A windy day

April 19, 1908

Better late than never.

Fine place down here.

Fred

That's the Flatiron Building in the background, previously seen here. As always, click image to embiggen.

(A rerun, but it seemed appropriate.)

Hercules and the mermaids

No message, and the back of the card is kind of messed up, so I didn't scan. But the description reads:

HERCULES AND THE MERMAIDS
[Missing word] beautiful mermaids with a replica of Dynastes Hercules, the world's largest beetle towering over them at the entrance to the May Museum of the Tropics, Weeki Wachee Spring, Florida. 60 miles north of St. Petersburg on [?] S. Highway at Florida 50.

Library is wonderful

Washington, D.C.
Dec. 31, 1914

Have visited nearly all places of interest, think library is wonderful. Best wishes for Happy New Year.

I. Beck Leiner [?]

As usual, click to embiggen. And click on the "postcards" label below for more.

Helloween

A multiple rerun originally from October 2009, now with two extra ridiculous Halloween balloons that I never posted before because I couldn't come up with captions I found amusing. Yay, lower standards!

Mommy, why is the kitty #&$@ing a pumpkin?

Mommy, the patients from the burn unit at the hospital are here.

Mommy, there's something about the shape of the tombstone that's making me extremely uncomfortable.

Give me a D! Give me an E! Give me an A! Give me another D!

This is so undignified. Please put a stake through my heart and let me rest in peace.

"Some cookies that I made this forenoon."

Williston, VT.
May 28
4PM
1914

I am sending Harold a little pkg. Some cookies that I made this forenoon. I thought it would please him to received something. Just read in Telegram of A. Moore's death by Automobile accident on front page. You know that is Mrs.[?]'s Nephew, I think. Some more about him on second page. Was glad to get your and Ma's letter. Got a long letter from Kate's sister.

As always, click to embiggen.

I love the use of the word "forenoon" and the phrase "death by Automobile accident."

Quantum Romney

Schrödinger's Cat Romney: A cat Mitt Romney, a flask of poison a news camera, and a radioactive source an undecided voter are placed in a sealed box. If an internal monitor detects radioactivity movement by the undecided voter, the flask is shattered the camera is turned on, releasing the poison that kills the cat causing Romney to state either a severely conservative or moderate position for the undecided voter. The Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics implies that after a while, the cat Romney is simultaneously alive and dead conservative and moderate. Yet, when we look in the box, we see the cat Romney either alive or dead, not both alive and dead conservative or moderate, not both conservative and moderate.

(Wikipedia)

Postcard of the day

Provincetown
July 28
7:30AM
1922

Some trip. A long way from home. Uncle is having a fine time and goes wherever we go.
Mrs. Waldman

Click to embiggen.

Have lost the will to blog. Expect lots of postcards for the time being.

Breaking! Must credit The Velvet Blog!

Mr. Romney's team has concluded that debates are about creating moments and has equipped him with a series of zingers that he has memorized and has been practicing on aides since August. --The New York Times

Through tough journalistic tactics the lamestream media gave up long ago, The Velvet Blog has uncovered Romney's zingers for the first debate:

How proud you were when they named you America's best ... then you found out they meant America's beast!

I always wanted to write a book about you Cynthia Mr. President, but somebody beat me to it. He wrote "The Hounds of the Baskervilles."

I don't mind personal insults, but when you insult the jokes that I tell you're insulting Fred Allen, Bob Hope, Burns and Allen, Trevor McGee, and Molly Picon.

I have a brother who is afraid to go to sleep. He dreams he's working.

I listened to Jack Benny on the radio last night. He was so funny I dropped my pad and pencil.

Poverty is not a disgrace, but it's terribly inconvenient.

That's a vicious rumor! A rumor started by a few million people.

If evolution works, why do mothers only have two hands?

That's your little joke? Don't worry! We'll mop it up later.


(My Deep Throat source. Shhhh.)