Bluestocking Journal

Real history, through the eyes of a fictional person

Tag: tobacco

Thursday, December 12, 1912

Representative S. A. Roddenberry of Georgia has introduced a House resolution to “forbid the marriage of negroes and persons of any other color.” Angered by the recent marriage of “Jack” Johnson, a negro prize fighter, to Lucille Cameron, a white girl, in Chicago, Mr. Roddenberry spewed forth much vitriol. “We see an African with much brutal force, with no moral character, with no stamina, entering the office of a legal officer in that city, and calling on him to issue—’to Jack Johnson!’—a marriage license to wed a young American woman of our own blood, our own race, our own color. The young officer is directed to issue to the brute a legal certificate permitting a white woman in these days to be bound in the wedlock of black slavery.” Black slavery! He went on and on and on, apparently, and it looks as though the papers printed most of it. “No blacker incubus ever fixed itself upon the social politics of this republic than the embryonic cancer of negro marriage to white people that has lately been in evidence,” he emitted, probably turning redder and redder. “No more voracious parasite ever sucked at the heart of pure society and moral status than the one which welcomes or recognizes everywhere the sacred ties of wedlock between Africa and America.” What a horrible man. I feel sorry for his wife.

Meanwhile, Senator Benjamin F. Shively of Indiana disdained ether and chloroform before an operation in which his toe was to be removed. Instead, while it was being cut off, he smoked a cigar. I expect he hopes to be shot on his way to a speaking engagement so that he may give a speech while a bullet is in his chest, just like Theodore Roosevelt.

The Courier-Herald consulted various Urbana residents and came to the conclusion that the temperature last night dipped below zero. The headline is “MERCURY LOSES STANDING LOCALLY,” and below that, it says, “Weather Indicator Tries to Sneak Out of Bottom of Tube.”

Sunday, December 8, 1912

“If the Twin Cities do not resemble Pittsburgh this morning, it is not the fault of the 400 sophomores who attended the soph smoker last night. All those of the class of ’15 who had ever smoked before and others who were doing their best to act as if they had; did their best with cigars, cigarets, and pipes to befog the atmosphere of the Twin Cities.” Assistant Dean Warnock was the principal speaker, a quartet provided music, and a flashlight was taken of the assembled sophomores at the end of the program.

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Wednesday, October 30, 1912

Forty different kinds of tobacco will be chewed by 125 enlisted men at the New York navy yard over the next six weeks, to decide which kind shall be bought for use in the navy. A year’s supply of tobacco for the navy is 200,000 pounds.

In Lincoln, Illinois, Aldred Whitaker spent eight years working on a perpetual motion machine while afflicted with locomotor ataxin and lying on his back. He died as he was completing the last section of his model.

Finally, the chief of police issued a proclamation this morning. “Only innocent fun will be tolerated on Thursday night, which is Hallowe’en. Any persons who are found destroying or in any way molesting property will be arrested and prosecuted,” Already several complaints have been made regarding young men hurling rocks through windows, tearing up cabbages and flower beds, and throwing bottles and other refuse against houses. “Without words of caution from the father or mother,” says the article, “the boy may well be expected to act the rowdy.”

Sunday, October 13, 1912

I have grown so weary of Every Woman’s Encyclopaedia, and in casting about for something else to report on, I found a copy of today’s Daily Illini, the university paper. Mother was about to use it to line the birdcage, but I rescued it and had a look.

Apart from a lot about how the staff of the paper desire distinctive hats, quite a lot about sports, some church information, and a “Campus Scout” column that I cannot make heads or tails of, the paper seems to be mainly advertisements. I have snipped out a few that interested me in some small fashion, and the rest of the paper is now safely inside the birdcage.

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Five-Cent Cigars

This ad appeared in the Urbana Courier-Herald on October 2, 1912.