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This reminds me: when I was at university doing first-year crystallography (1974), they still measured areas of peaks in X-ray diffraction graphs (which is the integral telling you the volume of each phase) by physically cutting the peak from the printed graph, and weighing it on a sensitive balance. This looks conceptually similar.
At this magnification, the image is slightly disturbing; it looks as if the sky cop is wearing a fetishy costume with thigh-length boots and no pants. The LOC maximum-sized image shows it's probably some kind of tunic, though it still looks like pink shorts.
Re "ca'canny" - I'd never run into it in that context as a noun. As a verb, it's just Scots for "go carefully", as the folksy road sign in Glen Tanar: "Ca' canny doon the brae" - "go carefully down the hill". The OED citations suggest the noun usage is an American expression of the late 19th and early 20th century. It seems more or less synonymous with "work to rule".
I took it as just the caption writer latching on to his appearance to make a propaganda point. My first thought was that the Germans must have been getting desperate toward the end of the war to conscript someone with majorly bad eyesight, judging by the thickness of his glasses.
And the special style for bell-ringers: Plain Bob Maximus.
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This strangely reminds me of "gun kata" - the fictional martial art invented for the movie Equilibrium - that depended strongly on statistical probabilities of where an opponent would be shootable, or conversely not likely to shoot. It certainly seems that the idea that ships in this era relied solely on getting into positions where a 'broadside' could be fired is a gross oversimplification.
Boys' classic book is online: Soap-bubbles and the forces which mould them. Being a course of three lectures delivered in the theatre of the London institution on the afternoons of Dec. 30, 1889, Jan. 1 and 3, 1890, before a juvenile audience (1896)
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I found the same thing when reading the works of Maxwell Gray. Although her era (late Victorian / Edwardian) makes it more likely, I was still surprised to find it in the vocabulary of someone from the educated middle class. "Hence a ghastly row of jerry-built stucco villas, a focus of cheap-trippers, bathing-machines, nigger bands and other horrors" - The Last Sentence, 1893
Euw. It reminds me of Edward Gorey's "The Gashleycrumb Tinies": “A is for Amy who fell down the stairs / B is for Basil assaulted by bears / C is for Clara who wasted away / D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh". -
One might suspect it to be propaganda, to present truckers as nice guys, at a time when the stereotype would have been Teamsters politics, corrupt unionizing, and connection with organised crime.
For the benefit of those who don't recognise the symptoms, presumably "blood poison" is syphilis?
Here's another one I ran into a while back: * "A Comparative View of the Principal Mountains in the World with their Altitudes"
Lombroso seems to have had a thing about tattooing. See also: (1896) "The Savage Origin of Tattooing", Popular Science I love the introduction, which argues that London society ladies must have "an inferior sensitiveness" due to being so "obtuse to pain" as to have tattoos.
The story's a lot more complicated. See Language Log - Literally: a history ( ) which is citing the OED editor Jesse Sheidlower's article The Word We Love To Hate ( ). Their thrust is that the use of "literally" to mean virtually/figuratively is actually about 250 years old, and long co-existed with "literally" = not figuratively. What's new is not its use to mean "figuratively", but the complaint that to do so is wrong. George Colman and David Garrick, The Clandestine Marriage (1766) ---I am literally---the humblest / of your servants. Frances Brooke, The History of Emily Montague, Vol. IV (1769) He is a fortunate man to be introduced to such a party of fine women at his arrival; it is literally to feed among the lilies.
"in some practicable ways he got a lot of it right--the imagery wasn't there, but the ideas were" That's the particularly interesting thing. Apart from it being portrayed within the technology and style of the time, so much is spot on: ubiquitous personal vehicles; trouble starting the car; cavalry regiments moving over to mechanised units; rarity of horses; mobile businesses, shops and churches; depletion of resources; air travel; and even what could be interpreted as AI. The only major error is in the personal flight kit.
John, the scans aren't visible to non-US readers. However, the same article's available via JSTOR, at the Internet Archive: "The Proportior (October 4, 1889)"
Done: Milne-Shaw
If you don't mind my running with it, I fancy chasing it up too. Milne's a fascinating guy; he went to Japan as a academic, and came back with a Japanese wife (a Buddhist abbot's daughter) and servant, to live on the outskirts of Newport, Isle of Wight. Somehow - last year being a bit hectic - I missed the centenary of his death, in July 2013, when there were a lot of thematic displays around Newport.
Nice reminder - some years back, I worked in the Geophysics department at Birmingham University, and was involved in re-assembling a Milne-Shaw seismograph brought in in pieces by an aged guy who was, I recall, Shaw's son. The clockwork recording drum was beyond repair, but we managed to rig it up with a magnet and coil out of an old galvanometer to give an electrical output. It worked well enough for an open day demo.
Ah, disappointing: not the satirical Iron Sky
The poster details check out, by the way. I haven't checked the theatre ones, but a look in the British Library 19th Century Newspapers Archive finds similar ads for the Hull School of Art ("Head Master Mr Edwin Chandler, Hon Sec W Day Keyworth"). The "-ON ... Mr J Tall" is for an auction by James Tall, Auctioneers.
Very nice. By coincidence I was in Shanklin, one of the terminus points, only a month or so back: actually one of my favourite places. A hotel on the seafront, the Royal Spa, was bombed - see Shanklin Spa - and they used the shell to hide the pumping station for the pipe at the nearby scenic ravine, Shanklin Chine.
Poe's line from The Man of the Crowd would be apposite too: "It was well said of a certain German book that 'es läßt sich nicht lesen.'" ... ["it does not permit itself to be read"].
Beecham's Pills - it's a complicated story. They were a mild laxative; but a number of books on the history of health tell that they contained juniper oil, and were widely taken as a (real or imagined) abortifacient.
Oops! I forgot that TypePad appends brackets to URLs. Here are the links again: Romantic Circles: The English Review's review: