Hobson uttered a last despairing cry!
Jules Férat, from The fur country, by Jules Verne, Boston, 1874.
From this position they were able…
Alfred Quesnay de Beaurepaire, from The fur country, by Jules Verne, Boston, 1874.
Up all night, Henrik Jauert
Viscount Bury K.C.M.G. from a photograph by the hon. A. Keppel.
from Cycling, by William Coutts Keppel Earl of Albemarle and George Lacy Hillier, London, 1889.
A zip file containing the six illustrations of the latest series can be downloaded at this link.
Here’s the line work for Hercules (1983)
Pretty great stuff from my buddy ian these days
FACEBOOK: Hi, I’m Facebook.
ME: Nice to meet you, I’m Ryan.
FACEBOOK: What’s your last name? Where do you live? When were you born? What’s your phone number? Is that work or mobile? Can I have your work number too?
ME: Facebook, I just met you.
FACEBOOK: This is what friendship is to me.
A week or so ago, I was breathlessly trying to explain to cjelli and his wife the diving horse phenomenon in my hometown in the 1880s. Still my favorite bit of weird history.
HIGH diving horses: accept no lower diving substitute.
Evening Post: August 12, 1899.
"She immediately alighted, caught hold of the astonished youth, and gave him a sound thrashing, using her fists in a scientific fashion…”
I would love to know what this means.
I think that might be code for “punched him in the balls with devastating accuracy”.
I think the sport of boxing was (is?) often referred to as a science! In the older sense of ‘something that requires expert knowledge’. So if she thrashed him in scientific fashion, it implies that she had some expert knowledge of how to punch people, possibly learned from someone with some formal training!
Façade of a grotto at Kenery.
Émile Thérond, from India, pictorial and descriptive, by William Henry Davenport Adams, London, New York, 1888.