“Among those who furnished entertainment were: Champion Lightweight Freddie Welsh, who boxed three rounds with One-Round Hogan.”
— “Boxing for Charity: Society Folk Attend Big Athletic Show in 71st Armory” in The New York Times, March 5, 1915
Photo of San Francisco fighter One-Round Hogan by White Studio of New York
“We have no more right to consume happiness without producing it than to consume wealth without producing it.”
— George Bernard Shaw
“God is at home; it’s we who have gone out for a walk.”
— Meister Eckhart (1260-1328)
I am a fool for a good pin, and this brown trout is my latest, one of many that can be found at Wm Spear Design of Juneau, Alaska. An intoxicating, beautiful selection. I think I’m doing all my holiday shopping here for the rest of my life.
This photograph, “Carlee Blur,” taken recently by Ron Kingston of Syracuse, New York, tells me all I need to know about the joy of youth soccer.
“The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them; that’s the essence of inhumanity.”
— George Bernard Shaw
Frank Newbould (1887-1951) was an English artist who did fabulous travel posters (many available at Allposters.com and at the London Transport Museum’s website), but this one was done for the War Office in 1942.
The man walking with his dog makes this poster work for me. I sense that Newbould understood walking. Here is another of his posters that is a little more overt on the topic.
“You will learn as you get older, just as I learned that autumn, that no father is perfect. Grown-ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets. Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets that others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.”
— Roald Dahl in Danny: The Champion of the World (1975)
“Mrs. Hutchinson, who had two diamond pins in her coronet braid, had on a cloak of squirrel.”
— “Society Again Out in Force at Show: Fashionable Throng Continues to Pay Homage to the Horse in National Exhibition” in The New York Times, November 17, 1922
“Tiptoe to the window, by the window, that is where I’ll be,
Come tiptoe through the tulips with me.
Tiptoe from your pillow, to the shadow of a willow tree
And tiptoe through the tulips with me.
Knee deep in flowers we’ll stray, we’ll keep the showers away,
And if I kiss you in the garden, in the moonlight, will you pardon me?
Come tiptoe through the tulips with me.”
— Lyrics by Al Dubin, music by Joe Burke, published in 1926