Australia, 1942: A visiting American soldier comments on how much smaller the rats are compared to his native Brooklyn.
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From the Smithsonian Institution comes this very old photo, along with a heartwarming story of a dog who rode the rails:
Owney was a stray dog who wandered into the Albany, New York, post office in 1888. The clerks let him stay the night, and he fell asleep on a pile of empty mailbags. Owney was attracted to the texture or scent of the mailbags and began to follow them, first onto mail wagons and then onto mail trains. Owney began to ride with the bags on Railway Post Office (RPO) train cars across the state, and then the country. The RPO clerks adopted Owney as their unofficial mascot, marking his travels by placing medals and tags from his stops on his collar
Via Flickr Commons, collections of the world’s photo archives.
In the heady days of vaudeville, one of the more unusual acts was the Whisker Sisters, a magic act consisting of a pair of kittens. Audiences loved them, even though their ability to guess the selected card was at the level of statistical chance.
Update: By request, here’s a link to the photo’s page, which has a little more info.
More updates: Nikki calls Rule 14, and someone corrects my spelling of “sleight.”
Once, long ago, some girl dropped a bonnet,
And a curious kitten crawled in and upon it.
‘Twas 1885, that’s quite a while,
So only the kitten is still in style.
Image from George Eastman House via The Commons on Flickr.
“Hey, guys? Could somebody throw me one of those — oh, what are they called? — those rescuing things? Oh, you know, the round things with the hole. Um, it’s named just like the candy? Totally drawing a blank here; it’s not Necco Wafers, I know that… Now I’ve got the word preserver stuck in my head, so it must be that candy with lots of preservatives… Man, it’s right on the tip of my tongue…”
Way back in your great-great-grandfather’s days in the Navy, it was customary for sailors to pose the ship’s mascot in one of the big guns. Don’t worry, they weren’t loaded. (The guns, that is. The sailors, that’s another story.)
When she was a little girl, Mabel Flossenglottner had an imaginary friend, a penguin she called Mr. Flappy. She would run and play with him all day long, and share her most private thoughts. In return, Mr. Flappy would tell Mabel to … do things.
Vintage Qte found by Lindsey J. (With apologies to the little girl, who probably turned out just fine.)
Way back in the Once Upon, before the world was in color, before time was what turned kittens into cats, it came to pass that our Fearless Leader dispatched this missive across the interwires by high-resolution telegraph, on August the 16th, in the year of two-thousand-and-eight…
Puh-lease. Too, too moshe:
black and white?
miniscules and striped?
ear flappage and paw danglage?