“I found my wife waiting anxiously for me.”
Cassell’s Family Magazine, 1881.
From page iv of the Catalogue of the San Francisco Free Public Library, 1888 additions, abbreviations for “the more common masculine and feminine fore-names”.
The past as it should have been.
(Source: sosuperawesome)
Steampunked Kids. You’re doing it right! :D My new friend Jake and his navigator.
- Kate Lambert
This is how you have kids.
(via Faces From the Past #18)
Max Schulze pours cocktails like the LZ-129 Frosted Cocktail (gin and orange juice) and the Maybach 12 (gin, kirsch and Benedictine) in the bar between the smoking room and the airlock on the German airship Hindenburg. Because of the highly flammable hydrogen on board, no one could leave the smoking room with a burning cigarette, cigar or pipe, and Schulze’s duties included monitoring the airlock door.
Down on B-Deck, there were two cooks (Albert Stoeffler and head chef Xaver Maier), cabin boy Werner Franz, and radio officer Franz Eichelmann in the kitchen and crew’s mess area on the port side, and on the starboard side you had bartender Max Schulze in the smoking room/bar and stewardess Emilie Imhof in the new passenger cabins. Stoeffler, Maier, and Franz all jumped out and ran before the hull trapped them. They all heard Eichelmann call out that the ship was on fire and to get out, but never saw him again after he ran into the keel corridor. It’s possible that he went into the starboard rooms to warn Schulze and Frau Imhof and was trapped there. Neither Schulze or Imhof made it out alive.
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"Reading has been the chief pleasure of my life. It has given me so much pleasure that I feel that I am in danger of falling into extravagance when I speak of it. The pleasure has gone on increasing, and is stronger now than ever. Of many things we grow weary in the course of years, but nowadays I have a greater happiness in reading than ever I had before, and I am thankful that this is so. For reading is not an expensive nor an unreachable pleasure. It is within the power of all to get the joy of reading, and the independence of reading, for it means a great deal of independence and separation from care. Besides, it is an elevating pleasure if the books are rightly chosen, and ought to brighten and elevate and purify the character. It is always more pleasant to meet with one who is a bookman than with one who is not. I always feel safe and comfortable and happy in the presence of any one who is really fond of reading."
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W. Robertson Nicoll (1851-1923), A Bookman’s Letters (London: Hodder and Stoughton, 1913), p. 217.
When you’re lost in the Wild, and you’re scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And you’re sore as a boil, it’s according to Hoyle
To cock your revolver and… die.
But the Code of a Man says: “Fight all you can,”
And self-dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, it’s easy to blow…
It’s the hell-served-for-breakfast that’s hard.
“You’re sick of the game!” Well, now, that’s a shame.
You’re young and you’re brave and you’re bright.
“You’ve had a raw deal!” I know — but don’t squeal,
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
It’s the plugging away that will win you the day,
So don’t be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit; it’s so easy to quit:
It’s the keeping-your-chin-up that’s hard.
It’s easy to cry that you’re beaten — and die;
It’s easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hope’s out of sight —
Why, that’s the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
All broken and beaten and scarred,
Just have one more try — it’s dead easy to die,
It’s the keeping-on-living that’s hard.___________________________
— Robert W. Service, The Quitter
(Source: cowboypoetry.com)
