Soapy STAR notebookPage 15 - Original copy1883Courtesy of Geri Murphy(Click image to enlarge)
OAPY SMITH IN DENVER, WISCONSIN AND MINNESOTA.This is page 15, dated July-September 1883, the continuation of deciphering Soapy Smith's "star" notebook from the Geri Murphy's collection. A complete introduction to this notebook can be seen on page 1. These notebook pages
Included in yesterday’s trip to Fall River was a stop at Miss Lizzie’s Coffee shop and a visit to the cellar to see the scene of the tragic demise of the second Mrs. Lawdwick Borden and two of the three little children in 1848. I have been writing about this sad tale since 2010 and had made a previous trip to the cellar some years ago but was unable to get to the spot where the incident occured to get a clear photograph. The tale of Eliza Borden is a very sad, but not uncommon story of post partum depression with a heartrending end. You feel this as you stand in the dark space behind the chimney where Eliza ended her life with a straight razor after dropping 6 month old Holder and his 3 year old sister Eliza Ann into the cellar cistern. Over the years I have found other similar cases, often involving wells and cisterns, and drownings of children followed by suicides of the mothers. These photos show the chimney, cistern pipe, back wall, dirt and brick floor, original floorboards forming the cellar ceiling and what appears to be an original door. To be in the place where this happened is a sobering experience. My thanks to Joe Pereira for allowing us to see and record the place where this sad occurrence unfolded in 1848. R.I.P. Holder, Eliza and Eliza Ann Borden. Visit our Articles section above for more on this story. The coffee shop has won its suit to retain its name and has plans to expand into the shop next door and extend its menu in the near future.
Via Newspapers.comThunderstorms, Indian graves, dead cows, and mystery metals. Now, this is what I call a busy day. The “Inter Ocean,” July 12, 1907:PORT JERVIS, N. Y., July 9.-In a thunderstorm late yesterday afternoon lightning struck a tree on the bank of the Neversink river two miles north of here and toppled it over, carrying a large amount of earth with it. Two boys seeking
An article I recently wrote for the British online magazine, New Politic, is now available online. The article, “The Criminal Origins of the United States of America,†is about British convict transportation to America, which took place between the years 1718 and 1775, and is the subject of my book, Bound with an Iron Chain: […]
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With Hell in Their Hearts:
The Taylor Boys and the Little Girl Who Lived
by Charles Huddleston
This is one of the most stirring and remarkable true crime stories in the
The chalet-style elevated train station is long gone; the Ninth Avenue El, which ran along Greenwich Avenue, was demolished in 1940. (Though Berenice Abbott keeps it alive just as the painting does in this 1936 photo.) The cigar shop in the little Federal-style house on the left has also bit the dust. The land is […]
Youth With Executioner by Nuremberg native Albrecht Dürer … although it’s dated to 1493, which was during a period of several years when Dürer worked abroad. November 13 [1617]. Burnt alive here a miller of Manberna, who however was lately … Continue reading →
A young girl hurled from a Fulton ferry-boat, New York, by a jealous wife, who passes the act off as an accident.
Brooklyn romance always takes queer sensational shapes, and here is the latest. On the 2d inst., at 5 P. M., two ladies came tripping down the bridge at Fulton Ferry after the gates had been closed and when a crowded boat was just leaving the slip. The stouter of the two stepped aboard first, and when her slender young companion attempted to follow her she interposed and delayed so that the girl had but a slight foothold on the moving boat. Then turning suddenly she gave a sly push that tumbled her companion overboard. The girl fell into the water, rigged just as she was in the height of the spring fashion. A wild excitement prevailed on the boat, and was not allayed until it was seen that the bridgemen of the ferry had fished the young woman with a boat-hook, limp, wet, insensible but, safe. The lady who had been her companion found a private coach of the most "tony" description waiting for her at the ferry on the Brooklyn side, and entering it was driven away without any inquiry being made. A scandal is said to underlie this event. The stout lady, it is rumored, is the jealous wife of a prominent physician, and the ducked young beauty was guilty of flirting with the sawbones and falling under suspicion of doing something worse.
Reprinted from National Police Gazette, June 10, 1882.
"We follow vice and folly where a police officer dare not show his head, as the small, but intrepid weasel pursues vermin in paths which the licensed cat or dog cannot enter."
The Sunday Flash 1841