Der Auto-Antropophag würde sagen: „Bald kommt ihr alle dran!“ Dimitri Shostakovich, Symphonie #11, 4. Satz, 2. Teil (aus „Schnitt-Gründen“ mit einem anderen Orchester). Schon der erste Teil des 4. Satzes ist aufregend, aber jetzt, im zweiten Teil: Das Englisch-Horn mahnt leise, zuerst im tiefen, dann im hohen Register – eine wunderschöne Melodie. Das Orchester nimmt den Ball auf und die Holzbläser, zuerst die Bassklarinette, sprechen die Drohung aus: „Jetzt seit ihr dran! Alle Bösen!“

den braven Juristen aus dem Hessenland und an die ganze Mischpoche in Berlin: Dimitri Shostakovichs Symphonie # 11 op. 105 „Das Jahr 1905“, zweiter Satz, zweiter Teil „Der neunte Januar“ (die Erschießung der wehrlosen Menge). In vielfacher Hinsicht die Musik zu diesen Tagen und zu dieser Zeit. Wenn die Celesta da nicht schon ab 4´07´´ trauert und unheilsvoll vorgreift, vorgreift auf die Ruhe vor dem Sturm die die Götterdämmerung einläutet! (4. Satz, zweiter Teil! s. Teil 2)

Ich empfehle einem Interessenten an klassischer Musik unbedingt die Beschäftigung mit dem Werk von Dimitri Shostakovich (*1906 +1975). Dann sollte man aber auch unbedingt eine Biographie von ihm lesen (Wikipedia reicht da bei weitem nicht – meine Empfehlung: “Die Memoiren des Dimitri Shostakovich” ISBN-13: 978-35486003353).

Nun einiges zu Shostakovich an dieser Stelle:

Zuerst die ganz böse Geschichte, seine (hervorragende) Oper Lady MacBeth von Mzensk nach der (lesenswerten) gleichnamigen Erzählung von Nikolai Leskow. Was war passiert? Shostakovich’s Lady wurde mit großem Erfolg am 22. Januar 1934 in Leningrad (St. Petersburg) uraufgeführt, danach auch in Moskau und an diesen beiden Spielorten insgesamt mehr als 200mal mit größtem Erfolg gegeben. Bis am 16. Januar 1936 – nach 2 Jahren Erfolg – Stalin erstmalig einer Aufführung in Moskau beiwohnt. Die Kastastrophe! Das Sujet behagt Stalin gar nicht (Sex & Crime; Ehebruch (Koitus auf der Bühne, Igitt), Mord, Kindsmord – in dieser Reihenfolge) und die Musik dröhnt in seine gepanzerte Loge! 12 Tage später, 28. Januar 1936, Shostakovich ist zusammen mit einem Cellisten auf Konzertreise in Archangelsk (er war ein hervorragender Pianist und Klavierbegleiter). Morgens treten die beiden die Heimreise nach Moskau an, kaufen sich auf dem Bahnhof von Archangelsk eine Ausgabe der „Prawda“ vom Tag … und von Stund an schläft Shostakovich nur noch in seinen Kleidern mit einem Koffer persönlicher Habe unterm Bett! In der „Prawda“ steht geschrieben: „Chaos statt Musik“! Ein nicht unterzeichneter Artikel! D. h. von der Partei genehmigt! Von Stalin persönlich!! Ein Todesurteil!

Nun, wie wir wissen: Er hat überlebt und musste Abbitte leisten. Die Oper hat Shostakovich später überarbeitet und unter dem Namen Katerina Ismailowa  herausgegeben nach 1963. Beide Werke werden heute auch zur Aufführung gebracht. Btw. Die Erzählung „Lady Mac Beth von Mzensk“ von Nikolai Leskow ist wirklich lesenswert, ebenso die Erzählung „Der Gaukler Pampalon“ vom gleichen Autor.

Zum Werk Shostakovich’s – meine Auswahl: Zwei wunderschöne Jazz-Suiten, Kammermusiken wie z. B. die Sonate für Cello und Klavier op. 40, das Klavierquintett op. 57, das Klaviertrio op. 67, das Streichquartett Nr. 8 op. 110 und die Transkription desselben für Streichorchester op. 110a – sein 8. Streichquartett schrieb Shostakovich 1960 in Dresden innerhalb weniger Tage, sozusagen an einem Stück! Er schrieb dieses unter dem Eindruck der damals noch sehr deutlichen Zerstörungen der Stadt und es ist gewidmet: „Den Opfern von Krieg und Faschismus“.

Alles wird natürlich überragt vom symphonischen Werk „des größten Symphonikers des 20. Jahrhunderts“! Und in dieser Rheinfolge empfehle ich dem Interessenten die Annäherung an Shostakovich’s Symphonien: #5 (eine seiner Abbitten an die Partei und Stalin nach der Lady), #7 (die „Leningrader“ – häufig missverstanden) und die #11 (der dritte Satz, mit dem ich mich hier nicht beschäftige, ist einer der erschütternsten Trauermusiken überhaupt, vergleichbar mit dem 8. Streichquartett und dem 3. Satz seiner 4ten Symphonie). Ist dieser erste Schritt getan sollte man sich mit den anderen Symphonien einlassen etwa in der Reihenfolge: 8, 10, 13, 15 usw.

Ich würde mich sehr freuen, wenn sich hier ein „Shostianer“ meldet und wir könnten ein bisschen Literatur (auch zu N. Leskow) und CDs tauschen.

Beste Grüße
Vogel

]]> http://postcardsfromthedinnertable.wordpress.com/2009/11/26/dining-with-educated-orangutans/ Fri, 27 Nov 2009 03:17:04 +0000 Karen Resta http://postcardsfromthedinnertable.wordpress.com/2009/11/26/dining-with-educated-orangutans/

I’m not sure exactly why this postcard came to mind on Thanksgiving. My children’s table manners, are, of course, perfect.

In this postcard from 1905 it looks like the monkeys may have been smarter than the zookeepers. There they were, eating nicely at the linen-and-china decked dinner table sitting politely in their chairs. But the bowls look empty!  It looks like the zookeepers forgot to put food on the table.

Maybe Bugsy the Bulldog would like to do it. He seems as if he’d be willing . . . he actually looks a bit like the guy eating at the table on my blog header. But smaller and sweeter, of course.

More on the history of zoos

Remember the great 1906 earthquake and fire that brought San Francisco to its knees? This is some awesome footage from a year before. I have a real interest in San Francisco’s past. From its earthquake then to the movie Bullitt with its famous car chase scene. It is rivaled for #1 to the city of New York City in terms of population density and its annual amount of cash flow by its citizens.

Ogni tanto scrivere un post che non interessa praticamente a nessuno e verrà letto al massimo da quattro nerd dà una certa soddisfazione.

In questo caso si raggiunge l’apoteosi con un argomento parecchio complesso che però ha un fascino enorme, per chi come me è interessato a capire qualcosa della fisica del XX secolo, ancora troppo giovane per essere compresa ed accettata da tutti ma già abbastanza vecchia per almeno fare un tentativo…
Ragionare sulla fisica quantistica significa ragionare sull’infinitamente piccolo, su di un mondo che funziona in modo completamente diverso da quello a cui siamo abituati, e di cui è impossibile capirne le basi usando la logica “classica” … e proprio questo è uno dei motivi per cui è così interessante!

La scusa per scrivere questo post mi arriva da physicsworld.com, che tempo fa ha stilato la classifica dei migliori esperimenti di fisica mai realizzati (link) a partire da Eratostene fino ai giorni nostri.
Nei primi 10 posti troviamo il mitico “pendolo di Foucault” (con un pendolo si è dimostrata la rotazione terrestre), il calcolo della massa della Terra (di cui ho parlato qui), la decomposizione del raggio solare tramite un prisma (Newton) e il famosissimo esperimento di Galileo delle sfere lanciate dalla torre di Pisa.

Bellezza matematica?

Inaspettatamente al primo posto troviamo un esperimento che pochi conoscono ma effettivamente per bellezza, semplicità e ripercussioni sulla storia della fisica probabilmente non ha eguali. Quest’esperimento è detto della “doppia fenditura” (double slit in inglese) e dimostra la duplice natura della luce, che si è rivelata essere allo stesso tempo un’onda e un insieme di particelle (i fotoni). Lo stesso incredibile risultato è stato poi raggiunto in seguito anche per la materia (il dualismo come vedremo vale anche per gli elettroni).

Secondo il celebre fisico Richard Feynman riflettendo attentamente su questo esperimento è possibile intuire tutta la meccanica quantistica.
Proviamoci senza formule e con un po’ di esempi.

Immaginiamo due schermi paralleli, il primo con due varchi sufficientemente grandi da far passare delle pallottole e il secondo su cui questi proiettili andranno a fermarsi. Sparando una pallottola alla volta contro il primo muro, otterremo dei risultati simili a quelli indicati nella prima immagine qui sotto: in corrispondenza alle aperture del primo schermo troveremo le pallottole bloccate sul secondo.
Siamo nell’ambito della fisica classica e del mondo che conosciamo, quindi niente di sorprendente.

Ecco cosa si ottiene "sparando" proiettili attraverso 2 fenditure verso un bersaglio

Proviamo ora a colpire il primo muro con un getto d’acqua… dalle due fenditure vedremmo partire delle onde che vanno ad interferire l’una con l’altra, annullandosi in certi punti e moltiplicando la forza in altri, in base alla fase dell’onda, come si intuisce dalla figura qui sotto (cliccala per vedere il movimento delle onde):

A sinistra ci sono le due fenditure (i quadrati) mentre sulla destra è rappresentato il muro dove arrivano le onde, dopo aver interferito in modo da avere forza "nulla" dove i cerchi sono neri e un multiplo delle forze nei punti rossi.

Quindi il risultato ottenuto colpendo il muro con un’onda d’acqua è differente dal risultato ottenuto coi proiettili, si hanno tante bande e non solo due, come chiaro dalla seguene rappresentazione:

Risultato (semplificato) che si ottiene colpendo il primo schermo con un'onda.

Fino a qui, niente di strano.

Ora però proviamo a fare lo stesso esperimento una terza volta, “sparando” degli elettroni uno ad uno verso due schermi identici a quelli usati per le pallottole (ovviamente con aperture più piccole per far passare le minuscole particelle), qual è il risultato? Qui c’è la vera sorpresa. Nonostante siano delle particelle, gli elettroni finiscono sul bersaglio in posizioni corrispondenti a quelle dal secondo esperimento, quindi come se gli elettroni fossero un’onda!
Vediamo l’immagine del risultato:

Ed ecco cosa si ottiene "sparando" elettroni verso una doppia fenditura...

Com’è possibile?

Stiamo parlando di elettroni, cioè delle particelle con una massa ben definita, che vengono “sparate” una alla volta verso due aperture, com’e fanno ad interferire con se stesse come se fossero delle onde? Da quale delle due aperture passa l’elettrone? Per produrre l’interferenza, l’elettrone deve essere per forza un’onda e passare contemporaneamente dai due fori, ma come può una particella essere un’onda mentre attraversa lo schermo e poi tornare particella quando colpisce il bersaglio (eh sì, perchè vediamo i singoli elettroni colpire il secondo schermo uno ad uno, come più chiaro dall’immagine sotto!)?

Alcune immagini del "bersaglio" in diversi momenti. Si può analizzare l'arrivo del singolo elettrone e osservare l'auto-interferenza.

C’è qualche errore nell’esperimento?
No. Il vero errore nasce dal nostro modo di ragionare. Nel mondo quantistico gli elettroni, cioè la materia, sono allo stesso tempo sia onda che particella, e anche se questi concetti non sembrano compatibili, nel mondo dell’infinitamente piccolo (nel mondo quantistico appunto) essi sono due concetti complementari. Dobbiamo pensarli come due facce della stessa medaglia, più precisamente l’onda indica la probabilità che una particella si trovi in un punto.
Fino a quando l’elettrone non si rivela sul bersaglio esso non si trova mai in un punto preciso dello spazio, ma esiste in uno stato potenziale astratto descritto appunto dall’onda corrispondente, che si propaga ovviamente come un’onda e non secondo la traiettoria classica definita delle particelle. Una volta che l’elettrone arriva sul bersaglio rivela la sua essenza di particella e noi lo vediamo nella sua natura corpuscolare.

Questo è una delle tante appartenti illogicità della fisica quantistica, non spiegabile e non comprensibile usando le leggi a cui siamo abituati, ma assolutamente reale e ultradimostrata in mille esperimenti e anche da tantissime applicazioni pratiche che usiamo tutti i giorni… un esempio?
Le schede di memoria flash (quelle che usiamo nelle fotocamere e nelle chiavette USB) funzionano sfruttando proprio questa duplice natura degli elettroni, che non hanno una posizione definita ma solo una più probabile e una meno probabile in base alla sua funzione d’onda… Non entriamo in dettaglio, ma sfruttando questi effetti quantistici alcuni elettroni riescono a superare una barriera che secondo la logica classica sarebbe insuperabile, e ne rimangono intrappolati memorizzando il bit ‘1′ dove necessario, salvando così i nostri dati (per informazioni, vedi Effetto tunnel).

Quindi con un esperimento dai risultati così semplici da osservare ma così incredibilmente straordinari nella loro apparente illogicità è stato possibile dimostrare la dualità di onda e particella della materia. Come se non bastasse usando un ulteriore semplice accorgimento si potrebbe proseguire parlando del principio di indeterminazione di Heisenberg, di cui scriverò prossimamente quando troverò tempo e voglia .

I’m not much of a Sunday morning person. As a matter of fact, I tend to view Sunday morning as a theoretical concept that exists largely to prevent the clocks from getting messed up and to give churchgoers a time when they can worship without disturbing awful heathens such as myself. So waking at six today was, as you might imagine, something of a wrench.

Hyde Park, this morning

Making things worse was the fact that I’d only got in at about 4. I’d been at a Halloween party hosted by Becky B, who is an excellent host and also – if you follow the link on the right – a fine purveyor of bloggery in her own right. As it was a literary-themed party, I went as Fantomas. Partly because, you know, any excuse for a top hat and tailcoat.

On the way back I made the mistake of falling asleep on the bus, and when I woke up my bag had been stolen. Fortunately I am incredibly paranoid about having my bag stolen, so there was nothing of great monetary value in there. However, the bag itself was a leaving present from my old job and it contained my sketchpad, my trusty A-Z and my favourite cravat, so they only got things of sentimental value. They could have taken my coat, hat or cane, any of which would have been worth a lot more in monetary terms. In conclusion, should I ever find the fucker who stole my bag, I will eat them and telephone their mother to let them know what is happening. I’m really quite upset.

That aside, today was the day of the annual London to Brighton Veteran Car Run. This is an event held on the first Sunday of every November, first run in 1896 to celebrate the end of the Locomotive Act. This had limited self-propelled vehicles to a walking pace (down to 2mph in built-up areas) and – prior to an 1878 amendment – demanded that all such vehicles be preceded by a man with a red flag. This was the origin of the Act’s popular nickname, the Red Flag Act. The London to Brighton Run was originally known as the Emancipation Run, and opened with the symbolic destruction of a red flag.

The event is now run by the Veteran Car Club (of which Yr. Humble Chronicler used to be a member) and sponsored by Tindle Newspapers. It starts from Hyde Park and ends on Madeira Drive in Brighton. Contrary to popular belief, it’s not a race. For a start, I believe racing on public highways is illegal in this country, and doing so in vehicles this old would be downright suicidal. The rules also stipulate that no vehicle built after 1905 may partake, although it’s not unknown for petrolhead spectators to show up in later classics.

These days, the event serves as a sort of eccentric commemoration of the pioneering days of motoring. It’s commonly attended by celebrities of the motoring world – I think just about every Top Gear presenter ever has taken part, and racing drivers are common participants. Various organisations, such as King’s College, the VCC, the Royal Automobile Club and motoring manufacturers also tend to put their own vehicles in, although the bulk are privately owned vehicles that have either been passed down the generations or rescued and restored. Period dress is not obligatory, but it’s certainly popular.

I’d say that it’s a typically British event, except it’s not. Vehicles and drivers come from literally all over the world. They encompass a wide range of backgrounds and age groups. Generally, it’s a splendidly cosmopolitan affair where people from right across the planet can get together and celebrate their mildly odd passion. I mean that in a good way, I’d love to take part myself.

Genevieve. It was too quick for me.

The event even has its own film, the 1953 comedy Genevieve, starring John Gregson and the ever-marvellous Kenneth More. I mention this largely because Genevieve, the title vehicle, still does the run, as you can see to the left.

One thing you realise from watching this event is how much things have changed since those early days. Cars, when you get down to it, are usually built to a fairly standard format. Four wheels, engine at the front, either two or four seats in the middle. No such standardisation back before 1905. Some of the cars look like little more than farm carts or gigs with engines strapped on. Some have passengers seated in front of the driver. Some have passengers sitting facing the driver, with the steering wheel mounted amidships (the “sociable” layout, as it was known). There was the dos-a-dos, with the passengers facing backwards. There were the buckboards, flimsy-looking two-seaters that look only a step up from a skateboard. Tiny little things for one and great stagecoach-looking things. Manufacturers you’ve never heard of, home-built one-offs, kit cars and early examples from the great companies of today.

They weren’t even sure how these should be powered. Petrol won out (although in those days it had to be bought at the chemist), but steam and electricity were also popular modes of propulsion. Indeed, compared to the smoking, chuffing, rattling petrol vehicles of the day, the smooth and surprisingly clean-running steam car looks light years ahead.

My favourite vehicle in the show would have to be the unique Salveson seen on the right. My comments about steam being clean and smooth don’t quite apply to this steam car, which is coal-fired and requires a fireman and a separate coal tender. It’s a magnificently steampunk-looking contraption that puts me in mind of the Arkansas Chuggabug from Wacky Races. 

Although I think I have special admiration for the young chap who was riding alongside the vehicles in Victorian costume, pedalling a Penny Farthing. Now that, friends, is dedication.

EINSTEIN – 1905 l’année lumière

Mais qu’est ce que j’aime ce genre de documentaire ^_^

05 de Abril de 1935, domingo, 19,30, AZNALCÁZAR, Sevilla, España:

Un labrador vio un objeto ancho, redondo y brillante descendiendo a unos 450 metros de distancia. Vio varios seres extraños y pequeños.
Fuente: Manuel Osuna, España.

05 de Abril de 1935, domingo, – AZNALCÁZAR, Sevilla, España:

Manuel Mora Ramos, un agricultor, se hallaba esa tarde recorriendo su finca cuando vio un “gran objeto” en el cerro de La Torre. El objeto tenía forma de trompo y desde su interior surgieron unos seres “extraños y pequeños que volaban alrededor del trompo”.
Fuente: “Enciclopedia de los EC con OVNIs”, Ballester Olmos y F. Peris. p.203

Haz click AQUÍ para ver la imagen completa (Documento escrito por Manuel Osuna – Marzo de 1971).

-Otros documentos:

Documento 1 (Documento recogido en Umbrete)

Documento 2 (De José Ruesga) Parte I

Documento 2 (De José Ruesga) Parte II

]]> http://ustreetgirl.wordpress.com/2009/09/24/thoughts-on-1905/ Thu, 24 Sep 2009 14:21:00 +0000 ustreetgirl http://ustreetgirl.wordpress.com/2009/09/24/thoughts-on-1905/

1905, courtesy of Jenn Larsen

I really want to like 1905, it’s cool and chic and fun and youthful. The decor is fabulous, it’s cozy and hip and the same time. It’s been open a year, I’ve been a couple of times for drinks, dessert, food, and I keep wanting to like it, but the food keeps on falling short. I think Tom Sietsema’s rating of 1.5 stars is about spot on. After eating there last weekend I decided that this is not a place to get dinner, not if you want something well prepared, unfortunately.

I had cornmeal crusted oysters (aka, fried) for an appetizer. The sauce with the oysters was fabulous, a housemade hickory wood smoked mayonnaise, but there were too many oysters for an appetizer (maybe 15?), and some were soggy. The salads were good, dressings interesting, but nothing groundbreaking.

The 18 hour lamb sandwich was pretty much inedible. The lamb had this burnt flavor that I was hoping would go away but it didn’t, I left it pretty much untouched. The quail that my companion had was much better, it was fried, which isn’t my favorite way to cook quail, I don’t like it well done. The succotash with it was nothing special. I had heard their Merguez sausage was fabulous, but alas it wasn’t on the menu.

I was still hungry by dessert so we ordered a blackberry crumble to share, but the crumble was kind of greasy and not crumbly, and the blackberries were too liquidy. Almost, but not quite, like pretty much the whole meal.

I was surprised the waitress didn’t ask why I had left my main course pretty much untouched. Maybe she knew it was bad, I don’t know. And, the food takes a while to come out, which wouldn’t bother me if it were good.

1905 is such a great space, loud full of energy and in a good location. I wasn’t hoping that I would find amazing food, but good food. I unfortunately found mostly bad food. The chef and the owners can do better, and I think they know it. If the food lived up to the possibilites of the location, it would be a go to place, and I’m hoping that one day it will be.

Heaven…is a condition, a state of the heart no less than a place.

                A. M. Hills, Dying to Live (Cincinnati: God’s Revivalist Office, 1905), 39.

There is a post of duty for every man in the army of the Lord, which he alone can fill, and which he has no right to abandon; nay cannot abandon to another.

                A. M. Hills, Dying to Live (Cincinnati: God’s Revivalist Office, 1905), 99.

Deacon Stephen and Deacon Philip were as anxious and laborious to secure the conversion of people as were the Apostles Peter and James.

                A. M. Hills, Dying to Live (Cincinnati: God’s Revivalist Office, 1905), 103.

Man is too godlike in his origin, too glorious in his destiny, to waste himself in a career of sin.

                A. M. Hills, Dying to Live (Cincinnati: God’s Revivalist Office, 1905), 119.

Every soul that is ever damned, some time resists the Holy Ghost for the last time.

                A. M. Hills, Dying to Live (Cincinnati: God’s Revivalist Office, 1905), 175.

Mrs. General Sherman said, “Virtuous women ought to blush at the very mention of the dance.”

                A. M. Hills, Dying to Live (Cincinnati: God’s Revivalist Office, 1905), 180.

A M Hill died this date, 9/11/1935.  He also wrote Homiletics and Pastoral Theology, and Life of Martin Wells Knapp.                       

A mistake is a thing you did when you knew no better; a sin is a thing you did when you did know better…the motive determines the morality of the act.

- C W Ruth, Bible Readings on the Second Blessing (Cincinnati: God’s Bible School & Revivalist, 1905), 33.

 When a man does not want holiness I know he wants sin. 

- C W Ruth, Bible Readings on the Second Blessing (Cincinnati: God’s Bible School & Revivalist, 1905), 66.

It is not the manifestation we want at all it is Him we want.

- C W Ruth, Bible Readings on the Second Blessing (Cincinnati: God’s Bible School & Revivalist, 1905), 100.

 …Let me say most emphatically every soul that enters this experience will have its wilderness…

- C W Ruth, Bible Readings on the Second Blessing (Cincinnati: God’s Bible School & Revivalist, 1905), 101.

 …The larger the treasure in the house the greater the effort of the thief to break through and steal.

- C W Ruth, Bible Readings on the Second Blessing (Cincinnati: God’s Bible School & Revivalist, 1905), 102.

 They [the world] say “We go to the theatre, play cards, dance, go to football games, horse races, etc. etc. and so do your church members.”

- C W Ruth, Bible Readings on the Second Blessing (Cincinnati: God’s Bible School & Revivalist, 1905), 131.

Faith will annihilate fret or fret will annihilate faith.

- C W Ruth, Bible Readings on the Second Blessing (Cincinnati: God’s Bible School & Revivalist, 1905), 141.

Sanctified people need to remember that the spirit of heaviness is entirely compatible with the spirit of holiness.      

- C W Ruth, Bible Readings on the Second Blessing (Cincinnati: God’s Bible School & Revivalist, 1905), 183.

 A present tense faith will bring a present tense victory.

- C W Ruth, Bible Readings on the Second Blessing (Cincinnati: God’s Bible School & Revivalist, 1905), 184.

 Faith is to the soul what your breath is to the body.

- C W Ruth, Bible Readings on the Second Blessing (Cincinnati: God’s Bible School & Revivalist, 1905), 188.

 C. W. (Christian Wismer) Ruth was born this date 9/1/1865 in Bucks Co., PA.  He wrote Entire Sanctification Explained, and The Second Crisis in Christian Experience, Ruth died 5/27/1941 at Wilmore, KY.

If you skip all that chatter (symphony begins around minute 13) in the beginning (all that bullshit about how Shostakovich was really a secret anti-Soviet rebel, sneakily writing music about 1905 but in fact criticizing Soviet system without, however, really leaving any evidence of that), this is a great version of Shostakovich’s 11th symphony.

“The Popsicle was invented by 11 year-old Frank Epperson in 1905.
He left his drink outside with a stir stick in it and he noticed
that it had frozen. He applied for a patent in 1923 and named it
“Epsicle.” The name was later changed to Popsicle.”

- amusingfacts.com

En la Editorial de El Mercurio de Santiago se hace referencia al problema de la falta de escenarios deportivos, denunciándolo como un hecho de importantes alcances sociales por su influencia. Es la primera vez en la historia que el fútbol ocupa el principal espacio de tan influyente medio… claro, estamos hablando de Septiembre de 1905 y el fútbol en Chile crecía día a día en popularidad.

Fue tan grave el problema de las canchas, que los clubes de aquellos años se ven obligados a emigrar. No hay canchas, pero sobra afición.

Es en este mismo año cuando surge el primer antecedente que se tenga registro de una preocupación por las divisiones menores y es debido al nacimiento de la Junior Association, (niños menores de 15 años) que inicia sus actividades con cinco clubes. Se suma el entusiasmo de los universitarios… a los médicos se les suma los dentistas, ingenieros civiles, arquitectos, los cuales publican llamados a inscribirse en las nacientes ligas.

Tres Asociaciones en Santiago. Cien clubes. Aumento del comercio y la industria relacionados: Ridell y Compañía ofrece el mejor zapato conocido para este deporte: Marca Derd. Allí compran además los aficionados las mejores agujas para enhebrar pelotas. Todo crece en tormo al fútbol y no hay freno para su expansión.

Estadio Campos Sport de Ñuñoa

The internet is reporting that Elgin Nathan James, founder of Boston-based jock-hardcore-gang FSU has been arrested for extortion. The charge?  Demanding $5,000 from a touring punk band in Boston with the threat of physical assault.  FSU, if you haven’t found out the hard way, is a Boston-based crew called “Friends Stand United.”

If for some reason you aren’t familiar with the history of Boston hardcore gangs, here’s a brief wiki-biography of FSU’s roots:

PUNK: After a short time in orphanages and foster homes, Elgin James (who is of mixed race) was raised by civil rights activists on a rural farm in the Northeast.

STRAIGHT EDGE: With a crop of marijuana in the backyard and alcohol and drug abuse in the house, Elgin formed strong anti-drinking/drug beliefs.

HARDCORE: Edgin’s older brother brought him to several shows by seminal hardcore bands like Black Flag, Agnostic Front and Millions of Dead Cops.

GANG EDUCATION: He was arrested for the first time at age twelve, and by fourteen he wound end up in juvenile hall. There, he rejected the pacifist beliefs of his parents (who had marched with Rev. Martin Luther King and the Freedom Riders movement), and began studying the writings of Malcolm X, Stokely Carmichael and Huey P. Newton fusing them with aggressive punk ideals.

BRAIN DAMAGE: During a break in his first semester he was involved in a gang fight that left him with left hemispheric brain damage. After intensive rehabilitation he eventually recovered his speech and motor skills. But ended up homeless living on the streets and in squats (abandoned buildings) across the country.

FSU GROWS: Elgin and his friends started FSU to tackle the neo-nazi problem in the Boston hardcore scene.  They would use makeshift weapons such as hammers, cue balls in a sock and even a human thighbone. Soon racist skinheads, who had been such a common sight at Boston hardcore and punk rock shows, became scarce. FSU’s numbers began to grow and they started traveling to tackle the racist problem in surrounding states.

GOOD DEEDS: Elgin became a vegan at a very young age after seeing his farm animals slaughtered. Later, he and other FSU members set up an “arms for hostages” scenario trading handguns to inner city gang members in exchange for the pit bulls used in dog fighting rings. The dogs would then be nursed back to health and fostered until safe homes were found for them.

A West Philadelphia man calling himself  “Scab Bongdust” had this to say about todays events,

Yeah man, those guys think they are hot shit. Well they aren’t any different than a bunch of high school bullies ya know.  “Friends Stand United?”  Everyone knows that shit stands for “Fuck Shit Up” or Florida State University or whatever, man. I knew this guy who was hoppin’ trains up in Boston man and a bunch of those motherfuckers caught him spanging and fuckin’ killed him man.  Bunch of low lifes man, they don’t contribute anything to this scene.  All they wanna do is go to shows and gaybash until they get in fights, man.  I’m glad that fuck went to jail.  Oh man did you hear there’s a vegan barbecue later?  I heard Mischief Brew is playing, and can ya spare a little change?  JUST BECAUSE I CAN’T CHANGE EVERYTHING, DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T CHANGE ANYTHING!

Anyone who’s ever gotten in FSU’s way might tell you a similiar story.  I remember the last Pointless Fest in Philadelphia when I was a teenager.  R5 Productions, the DIY show promotion agency appointed FSU as security because of the large amount of minor crimes being committed by travelling crust punks.  A fight broke out between FSU bouncers and punks which resulted in a police officer calling for assistance.  Then, another fight broke out between all three parties and a near riot took place.  The event was then permanently cancelled and banned by the city of Philadelphia.

I took these photos of it, awhile before I was really interested in photography:

Image from www.thejobshop.com.au

A short time ago some men were engaged in putting up telegraph poles on some land belonging to an old farmer, who disliked seeing his wheat trampled down. The men produced a paper by which they said they had leave to put the poles where they pleased.

The old farmer went back and turned a large bull in the field. The savage beast made after the men, and the old farmer seeing them running from the field, shouted at the top of his voice:

“Show him the paper! Show him the paper!”

Marble Rock Journal (Marble Rock, Iowa) May 25, 1905

SAMUEL HINEMAN born about 1837-1838 Indiana

I have been trying to identify this Samuel Hineman for a long time because I really think he is related to my Hineman family. I renewed my search after receiving a picture of a Samuel Hineman from another researcher who has ties to the McConnell side of the family.

Tonight, I think I have found another reason to believe he is related. Looking through the Hineman siblings of my Samuel Hineman (not this  one, but could be his father) I noticed that Catherine Hineman (daughter of John Hineman, born about 1775 and Mary Unknown) who married David McConnell, had a son Phillip McConnell in  Wayne Co., Indiana in 1838!

****UPDATE: Aaron caught an error I made above. Phillip McConnell was born in Wayne County, Indiana, but none of us have Jackson as the exact place. Sorry about that; I have removed that mention.

Well, this Samuel Hineman born about 1837/38 was born in Indiana, same time frame. Now, evidently none of these people stayed in Indiana very long. In fact, David and Catherine went to Wisconsin, as did this Samuel Hineman and my John Hineman, probably all about the same time, possibly together!

I think this Samuel Hineman is a brother to my John Hineman, son of Samuel Hineman. Since the McConnell’s and Hineman’s are known to have migrated together, why wouldn’t it make sense that Catherine’s brother, Samuel went to Indiana with her and her family?

Now, here is someone else I found in Jackson, Wayne Co., Indiana, but in 1840:

1840 Census
Name:  Samuel McConnel
Township: Jackson
County: Wayne
State: Indiana
Males 1 under 5, 1 is 20-30, 1 is 30-40
Females 1 under 5, 1 is 20-30

I have no idea who he is, I don’t have a Samuel McConnell in my family tree, and I don’t really have enough information to track him down.

Now back to Samuel Hineman: Here he is in 1850, living with unrelated people near Daniel Hineman, son of the senior John and Mary Hineman, and my John Hineman, son of Samuel.

Not only that, I just noticed today that there is a “stray” Daniel Hineman, age 18 Ohio, living with Daniel and family. Since Daniel Hineman and Mary Ann Devolt didn’t marry until 1840, he can’t be their son. I suppose the senior Daniel could have been married prior, but I have no record of that. Does anyone else?

So if the younger Daniel Hineman is not theirs, whose is he? Not only that, there is the pauper, Mary Hineman next door, who was born about 1840, Ohio. Who does she belong to?

Why are there 3 Hineman children farmed out? Why is the senior Samuel and wife nowhere to be found? Did they die? I suspect that at least one of them did, possibly both of them, since I can’t find Samuel anywhere. Every Samuel I have checked turned out to belong to someone else.

Name: Samuel Hineman (pg 17)
Age:     11
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1839
Birth Place: Indiana
Gender: Male
Home in 1850: Dunkirk, Dane, Wisconsin
Household Members:
Name     Age
E Carmon     30 (Carmon, Camron, Cannon?)NY
C C Carmon     20 NY
C S Carmon     0
Samuel Hineman 11

Name:  Daniel Hineman (pg 14)
Age:     39
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1811
Birth Place:     Ohio
Gender:     Male
Home in 1850: Dunkirk, Dane, Wisconsin
Household Members:
Name     Age
Daniel Hineman     39 OH
M A Hineman     28 OH
Isabella Hineman     8 OH
John Hineman     6 WI
M J Hineman     2 WI
Daniel Hineman   18 OH (who does he belong to?) I haven’t been able to locate him on later census records.

NEXT DOOR:
Name:  Mary Hineman (pg 14)
Age:     10
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1840
Birth Place: Ohio
Gender:     Female
Home in 1850: Dunkirk, Dane, Wisconsin
Household Members:
Name     Age
L Preston     45 NY
Cornelia Preston     40 NY
Caroline Preston     19 NY
Lntan Preston     18 NY
Mary Hineman     10 OH (pauper) I don’t know what happened to her.

Name:  John Stineman (HINEMAN, trans error) (pg 15)
Age:     23
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1827
Birth Place: Pennsylvania
Gender:     Male
Home in 1850: Dunkirk, Dane, Wisconsin
Household Members:
Name     Age
John Stineman     23 PA
Harriet Stineman     24 PA (Harriet Cary)
B J Stineman     2 WI (Benjamin)
M J Stineman     1 WI (Melissa)

—–1855—–
Name: Samuel Hineman (Is this Samuel born 1838?)
State: WI
County: Dane County
Township: Dunkirk
Year: 1855
Database: WI 1855 State Census Index

Name:    Daniel Hineman
State:     WI
County:     Dane County
Township:     Dunkirk
Year:     1855
Database:     WI 1855 State Census Index

Name:   Mary Hineman (Which Mary Hineman is this? Someone’s widow?)
State:     WI
County:     Dane County
Township:     Dunkirk
Year:     1855
Database:     WI 1855 State Census Index

Name:   John Hineman
State:     WI
County:     Dane County
Township:     Dunkirk
Year:     1855
Database:     WI 1855 State Census Index

—–1860—–
Name: Daniel Hineman (pg 3)
Age in 1860: 50
Birth Year: abt 1810
Birthplace: Ohio
Home in 1860: Rockbridge, Richland, Wisconsin
Gender: Male
Post Office: Rockbridge
Household Members:
Name     Age
Daniel Hineman     50
Margaret Hineman     40
John Hineman     17
Jane Hineman     13
Emily Hineman     10
Betsey Hineman     7
Daniel Hineman     4**

**Seems unlikely if the other Daniel (age 18) was his son, he would name another son Daniel, although some people have done that on occasion.

I cannot locate the Samuel Hineman born 1838 IND on census records for 1860, 1870 or 1880.

—–1900—–
Name:  Samuel Hineman (pg 15)
Home in 1900: Ironton, Sauk, Wisconsin
Age:     62
Birth Date: Oct 1837
Birthplace: Indiana
Race: White
Ethnicity: American
Gender: Male
Relationship to Head of House: Hired Man
Father’s Birthplace: Pennsylvania
Mother’s Birthplace: England (possible error, others above have ENG listed for mother)
Marital Status: Single
Residence : Ironton Town, Sauk, Wisconsin
Household Members:
Name     Age
William J Markham 51 RI ENG ENG
Seah S Markham     49 ENG ENG ENG
Mary S Markham     4 WI RI ENG
John Jessop     79 (stepfather)ENG ENG ENG
Samuel Hineman     62 IND PA ENG (single)

** On next page is living a Thomas Tait and family, who were in Ironton since at least 1870)
Tait, Thomas  Jun 1842 PA IR IR
Tait, Anna E [L] Jul 1850 WI SCOT IR (Annie L McIntyre, M: 31 Sep 1878, Juneau WI)
Tait, John  Jan 1882
Tait, Thomas  Mar 1884 (Thomas Samuel Tait b:18 Mar 1884)
Tait, Robert May 1890

I will be doing a separate post on the Tait/Tate family because this family connects to the McConnell’s.

—–1905—–

Name:  Samuel Hineman (pg 5)
Census Date: 1 Jun 1905
Residence County: Sauk
Residence State:     Wisconsin
Locality: Ironton
Birth Location: Ind
Marital Status: Single
Gender: Male
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1837
Race: White
Relation: Cousin
Line: 4
Roll: CSUSAWI1905_27
Household Members:
Name     Age
Daniel Hineman     47 WI PA OH (This is Daniel, age 4 on the 1860 census)
Mary Hineman     44 WI TN IND
Perry Hineman     22
Ora Hineman     20
Bradford Hineman     15
Samuel Hineman     68 (cousin, single) IND PA OH**

**So, this Samuel is related to our Hineman family in some way.

Living nearby:

Name:  J W Compton (pg 2, left) (John Westley Compton)
Census Date: 1 Jun 1905
Residence County: Sauk
Residence State: Wisconsin
Locality:     Ironton
Birth Location: Indiana
Marital Status: Married
Gender:     Male
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1860
Race: White
Relation: Head
Spouse’s Name: Emma (Emma Bedell, daughter of Emeline McConnell)
Line: 1
Roll: CSUSAWI1905_27
Household Members:
Name     Age
J W Compton     45 IND KY
Emma Compton     42 WI NY OH
Minnie G Compton     20 WI IND WI
Mildred Tait     10 (niece)WI WI WI

Name:  G M Compton (pg 2, right,) (Gilbert Morton Compton)
Census Date: 1 Jun 1905
Residence County: Sauk
Residence State: Wisconsin
Locality: Ironton
Birth Location: Indiana
Marital Status: Married
Gender: Male
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1865
Race: White
Relation: Head
Spouse’s Name: Minnie E (Minnie Bedell, daughter of Emeline McConnell)
Line: 28
Roll: CSUSAWI1905_27
Household Members:
Name     Age
G M Compton     40 IND KY IND
Minnie E Compton     36 WI NY OH
Basil Compton     16 WI IND WI
Beaular J Compton 11 WI IND WI

Name:  Thomas Tait (pg 6, left)
Census Date: 1 Jun 1905
Residence County: Sauk
Residence State:     Wisconsin
Locality:     Ironton
Birth Location: Pennsylvania
Gender: Male
Race: White
Relation: Head
Spouse’s Name: Anna L
Line: 43
Roll: CSUSAWI1905_27
Household Members:
Name     Age (no ages for the family)
Thomas Tait PA IRE
Anna L Tait PA IRE
John Tait WI PA    (son)
Robert Tait WI PA (son)

Emeline McConnel was married to William Henry Harrison Bedell. Her sister, Adaline was married to Alonzo McKoon, then John Tague Compton. Samuel Hineman gave his picture to Alonzo and Adaline’s daughter, Alice Elizabeth McKoon.

Emeline (McConnell) Bedell’s daughters, Emma and Minnie both married Compton’s, and another daughter, Lydia, married John H. Tait/Tate.

*****************

Samuel Hineman must have died between 1905 and 1910, probably in Sauk Co., Wisconsin, because I can’t find him on the 1910 census. He is NOT listed in the pre-1907 Wisconsin death records on Ancestry.

In fact, the only Hineman listed in the 1820 to 1907 WI death records for Sauk County,  is Margaret A. Hineman, which should be Margaret Ann Devolt. For some reason, I have her place of death listed as Willow Twp., Richland Co., Wisconsin.

Margaret A Hineman      26 Mar 1895      Sauk

For Richland County, they have this:

Mrs Daniel Hindman      23 Mar 1895      Richland

Hmm… Which one is correct?

Image from Wiki

A commenter asked if I had a source that listed Jim Dahlman as one of Seth Bullock’s Cowboy Brigade, that attended Teddy Roosevelt’s inauguration. I did some searching over the weekend, and found one source, which is noted in the post. NOTE: They incorrectly listed his given name as Bill, rather than Jim.

***

ROUGH RIDERS AND COWBOYS THERE

National Capitol Filled by Throngs for the Inauguration.

QUITE COSMOPOLITAN CROWD

Governors and Staffs in Gold Braided Uniforms, Indians in Blankets and Filipinos Mingle With the Gathering of the Plain People.
[excerpt]

Seth Bullock’s cowboys, fifty-one strong, arrived yesterday afternoon, very tired and thirsty after a thirty-hour ride. The rangers were attired in the conventional cowboy costume. Those in the crowd who expected them to carry six-shooters were not disappointed. Each of Seth’s boys wore a leather bolster, in which was a formidable looking, long barrel gun. Buckskin trousers, gayly decorated shirts and broad-rimmed sombreros composed the uniform in which they were attired.

Cowboys Have a Frolic.

When the contingent got to the nearby hotel, at which they were corraled, all hands washed up and then scattered in twos or threes to see the town. Three of them found the stable where their mounts are being cared for, and getting astride of their horses, started out for a frolic on Pennsylvania avenue. For the edification of the crowd they did a little rope throwing, each man tossing his noose over the head of one of his companions. But this became tiresome after a while and a few exhibition throws were given to the delight of the crowds and the alarm of the diminutive negroes who were invariably the targets.

Last night most of the cowboy company called on Captain Seth at the Shor?ham hotel. They liked the looks of the place and some of them spent the evening there.

The cowboys will be the guest of Senator Kittredge of South Dakota at 9 o’clock breakfast Sunday and in the afternoon will be taken around the city in automobiles. No set programme has been arranged in the meantime, but the whole town is anxious to do them honor and everything is free whenever the cowboys appear in cafes.

The Syracuse Herald (Syracuse, New York) Mar 3, 1905

I saved this picture above, but forgot to note the source, and now I can’t find it again. This lists 40 of the 60 cowboys, and the picture appears to be cut off on the sides, so maybe the rest of them (including Jim Dahlman, who is NOT listed) were off to the side.

By Seth Bullock.

First Sheriff of Deadwood, S.D., Chief of the Black Hills Forest Rangers, Commanding the Cowboy Brigade in the Inaugural Procession.

Washington, Friday — Looking at it from the top of a cayuse, this inauguration appears mighty significant to me. President Roosevelt has already put his mark on the country. Al the end of another four years the Roosevelt brand will be so clear it won’t wear off for many moons.

The crowds in Washington today show the Roosevelt spirit. The people are mostly bright and energetic, typical of the President. It’s just like it is on the range. IF the owner of a ranch is an active, honest, hard-working man, you can tell his cowboys as far as you can see the outfit, by the vigorous way they work. If the owner is dissolute, dishonest or lazy, the cowboys are likely to be the same way.

Now, long before most of us in Dakota knew Roosevelt we used to hear about him.

Cowboys riding down to our country from 150 miles away used to say:

“That fellow Roosevelt up there on the Little Missouri is dead square. He don’t maverick anybody else’s calves. He don’t ask a man to ride a horse he don’t ride, and he don’t make any man stand a watch on the roundup that he ain’t ready to stand himself.”

That is the kind of reputation Roosevelt had in the cattle country, where the things a man does and not what he talks about makes his reputation. He’s no fair weather sailor, and our boys out West know it. That’s the reason sixty boys have come down here with me. Nearly all of them have ridden on the range, and a good many of them used to know Theodore, and they are all strong for him. They have to sell their ponies to get back, all because they wanted to see one of their own people, or rather, a man who had lived with them, and is as much or more a Westerner than Easterner, inaugurated as President.

With Roosevelt in the White House this talk of sectionalism is going to be stamped out. The way this inauguration has brought together Westerners and Easterners and

Northerners and Southerners means a lot to the future of this country.
It looks to me like the people who were coming to this inauguration were the kind who like the man who does real stunts and don’t delay. That’s the reason the cowpunchers like him.

We haven’t any fear of him being too impetuous. You don’t hear any of that talk about him on the range. The boys there just say he has keen and accurate instinct.

The sixty boys with me are not Rough Riders; they are not Black Hills rangers; they are not dime novel heroes or stage robbers. They are cowboys, and as such are the real article, and the reason they are here is because this is the first inauguration of a man who knows them and whom they know as square in the White House as he was on the range.

One of the boys rode 120 miles in twenty-four hours to get his horse on the train before it left Deadwood. We have all ages in the company.

Henry Roberts, who is fifteen, was born on the range, and as good a rider as any one. There are men who have been cowboys for thirty years. Two of the boys belong to the Black Hills Forest Rangers, whose business it is to protect the trees in the Black Hills forest reserve. Most of the rest are from South Dakota and Wyoming.

Theodore has asked the boys to come back to the White House after the procession has passed the reviewing stand. They will ride up to the steps under the porte cochere, where he will stand and shake hands with each man.

Now, that is a mighty nice thing, for some of the boys are bashful and would be lost if the President invited them to the reception. But they are never bashful in the saddle. Every one of them appreciates the chance to shake Theodore’s hand.

I’m willing to bet he will remember each man that he knew when he lived in Dakota. His memory for faces and the names that go with them is certainly wonderful. Blaine’s memory for faces, some persons say, was largely bluff, but it is straight goods with the President.

I remember when he made his last Western trip the boys on the South Dakota range rode to meet him whenever the train stopped at the water tank. OUt of crowds he would single out men whom he had not laid eyes on for twenty years. He would remember exactly where he had last seen them. On that trip he would alwys go out to see the cowboys who rode to meet the train.

“Why,” said he, “those boys have never seen a President of the United States. They have ridden a long way to this train. It’s my duty to go out and speak to them.”

There is a horse with a Maltese cross brand running on the range now, and I tried to get one of the boys to bring it down here, but it could not be arranged. The Roosevelt brand was a Maltese cross., and he branded that horse.

We from out West don’t know all the full made over the questions or precedence. It was necessary for me to go to Mr. Warner’s headquarters today. He is the head of the civic division, and talking to him was a man wearing a uniform that looked like the morning after the Fourth of July. Honest, it would make a cowboy jump over the monument. He was making a great row because his marching club, which had been in every inauguration since the Lord knows when, had been given a place behind the Roosevelt Club of Minneapolis, which had never marched at any inauguration.

“I’ll see what I can do about it,” siad Mr. Warner.

Then I took the uniformed man by the arm. “Don’t kick,” I told him. ‘If you try to change your position, every one else will want to change theirs, and the whole parade will go to smash. We are going to ride wherever we are placed. Anyway, wherever the cowboys are, that is the head of the procession for us. Don’t kick.”

Here is our official poem, by the official poet, Bob Carr:

Us punchers sling no haughty style,
Nor go we much on manners;
We look on dudelets out this way
As only fit for “canners;”
And that is why you hear us cry
We’re always glad and ready
To throw our hats and let a yell
In honor of our Teddy.

The boys are having a first-rate time in Washington. We have no rules except these.

Rule 1. Don’t kick.
Rule 2. Don’t knock.
Rule 3. Neither kick nor knock.
***

Seth Bullock and Teddy Roosevelt

Washington — Say, we found ourselves among a lot of friendly Indians today. The boys like the way the crowd, all the way from Capitol Butte to by White Ranch House, put out their hand.

Not one is sorry he came, especially after the way Theodore met us after we had ranged up past the reviewing stand. He had the boys ride up to the door of the ranch house and shook hands with each, and remembered every one he knew nineteen years ago on the Little Missouri, when he had the Maltese Cross outfit.

Every cowboy in the brigade was mightily impressed with the ceremony today. A lot of them have never been east of the Missouri River, and, although they are as keen as can be found anywhere, this visit to Washington is just the thing they needed to show them what a great country this is.

As far as that goes, I think no one can come to Washington from any part of the United States without being struck by the almighty bigness of the Government. They get an idea, too, what their Representatives are doing for them, and it is a lot. Neither of our Senators from South Dakota nor our Representatives can make his expenses out of his salary.

There is a lot of patriotism in this country, and it certainly stuck out all over this town today.

I saw millionaires waving flags and yelling themselves hoarse for the President, and when we cowboys came along there in front of his reviewing stand we got the glad hand from the President more than any one else we saw.

Compared with the noise made by the plug-hat-and-boiled-shirt political clubs, the cowboy brigade was Quakerish and decorous. To the President it made no difference where a club came from, or whether or not it represented a lot of cash. If the people in the organization were good, clean-cut, likely appearing Americans the President would lean over the rail and wave his hat to them.

Every man in the thirty thousand marching today ought to know, unless he is plumb locoed, that the boy who is now in the White House is game, and will do just what he says — give a square deal to every man. That is the reason the cowboys who are with me came down here. They want to show their appreciation of having one of their own kind of men in the saddle ready to brand every proposition according to his merits, and to rope any job that comes its way, and not ask any man to do anything he isn’t willing to do himself.

A man who is big enough to build the Panama Canal and put irrigation ditches all through the West and make it blossom like a rose and insist on a navy large enough to keep the door open in China is the man for us.

The cowboys in this brigade are a clean cut, sober, industrious lot, and when you find sixty such men who are agreed that the President is O.K. you can just mark it down that their verdict is straight goods.

It meant a lot to us to see those hundreds of thousands of people rounded up in Washington to watch Theodore become President on his own responsibility. It is all right to talk about the splendor of the durbars in India, but they are not to be compared with this. The durbar is an outfit of people who ride and do other stunts because they are ordered to. The people who attend the inaugural do it because they want to. Of course, some of the army and navy are ordered to Washington, but if they were not they would like to come independently.

I am a great believer in the flag and the effect it has on gatherings like these. The best thing for this country would be for every man and woman to get a chance to come to Washington and rub up against people from other ranges.

Some of the boys are pretty much impressed with the number of white people in the East.

They put us pretty well back in the procession, but we did not care, for our rules are, “Don’t kick, don’t knock; neither kick nor knock.”

We were formed down near the Capitol and the critters stood the waiting pretty well. They are used to brilliant Western sunsets, but that was the only thing that saved them from bolting when these gold lace Governors’ staffs went loping by.

We are going to have an auction on Monday, and all the cayuses will be knocked down to the highest bidder. They will make mighty good polo ponies, although their past work has been mostly chasing wayward, stray cattle, instead of a little white ball. They have to be sold so the boys will have enough money to get home on. Then some of them want a little cash to blow in over in New York, where they are going before they start back to the range.

These boys can go some if necessary, but there are not likely to be any fireworks from them in New York. They just want to learn the difference between the taste of salt water and prairie hay.

We will all be gone from Washington pretty soon. It has been a great round-up — about the most successful ever held, I guess. Theodore certainly did make good medicine.

The Galveston Daily News (Galveston, Texas) Mar 8, 1905

Alexander O. Brodie (Image from www.arlingtoncemetery.net)

BRODIE AND BULLOCK

Fine Types of the American Western Frontiersman.

BOTH FRIENDS OF PRESIDENT.

Brodie Has Been Regular Army Officer, Indian Fighter, Civil Engineer, Rough Rider, and Territorial Governor — Seth Bullock, Sheriff, Cowpuncher, and an All-around “Good ‘Bad Man.’”

A notable figure in the escort accompanying President Roosevelt from the White House to the Capitol yesterday and again in the grand parade which later swept up the Avenue was that of Col. Alexander O. Brodie at the head of the Rough Riders, President Roosevelt’s old Spanish war regiment. Col. Brodie and his men were recognized at every point along the route and greeted with generous applause.

Col. Brodie is a typical frontiersman, but he is much more than that. He has been cadet at West Point, officer in the regular army, Indian fighter, civil and mining engineer, major and lieutenant in the Rough Riders under Col. Roosevelt, and until recently governor of the Territory of Arizona. He came to Washington about ten days ago and was sworn in as major in the regular army and was assigned to be assistant to the military secretary, United States army.

Col. Brodie was graduated from West Point in 1870 and assigned immediately to the First United States Cavalry. With that regiment he saw stirring service on the frontier for seven years’ fighting Indians all over the Western border. He was in the hard campaign against the White Mountain Indians in 1871, with Gen. Brooke in all of that gallant officer’s fights in 1872 and 1873, and in the fierce Nez Perce campaign of 1877. Then he resigned from the army, and for twenty years practiced civil and mining engineering in the West.

When the Rough Rider regiment was organized at the beginning of the Spanish war in 1898, Brodie jumped to the front, and was commissioned major, and upon the promotion of Col. Wood and Lieut. Col. Roosevelt, he was advanced to the position of second in command, an office he held when the regiment was mustered out at the close of the war.

Col. Brodie enjoys the personal friendship of President Roosevelt. They were very “chummy” during the campaign in Cuba. It is not strange that President Roosevelt should have desired that a detachment of his old command should have a position of honor in the inaugural parade, nor that he should have selected Col. Brodie to lead it.

Seth Bullock’s Cowboys.

Another feature of the parade was Seth Bullock’s cowboys,, seventy-five in number mounted on their Western bronchos and headed by the redoubtable Seth himself. Sheriff Bullock is the sheriff of Deadwood, S.D., and he is what might be termed “a good ‘bad man.’” He is the idol of all the South Dakota cow-punchers and has the reputation of having “rounded up” more truly “bad men” than any other official in all the wild West. Like Col. Brodie, he enjoys the personal friendship of President Roosevelt. In line with Seth Bullock’s “bunch” were cow-punchers of no less renown than “Deadwood Dick” Clarke, the once famous scout, bandit, hunter, and leader of the shotgun men who guarded the old Wells-Fargo treasure coaches from Deadwood to civilization more than a quarter of a century ago. “Tex” Burgess, the king of the cowboys on the big Hyannis range in Nebraska, was another prominent figure in the unique organization. Seth Bullock, “Deadwood Dick,” Clarke and “Tex” Burgess are all men of types that with the advance of civilization are fast disappearing from the Western plains and will soon have passed away altogether. The once famous “Deadwood Dick,” the hero of the dime novels of twenty-five years ago, and the man who in pioneer days was the terror of evildoers in Dakota, and performed miraculous feats of daring, is now a workman in plain blue overalls in the railway yards at Lead, a town not far from Deadwood.

Richard Clarke (aka Deadwood Dick)

Lots of great pictures at FARWEST.IT, which is where I found the  above picture. The website is in Spanish.

“Deadwood Dick” Praises President.

When “Deadwood Dick” was asked by Seth Bullock to come along to Washington to help inaugurate President Roosevelt he wrote back, saying:

“Sure, I’ll go down to Washington to see Teddy inaugurated. We old Westerners feel that he is one of us and shall be glad to help give him a send-off. I reckon the cowpunchers will cut quite a figure when they get down there, but they will be no novelty to the President, for he used to be one of them himself, you know. But a good many other folks will look on ‘em with a good deal of interest and curiosity. I think he is doin’ the right thing in invitin’ the boys to take part in the show. It tickles ‘em nearly to death to know that he wants ‘em to ride their cayuses in the parade. Some of the boys used to know ‘Teddy’ when he was a rancher out West, and they all have a mighty warm spot in their hearts for him.”

Tex Burgess

The above picture (I cropped it) can be found in the book, The Overland Monthly (Google Books,) which contains the essay/article, A Cowboy Carnival: A Veracious Chronicle of a Stirring Incident by Ella Thorngate; pgs 50-60. The article includes other names, such as Doc Middleton, who is also in the uncropped picture.

Texas Burgess’ Comments.

“Tex” Burgess, who rode his pony all the way from Hyannis, Neb., to Belle Fourche, S.D., to join the cowboys on the trip to Washington, said, when he was invited to join the expedition:

“You just bet I’m goin’. I wouldn’t miss it for $1,000. We all want to go, but Capt. Bullock says he can’t accommodate all of us, so some of us will have to stay at home. Most of those who are goin’ are from the Black Hills. Only a few will come from the Hyannis and other ranges in Nebraska. I wished to go, and Capt. Bullock has promised to take me. ‘Billy’ Binder and ‘Doc’ Williams, and some of the others of the more noted riders in this region want to go, too, but I don’t know whether they will. We are mighty pleased at the invitation to take part in the show.”

Washington Post, The (Washington, D.C.) Mar 5, 1905

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**This is the article mentioned at the beginning of the post, which names Dahlman as one of the “cowboys” who attended the inauguration. **Note: They got his first name wrong.

WASHINGTON, AFLUTTER, DONNING GALA ATTIRE

Imposing Court of Honor in Pennsylvania Avenue.

INAUGURATION GAYETY BEGUN

Glee Clubs Parade and Serenade and Cowboys Make Things Lively —

Scenes in the Streets.

Special to The New York Times. [excerpt]

Seth Bullock’s cowboys have started in on the time of their lives. They are sixty strong, and have brought two carloads of the best bronchos and cayuse ponies they could find in Nebraska and the Black Hills.

It would be absolutely impossible to pick a matched pair in the lot. Every color known in the Western cowboy horse stock is represented. They are dun, gray, calico, mouse-colored, bay, black, white, chestnut, piebald, and even the much loved blue bronco type is there. The blue bronco is the toughest horse ever made. The cowboys brought numerous saddles and abundance of trappings.
Cowboys “Feel of” the Asphalt.

To-day they geared up and went out to “feel of” the asphalt, of which they had been warned. It has happened at inaugurations that cavorting horses have slipped and thrown their riders. On one occasion an officer suffered a broken leg. On another Gen. Miles fell with his horse in the plaza in front of the Capitol Hotel.

The negro stableboys have been struck with wonder at the antics of the Westerners. The fun began when Bill [Jim] Dahlman, the boon friend of William J. Bryan, whirled out into the street from the corral where the cowboys keep their ponies, and with a yell said “Good-bye.”

The next moment there was another yell, this time from a colored boy standing by, who had been swiftly roped by Dahlman.

From that time on it was touch and go with a score or two of cowboys and the negroes standing around. The cowboys, some of whom are bankers, State officials, and lawyers who have at some time or other followed the range, wore their chaps and spurs and their tailor-made coats and overcoats and derby hats. This they will do when riding for practice or to get the hang of the town, but they have come with their full regalia, including lariats, quirts, chaps, ladigoes, twenty-ounce hats, and big red neckerchiefs, and will wear the whole outfit on Saturday, and when they get down to business of paying their respects to the town.

They had a job to-day shoeing their ponies. Thirty of them had never been shod and were unused to the etiquette of Mike McCormick’s blacksmith shop, where the operation was performed. They boys stayed by and it was a jolly scene. Some of the ponies had to be thrown, and with two men sitting on them Mike went ahead with the work as best he could.

A squad of cowboys during the afternoon rode the length of Pennsylvania Avenue, cutting in and out between street cars and passing vehicles with wonderful skill and at high speed. They roped colored boys again, and now and then a peanut vendor or a dog, and wound up by roping each other and getting all tied up in a bunch, in which manner they rode home and disentangled and unsaddled for the night.

Monday they will put the whole lot of horses up at auction for polo ponies, hoping to get what they cost and possibly the expense of transportation out of them.

The New York Times, Mar 3, 1905

Link to the actual news article is HERE. (PDF)

BULLOCK’S BOYS SELL PONIES.

Cow Punchers’ Exhibition Takes on a Commercial Aspect.

Capt. Seth Bullock’s cowboys sold their wild Western broncos at the Seventh street baseball park yesterday afternoon, but because of the rain and the soft condit on the ground the “stunts” which a large crowd of people went out to see were postponed until to-day at the same hour. No steers were tied — there were no steers — and there were no races. As it was, the ponies cut up the diamond and the outfield with their hoofs while the cowboys were showing off their points and a steam roller will probably be in demand before the ball season opens.

The spectators in spite of the cold rain were enthusiastic. They stood ankle deep in mud and slush and were spattered with mud with good grace while watching the little riding which the bronco busters performed in order to show how gentle their horses were. The ponies brought from $45 to $90, but only five were sold. One or two of the best animals were held at $100 by their owners, and the cowboys expect to dispose of these before they go to their homes in the West.

Capt. Bullock directed the sale and under his supervision the boys put their ponies through the paces, ran them and walked them past the buyers while the cowboys themselves alternated as auctioneers and knocked the beasts down to the highest bidders. Some of the purchasers looked at their newly-acquired horses with misgiving, looked them in the teeth, so to speak. Most of the horses were stripped of them cowboy saddles and sent off to livery stables to be clipped and Easternized. A few of the bolder buyers tried their ponies out on the spot and the cowboys had a lot of fun seeing the city chaps in derbys and overcoats scampering across the park range, clinging to the pommels, and scattering lead pencils and other belongings at every jump.

The exhibition postponed from yesterday will be given to day, rain or shine. It is the special wish of those in charge of the inauguration exercises that the cowboys receive the hearty co-operation of the citizens, as they came a long distance and have added so much to the entertainment of the people, as well as showing the type of man who spends his life on the plains of the far West.

Capt. Bullock took great care in selecting this company of men and each is a splendid specimen of manhood and all are adept in some particular accomplishment, which will add to the enjoyment of the exhibit. The programme is replete with thrilling and amusing events, and will positively take place to day at 2:30 p.m.

Washington Post, The (Washington, D.C.) Mar 8, 1905