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Her True Knight



by Joseph Keppler (1887)

her true knight (1887)


Lazy Curator™ sez: Click through and enlarge all that damn text your own damn self!

Here we see Democratic Party Elsa being romanced by “Lohengrin” Cleveland, facing off against rival “Telramund” Hill and his advisor “Ortrud” Pulitzer. Behind them is a “Mugwump” swan and banners reading “Jacksonian Bourbons,” “Heelers and Spoilsmen” and “Reform Is a Humbug and a Fraud.”

I hate to keep obsessing on this single issue, but I had to post this to prove I wasn’t going nuts in my old age and that the elder Keppler had, in fact, depicted David Bennett Hill. He has. Here’s proof. Moving on...

Now that I’ve posted this, I can’t help but marvel at how much Elsa resembles Kate Bush.
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At His Wit’s End



by L. M. Glackens (1908)

at his wit's end (1908)


Posted without comment
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President Garfield and His Cabinet



by Joseph Keppler (1881)

president garfield and his cabinet (1881)


Lazy Curator™ sez: Self-explanatory, a post to go along with the already-posted depictions of Grover Cleveland’s [first] cabinet and this rather backhanded image of Benjamin Harrison’s cabinet, which is clearly just a pretext to get another dig in at James Blaine. This image, on the other hand, is as “nice” a rendering as we’ve ever had of Blaine, or ever would. Pre-dating his controversial presidential bid probably helps in that regard.

Hey looky, William Windom served in someone else’s cabinet before Harrison! Who knew? Clearly not this dummy! And yes, Robert Todd Lincoln was indeed the son of Honest Abe. He even was considered as a presidential candidate at one point (as seen in this cartoon) but alas, ’twas not to be.
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Self-portrait from Crockett Hills, displaying my hair fresh with henna:

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Well, it’s finally over. Livejournal, I mean. I gave them fourteen years of my life, but that appears to be all in the past. Doing all my journaling here from now on, and no longer cross-posting. I’ll be deleting my LJ ere long, or at least “sensitive” posts. Don’t know if I’ll keep up with the weekly self-portraits thing. The Weekly Puck, which I just updated, is still going strong.

I have to say, I don’t feel that Dreamwidth has the community that LJ did. I mean, people do this “granting access” thing, but I can’t find a way to read their posts apart from actually clicking on their name to read all their posts at once. Am I missing something? I know that DW is not LJ, but I feel there must be something obvious I’m overlooking. Apart from that, it kind of feels like shouting into Outer Space. There’s something disappointingly lacking in communication about DW, at least that I have seen so far. Writing with no audience isn’t terribly satisfying.
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A Feeling Heart



by Carl Elder von Stur (1881)

feeling heart, a (1881)


Blotts.—“Why do you put your portrait in your window?”
Snobbs.—“Well, opposite is a young ladies’ institute, and as I am obliged to be away from my window all day, attending to business, I leave the poor things my picture to comfort ’em.”


Lazy Curator™ sez: I’m looking for just the right sarcastic response to Mr. Snobbs. I mean, look at him! (Yes, I know, that’s the joke!)
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Where Did the Shoe Pinch?



by C. J. Taylor (1891)

where did the shoe pinch (1891)


D. B. Hill.—How dare you address to me such an insulting and impertinent communication?
Henry Watterson.—“I can not help thinking that the same words might be with propriety addressed to any Democratic aspirant by the humblest Democrat in the land.”


Lazy Curator™ sez: Here we have New York governor David B. Hill, irately confronting Henry Watterson with an issue of the New York Times dated Nov. 2, 1890 bearing the headline, “Watterson’s Letter to Gov. Hill.”

Honestly, some days I think every entry (or at least every other entry) ought to be accompanied by the sentence, “Now, let the slash fiction begin!”

The search for the fabled Joseph Keppler rendering of Hill continues...
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Self-portrait from Tilden Regional Park, basking in the orange glow of my new shirt:

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Speaking of “orange,” I applied henna to my hair over the past 24 hours. This is the first time I have used it in many a year. I was hoping for something more auburn, and fearing something more Here’s Lucy. I think I got something a little between the two extremes, but it’s still a little Tangy Citrus™ for my liking. Likely, it will mellow with time.

You don’t see it in the above image. That’s pre-henna. You’ll see the results soon enough. Meanwhile, my hair is super soft and exudes that henna smell (think really, really strong black tea).

The Beard & Moustache Contest is coming up this Friday. I was hoping to get a little cheering section going for my first ever competition.
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The Age of Accommodation



by Frederick Opper (1885)

age of accomodation, the (1885)


Photographer.—“The negative is simply superb. Now—er—how many years back would you like to have it retouched?”


Lazy Curator™ sez: I like the sign on the wall: “Try Our Electric Lithographs and Look Lovely.”

Beware the Google™ Books© click-through. “Some Warm Summers,” the story on the same page (and its accompanying caricature) will make you cringe!
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Self-portrait from the Marin Headlands, between Sausalito and Tennessee Valley:

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So it’s officially official: I will be working at Mt. Tamalpais State Park this season. Met up with M___ and we did the “walkthrough” of the place where I’ll be living. I say “walkthrough” in quotes because it’s just a small RV, with barely enough room for walking. There also seems to be an issue with the water, so there’s even more of a reminder of my years at Big Basin. It’s OK, I have a few other irons in the fire right now, and am hoping that I’ll finally get a full-time position this year.

Crossed the straits over to the surplus store in Vallejo to get a new pair of uniform pants. My uniform allowance finally showed up, and I used the sunny weather today as an excuse to make the trip. Also combed the thrift stores there, wound up coming back empty handed on that front.

Did I tell you I found a CED player? The store I bought it at, surprisingly, didn’t have any discs* so I had no way of testing it. I found a disc of Semi-Tough elsewhere, but the test is still...inconclusive. The disc emerged from the player BROKEN, so whether it was the player’s fault or the disc was that way to begin with (it was in pretty sad shape!) is yet to be determined. I need to find a way to get into this thing all the way; the compartment on top (to replace the stylus) opens, but it looks like the actual lid is held on with hex bolts on the underside. I’m guessing RCA really didn’t want users trying to service these things!

*I say “surprisingly” because usually when people unload these things, they also drop off their entire video collection, which means a huge stack of CED video discs.
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Little Roosevelt!!!



The Grand Old Party Must Be Hard Up!



by Joseph Keppler (1887)

little roosevelt (1887)


The old belated party knights
Equip their hero for the fray—
Yes, they who fought for equal rights
Through all the nation’s darkest day
Their earlier steps would now retrace,
And bring the spoilsmen’s slavery back—
Their only objects pay and place—
Their champion—a jumping jack.


Lazy Curator™ sez: [shakes head] I really don’t know where to begin with this one.

Image shows a young Theodore Roosevelt being placed in a suit of armor. Allow me to identify the rest LOC-style: William Evarts, John Sherman, “Hiscock,” “an unidentified man,” Stephen Elkins, “Porter,” Henry Cabot Lodge, “N. Davis,” Stephen Dorsey and James Blaine (bearing “Credit Mobilier,” “Mulligan Letters” and “Little Rock” plumes, see: “The Plumed Knight”). By “LOC-style” I mean, “Don’t know the full name? Put it in quotes! Can’t identify the personage? Put ‘an unidentified man’ down as a placeholder and forget about it!”

I feel so dirty!

Also, three exclamation points? Really, Mr. Keppler?
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Self-portrait from the bayshore near Rodeo:

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So it’s confirmed. I start up working again at Mt. Tamalpais State Park...soon. I talked with M___ on Friday over the phone and we’ll be doing a little walkthrough of the park and a visit to the trailer where I’ll be living on Wednesday. More info as it develops.

Also confirmed: my ticket for the Moustache & Beard Contest in Sacramento in April. I’ll be competing for the first time ever! Wish me luck!
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The Fashionable Smuggler



by Eugene Zimmerman (1883)

fashionable smuggler, the (1883)


  • The custom-house officer asked him to wait a minute

  • And he waited.


  • Lazy Curator™ sez: Not a lot to say about this particular entry. Pretty cut-and-dry. However, I have gone on a long audit of past entries and underwent a much-needed update to the tags. I haven’t been completely thorough and haven’t tagged every last personage who ever appeared in one of these. I’ll let my reader base decide the demand; there aren’t any Samuel Tilden or Thomas Bayard tags yet, but if I get requests for such (or similar) I’ll go ahead and add them.

    Also, I went on an exhaustive update (annotation-wise) of this classic entry. Enjoy!
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    Self-portrait from the innovatively-named Coffee Shop in Lafayette. I swear to you, I do things other than drink coffee!

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    Took advantage of the sunny weather and went hiking out to Briones on Sunday. I was down at the Lafayette Ridge entrance. It was popular in spite of the heavy storm damage to the trail. I found that if I’d just gone and taken the gravel service road I could have avoided all the landslides and junk. Duh!

    Cutting this short, but I have an interesting announcement regarding the Weekly Puck which will come up later this week. Watch out for it!
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    Fire Protection Wanted



    by Udo J. Keppler (1901)

    fire protection wanted (1901)


    The Democratic Phoenix: If they'd just keep that Bryan boy from playing around me with matches I wouldn't have to do this stunt every four years.


    The LOC says:

    Illustration shows the Democratic Party platform in flames with a donkey labeled "Democratic Party" rising from the flames as the mythological phoenix; eleven Democratic Party members have gathered around the fire to supplicate the supernatural being.


    Lazy Curator™ sez: The deeper I dive into the Puck rabbit hole, the more I realize that some of my early perceptions were wrong. By the turn of the century, Udo Keppler was coming into his own, earning a style distinct from his father’s. It’s helpful to compare his illustrating style by looking at figures both men have depicted, such as David B. Hill (foreground left) and Henry Watterson (far right).

    “Bryan” is a reference to perpetual Democratic presidential candidate and “free silver” advocate William Jennings Bryan (not pictured).

    EDIT: You know, I might just be wrong about the elder Keppler depicting Hill. At least a recent audit hasn’t turned up anything in the Weekly Puck archive. If he did do him (get your minds out of the gutter), I haven’t come across it yet. Oh well, at least it gave me a chance to update the tags of past entries. More on that next time...

    Body Party

    Mar. 7th, 2017 06:28 pm
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    Self-portrait from Sacramento’s Tupelo Coffeehouse:

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    Since me moving to the Sacramento area looks to be a distinct future possibility, I’m still on the lookout for that indie coffeehouse I’ll fall in love with. And...Old Soul @ 40 Acres is still the winner for me, despite being in a rather sketchy neighborhood. Tupelo is in a much nicer area, but I’m not sold on it despite the Yelp raves. The coffee’s fine, but the “plenty of seating and outlets” I found rather wanting. Of course, showing up on “rush hour” on Saturday at a place right next to the College probably didn’t help, but the seating is a little more “communal” than I generally like. I guess it’s a generational thing, younger people don’t seem to mind sitting at tables next to a bunch of strangers.

    Also: I was in town for a reason other than the job search; it was [personal profile] 2ndbanana’s [observed] birthday, so we had a big pizza and sundae party at his house. A delightful bear-y attendance; an extremely cute guy gave me a hug and complimented me on how “warm” I was. I thanked him, then began to worry if I was running a fever! Obviously not, considering I feel just fine!

    Something new happened to me on Sunday: it was the first time I got hailed on when it was raining! Fortunately, I had the foresight to bring my hooded jacket, which did a fine job of protecting me from hailstones. I’m lucky to be in California, where we don’t get the proverbial “golf-ball-sized hail.” Tends to be about the size of rice grains whenever we get it. In any case, I lived. It was over at the Hillside Nature Area, and I concluded my hike with a visit to the El Cerrito Recycling Center’s Exchange Zone. Picked up some USB cables (mini/micro); not as glamourous as a Tascam dual tape deck, but better than nothing at all.
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    The Cantankerous College Youth



    by Frederick Burr Opper (1882)

    cantankerous college youth, the (1882)


    The Way It Is Now—“Look out! here come the students!”
    The Way It Ought to Be—The towns people to the front, or rather to the rear.


    Lazy Curator™ sez: Here’s as good a place as any to post this:

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    Self-portrait from Pinole’s East Bay Coffee, holding 12 ounces of the Elixir of Life:

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    This has been a strange week. The whole interview thing was odd. It’s for a place I don’t even remember sending an application for, there was a mix-up with the scheduling, and it’s at the State Parks office near McClellan Field. That said, I have a better feeling about this interview compared to the others I’ve had. We’ll see. If not, I understand that they’re having another test coming up soon, so I have that to fall back on if this doesn’t come through.

    In the meantime, I should call M___ and/or R_______ to see where I stand regarding working seasonally again. It’s looking like Mt. Tamalpais and not China Camp this year. Which is going to require some adjustment, but it looks fine for the present.

    Didn’t get as much hiking done as I wanted to this week. The unsettled weather kind of threw a wet blanket on my plans.
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    Wagner’s Zukunfts Music



    by Joseph Keppler (1877)

    wagner's zukunfts musik (1877)


    Lazy Curator™ sez: On display, we see the Catophone, the Wire-Rake-Oloide, the Tin-Panium, the Sic-Em-Jackionette and the Porko Melodeon.

    That last one is making me think of the Porkerina* from Mystery Science Theater 3000 and most of them make me think of the Mouse Organ from Monty Python’s Flying Circus.

    In reality, Keppler was just ahead of his time in his prognostication of “anything can be a source of musical sound” philosophy of 20th Century experimental music.

    Now where did I put that video of John Cage playing a cactus? Oh wait, here it is!

    As a bonus: Frank Zappa plays a bicycle!

    *The sound Joel Hodgson was referring to was actually produced by a bass harmonica.
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    Self-portrait from Kaleidoscope Café in Point Richmond:

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    I caught a bit of a cold this past week, so have been feeling a little under the weather. On the plus side, [personal profile] albadger took me out for Chinese food (including some much-needed hot & sour soup), then I got him caught up on Steven Universe.

    Annoying non-illness thing that happened this week: I thought my Nexus 5 had bricked. It got stuck in a kind of loop trying to power up but would keep resetting itself. I found that the solution was just to hammer on the power button over and over until it rebooted properly. Nice to know there’s a cure, just hoping I don’t have to do it again. The half-hour of using the Optimus L9 was virtually torture.
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    Untitled (Valentines for 1891)



    by Frederick Opper (1891)

    valentines 1891


    Lazy Curator™ sez: Opper was only lavishing us with a mere four Valentines this year. I’m guessing his disaffection with Puck was beginning to show, and he had one foot out the door.

    What we have here: William McKinley as “A Hayseed Hasbeen,” John James Ingalls as “An Unheeded Shrew,” William M. Evarts as “A Back-Number” and David Hill as “An Ambitious Boy.”

    As usual, my title precludes me from transcribing any more text than that. Deal with it!

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