The Bowery was a raucous area where police frequently looked the other way as drinking, gambling, music and shows took place well into the night.
Coney Island's appeal was that anyone could find the type of experience they desired. For those looking for more variety and fun, and less refinement, the Bowery stood head and shoulders above Brighton Beach and Manhattan Beach.
The Bowery was relatively small but was packed with entertainment. On both sides of Bowery Lane, and along side-alleys, one and two-story wooden buildings were erected. They housed mostly saloons, concert halls, and a few first class restaurants.
The concert halls in no way remotely resembled Carnegie Hall. Most of them were honky-tonks, and the only concerts given were those by a lone piano player, who sat alongside a stage and accompanied a chanteuse and her chantootsies.
While the burlesque queen would belt out her bawdy songs, her companions would sing along, then engage in sexually suggestive movements that passed for dancing.
When they finished their routine, they would circulate around the bar and tables...
... during which another group of girls would take their places on the stage. After the Jezebels paired up with prosperous-looking customers, and got them to spend freely on drinks, they would ask the expected question with a demure smile, as to whether he would like...
... to come upstairs to her room and have his fortune told by her. Some concert hall owners eschewed the use of fortune telling on their premises, either out of a sense of propriety, or because they didn't have an upper floor.
I'm particularly fascinated by the cinnamon rolls.
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"It came in the eighth round. After several blistering exchanges, Fitzsimmons inexplicably paused, lowered his guard, and spoke to Jeffries, taunting him. The champion’s response was a hard right to the belly followed by a thunderous left hook that put Fitzsimmons on the floor."
So, I just found out that Cheyenne Joe's was a cowboy tavern. Take me back to Coney Island in 1903.
Bowery c. 1905. Stauch's Restaurant & Dance Hall is at the left with the pillars.
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1. Gerhard Kretschmar nasceu em Pomssen, na Alemanha, em 1939. Cinco meses depois, Richard Kretschmar (pai) escreveu uma carta para Hitler pedindo autorização para que seu filho fosse morto.
Gerhard era um bebê com deficiência.
2. Um "monstro" - nas palavras do pai.
Hitler, que há muito tempo já expressava seu desprezo pelas pessoas com deficiência, enviou seu médico pessoal para investigar o caso.
Em Julho de 1939, com a aprovação e a benção de Hitler, Gerhard recebeu uma injeção letal.
3. Esse episódio marcou o início de uma das mais desprezíveis operações olocadas em curso durante a Segunda Guerra Mundial.
Aktion T4, como veio a ser chamado, foi o programa de eutanásia que matou aproximadamente 300.000 pessoas com deficiência de 1939 até 1945.
On January 26, 1945, 2nd Lieutenant Audie L. Murphy was commanding company B of the 15th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Infantry Division, near the French village of Holtzwihr when six German tanks and several hundred infantrymen attacked his company.
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Murphy ordered his men to fall back to defensive positions in nearby woods while he covered their withdrawal and called down artillery to slow the German advance. German fire hit an American tank destroyer nearby and set it on fire.
Witnesses later recalled how he “climbed on the burning tank destroyer, which was in danger of blowing up at any moment, and employed its .50 caliber machine gun against the enemy.”
This was commissioned last Christmas. I don't usually do that, but I was so amazed and curious when I saw the photo that I just had to ask the client if I could share it (and the story behind it) with you.
So, with their permission, meet Maj. Lloyd "Scotty" Hathcock.
Maj. Lloyd "Scotty" Hathcock, captured in Italy during the summer of 1944, spent the rest of the war in Stalag Luft III and Stalag VII-A prison camps.
After the war, Hathcock stayed in the service and helped to desegregate the U.S. Air Force.
Artifacts donated by Maj. Hathcock remain on display at the WWII Gallery at the National Museum of the U.S. Air Force.
(Huge thanks to Maj. Hatchcock's grandson for allowing me to introduce his grandad to you!)
Colorized by me: Queen Victoria's funeral carriage.
With a reign of 63 years, 7 months and 2 days, she was the longest-reigning British monarch and the longest-reigning queen regnant in world history until Elizabeth II surpassed her.
Her son and successor, King Edward VII, and her eldest grandson, Emperor Wilhelm II, were at her deathbed. Her favorite pet Pomeranian, Turi, was laid upon her deathbed as a last request.
Colorized by me: Grigori Rasputin was born #OnThisDay in 1869, in Pokrovskoye.
He was a Russian mystic and self-proclaimed holy man who befriended the family of Nicholas II, the last emperor of Russia, and gained considerable influence in late imperial Russia.
In late 1906, Rasputin began acting as a healer for the imperial couple's only son, Alexei, who suffered from hemophilia. "God has seen your tears and heard your prayers. Do not grieve. The Little One will not die. Do not allow the doctors to bother him too much."
Rasputin was summoned by Alexandra to pray for Alexei when he had an internal hemorrhage in the spring of 1907. Alexei recovered the next morning. The tsarina's friend Anna Vyrubova became convinced that Rasputin had miraculous powers shortly thereafter.