This bathing suit was considered audacious, compared to the “modest” full skirts, often thick wool, over full pantaloons thatwomen were expected to wear for swimming, which would have drowned them in deep water.
But through photos and newspapers, it became so popular that Kellerman started a successful line of swimwear.
But as to this caption, there is doubt.
From Wikipedia: “Although Kellermann later claimed to have been arrested at Revere Beach for public indecency while wearing one of her suits, there are no contemporary police records or news stories corroborating this, and she appears to have invented the incident.”
BTW, she also became an actress, a lot of swimming roles in silent films, most of which are lost…. and was said to be the first woman to appear nude on screen.
Here’s a still photo from her lost, 1916, nude film, Daughter of the Gods.
Doesn’t say how they “reconstructed” it… Presumably they found enough stills from the production to string them together into some semblance of the plot, cos it doesn’t look like anything was invented.
But what a plot! A disaster a minute, and an unexpectedly tragic ending, just when you think it’s going to be happy.
Wow… image search kept steering me to broken links, incorrect images, and questions instead of answers.
But finally one comment on this image, on a Facebook page, said “Pittsburgh PA Trolley Rt. 48 Arlington. On Google Maps street view, search for 1034 Mt. Oliver St.”
Very handy, I suppose, if you live in that brown house.
Not terribly noisy, cos it’s electric.
But better keep a good watch on your pets and small children.
Steve McQueen, Robert Wagner, Faye Dunaway, William Holden, woman in long white gown, Fred Astaire, Paul Newman, Richard Chamberlain, Robert Vaughn, & O.J. Simpson.
I searched this image and found a caption, before I knew you had posted this, but the cast is not listed in order….
and it includes three women, when there are two in the picture…
Steve McQueen, Paul Newman, Faye Dunaway, William Holden, Fred Astaire, Susan Blakely, Richard Chamberlain, Jennifer Jones, O.J. Simpson, Robert Vaughn, and Robert Wagner.
So the woman in the long white gown should be either Susan Blakely, who is usually blonde, and not so glamorous (though you never know, for a movie…) or Jennifer Jones, who was about 55 years old at that time. It looks like neither of them to me, but what do I know.
I do like this pose… Not the usual awkward lineup.
Whoops-a-doodle!
Not actually late, but later than I thought a few seconds ago…
Here it is, my friends… the solution.
Not the solution to Cleo waking you up with a bagpipe concerto…
Or the solution to the puzzle of where she got a basset-size kilt, and all its accoutrements… (Ah .. such a satisfying word…)
Or to her persistent assumption of entitlement, her thinking that no one else’s sleep, dinner, happiness or needs can ever take precedence over her own
But at least the solution to finding (to the best of my knowledge)
the 9 small ways in which is these two panels differ
Yeah… I almost thought the same thing about the first one. Dunno why.
But I think….
As far as I can tell, it’s not the length of the pipe that changes, but the angle it makes with the other two… In panel 2, it’s raised up closer to the middle one.
Got ’em all. Quite sneaky on a couple of them, hard to see the difference(s).
Late? Nah. Or you can blame the seeming lateness on the time-shift to DST — I know that I’m still adjusting to the “extra” daylight in the evening.
Thanks for the official solution, Susan!
You’re quite welcome… I’m grateful when anybody appreciates it.
I love the extra daylight… But yeah, it does take a while to acclimate.
That’s one reason I wish it were all year … the other, of course, being 5:30 sunsets in midwinter instead of 4:30.
I do understand those who hate the later sunrise … I guess we’ll never please everybody.
I’m no farmer, but I’ve always wondered why they couldn’t just milk the cows at 6 instead of 5, in daylight time, since the cows tell time by the sun, not our clocks.
I don’t mind the change, or the changing of the clocks.
And, the (family) farmers I knew, hey, that’s what they did, they followed the cow’s schedule, not the clock, the clock was for all intents and purposes just something that hung on the wall. Sun came up, outdoor work started, sun went down, outdoor work ended, 24/7. Not an easy life, everything ran on daylight. Stores in town adjusted as needed. When combines came with headlights and spotlights, that was a true godsend, could work through the night, if you could afford to buy such a machine back in the day. And nowadays with the new GPS controlled machines, set and go, efficiency increase, less waste. New World now, no more sitting in the open, on a steel seat, sun beating down on you, dust and chafe and flies and skeeters all around you, on you, in your lungs…
But this is dairy country, along with vineyards… I moved here it was apples and hops, but grapes have replaced those.
All year DST has won some referendums around here, and a law pased the State legislature, but states aren’t allowed to switch without permission from Congress, and some states have passed all year standard time laws, which also can’t be implemented.
But every time I say I want all year DST, somebody tells me about the poor farmers who’d have to get up at 4 so they could milk at 5, which as we agree, makes no sense to the cows.
I fear sometimes we, in the West, are way too soft, we can’t stomach ANY inconvenience nowadays.
More on the farming history. My grandmother used to tell of the threshing crews coming through the farms at harvest time. Do you know how the farms were prioritized for the best threshing times? By the meal prepared and offered to the crew, if there was plenty of food they came to you at the most optimal time. The clincher was who made the most pies. Every farm could only pay basically the same, every farm offered the same basic foods and meals, but it was the pies that won you the crew. My grandmother and my mom would bake pies from sundown to sun-up, these were strong strapping men to feed, and it was not unheard of, of a man eating one whole pie after the meal. Saskatoon pies, you would call them huckleberry or blueberry, you picked the berries in the Spring, into the Summer, just so you had enough stashed away for the fall threshing. Rhubarb pies. Cherry pies if you could get your hands on some cherries.
Lord, we are so soft now, in our so-called better world…
The way I learnt to remember the value of Pi to eight decimal places was from this phrase:
“How I wish I could calculate Pi.”
The number of letters in each word are the numbers. It meant I only had to remember 6 & 5, the next two numbers in the sequence. It saved time with maths problems at school if they asked you to calculate using Pi to four decimal places, or six significant figures, etc. as I didn’t have to constantly look up the values.
I took math through geometry, trigonometry and calculus in high school, a bit more calculus in college, but not much physics, and in all that time, I don’t recall ever being asked to memorize more than 5 significant figures (4 decimal places)of pi.
That said, I learned a bit more anyway, and for pi day, I sometimes say to have pi at 1:59, (or 2)pm. This year, we’re lucky to have 26 be the next two digits!
March 14th, 1:59pm, in ’26. Okay it’s a stretch, since it doesn’t have 2026… but it kind of works for me.
I had a friend in high school who memorized a long string, probably all the digits on this pi. Not me
Anyway, thanks… I love the mnemonic. I was told something similar years ago, maybe exactly the same… I don’t remember after the first few words cos it never worked.
It took me years (duh) to realize the person said “Oh how I wish”, and threw off the count.
.
Mad King Ludwig would have loved Walt Disney (and vice versa…)
Ah! I see you have found my summer place.
What time is lunch?
Whenever you get there.
Thank you!
Been there many times in my early youth with my parents.
And Herrenchiemsee where I was allowed to sit with the driver on the coachman’s seat.
.
Um, not for nothing but – the arrow points to your left eye. And you’re not sitting. You’re standing.
Picky picky picky.
Jawohl!!!
..
Where pea soup comes from…
Third grade joke:
What is the difference between pea soup and roast beef?
A: Anybody can roast beef.
..
“Only” about 10 I’ve never heard of, and a couple more, if they’re not who I think.
I’m talking about the people. Far more of the quotes are unfamiliar… But they’re all interesting.
35.
.,,
Peek-a-boo!
.,,
,
“What? He wanted a bath.”
Their eyes… when they both look at the camera, eyes wide and questioning… they look so related!
.
OMG! She’s got LEGS!!!
Think of the children!
This bathing suit was considered audacious, compared to the “modest” full skirts, often thick wool, over full pantaloons thatwomen were expected to wear for swimming, which would have drowned them in deep water.
But through photos and newspapers, it became so popular that Kellerman started a successful line of swimwear.
But as to this caption, there is doubt.
From Wikipedia: “Although Kellermann later claimed to have been arrested at Revere Beach for public indecency while wearing one of her suits, there are no contemporary police records or news stories corroborating this, and she appears to have invented the incident.”
BTW, she also became an actress, a lot of swimming roles in silent films, most of which are lost…. and was said to be the first woman to appear nude on screen.
Here’s a still photo from her lost, 1916, nude film, Daughter of the Gods.
And here is the reconstruction (not a movie per se, but interesting imho):
https://archive.org/details/daughter-of-the-gods-starring-annette-kellermann-lost
Anitia is such a wholesome girl… albeit quite risqué…
Interesting.
Doesn’t say how they “reconstructed” it… Presumably they found enough stills from the production to string them together into some semblance of the plot, cos it doesn’t look like anything was invented.
But what a plot! A disaster a minute, and an unexpectedly tragic ending, just when you think it’s going to be happy.
,.,
Is that a squadron of planes flying overhead?
Uh… yeah … uh huh….
Spacers for the wire, so UFO’s!
Wow… image search kept steering me to broken links, incorrect images, and questions instead of answers.
But finally one comment on this image, on a Facebook page, said “Pittsburgh PA Trolley Rt. 48 Arlington. On Google Maps street view, search for 1034 Mt. Oliver St.”
Very handy, I suppose, if you live in that brown house.
Not terribly noisy, cos it’s electric.
But better keep a good watch on your pets and small children.
Our house was less than 150 yards as the crow flies from a tram terminal. Electric. Noisy as hell!
,..,
Cool.
But what about the woodpeckers, squirrels and raccoons, among others, I’m sure, that forage for pine cones, and eat the seeds?
That camouflage is a bit cuckoo.
BTW… I do appreciate that there’s a helpful inset picture of a pine cone, just in case we don’t know what one looks like.
But do they function as weather stations, too?
,.
WOW!
I’d think with that talent he could get a better job than painting ceilings!
The stilts themselves are impressive… they look like they were made especially for that sort of work.
They are, plasterers also use them.
Looks like he’s sanding after mudding the drywall seams. Dropped the sanding block.
You’re right… Not a paintbrush.
Cool.
,,
“Did someone say ‘treats’?”
……
Soccer hooligans?
Dunno whether this is from the same one, but once again we have modern UK football team rivalry edited into a vintage American Popeye cartoon.
The sport was almost unknown over here at the time, and that white font looks too modern, as well.
….,
Looking at this, you can see why the mouthful of metal and gems that rappers and gangbangers wear is called a grill.
Even though this is a grille.
Kühlergrill in German.
.,
Guess who just won the 19XX Academy Awards?
You?!!
Okay, L-R as best
Yes!
I searched this image and found a caption, before I knew you had posted this, but the cast is not listed in order….
So the woman in the long white gown should be either Susan Blakely, who is usually blonde, and not so glamorous (though you never know, for a movie…) or Jennifer Jones, who was about 55 years old at that time. It looks like neither of them to me, but what do I know.
I do like this pose… Not the usual awkward lineup.
I think I’ve found them all. At least it’s better than “I know I have NOT found them all.”
Whoops-a-doodle!
Not actually late, but later than I thought a few seconds ago…
Here it is, my friends… the solution.
Not the solution to Cleo waking you up with a bagpipe concerto…
Or the solution to the puzzle of where she got a basset-size kilt, and all its accoutrements… (Ah .. such a satisfying word…)
Or to her persistent assumption of entitlement, her thinking that no one else’s sleep, dinner, happiness or needs can ever take precedence over her own
But at least the solution to finding (to the best of my knowledge)
I appear to have missed one, which also means I added one.
Yeah… I almost thought the same thing about the first one. Dunno why.
As far as I can tell, it’s not the length of the pipe that changes, but the angle it makes with the other two… In panel 2, it’s raised up closer to the middle one.
Got ’em all. Quite sneaky on a couple of them, hard to see the difference(s).
Late? Nah. Or you can blame the seeming lateness on the time-shift to DST — I know that I’m still adjusting to the “extra” daylight in the evening.
Thanks for the official solution, Susan!
You’re quite welcome… I’m grateful when anybody appreciates it.
I love the extra daylight… But yeah, it does take a while to acclimate.
That’s one reason I wish it were all year … the other, of course, being 5:30 sunsets in midwinter instead of 4:30.
I do understand those who hate the later sunrise … I guess we’ll never please everybody.
I’m no farmer, but I’ve always wondered why they couldn’t just milk the cows at 6 instead of 5, in daylight time, since the cows tell time by the sun, not our clocks.
I don’t mind the change, or the changing of the clocks.
And, the (family) farmers I knew, hey, that’s what they did, they followed the cow’s schedule, not the clock, the clock was for all intents and purposes just something that hung on the wall. Sun came up, outdoor work started, sun went down, outdoor work ended, 24/7. Not an easy life, everything ran on daylight. Stores in town adjusted as needed. When combines came with headlights and spotlights, that was a true godsend, could work through the night, if you could afford to buy such a machine back in the day. And nowadays with the new GPS controlled machines, set and go, efficiency increase, less waste. New World now, no more sitting in the open, on a steel seat, sun beating down on you, dust and chafe and flies and skeeters all around you, on you, in your lungs…
Thank you! That makes sense.
But this is dairy country, along with vineyards… I moved here it was apples and hops, but grapes have replaced those.
All year DST has won some referendums around here, and a law pased the State legislature, but states aren’t allowed to switch without permission from Congress, and some states have passed all year standard time laws, which also can’t be implemented.
But every time I say I want all year DST, somebody tells me about the poor farmers who’d have to get up at 4 so they could milk at 5, which as we agree, makes no sense to the cows.
I fear sometimes we, in the West, are way too soft, we can’t stomach ANY inconvenience nowadays.
More on the farming history. My grandmother used to tell of the threshing crews coming through the farms at harvest time. Do you know how the farms were prioritized for the best threshing times? By the meal prepared and offered to the crew, if there was plenty of food they came to you at the most optimal time. The clincher was who made the most pies. Every farm could only pay basically the same, every farm offered the same basic foods and meals, but it was the pies that won you the crew. My grandmother and my mom would bake pies from sundown to sun-up, these were strong strapping men to feed, and it was not unheard of, of a man eating one whole pie after the meal. Saskatoon pies, you would call them huckleberry or blueberry, you picked the berries in the Spring, into the Summer, just so you had enough stashed away for the fall threshing. Rhubarb pies. Cherry pies if you could get your hands on some cherries.
Lord, we are so soft now, in our so-called better world…
Same here in Bavaria.
As long as the farmer’s wife was OK, everything was OK – no matter what a person the farmer was.
Dusk at Joshua Tree National Park, California.
Great Cormorant (Phalacrocorax Carbo).
Or at least a pretty good cormorant.
Almost forgot to say…
Happy Pi Day!
3.14
It’s actually North American Pi Day…. European/UK Pi Day is 22/7…
But we can all have a piece of pi!
It isn’t round, of course… pi are squared.
Oy. 🙄
I can’t have that – April has only 30 days…
The way I learnt to remember the value of Pi to eight decimal places was from this phrase:
“How I wish I could calculate Pi.”
The number of letters in each word are the numbers. It meant I only had to remember 6 & 5, the next two numbers in the sequence. It saved time with maths problems at school if they asked you to calculate using Pi to four decimal places, or six significant figures, etc. as I didn’t have to constantly look up the values.
I took math through geometry, trigonometry and calculus in high school, a bit more calculus in college, but not much physics, and in all that time, I don’t recall ever being asked to memorize more than 5 significant figures (4 decimal places)of pi.
That said, I learned a bit more anyway, and for pi day, I sometimes say to have pi at 1:59, (or 2)pm. This year, we’re lucky to have 26 be the next two digits!
March 14th, 1:59pm, in ’26. Okay it’s a stretch, since it doesn’t have 2026… but it kind of works for me.
I had a friend in high school who memorized a long string, probably all the digits on this pi. Not me
Anyway, thanks… I love the mnemonic. I was told something similar years ago, maybe exactly the same… I don’t remember after the first few words cos it never worked.
It took me years (duh) to realize the person said “Oh how I wish”, and threw off the count.