sniperatwork:

We’ll ignore the fact that I look awful and concentrate on my door!

(Largely composed of An Phoblacht and An Camcheachta pages/cut-outs from the 80s)

sniperatwork:

(I meant to post this yesterday)

Finally took some more of the Provo’s scrap pictures to complete my door.

(I refuse to cut up the complete newspapers so I use the bits he’s already cut out)

Pretty girl - shame she is a radical.

hallopino:

1920’s stylin’

booksandbrews:

The Biltmore Library, Asheville, NC

sydneyflapper:

mothgirlwings:

Irving Berlin sheet music for “If You Don’t Want My Peaches, You Better Stop Shaking The Tree” - 1919

 One of my favourite lyrics of the era! The line about the peaches first seems to appear in “Sitting on top of the World”, but both Bessie Smith and Ella Fitzgerald used versions of the line in different songs. I’m partial to Ella’s St Louis Blues lyrics:

“If you don’t like my peaches, why do you shake my tree? / Stay out of my orchard, and let my peach tree be!”

sydneyflapper:

Sigh…not just the story title there, but the poppy as well…

I’m almost sorry that we don’t use the phrase “find ourself in Queer Street” any more. Although it’s always associated in my mind with the Scott expedition when things started to fall apart.

sydneyflapper:

whataboutbobbed:

grabapples

 La Vie Parisienne

How very “French”

maudelynn:

Houdini and his Wife Bessie perform Metamorphosis c.1897 

lacontessa:

Fanny Brice.

golden-age-movies:

The Son of Tarzan (1920)