It had been a while. To tell the truth, the last time I went to Hunt and Gather it was almost off-putting, because the quantity of stuff is so enormous, and some of the areas were more like stage sets, not assemblages of things people want. Perhaps it’s always been so. But the parking lot is now full of stuff, like hoarders who fill every square inch.
But there’s always interesting things. I found some matches, of course, and a jaw-dropping collection we’ll get to in a bit.
A maiden of illumination.
Old industrial might, now forgotten. Does this still exist?
Old industrial might, now forgotten. Does this still exist?
Amusing little item in the background, right? I mean, not amusing if you needed it. Odd to see it.
Didn’t check the price, since I’m not in the vintage Lard Market, but online they seem to go for $12 a throw.
Uh oh:
On July 10, 1933, respected Alton, Illinois, businessman August Luer was kidnapped from his home and held for ransom. The case became one of the most sensational of the time and eventually found infamy as one of the most botched kidnappings in Illinois history.
More on that at a later time.
A huge quantity of waxed bread wrapping paper:
Side by side, the old style and the new rustic style, which is worse:
About 200 of these:
BOLO, may be using aliases!
Tony Orlando after Witness Protection?
Downstairs in the back, this beautiful old computer.
The company that made the money the Naked Lunch guy put in his arm.
Oh
Oh my God
THREE DOLLARS EACH. Some were just two bucks.
This is an entry in itself, which is now scheduled for September. You’ll forget all about it. And then you’ll think: oh right! It’s September, and here it is, as promised.
Back off, you lower-class varlet; don’t you even look at my woman, or I’ll thrash you.
I’m pretty sure it was lemon-lime. That was the default.
Capitalizing on its popularity, this giveaway for customers - with a reminder about their old tag line.
Finally, by the cash register, a roll of this. Waxed and pristine.
A Minneapolis brand that vanished without most people realizing it. The brutally frank weight-loss campaign may have soured the popular imagination against it. The brand was sold to local investors, but legal complications have prevented its return.
We can only hope, and wait.
It’s 1913.
You can tell it’s not a daily that pipes the news of the world to the townsfolk.
“The Continuation of the Mussellshell News.”
A CITY ON THE GROW! Gratifying to report.
You hate to look it up on the map, and see there’s just a nub of a town now, all tumbleweeds and empty blocks.
We’ll see about that on Thursday.
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We’re missing something here. A reference. |
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Were there Gold Dust Twins in literature, named Jones? No, but here’s the reference; explains the “Cleaning” part.”
The Gold Dust Twins, the trademark for Fairbank's Gold Dust washing powder products, appeared in printed media as early as 1892. "Goldie" and "Dusty", the original Gold Dust Twins, were often shown doing household chores together. In general use since the early 1900s, the term has had popular use as a nickname on several occasions. The sobriquet, "Gold Dust Twins," is often used to describe two talented individuals working closely together for a common goal, especially in sports.
I’m not even going to try to look for Mr. Jones from Chicago.
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A fully-justified bit of back-patting! After all, they had the scoop on Frances Sayre. |
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Who?
Francis Bowes Sayre Sr. (April 30, 1885 – March 29, 1972) was a professor at Harvard Law School, High Commissioner of the Philippines, and a son-in-law of President Woodrow Wilson.
How did he end up with a stake in a Montana town?
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CITY NEWS
Brother Van was by! |
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Big deal for a small burg.
Quite a life.
Rev. William Wesley Van Orsdel (March 20, 1848 – December 19, 1919), or "Brother Van", was a Methodist circuit rider in Montana who made a significant contribution to the spread of Methodism in Montana and to the early development of the state's public institutions. Throughout his career, Brother Van founded churches, universities, and hospitals; he converted and ministered to homesteaders, miners, and Native Americans; he worked with the elites and the poor, the famous (C.M. Russell counted Brother Van among his friends) and the forgotten in a career that spanned nearly fifty years.
Good ol’ Dick McQuitty, who did not unfortunately found an ED company.
I found genealogical records for a James McQuitty in Harlowton, and the dates are right. Dick could be a nickname.
Looks like Dick had a building downtown.
Finally, some news of the world. Science!
If only he'd been alive during the rock era.
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I wonder if any traces are left.
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That'll do - see you around! |
