tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35452745595878344472024-03-13T12:15:03.759-07:00The Bancroft Survey ProjectTBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-2697306628596773622010-06-22T12:35:00.000-07:002010-07-20T16:09:46.868-07:00Bathing Suit Season in the 1900s!<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Summer Solstice is upon us, and even amidst the Bay Area's summer fog the temperatures are rising. Bathing suit season is finally here in all its balmy glory.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Fancy a trip to the beach? Well just pull on your wool suit, cape and swimming boots- and don't forget your knee socks and hat- and meet me down by the seashore for some frolicking in the waves.</div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">One day far too many months ago to be to my credit I surveyed the records of the Gantner and Mattern Company, a New York based clothing manufacturer with a large outpost in San Francisco. Featured prominently among the volumes of the collection are several swimsuit catalogs ranging from as early as 1900 to the mid-1950s. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There were far too many amusing and bewitching examples of yesterday's swim fashions to choose from, but I did manage to scan just a few images for the fashion-minded viewer's pleasure- I even chose some examples from the men's catalog. Those <i>Project Runway</i> designers might just get some ideas from this one!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Also from 1906- full swim dresses. Note the tights and lace-up shoes.</span></i><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">I like this last example, another mailing card from 1906, because she's laughing. </span></i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Whenever I trying on a new bathing suit, I always laugh too. </span></i></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">See: BANC MSS C-A 399 Gantner and Mattern Co., San Francisco records, ca. 1901-1957. </span><br />
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</div>TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-32572759571030992242010-05-14T09:28:00.000-07:002010-05-14T09:37:00.502-07:00Eidu Maru shipwreck drawingsAccording to the tale told in this account, the Japanese ship <i>Eidu Maru</i> set sail from Japan in 1841 with a crew of 13 and a cargo of sake, sugar, salt, incense sticks, flax, and other goods. Soon after leaving port it was caught in a series of storms that damaged it and drove it East, until the crew lost sight of land. With no sails, the ship drifted in the currents for 4-5 months until the crew spotted "2 white mountains" that turned out to be the sails of a Spanish ship off the coast of Baja California. The Japanese sailors and remaining cargo were brought aboard the other ship which then unloaded them near Cape San Lucas, following which, they traveled overland to San José del Cabo. A few years later, crew member Hyozen Togen Takichi wrote this account of the abandoning of the ship and the experiences of the crew in Mexico, illustrating the manuscript with beautiful watercolors showing the rescue, the landscape, and scenes of Mexican life. <br />
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Hyozen Togen Takichi was a 48 year old crew member from Shimabara, Hizen Province [Nagasaki Prefecture]. His representations of Baja California's landscape and people in a traditional Japanese 19th century style of drawing are remarkable and the detailed descriptions of life in mid ninteenth century Mexico and how it compared to Japan are often funny, and always engaging. Although the original manuscript is in Japanese, it is accompanied by an English transcription which is definitely worth a read!<br />
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This first image is a detail showing the <i>Eidu Maru<i> </i></i>crew unloading their cargo into the dinghy belonging to the larger Spanish ship, the prow of which can be seen in the upper right-hand corner.<br />
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Here, a man, possibly a crew member, addresses a group of men and women wearing traditional Mexican garb. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My post today is more casual and off-the-cuff than usual. Simply put, I was having one of those survey days where everything is more complicated than it seems like it should be. Certain oversized folders weren't quite where I expected them to be, mischievous elves had misnumbered or mislabeled other items, and my catalog records were starting to swim together. When would this enormous survey project EVER end?? Would things EVER be clear cut and straightforward again? Argh!</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then I came upon a French illustrated genealogy from 1635. Its thick, strong cloth paper, careful hand-written script and intricate, pigment-dyed paintings of family coats of arms (or crests) all attest to its 375 long years of existence. Most of these items are found in the rare books collection, but this one is part of manuscripts and thus on my list to survey today. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I am not of French extraction, nor do I have any other particular connection to this item (although it would be terrific if my family history book was this ornate), I was just happy to see it today. Not only is it exceptionally old (especially for a repository located in California, which only became a state in 1850), it is colorful. A true relic of another time and place. Enjoy! </span><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">(All images are photos of <i>Banc MSS 71/166: Pierre d' Hozier genealogie de L'Illustre Maison Des Ursins, Paris, 1635</i>) </div><br />
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The mug shots from some of these collections are pretty intriguing and, at least on the surface, they appear to reflect the personalities of their subjects. There are also records of prison inmates, descriptions of criminals in custody and at large, and criminal culture, such as the "Alphabet of Thief Slang" index below.<br />
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Above is a page from Prison Record Book for San Quentin and Folsom prisons, 1904-1911 (BANC MSS 89/44). One volume of this collection contains prisoners' pictures, while the other has their records and descriptions of their crimes. More from this collection below:<br />
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(Can you profile a criminal based on the shape and style of his- or her- hat?! Hmm, let's see, we've got bowlers, pork pies, and even a floral ladies hat. With all these fashion choices it's impossible to tell the bank robbers from the cold-blooded assassins!)<br />
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A particularly interesting piece of prison history also exists in the Bancroft's manuscript collections in the form of a scrapbook of various criminals, composed by the Sheriff's Office of Woodland, in Yolo County, California. Titled the Edward F. Boyle Mug Book, 1875-1899 [BANC MSS 91/26], it contains some very rich descriptions. I particularly like the "Bad Egg" page. Transcriptions are included:<br />
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Robert May<br />
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Robt. Sullivan<br />
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Bad Egg<br />
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American 20 years of age- 5 feet 9 1/4 inches in stockings- <br />
dark complexion- [blear?] skin- no whiskers- small black eyes- black hair- small mouth. [R.S.M.] and the American Flag in Indian Ink on left arm.<br />
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John Thompson<br />
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Old Man Winnie<br />
Burglar<br />
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American 44 years of age- 5 feet 2 1/2 inches high- light complexion- blue eyes- hair turning gray bald head- Rum Nose- face covered with Rum Blotches. Served 1 term of 4 years in San Quentin.<br />
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Index of Thief Slang: [note that the columns switch]<br />
Burn a House = Glim a Crib<br />
Pistol = Pop<br />
Tumbled or Dropped = Got Suspicious<br />
Jimmy = a Chisel for Prying<br />
Hand Cuffs = [Darbies]<br />
Pete = Lock <br />
Breaking a Lock = Make Pete Laugh <br />
Crabs = Shoes or Mockisins (sic)<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">--- D. Miller </div>TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-89955827841926555812010-03-11T12:30:00.000-08:002010-03-11T12:32:38.167-08:00Conservation challengesIt can be hard to care for scrapbooks since they often have brittle acidic pages and many items glued to them. But when you starting adding objects like <i>cigarettes</i> and <i>berries</i>, it ups the ante a little!<br />
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The berries in the scrapbook below were decorations on a Christmas tree - too bad they didn't just take a photo...<br />
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Scrapbooks from the Pringle Family Papers, Banc mss 72/203<br />
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I came across the following silly label on box 3 of a collection of documents relating to missions in New Mexico, circa 1605-1720 (<i>BANC MSS M-A 4:1</i>). While the box itself was labeled as a box, the library MARC record described all the containers as cartons; apparently this discrepancy didn't sit well with the label's creator.<br />
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This next label defies description. It is located on box 1 of a collection of documents reflecting relations of Indians and Spaniards over tribute, wool mills, treatment of the natives, and government regulations, 1544-1608 (<i>BANC MSS M-A 7</i>). What any of those subjects could have to do with bologna sandwiches or chocolate cake is beyond my ability to figure out. The incongruity kills me.<br />
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<i>--E. Van Lith</i>TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-41990819710482230582010-01-07T16:42:00.000-08:002010-05-14T09:43:51.253-07:00Redwood Reforestation in Lumber's Halcyon DaysPossibly my favorite part of this job, surveying The Bancroft's myriad manuscript collections, is how one is continually immersed in different people's stories, different realities, and so many of California's many different incarnations. In the late part of the 19th and the first half of the 20th centuries, one important part of California's economy and story was lumber, especially redwood, and many of Bancroft's collections from the period relate directly to the lumber industry, among them, records from some of California's largest lumber companies, including Union Lumber, Pacific Lumber, and the Redwood Manufacturers Company (RMC). While surveying this last collection (<span style="font-style: italic;">BANC MSS C-G 202</span>) I came across a binder of redwood advertising materials from the 1930s that took me right back to lumber's heyday when the industry's biggest problem was probably not being able to cut the trees down fast enough.<br />
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In between, the item details what are most likely some of the lumber industry's earliest reforestation efforts in California and includes several photographs, including the following (enlarge the photographs to read the captions).<br />
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Unfortunately for both the lumber industry and perhaps most importantly California's stands of redwoods, consumption did not stay at circa 1930 levels and redwood takes a long, long time, longer than 60 years, to fully mature and begin to replace the forest that has been lost.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">--E. Van Lith</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-89743019084211904192010-01-06T16:33:00.000-08:002010-05-14T09:33:07.417-07:00Poetry about a physist - who knew?While surveying the other day, I came across a ballad someone wrote about the physicist Ernest Orlando Lawrence. Lawrence won the Nobel Prize in physics in 1939 for his cyclotron, a machine which accelerates charged nuclear particles. These quickly moving particles were used to bombard atoms of various elements, disintegrating the atoms and sometimes forming completely new elements. Because of this, his cyclotron was also called the "atom smasher".<br />
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Lawrence’s work was very influential, but I was still a little surprised to come across a poem about him in one of his scrapbooks. It is called “The Ballad of the Cyclotron” and was written by Walter Weeks.<br />
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"The Ballad of the Cyclotron"<br />
By Walter Weeks<br />
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There was a young professor in a college by the bay<br />
Who believed that atoms could be smashed in some ingenious way<br />
If he could make electrons go at twenty miles an hour<br />
He thought there would be volts enough to give him ample power.<br />
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And so he took some auto springs and magnetized them well<br />
And then he took some copper screen just why I cannot tell<br />
And then he took a radio and a worn out rubber tire<br />
And he tied them all together with a piece of baling wire.<br />
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The electrons came from the radio and started round the track<br />
And every time they came around it kicked them in the back<br />
When at the bung hole they arrived they'd had so many jolts<br />
That their speed was the equivalent of a hundred million volts.<br />
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And thus evolved the cyclotron of which you all have heard<br />
And of its wonders in a day I could not tell a third<br />
This statement broad is heard today in every lecture hall<br />
If it can't be done with a cyclotron it shouldn't be done at all.<br />
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The Prexy came around to see the gadget put to test<br />
Of course the young professor wished to show it at its best<br />
You may fire the thing when ready, boy, the eager Prexy cried<br />
So Lawrence pushed the switches in and quickly stepped aside.<br />
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He aimed it at the window pane and knocked out all the glass<br />
He swung it round the campus and it burnt up all the grass<br />
He fired it at some students and it knocked them off their feet<br />
Then he bombed the campanile and he moved it down the street.<br />
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And then he bombed some common lead and turned it into gold<br />
The Prexy jumped around with joy and loudly shouted, hold,<br />
I am convinced the thing is good, no more I'll have to go<br />
To the solons up in Sacrement to beg them for some dough.<br />
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A Swedish scientist, Nobel, a man both great and kind<br />
Left some prizes to bestow on any master mind<br />
So forty thousand dollars and a big diploma too<br />
They gave to Ernest Lawrence and with that my friends I'm through.<br />
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Here are some images of Lawrence with the cyclotron.<br />
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Perhaps poetry is used by physicists more often then you would think. Lawrence and his friend Rowan also wrote an ode to their friend Alfred on his 70th birthday.<br />
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Ernest Orlando Lawrence was born in 1901 in Canton, South Dakota. He received his B.A. in Chemistry from the University of South Dakota (1922), his M.A. from the University of Minnesota (1923) and his Ph.D. from Yale (1925). Lawrence came to UC Berkeley in 1928 as Associate professor of Physics and became a full professor at age 30 – at that time the youngest professor at the University. Lawrence founded the Radiation Laboratory at UC Berkeley in 1936 and was its director until his death in 1958.<br />
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If you are interested in other Nobel prize winners from UC Berkeley be sure to stop by and see “California Gold: The Nobel Tradition at UC Berkeley” in the exhibit case in the reading room!<br />
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Sanders, a Beat poet, member of the band The Fugs and owner of Peace Eye Bookshop, founded <span style="font-style: italic;">Fuck You</span> and published 13 issues between 1962-1965. According to the Verdant Press website, the magazine "was considered one of the most influential underground magazines of the early Sixties." The mimeographed journal featured poetry and included a veritable who's who of 1960s poets, artists and writers, including Andy Warhol, Charles Olson, Allen Ginsburg, Philip Whalen, Ted Berrigan, Frank O'Hara, Robert Creeley, Robert Duncan, Gary Snyder, Gregory Corso, William Burroughs, Diane DiPrima and Leroi Jones.<br />
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<pre><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 12;">(See </span><a href="http://www.verdantpress.com/fuckyou.html">http://www.verdantpress.com/fuckyou.html</a><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 12;"> for more information)
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</style>TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-13876658714795939222010-01-05T17:09:00.000-08:002010-01-14T11:57:01.098-08:00Berkeley in the Seventies<o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:ZH-CN;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">The Sexual Freedom League (SFL) was founded in <st1:city><st1:place>New York City</st1:place></st1:city></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> in 1963 in order to promote the political ideals of sexual freedom. It became associated with the Bay Area when <st1:place>Jefferson</st1:place></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <st1:country-region><st1:place>Poland</st1:place></st1:country-region></span><span style="font-size:100%;">, one of its founders, moved here and concentrated his organizing efforts at the <st1:place><st1:placetype>University</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename>California</st1:placename></st1:place></span><span style="font-size:100%;">, <st1:city><st1:place>Berkeley</st1:place></st1:city></span><span style="font-size:100%;">. <st1:country-region><st1:place>Poland</st1:place></st1:country-region></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> founded the <st1:place><st1:placename>Psychedelic</st1:placename> <st1:placename>Venus</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>Church</st1:placetype></st1:place></span><span style="font-size:100%;">, an offshoot of the League, circa 1970. As a catalog entry from the Sexual Freedom League Collection at the Kinsey Institute at Indiana University points out, these records are of interest to scholars researching sexual attitudes (and sexual politics) in the U.S. in the 1960s and 1970s.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S091joZvzAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/iNXhiFvgojQ/s1600-h/Psych_Venus_Church_Berk_NEW.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S091joZvzAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/iNXhiFvgojQ/s320/Psych_Venus_Church_Berk_NEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426685331006016514" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S092xAkIU2I/AAAAAAAAAv4/c1PF4g8nqF4/s1600-h/Psychedelic_Venus_Church_5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S092xAkIU2I/AAAAAAAAAv4/c1PF4g8nqF4/s320/Psychedelic_Venus_Church_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426686660341945186" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S0PkmFmkfxI/AAAAAAAAAq4/0LJp2jdCqXQ/s1600-h/Psychedelic_Venus_Church_4.jpg"><br /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S0Pk2fpkL-I/AAAAAAAAArA/y5um-8RGWYI/s1600-h/Psych_Venus_Church_Berk_NEW.jpg"><br /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S0Pjc4HTmzI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ASl7yoEhDCk/s1600-h/Psychedelic_Venus_Church_5.jpg"><br /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">These flyers from the Psychedelic Venus Church are invitations to events the group held in Berkeley. (Sexual Freedom League Records, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">BANC MSS 83/181)</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;">--- M. Bryer<br /></div></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-22331807485533262852010-01-05T15:31:00.001-08:002010-01-07T11:54:44.487-08:00Miss Rural ElectrificationJan Brown, a student at Angelo State College in Texas, was named "Miss Rural Electrification of 1966" at the National Rural Electric Cooperative Association's (NRECA) annual meeting in Las Vegas. Brown represented the Central Texas Electrical Co-Op <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --></style>at Fredericksburg. The cover story noted that she "proved that beauty and brains go admirably together." If we view pageants not merely as trivial or exploitative, but as civic rituals that produce political subjects, then we can see Brown as the feminine embodiment of the values of the co-op she represented.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S0Y74iDxHhI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5M3FzUaFkvA/s1600-h/Rural+Electrification_NEW.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S0Y74iDxHhI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5M3FzUaFkvA/s320/Rural+Electrification_NEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424088643615661586" border="0" /></a>According to its website, NRECA was organized in 1942 to overcome shortages of electric construction materials during WWII, get insurance for newly constructed rural electrical cooperatives and "mitigate wholesale power problems." "Rural Electrification: Non-Partisan, Non-Profit, One-Cent Electricity for Rural America," was the Association's monthly publication. Today, NRECA represents "the national interests of cooperative electric utilities and the consumers they serve." They still publish "Rural Electric Magazine" on a monthly basis.<br /><br />We found this issue in the Grace McDonald papers (BANC MSS 85/139). McDonald, a consumer advocate, helped form the California Farm Research and Legislative Committee and was Executive Secretary of the California Farmer Consumer Information Committee. In addition to lobbying on behalf of farm laborers, McDonald also worked on occupational health and safety issues. Her 1951 novel, "Swing Shift," written under the pseudonym Margaret Graham, told the story of organized and unorganized railroad men, miners and tobacco workers.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">--- M. Bryer<br /></div>TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-58729959305184403002010-01-04T09:49:00.000-08:002010-01-19T08:58:36.755-08:00African American Ephemera<o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]-->James de Tarr Abajian (1914-1986) was librarian of the California Historical Society from 1950-1968. He also served as curator of the Kemble Collections on Western Printing (until 1977) and as archivist for the San Francisco Archdiocese of the Catholic Church (until he retired in 1983). Abajian compiled many significant bibliographic resources on African Americans in the United States. These included <span style="font-style: italic;">Blacks in Selected Newspapers, Censuses and Other Sources: An Index to Names and Subjects</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Blacks and Their Contributions to the American West</span>.<br /><br />Abajian also collected ephemera that documented the lives of African Americans. The following images were culled from his collection of Black ephemera (BANC MSS 82/77). These flyers and pamphlets offer a window into a wide variety of social, political, economic and religous activities in African American communities throughout California, circa 1968-1969.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">--- M. 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Several months ago I was surveying the Paul Seabury papers, Banc MSS 91/115, currently an unprocessed collection. I came across something unique among the papers in the collection and extraordinary in itself. Although I am still not quite sure it was authored by Seabury, a few clues do point in that direction.<br />
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"And the Shrimps Eat Mud" is a sort of primitive graphic novel, like a picture book for adults, mostly revolving around themes of power inequity and war. It tells the story of a mythical Charles Darwin, fretting over the ways that powerful men oppress their less powerful fellows, and how the oppressed are often forced into war.<br />
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It is dozens of pages long, and I found the cartoon drawings very touching, especially in the way the faces of downtrodden or underdog characters are portrayed on many pages.<br />
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In the story, eventually the downtrodden peasants revolt and refuse to engage in the rich men's war, and Darwin is no longer plagued by sleepless nights.<br />
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The estimated dates for "And the Shrimps Eat Mud" are not consistent with the bulk of the collection-- the paper it's drawn on, the style of drawing, and the outfits of the military figures all suggest the cartoon was created after the first World War but before the second. Yet Seabury was born in 1923, too late to experience the effects of World War I firsthand, and he as far as I can tell he did not come to teach at Cal until the 1950s (I think)-- and the bulk of his papers date from the 1950s-1980s.<br />
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However, <a href="http://content.cdlib.org/view?docId=hb7c6007sj&doc.view=frames&chunk.id=div00057&toc.depth=1&toc.id=&brand=calisphere">Seabury's calisphere entry</a> notes that while he was often labeled a reactionary, he was also a harsh critic of the powerful whether in politics or religion, which is the central point of "And the Shrimps Eat Mud." He is also characterized as whimsical, which the cartoon definitely is.<br />
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Whomever the author, this piece has captivated my attention. It is one of those rare gems in the archives with the immediacy to connect us to the humanity beyond the stacks. Items like this one make every day of the survey worth its weight in gold.<br />
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Happy Holidays everyone!<br />
- D. Miller, 12/21/2009TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-55134417355177822612009-10-30T16:41:00.000-07:002009-10-30T16:49:25.041-07:00Motto: Be MerrySurveying account books and ledgers is never very exciting. However today when I was surveying the Mokelumne Hill Canal and Mining Company account books I was surprised to come across some drawings!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sut6R2zSQjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ZerxYVj1hTE/s1600-h/CG_280+%288%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sut6R2zSQjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ZerxYVj1hTE/s320/CG_280+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398543025520656946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sut6Ro5KojI/AAAAAAAAAjo/gWRN6X2GurU/s1600-h/CG_280+%287%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sut6Ro5KojI/AAAAAAAAAjo/gWRN6X2GurU/s320/CG_280+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398543021787226674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I can only guess that these were done by a child of someone who worked at the mining company or who kept these books before they were acquired by the Bancroft.<br /><br />Later on in the volume there are some rules and a list of officers for a club.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sut6os96brI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-A7KuG2Hzo4/s1600-h/CG_280+%284%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sut6os96brI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-A7KuG2Hzo4/s320/CG_280+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398543418017869490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sut6oVUxUFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TQB5BFo97Dc/s1600-h/CG_280+%283%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sut6oVUxUFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TQB5BFo97Dc/s320/CG_280+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398543411671289938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The rules read:<br />Come to every meeting you can.<br />Don't be silly.<br />Obey orders.<br />Keep the Promise.<br /><br />Promise?<br /><br />Motto: Be Merry<br /><br />Now depending on what the promise is (they were smart enough not to write it down) this sounds like a fun club to be a part of!<br /><br /><br />Banc mss C-G 280, Mokelumne Hill Canal and Mining Company account books, 1854-1907 <br /><br />-A. CroftTBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-1535504216212252982009-09-24T16:43:00.000-07:002009-09-24T16:50:02.815-07:00History, now playing on an ipod near youWhile surveying part of the Charles Collins Teague Papers today, I opened a box marked St. Francis Dam Disaster. I had never heard of the disaster in an historical or scholarly context before, but I did know the story through a pop culture reference- a 2001 song of the same name by Frank Black and the Catholics (penned by Frank Black of Pixies fame).
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<br /></span></div></blockquote>The St. Francis Dam Disaster occurred a few minutes before midnight on March 12, 1928, when a concrete dam located 40 miles northwest of Los Angeles broke violently apart and the resulting tidal waves of water rushing to the ocean ruined towns and took hundreds of lives. Charles Teague was deeply involved with the development of agriculture in Southern California, and served as president for various companies and associations connected with the citrus industry. At the time of the St. Francis Dam Failure, Teague was Chief of the Santa Clara Water Conservation District, where the disaster took place.
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Srv7EIygWzI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/PVduZN_Y73k/s1600-h/stfrancis_damage1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Srv7EIygWzI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/PVduZN_Y73k/s320/stfrancis_damage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385173827948927794" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style=";font-family:courier new;" ><blockquote>View looking North on South 4<sup>th</sup> St. Santa Paula, California</blockquote></span></span></div>According to Wikipedia, the St. Francis Dam flood killed 600 people and ranks among the worst civil engineering disasters in American history, effectively ending the career of its chief engineer, William Mulholland.
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Srv-ZmYE_hI/AAAAAAAAAjg/woJIGetWw8c/s1600-h/StFrancisDam_victim_count.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Srv-ZmYE_hI/AAAAAAAAAjg/woJIGetWw8c/s320/StFrancisDam_victim_count.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385177495203282450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">This document from the Teague papers estimates the death toll at 385 (penciled in at bottom) rather than 600.</span></span></blockquote></div>
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<br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >There was a well known water master man<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >He was the king<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >He could do anything</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >The Saint Francis Dam disaster man<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Thought she was all right<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Until around </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><st1:placetype><span style="font-family:Arial;">midnight</span></st1:placetype></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><st1:placetype></st1:placetype></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Because that water seeks her own<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >She had a desire to flow<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >She was looking for somewhere to go<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >She was a slave to the great metropolis<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >She was feeling choked<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >She pushed the wall till it broke<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >When they heard<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >The great apocalypse<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >At power house number two<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Well there was nothing they could do<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Because that water seeks her own<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Five and one half hours she would flow<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >She had fifty-three miles to go<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >A cascade down to </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><st1:placetype><span style="font-family:Arial;">Santa Clara</span></st1:placetype></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" > way<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Near sixty feet high<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Now she's a mile wide<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >It was clear she was going far away<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >And whole towns were too<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >A few got lucky in Piru<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Because that water seeks her own<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >But four more hours she would flow<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >She had twenty-nine miles to go<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >She carried in her every kind of thing<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >House, trees, and telegraph pole<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Some say a thousand souls<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >At </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><st1:placetype><span style="font-family:Arial;">three A.M.</span></st1:placetype></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" > she gave </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><st1:placetype><span style="font-family:Arial;">Santa Paula</span></st1:placetype></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" > a ring<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >She was still twenty-five feet high<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Under a peaceful sky<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Because that water seeks her own<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >But two more hours she would flow<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >She had nineteen miles more to go<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >It was a real bad night in little Saticoy<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >El Rio then Montalvo<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >How many no one really knows<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><st1:placetype><st1:placetype><span style="font-family:Arial;">Ventura</span></st1:placetype><span style="font-family:Arial;"> </span><st1:placetype><span style="font-family:Arial;">Beach</span></st1:placetype></st1:placetype></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" > was very scary boy<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Humanity a pile<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >She went her final mile<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Because that water seeks her own<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Into the sea the water flowed<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >And now for forever she would go<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:78%;">
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<br />In an interview for Blogcritics, Black quipped that he had the song for a number of years before putting lyrics to it at the urging of his bandmates, "It was a grey and windy day... lyrics are, you know, about stuff. " Black may in fact have had a grudge against Mulholland. He also penned a song in 1994 called <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cbanctech%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:applybreakingrules/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:usefelayout/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:SimSun; panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; mso-font-alt:ËÎÌå; mso-font-charset:134; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face {font-family:"\@SimSun"; panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; mso-font-charset:134; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cbanctech%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:applybreakingrules/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:usefelayout/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:SimSun; panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; mso-font-alt:ËÎÌå; mso-font-charset:134; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face {font-family:"\@SimSun"; panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; mso-font-charset:134; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" >Olé Mulholland</span>. I may find myself perusing my Frank Black CD collection tonight when I get home to look for more historical commentary.
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<br />Charles Collins Teague papers, BANC MSS C-B 760, Box 4.
<br />See also <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Francis_Dam">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Francis_Dam</a> and <a href="http://www.frankblack.net/tabs/">http://www.frankblack.net/tabs/</a>
<br />and <a href="http://blogcritics.org/music/article/the-blogcritics-frank-black-interview-is/">http://blogcritics.org/music/article/the-blogcritics-frank-black-interview-is/</a>
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<br />---D. MillerTBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-27683674280804346392009-07-30T14:38:00.000-07:002010-03-05T09:24:26.214-08:00Label HumorSome creative container labeling has happened at The Bancroft, as these three labels from the 1960s and 1970s clearly show. But before we go further, let me dispel any worries about labeling standards at Bancroft by saying that all the containers had appropriate labels as well. Whew!<br />
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The first two labels come from the Edmund G. "Pat" Brown papers (<span style="font-style: italic;">BANC MSS 68/90 c</span>), a 1,029 carton behemoth of a collection of the papers of Pat Brown who served as Governor of California from 1959 to 1967. Despite the interesting material and the importance of the collection, while we were surveying the collection I sometimes felt we would never see the end and I imagine the archivist tasked with creating all the carton labels felt the same way, possibly typing these two labels to alleviate the monotony.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SnIUc3Xfr2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/xyPKT0ozlCs/s1600-h/Label_MoreDeadBills.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364372592283070306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SnIUc3Xfr2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/xyPKT0ozlCs/s320/Label_MoreDeadBills.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 265px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SnIg_4sohlI/AAAAAAAAAjI/LIgnieFvx1Y/s1600-h/Label_TugOfWar.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364386388075120210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SnIg_4sohlI/AAAAAAAAAjI/LIgnieFvx1Y/s320/Label_TugOfWar.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 135px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 265px;" /></a>The first label is funny on its own, but makes more sense when you realize that there are nearly 100 cartons of Senate and Assembly bills in the Brown collection. After 80 or 90 cartons of legislative bills, wouldn't you want them to rest in peace too?<br />
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I can't remember exactly where the second label was found so it will just have to speak for itself.<br />
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And now the best for last. This third label was found stuck on a carton in the Papers on European and American printers (<span style="font-style: italic;">BANC MSS 74/150 c</span>). I'm not sure if the person typing the label was commenting on their feelings about the subject matter of the collection or possibly aspects of the archival profession, but I'm sure all archivists can relate.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">--E. Van Lith<br />
</span>TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-7878269455799499292009-06-25T12:10:00.000-07:002009-06-26T12:29:17.779-07:00Kaiser: Beauty in Business, part 1Many Californians will recognize the name Kaiser (or Kaiser-Permanente) and associate it with the health care industry giant it has become. But historically the Kaiser empire, started in 1912 by Henry J. Kaiser, was into much more than hospitals, and included a road-paving business, large-scale construction projects, shipbuilding and shipyard operation, Kaiser-Frazer automobile plants, steel mills, aluminum, chemical and cement companies, low-income housing projects, and real estate development in Hawaii.<br /><br />Over the past couple months, Marjorie and I have surveyed two large collections under the Kaiser name: the papers of Henry J. Kaiser (Banc MSS 83/42; 329 cartons, 194 volumes), and those of his son Edgar F. Kaiser (Banc MSS 85/61; 500 cartons and 32 volumes).<br /><br />While I tend to consider many corporate records less than thrilling, there were some surprisingly colorful finds inside these collections, if one looked deep enough.<br /><br />The following images are from the Edgar F. Kaiser papers (Banc MSS 85/61, volume 25) and show a 1957 marketing proposal booklet for their automobile line that highlights potential uses of colorized aluminum for the interiors and exteriors of cars. Earlier in the 1940s and early 1950s Kaiser had teamed up with Frazer and Darrin to produce a handful of car models, stylish classics that can still occasionally be found today (look around for the Kaiser "Virginian," "Manhattan," the "Special", and my personal favorite, the "Dragon" hardtop convertible!). These cars were never made, aluminum being a questionable choice of material for this purpose-- is anyone else thinking, "What about dents?!"-- and Kaiser had ceased production in earnest around 1955.<br /><br />Still, if you love mid-century modern design like I do, you'll get a kick of out some of these car designs. Note how the car models are named after different California cities and landmarks. How lovely to be driving around town in a "Piedmont..."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SkPRC24ZG2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/KfpULxKza28/s1600-h/aluminun+textures.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SkPRC24ZG2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/KfpULxKza28/s320/aluminun+textures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351350629268265826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />This is a page of sample colors and textures that could be put on the interior of the car, in such places as doors, dash, foot panel, etc.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Personally, the pink swirls and the turquoise beehive would go great with, well, nothing in my own utilitarian car, but hey a girl can dream.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SkPW2U4IEJI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zF-KD_G6-6U/s1600-h/Golden_Gate.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SkPW2U4IEJI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zF-KD_G6-6U/s320/Golden_Gate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351357011051679890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Behold, the "Golden Gate," a station wagon with lots and lots of window...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SkPXKTyfLNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/y2YCIcN2Dro/s1600-h/DelMar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SkPXKTyfLNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/y2YCIcN2Dro/s320/DelMar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351357354356976850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">The "Del Mar," roomy </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >and </span><span style="font-size:85%;">zoomy- check out the space-age trunk of this metal behemoth!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SkPXd-nkOxI/AAAAAAAAAfY/XlzC09VYIYQ/s1600-h/merced.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SkPXd-nkOxI/AAAAAAAAAfY/XlzC09VYIYQ/s320/merced.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351357692271409938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And finally, the "Merced." Looks like a fun ride to me!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Other models can be seen in this volume of the collection. The artist was not noted anywhere in the document. Part 2 to come in July.)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">--D. Miller</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:red;"></span><span style=""> </span><span style="color:red;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-34242473659487805132009-06-22T10:48:00.000-07:002009-06-22T11:46:21.037-07:00Good News for Elephants<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_GH4LeOxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/pr33qLoAXH8/s1600-h/BC14_carton+1_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_GH4LeOxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/pr33qLoAXH8/s200/BC14_carton+1_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350212720981326610" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >We have come across many cartons of unsorted newspaper clippings during the survey so far. U</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >nfortunately, this is not a rare sight:</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Normally I wouldn't look too closely at them and would just make note in our database that there were loose and bundled clippings in this carton. However, these are clippings that Hubert Howe Bancroft collected and there was one bundle in particular that caught my eye:</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_QWGXrG4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/WVectF-KLlE/s1600-h/BC14_carton+1_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_QWGXrG4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/WVectF-KLlE/s200/BC14_carton+1_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350223960425044866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">[labeled "Useful Items"]</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_GucFRjUI/AAAAAAAAAco/AqpNOBapsic/s1600-h/BC14_carton+1_6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_GucFRjUI/AAAAAAAAAco/AqpNOBapsic/s200/BC14_carton+1_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350213383454035266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I was intrigued to say the least. I decided to spend some extra time to look at this small bundle and see what Hubert Howe Bancroft thought was useful in the late 1800s. The topics ranged from new patents, scientific discoveries, and funny items. My favorite clipping is one that describes the use of the meat of potatoes as a substitute for ivory - which, as the author points out, is excellent news for elephants!</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_G9FhKOmI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4EuEd4EY22E/s1600-h/BC14_carton+1_14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_G9FhKOmI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4EuEd4EY22E/s200/BC14_carton+1_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350213635095018082" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I also enjoyed reading about a trio of traveling rats....</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_HHU3tIVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/NofLGin39sU/s1600-h/BC14_carton+1_7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_HHU3tIVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/NofLGin39sU/s200/BC14_carton+1_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350213811014803794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">...and I learned about the beneficial effects of wearing flannel (actually pretty relevant for the surveyors given our chilly work environment!)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Here are some others that I liked:</span><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_NS1tdY6I/AAAAAAAAAdA/G29OE1FcG5w/s1600-h/BC14_carton+1_9.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_NS1tdY6I/AAAAAAAAAdA/G29OE1FcG5w/s200/BC14_carton+1_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350220605878526882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_OAbVmkKI/AAAAAAAAAdw/s5W1XO7UYEk/s1600-h/BC14_carton+1_5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_OAbVmkKI/AAAAAAAAAdw/s5W1XO7UYEk/s200/BC14_carton+1_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350221389073125538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_NtQU0l3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/MbEkKxtgbw0/s1600-h/BC14_carton+1_13.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 99px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_NtQU0l3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/MbEkKxtgbw0/s200/BC14_carton+1_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350221059699545970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_N6tDxk8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/jHCpuV5b47k/s1600-h/BC14_carton+1_4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 69px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_N6tDxk8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/jHCpuV5b47k/s200/BC14_carton+1_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350221290750972866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_NoCRUKaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/FU4z5_aE8v8/s1600-h/BC14_carton+1_12.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 71px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_NoCRUKaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/FU4z5_aE8v8/s200/BC14_carton+1_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350220970027395490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_Ngn3S2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/cLkyjfyjPL0/s1600-h/BC14_carton+1_11.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 73px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_Ngn3S2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/cLkyjfyjPL0/s200/BC14_carton+1_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350220842679851010" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_Ny2tkYzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hXYP5qZN4lI/s1600-h/BC14_carton+1_15.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 74px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Sj_Ny2tkYzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hXYP5qZN4lI/s200/BC14_carton+1_15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350221155903234866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">From </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Banc MSS B-C 14: Bancroft miscellaneous newspaper clippings, 1860-1890.<br /><br />--A. Croft</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></span>TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-73959033030710303652009-06-19T12:07:00.000-07:002009-06-19T12:26:44.150-07:00Oh, Bancroft, brave Bancroft!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SjvkAgRvJWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/qhIH145f_8k/s1600-h/73.64_box+1_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SjvkAgRvJWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/qhIH145f_8k/s200/73.64_box+1_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349119679748056418" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.bancroftms.org/">H</a><a href="http://www.bancroftms.org/">uber</a><a href="http://www.bancroftms.org/">t </a><a href="http://www.bancroftms.org/">H</a><a href="http://www.bancroftms.org/">owe Bancroft Middle School</a> in Los Angeles, Calif., the "home of the cougars," was named after our very own founding father, H.H.B. And the school honors its namesake in its school song, the lyrics for which Amy and I came across when surveying the Hubert Howe Bancroft family papers, BANC MSS, 73/64. Just how the lyrics came to the Bancroft family we'll never know, but we can all be thankful they did.<br /><br /><br />It's a toss-up for my favorite lines.<br />After all, what archivist could resist the following lyric?:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"He collected many manuscripts and worked without delay</span>.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To preserve for posterity.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />To preserve for posterity."</span><br /></div><br />But the chorus does tug at my heartstrings:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Oh, Bancroft, brave Bancroft,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />'Twas a name known to fame in days of yore;</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />May it ever be glorious</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Till the sun shall climb in the heavens no more."</span><br /></div><br />A note at the bottom of the sheet says the song should be sung to the tune of "Lord Jeffrey Amherst" the fight song of Amherst College. In case you have the irrepressible urge to honor H.H.B. in song, you can get the tune by listening to "Lord Jeffrey" at <a href="http://www.amherst57.org/members/lyrics.htm">http://www.amherst57.org</a><a href="http://www.amherst57.org/members/lyrics.htm">/members/lyrics.htm</a>. Just click on the button on the left for "Lord Jeffrey."<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br />--E. Van LithTBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-47546458932366610272009-06-12T12:43:00.001-07:002009-06-23T08:19:15.515-07:00Marx for CranstonIn 1968, Alan Cranston was elected to his first term as Senator from California. While surveying his papers (BANC MSS 88/214), we came across this humorous exchange between Groucho Marx and the new Senator.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SjKxcaBh46I/AAAAAAAAAZg/xsUejMrE1uY/s1600-h/Groucho+to+Allan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SjKxcaBh46I/AAAAAAAAAZg/xsUejMrE1uY/s320/Groucho+to+Allan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530809222390690" border="0" /></a>November 7, 1968<br /><br />Dear Senator: I was one of your strongest supporters and one who believed in your integrity - perhaps even manhood. I sent you a check for $25.00 so you could defeat that profane schoolteacher.<br /><br />Inasmuch as you are now safely ensconced in office and Paulson has dropped out of the race, I think you would be doing a handsome deed by returning my $25.00. However, if you insist upon running again at some future date, just send me the money and I will hold it in escrow until I find out definitely what your plans are for the future. Incidentally, while you're in Washington, see if you can't incapacitate Senator Murphy.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Groucho Marx<br /><br />P.S. This is a pretty lousy letter and, incidentally, the check I sent you wasn't too much either.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SjKxiygZUBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1eXTSg_Yafw/s1600-h/Allan+to+Groucho+.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/SjKxiygZUBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1eXTSg_Yafw/s320/Allan+to+Groucho+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530918873518098" border="0" /></a>January 30, 1969<br /><br />Dear Groucho:<br /><br />I was relieved to learn that you believe in my integrity and my manhood, just as you will be relieved to learn that your $25.00 check, which I promptly cashed, was good.<br /><br />So much for my integrity, my manhood and your twenty-five bucks.<br /><br />Gratefully,<br />Alan Cranston<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />--M. BryerTBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-77676279513500052772009-06-08T16:14:00.000-07:002009-06-26T12:29:47.489-07:00Archival Toilet PaperHere is a quickie, but it's an amusing one.<br /><br />Today we were surveying the papers of the Crown Zellerbach Corporation, a very large paper company operating in the Pacific Northwest that was a parent company to 184 other paper companies.<br /><br />The company even had its own Crown Zellerbach History Committee, recognizing the importance of its own history in a new executive policy order as early as 1954. They obviously took their charge seriously and saved a lot of materials.<br /><br />We saw the records of dozens of paper, pulp, lumber, transportation, and mill companies, but were a bit surprised by what we found in carton 43, pictured here:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Si2eudGJeqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/D663sgTPhzY/s1600-h/spring_notch_TP2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/Si2eudGJeqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/D663sgTPhzY/s400/spring_notch_TP2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345102853680233122" border="0" /></a><br />The finding aid described it as: <b>"Roll of 'Spring Notch Toilet Tissue' recovered from a wall of the Sequoia Hotel, Fresno, California</b><span style="font-weight: bold;">. ca.1920s" </span><br /><br />Thus, we were looking at what is soon to be a 100 year old roll of toilet paper! And it's only Monday...<br /><br />(See Crown Zellerbach Corporation records, BANC MSS 88/215 cp)<br /><br />--D. MillerTBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-84922584467987914332009-05-15T08:37:00.000-07:002009-05-18T15:46:26.405-07:00For Your Teducation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHjxTIhmNI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zp-Hz4R-MiU/s1600-h/TJoans_Amsterdam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHjxTIhmNI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zp-Hz4R-MiU/s200/TJoans_Amsterdam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337297469499873490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHjgyF69mI/AAAAAAAAAYI/EvZ5eqRhiwI/s1600-h/TJoans_Hipsters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHjgyF69mI/AAAAAAAAAYI/EvZ5eqRhiwI/s200/TJoans_Hipsters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337297185752675938" border="0" /></a>Jazz musician and poet Ted Joans was born Ted Jones on July 4, 1928 in Cairo, Illinois. He changed his surname to distinguish it from the familiar spelling and, some say, to honor a woman named Joan. At the time of his death in May 2003, Joans’ career was enjoying a resurgence due, in part, to the publication of his poetry anthology “Teducation” (1999).<br /><br />Joans earned his B.F.A. from Indiana University and moved to Greenwich Village in 1951. According to historian Robin D.G. Kelley, he "was one of the original Beat poets, though you wouldn't know it from most Beat anthologies. He was the author of over 30 books of poetry, prose, and collage, including Black Pow-Wow, Beat Funk Jazz Poems, Afrodisia, Jazz Is Our Religion, Double Trouble, Wow and Teducation." Kelley calls Joans the "grandaddy of bringing jazz and 'spoken word' together on the bandstand." In the early 1960s, Joans made Timbuktu his home base and traveled the world doing poetry readings and creating "happenings." He also lived in Tangiers, Morocco and Paris, France.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHkAsNgGkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CFdGGZPMJew/s1600-h/TJoans_Amateur_Artists.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHkAsNgGkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CFdGGZPMJew/s200/TJoans_Amateur_Artists.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337297733929671234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHkLKh9sgI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CdU-K2EGAns/s1600-h/TJoans_De_Kooning.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHkLKh9sgI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CdU-K2EGAns/s200/TJoans_De_Kooning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337297913867252226" border="0" /></a>Joans was also a surrealist. Kelley writes, “Joans’ mantra was ‘Jazz is my religion and surrealism is my point of view.’” He describes Joans' “Black Flower” (1968) statement, as “a surrealist manifesto that envisioned a movement of black people in the U.S. bringing down American imperialism from within with the weapon of poetic imagery, ‘black flowers’ sprouting all over the land.” Kelley adds that “all his writing, like his life, was a relentless revolt."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHkc7czTeI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WOFu0qM0e0c/s1600-h/TJoans_Algeria.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHkc7czTeI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WOFu0qM0e0c/s200/TJoans_Algeria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298219056713186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHkoEupbgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/XsSccjCpjvw/s1600-h/TJoans_Sartre.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHkoEupbgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/XsSccjCpjvw/s200/TJoans_Sartre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298410526043650" border="0" /></a>Joans and his companion, artist Laura Corsiglia, moved to Vancouver in 2001, after the acquittal of the New York City police officers who fatally shot Amadou Diallo; he vowed never to live in the United States again. Joans died in Vancouver in May 2003. When jazz great Charlie Parker, his former roommate, died in 1955, Joans wrote “Bird Lives!” on the streets of Lower Manhattan.” Kelley reports that “A few poets in the know have already left chalked salutes in the streets. Let the Village know: ‘Ted Lives!’<br /><div style="text-align: right;"> -- M. Bryer<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHlL-UaxZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5pWvHl4USng/s1600-h/TJoans_Stokley.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/ShHlL-UaxZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5pWvHl4USng/s200/TJoans_Stokley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337299027280709010" border="0" /></a>Quotes were taken from Robin D.G. Kelley's obituary for Ted Joans, which appeared in The Village Voice, May 20, 2003. Kelley (my favorite historian) is Professor of History, American Studies and Ethnicity at USC. His many books include Hammer and Hoe: Alabama Communists During the Great Depression and Race Rebels: Culture Politics and the Black Working Class. His biography of jazz pianist and composer Thelonious Monk will be published in Fall 2009.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Photos: Top Row, Left: Reading in Amsterdam Artist Club, photo and copyright, Nico van der Stam; Top Row, Right: "Hipster Book Signing"; Second Row, Left: "Compromised Character of Colored Contemporary Co-Op Amateur Artist, Southern Indiana Branch"; Second Row, right: Joans, with Ruth Kligman ("The Liz Taylor of Bohemia") and William de Kooning; Third Row, Left: Joans and poet Don L. Lee, "An automatic poet-chant, 'We Have Come Back, First Pan African Cultural Festival in Algeria, performed with indigenous Algerians"; Third Row, Right: "Avec J.P. Sartre"; Bottom: Stokely Carmichael, Princess Sierra Leone. All captions were written by Ted Joans.</span><br /><br />The Ted Joans papers (BANC MSS 99/244) contain manuscript material, including many unpublished poems, and personal and professional correspondence with friends and colleagues, including Amiri Baraka, Stokely Carmichael, Diane di Prima, Bob Kaufmann, Ishmael Reed, Jack Kerouac, Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Allen Ginsberg. There are also -- as seen above -- some fabulous photographs. (For more photos, see the Ted Jones photograph albums -- BANC PIC 1999.097)TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545274559587834447.post-42020984884296566232009-04-21T08:29:00.000-07:002010-01-13T14:47:22.492-08:00Foul Tip: One inmate's take on Folsom Prison life in 1895<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S05LhGE3FTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/_nkQtEFjPAE/s1600-h/C-H6_FolsomPrison_1_page1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S05LhGE3FTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/_nkQtEFjPAE/s320/C-H6_FolsomPrison_1_page1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426357632966792498" border="0" /></a>The Folsom Prison Magazine collection (<span style="font-style: italic;">BANC MSS </span><span style="font-style: italic;">C-H 6</span>) gives a colorful and satirical inside look at inmate life at the prison in 1895.<br /><br />Opened in 1880, Folsom Prison is California's second oldest state prison <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S05MKjYQfsI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/csHwceLaslA/s1600-h/C-H6_FolsomPrison_page2Detail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S05MKjYQfsI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/csHwceLaslA/s320/C-H6_FolsomPrison_page2Detail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426358345207414466" border="0" /></a>after San Quentin and one of the earliest maximum security prisons built in the United States. Inmates housed there in the 1890s would have spent most of their time in the dark, locked inside a 4x8' stone cell with a 6" eye slot in the solid boilerplate door.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S05McaV5h6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/robzT30Na0c/s1600-h/C-H6_FolsomPrison_page6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S05McaV5h6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/robzT30Na0c/s320/C-H6_FolsomPrison_page6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426358652019247010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Despite, and definitely inspired by, this bleak life, one inmate created a magazine of poems, cartoons, and satirical articles concerning life at the prison with subjects ranging from an inmate baseball team and domesticated rats, to a touring ballet revue title <span style="font-style: italic;">Black Crook</span>.<br /><br />One dark poem, located on page 5, reads:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">With iron hand he rules the waiters,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And sleight of hand forbids,<br />He feeds the Cons on stewed potatoes,<br />And tries to mash the kids.<br /></span>--M.T. Stomach<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S05NCnJO5lI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gMkl0LDlL1U/s1600-h/C-H6_FolsomPrison_page4%265.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8MCFEmsFbn8/S05NCnJO5lI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gMkl0LDlL1U/s320/C-H6_FolsomPrison_page4%265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426359308290811474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">--E. Van Lith<br /></span><o:p></o:p><p></p>TBL Surveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368127432174456885noreply@blogger.com0