The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
~ The Birmingham Press, Thursday, January 9, 1908 (Birmingham, New York)
via Old Fulton New York Post Cards
“We waste a lot of time tying our shoes,” said Mr. Crocker today … “Sometimes they come untied and we have to stop and tie them up again.”
One of the unsung geniuses of our Time.
