Entries from November 2007 ↓

The Heart of Unaga

The Heart of Unaga, by Ridgewell Cullum. Published 1920.

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21 (Frank Crane)

21, by Frank Crane. Published 1930, ©1918, 1917.

A short book of advice to young men, told in the form “If I were Twenty-One, I would…”

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Launch of Liberty

The experiment of free government is not one which can be tried once for all. Every generation must try it for itself. As each new generation starts up to the responsibilities of manhood, there is, as it were, a new launch of Liberty, and its voyage of experiment begins afresh.

Robert C. Winthrop, Addresses and Speeches on Various Occasions. Boston: Little, Brown, and Company, 1852, p. 163. Noted in Lord Acton, A Lecture on the Study of History Delivered at Cambridge, June 11, 1895. London: MacMillian and Co., 1911.

Nights in London

Nights in London, by Thomas Burke. Published 1918.

A charming view of pre-WWI London.

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1872-1892

In 1872 Cream-of-Tartar was 40 cents per pound; in 1892 it was 19 cents per pound. Have the high-price Baking Powder monopolists reduced their price? They have not!

“Calumet” was the first, and is the only high grade Baking Powder offered to the public at a moderate price. Its motto is:–

“Monopoly must yield to moderation–
Impurity must improve or go under–
‘Calumet’ is the standard.”

Calumet is still made, now owned by Kraft Foods. It is such a small part of their portfolio that it doesn’t rate a mention in their website except as a recipe ingredient. It is interesting to note that the Calumet Baking Powder company was sold to General Foods for $40 million.

At one site I see one can buy 30 pounds of Calumet Baking Powder for about $64.

From My “Heart-Songs and Sonnets.”

(Say 1 vol., octavo, about 128 pages, wanting very much a publisher.)

To Death.

Welcome, sad Death, creed of the glazèd eye,
Our last true friend, the fickle hand of maid,
The faith of dame replacing, unafraid
Who clasp they own and with one latest breath

Bid, “Lead me to some palace of the night
That all must know, deprived of mortal sight,
Of earthly comfort, health, and human aid”;
Welcome, thrice welcome, final hope, sweet Death!

Perhaps in that long vision signs decree
Of aspirations and unclaimed desires
That fitly rose to feed immortal fires

The consummation that came not to me
Within this weary width of land and sea,
Of parents, pavements acres, homes, and spires.

From: My Soundspeed Discovery, by George Winslow Pierce. Boston: Published by the Author, 1895.

My Soundspeed Discovery is one of those volumes that you’re not quite sure what to make of. Is it a proof developed by a crack-pot? Is it Art? Is it a cipher or some other sort of puzzle? This poem is on one of the few pages that can easily be transcribed to text + HTML, so don’t expect it to show up at DP anytime soon.

Sam Lambert and the New Way Store

Sam Lambert and the New Way Store, by Unknown. Published 1912, by the Grand Rapids Show Case Co.

A story about clothing merchandising using the publisher’s wares.

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The Sort of News Our Ancestors Read.

Gleanings from Old Journals.

Old newspapers make good reading–if they are old enough. Like the deciphering of moss-covered epitaphs, the reading of journals of other days gives rise to reflections that mingle the sweet with the sad. It shows plainly that time does not alter human nature, much as customs may change.

The Scrap Book, Volume 1, Number 3, published May, 1906 by Frank A. Munsey.

Noted by a proofreader in the DP forums