“A hearse once drew up near customs in Champlain with a flat tire. Two nuns got out of the vehicle and an officer, listening from within the building, heard one of them say in a bass voice, ‘Ain’t this a hell of a place to have a flat tire.’ “
– Allan S. Everest in Rum Across the Border: The Prohibition Era in Northern New York (1978)
This is one odd confluence of interests, perhaps the strangest I’ve ever found on eBay: “Dead Fish Displayed on Chess Board,” a real photo postcard. I just know there’s a story here.
It is difficult to imagine life without Joy Barlow. In The Big Sleep (1946) she played the cabbie who gave Philip Marlowe a lift, and the exchange between Barlow and Humphrey Bogart is the stuff that dreams are made of. (“Listen, if you ever need a ride again…” “Day or night?” “Night. I work during the day.”) But then, with William Faulkner writing the screenplay based on a Raymond Chandler novel, and Howard Hawks directing, how could it not be perfect? Unjustly, Joy Barlow was uncredited, as she was in The Horn Blows at Midnight (1945), one of my favorite films, and Destination Tokyo (1943), another of my favorites, where she plays “Wolf’s girl.” She was also in To Have and Have Not (1944), a film with a William Faulkner screenplay based on an Ernest Hemingway novel, giving the film two Nobel Prize winners in literature, but no credit for Joy.
Mainly she was a showgirl in venues like The Hollywood Florentine Garden Revue’s “The Girls Are Back,” and appeared in George White’s Scandals and Earl Carroll’s Vanities. As a member of the latter, she was president of the Million Dollar Baby Club, dedicated to bettering the relations between chorus girls and millionaire admirers. I’ll bet she was a marvelous CEO.
From The Book Thief (2005) by Markus Zusak, in which Liesel Meminger enters her first library:
“She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal cord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet. She used both hands. She raced them. One shelf against the other. And she laughed. Her voice was sprawled out, high in her throat, and when she eventually stopped and stood in the middle of the room, she spent many minutes looking from the shelves to her fingers and back again.
“How many books had she touched?
“How many had she felt?”
“When the steamship Rotterdam arrived at her pier in Hoboken yesterday there was a great scurrying about the ship by all of the stewards and the crew to find the sixty-four midgets that were aboard. They were bound for Coney Island, where they will take part in one of the shows to be presented this Summer. All during the trip the agent of the seaside resort had kept his eyes on them and prevented the little men and women, who do not stand higher than a good sized ten-pin, from getting lost. In the excitement of docking his watchfulness had been relaxed. When landing time came but half of the group were to be seen.
“As the search went on the little fellows were pulled out of the strangest places into which they had retreated, frightened by the sights of the great city. They hid under chairs and tables in the dining room, inside of rope coils, and some had even crawled into wardrobes in the staterooms, and could not be dislodged until they were assured that the big buildings would not harm them.
“Their household furniture, which was taken ashore, looked like dolls’ ware. They had with them their own fire department, the apparatus of which was carried down the gangway by one of the stevedores.
“Among the group was the Countess Magri, widow of Tom Thumb. She was becomingly dressed in black silk, and carried a sunshade of red. Many of her old friends were at the pier to meet her, and some of the women in order to kiss her picked her up in their arms.
“The company comes from Budapest, where there is a midgets’ colony. These were the selected because they are the smallest that could be found.”
– The New York Times, May 12, 1904
You cannot make this stuff up.
My international cap is off to Roger Bennett whose “The World Is Watching: A spectator’s guide to the World Cup” appears in the June 7th issue of Bloomberg Businessweek. Herein, some tips on teams to watch:
New Zealand: “The ultimate pub team. Scoring a single goal will be a monumental achievement.”
Germany: “Thanks to World Wars I and II, they have more rivalries than all other teams combined. Every game is a grudge match.”
France: “The team qualified courtesy of a blatant handball that appalled even die-hard fans. Morale was pummeled further when three key team members became ensnared in an underage prostitution scandal so shocking it actually offended French sensibilities.”
Korea: “…a team lacking in quality. The exception is Ji-Sung, who is regaled by Manchester United fans with the cheer: ‘He shoots, he scores, he eats Labradors.’ “
North Korea: “Kim Jong-Il has decreed that only edited highlights will be broadcast at home, ensuring that the North Korean side appears dominant irrespective of the score.”
From The Paraclete, 1984, the yearbook of the Rome (N.Y.) Catholic High School, a treasure from the recycling room at the Transfer Station. The Prom, “Honey Bunch” from South Pacific, and the cheerleaders take the field at the annual Powder Puff Football Game. Photos by Steve Bures.
“There is a book, now out of print in Spain, called Toros Celebres, which chronicles, alphabetically by the names breeders gave them, the manner of dying and feats of some three hundred and twenty-two pages of celebrated bulls…
“The bull Zaragoza, raised by the Lesireas ranch, while being taken to the ring at Moetia, Portugal, on the 2nd of October, 1898, broke out of his cage and pursued and wounded many people. He pursued a boy who ran into the town hall, and the bull, pursuing the boy, climbed the stairs to the first floor, where, according to the book, he caused great destruction. He probably did.”
– Ernest Hemingway in Death in the Afternoon (1932)
Umegatani Totaro II (1878-1927) was sumo’s 20th yokozuna, and this is one sweet postcard from 1903, the year Umegatani was promoted to the sport’s highest rank after the May basho.