Recently, I came across two postcards that were very very funny. Not so much because of the humor of the printed postcard but rather, because the written message was the punch line.
This postcard was printed in 1908, a leap year. The woman with the gun reflects the common stereotype that
women who asked men to marry them were desperate, aggressive, and unfeminine.
Syracuse China, Cleota Reed and Stan Skocze
Clay has a life of its own. There are many things it will not do and cannot be made to do. It insists on respect. It records not only the impression we make on it by hand or machine but also something of the saga of our life on this earth.
Clay has a life of its own. There are many things it will not do and cannot be made to do. It insists on respect. It records not only the impression we make on it by hand or machine but also something of the saga of our life on this earth.
“Anywhere you dig in Sebring you hit pottery shards. In some places they sit in parking lots or driveways, just
waiting to tell us their history.”
This is the end of an era my friend, only rare people buy rare books.
This is the end of an era my friend, only rare people buy rare books.
The Great Age of Sail, A Studio Book by The Viking Press, 1971
There is a stack of books in my study catalogued as “books that I want to read.” This stack of books has existed as long as I can remember – as a young girl it was a mental list – over time, the stack of books has steadily increased. After all , the more we read, the more we want to read; the older we become, the more books we collect. I refuse to shelve books that I have not read; so I have resorted to different stacks – fiction and nonfiction for instance. One stack next to the bed, another in the kitchen . . . the neat stacks have grown into piles of books. You see, last year, most of my reading was devoted to rather feeble attempts to understand internet publishing. As the stacks grew, so did my longing to linger with a book. At long last, I have taken the time to rest, relax and read. One of the first books that captured my attention was The Margaret Tarrant Christmas Book. I surmised that I would quickly go through the illustrated treasure and then properly shelve it with Christmas Books. But then I stumbled upon a poem titled, Immanence by Evelyn Underhill. I was taken aback – and then way back to an undergraduate research project on mysticism. You might say, that Evelyn Underhill wrote THE book on mysticism.
Rare Stetson China (USA) Salad Plates, Stylized Tulip
in Center Field with Black Air Brush Border…
The Black and Pink Floral is distinctive of the
new cool of modern life in the suburban 50s!
These beautiful illustrations by Arthur Rackham are from Undine: eine Erzählung, published by Georg W. Dietrich around 1912. The tale is about a water sprite named Undine who marries a human knight.
Newberry call number: Wing ZP 947 .D55
