Juxtintime Is Going on Hiatus

This blog was inspired by a desire to share some of the more interesting items I have found while perusing old newspapers. Over the course of the past year I have learned a lot about how the media/journalism, society, and the world in general has evolved (and in some cases how it has devolved) over the last 100 years or so. It has been an amazing ride: shockingly graphic tragedies, subjects that would violate all aspects of modern political correctness, and a newfound respect for the English language.

However, I recently find myself unable to continue posting articles, as I have moved on to other endeavors; specifically, iPhone apps. I don’t know how long this blog will be on hold, as there are still so many interesting gems waiting in the old archives and I am eager to eventually get back to discovering them. In the meantime, I invite you to revisit some of the 833 posts in this blog, or contact me if you have any questions.

I appreciate all of you who have taken the time to read my posts, shared them, and left comments. It is gratifying to discover others who share the same interest.

Thank you!


Images of the Day (XX)

The New York Tribune December 27, 1903

The New York Tribune December 27, 1903

A Philadelphia New Year Giant

This is a survivor of the Maine disaster, amusing himself and the populace.

El Paso Herald December 30, 1914

El Paso Herald December 30, 1914

Moths and the Flame

By Nell Brinkley

El Paso Herald December 22, 1914

El Paso Herald December 22, 1914

Open Air School Girl Wearing a “Parka”

An open air school is the latest wrinkle in education in New Rochelle, N.Y. School is held on a broad plaza of an old mansion. At a moment’s notice canvas strips can be lowered, closing in the piazza in case of a storm and school goes on just the same.

The little lads and lassies who are attending the school are furnished with a “parka,” a polar exploration garment under which is worn a sweater. The “parka” slips on over the head like a shirt and reaches almost to the ground. It is laced up in front and drawn in at the neck. The hood can be thrown back if it is too warm.

The New York Tribune December 27, 1896

The New York Tribune December 27, 1896

“Road Skates” For Fast Travel

An English Device By Which A Speed of Sixteen Miles and Hour Can Be Attained.

A new style of roller skate has come into vogue in England during the last few months. It is higher than the old skate, and runs on light metallic, rubber-tired wheels about five inches in diameter. The forward fastening is a hook or clip that engages the sole of the skater’s shoe, and the rear one extends upward to a gaiter-like strap which encircles the leg below the knee. It is thus possible to make this latter feature serve as a brace to the ankle.

The new skate is intended for use, not merely on asphalt pavements and wooden floors, but also for macadamized roads. In fact, it is known as the “road skate.” The manufacturers, in their advertisement, declare that “it only requires a little practice to enable any one who has ever had on a pair of skates to attain proficiency and be able to skate on the roads at any speed up to sixteen miles an hour.” It is further announced that the showrooms include a practicing saloon for ladies, with lady attendant.”

The road skate was brought to the attention of American dealers in goods for sporting and athletic purposes a year or so ago, and at the time it was considered probable that the manufacture of the article would be undertaken in this country. For some reason or other the scheme fell through. At some houses there has been some inquiry for these skates; but up to date the demand has not been sufficient to warrant the importation of the foreign-made skate.

The San Francisco Call December 31, 1905

The San Francisco Call December 31, 1905

Same Name—Same Game

The New York Tribune December 26, 1909

The New York Tribune December 26, 1909

A Shipwreck of the Future, When Passengers Are Carried Between Europe and America in the Air

Liner Icarus, in mid-ocean, Dec. 26, 1919, 3:10pm. By wireless to The Tribune: A disastrous explosion (cause yet unascertained) in our motor room at 5:12 this morning made it necessary to descend. Unfortunately, the waves were running high and our rudder was broken. Wind increased rapidly and our stern was battered till we threatened to sink. Other airships have come to our rescue, as have some submarines and the freight steamer Lusitania, formerly used for passengers. All hands will be saved beyond a doubt, except those in the motor room, which is now submerged.


Why Science Has Blacklisted Pussy (1914)

The Omaha Daily Bee December 27, 1914

The Omaha Daily Bee December 27, 1914

Why Science Has Blacklisted Pussy

That cats are the worst of frauds and do mankind more harm than good is one of the latest edicts of science. The sprightly kittens and staid old tabby cats which for ages the human race has been ranked among its best friends have all been placed on the blacklist along with the horses which the automobile has displaced and the dogs which New York City’s Health Commissioner declares unfit for civilized communities.

According to the Biological Survey, the bureau of the Department of Agriculture, which has been investigating the claims of all sorts of animals to our consideration, the cat has been tolerated altogether too long. We have been deceived into thinking that it is a very useful creature when, as a matter of fact, it is doing all that any animal could, and more than most animals do, to destroy our health, wealth and happiness.

The cat’s case has been decided only after the most careful deliberation. Arguments for and against the creature have been heard, but after weighing them all the court of science gives the cat the most unsparing condemnation any animal has yet received.

One of the strongest counts against pussy is its unpardonable cowardice. It masquerades as the protector of the household from mice and rats. The truth is that not one cat in a hundred has the courage to attack a rat. Where rats are at all numerous they are quite as likely to run the cats out of the house as is the opposite thing to happen.

Mice are so inoffensive that they might be attacked with impunity were it not for the overpowering laziness which makes the cat usually disinclined to give them battle. Dr. A.K. Fisher, one of the government’s authorities on cats, recently caught twelve mice under the bed in which he slept, despite the fact that there were four cats in the household.

Cats might possibly be forgiven for not ridding our homes of rats and mice, but there is nothing to excuse their slaughter of chickens and young birds of whose flesh they are inordinately fond. Larks, robins and all the other little feathered creatures which add so much to the beauty of our city parks and country lanes would be far more plentiful if they were not being constantly slaughtered by the treacherous cat. Cats are too cowardly and lazy to attack rats and mice, but they find keen delight in preying on harmless birds which are too small and weak to escape from their claws.

“Many an innocent hawk, skunk, owl or weasel,” says the government bureau, “has been shot for the deeds of that sleek highwayman, the house cat. It is safe to say that this marauder, which enjoys all the comforts and protection of the home, destroys in the aggregate more wild birds and young poultry than all their natural enemies combined.”

But the government’s main reason for declaring war on our feline pets is that they carry diseases to the children and others that handle them. Even the most aristocratic cat enjoys roaming through all sorts of unsanitary places, and its fur makes an ideal lodging place for the germs of diphtheria, small pox, tuberculosis and other things which it may pick up there. Ringworm is one of the lesser diseases whose prevalence is attributed to our having so many cats.

The fact that you can get hydrophobia from a cat’s bite and that its scratch often causes blood poisoning gives science an additional reason for placing pussy on the blacklist.

If we must have cats, science urges that they be kept in outhouses and never allowed to have the run of our homes. Before children and others are allowed to handle cats their germ-laden coats of fur should be carefully cleaned and treated with some powerful antiseptic. But even when the cat’s possibilities for spreading disease have been reduced to a minimum it is still a far less safe and satisfactory household pet than even the despised skunk would be.

“Great Words Defined in Epigram” (1907)

The New York Tribune December 29, 1907

The New York Tribune December 29, 1907

Great Words Defined in Epigram

By William George Jordan


* The genealogical tree of civilization.

* The story of the evolution of humanity.

* The biography of a people, place, or period.

* The diary of the world, edited and interpreted.

* World events revealed in relation and perspective.

* The telescope that brings the distant past near to us.

* The clearing house of world happenings and movements.

* Reconstructing an epoch from the bones of dead facts.

* Rereading a turned down page of time.


* An artificial attempt to appear natural.

* Vain parade of what one does not possess.

* Masquerading in misfit manners, moods, or morals.

* Individually eclipsed by acquired eccentricity.

* Strutting before the mirror of public approval.

* Vanity’s petty pretenses to attract attention.

* Exaggerating one’s defects in seeking to eliminate them.

* Inordinate effort to seem to be what one is not.


* The one universal generosity of humanity.

* Apples of wisdom from the tree of another’s experience.

* Some one’s else solutions of our problems.

* That which it is more blessed to give than to receive.

* The impertinent intrusion for assistance.

* What fools give freely, wise men sparingly.

* Fitting our shoes to another’s feet.

* The bait used in fishing for flattery.

* Exercising power of attorney to do another’s thinking.

* New light that should help us to decide, not which decides for us.

War News – A Christmas Truce, and Bullet Wounds That Call on the Phone

El Paso Herald December 19, 1914

El Paso Herald December 19, 1914

The Real Battlefield

Here the battle of life and death is fought to its bitter end.

This s the battle without hope,

No drums beating, trumpets sounding on this battlefield.

The man is away—sent, he know not why, to be murdered.

The woman and the children are left, to fight against starvation and death. This is the REAL war and millions are enrolled in it.

The Daybook December 18, 1914

The Daybook December 18, 1914

When Santa Claus Comes to Belgium

El Paso Herald January 1, 1915

El Paso Herald January 1, 1915

The Victor

The Omaha Daily Bee December 31, 1914

The Omaha Daily Bee December 31, 1914

German Observer on Duty—From the top of this ladder, screened by a stack of hay, the lookout is enabled to watch the effect of his gunners’ fire on the enemy’s trenches.


The New York Tribune December 15, 1914

The New York Tribune December 15, 1914

France, Like Russia, Against Pope’s Plea.

In addition to Russia and Turkey, France has refused to adhere to Pope Benedict’s proposal for a truce between the belligerent powers during the Christmas season.

The New York Tribune December 24, 1914

The New York Tribune December 24, 1914

Soldiers Themselves May Call Xmas Truce

It is believed that notwithstanding the failure of the plan for an armistice over Christmas, some sort of a lull will set in on Christmas Day itself.

Christmas sentiment is deep in the men’s hearts, and their positions on the line of battle facing each other in bitter antagonism will not eradicate it.

Thousands of tons of Christmas presents have been sent to all the fronts. The distribution and enjoyment of these gifts is another argument for the probably suspension of hostilities wherever this is possible.

The Evening World December 19, 1914

The Evening World December 19, 1914

When the French Parliament meets Dec. 22 many seats will be vacant because of members at the front, killed in battle, or taken prisoners by the enemy.

French peasants who have had little to do since the war are devoting their time to gathering unexploded shells on the battlefields. The French military authorities are paying 18 cents apiece for the shells.

A Paris paper that is featuring extracts from its editions during the Franco-Prussian war of 1870 publishes this to show how much better times are now than then: “At the market dog cutlets are now fetching 8 cents apiece. Unscrupulous vendors are trying to sell them at a dollar a pound as venison.

The military hospitals in France are using a telephone contrivance to locate bullets. Two electrical reels to which an ordinary telephone is attached are run over the body of a wounded patient and the telephone buzzes when the reel passes over a hidden bullet or fragment of shell.



“Nursery Town” (1910)

The San Francisco Call December 25, 1910

The San Francisco Call December 25, 1910

Nursery Town

By Regina Watson

Oh! Nursery Town is a beautiful place,

It lies in the middle of Motherlove land,

And the sun shining there is Mother’s own face,

And Nursie’s the lady who’s left in command.

Now, some of the places in Nursery Town

Are Babyhouse corner and Whitewood Farm

With its sheep, and shepherd all dressed in his gown,

And wee wooly dog to protect us from harm.

In Picturebook Row there live Little Boy Blue,

And Jack and his sister, who tumbled down hill;

The funny old woman, whose home was a shoe,

And the other old woman who never was still.

There’s Building Block street, and the tin soldiers’ camp,

And Rockinghorse station near Chiffonier alley;

And Windowsill walk, where the soldier boys tramp,

And Paper Doll lane by the Woodbasket valley.

The cabinet hospital stands there, too;

With its poor little patients all sick in their beds;

And gentle Nurse Needle and good Doctor Glue

To sew up their arms or to stick on their heads.

Aground, high and dry, is a beautiful ark,

With brave Mister Noah and those of his crew;

And all of the animals live on his bark,

From Piggie the Pink to a gray kangaroo.

There are two little boats in this Nursery Town,

Moored close by the ferry of Going To Sleep;

And a pillow aboard for each fair curly crown

Of the two little sailors who into them creep.

At Round’ Table Tavern, the spot where they’re fed,

They stop off for supper and breakfast for two;

Potatoes or hominy, butter and bread,

Or eggs, toast and milk and a cracker may do.

A wonderland sweet is Nursery Town!

So gay is the play there the whole of the day;

You take a step up, and then take a step down,

And walk till you find it—it’s not far away.

“Our California Winter” (1905)

The San Francisco Call December 24, 1905

The San Francisco Call December 24, 1905

Our California Winter

By A.J. Waterhouse

Roses at the Christmas time! Where’s the like of this,

Save in California, where winter glories gleam?

Bloom and gold of oranges that gentle breezes kiss—

Winter is a fiction, or a half-remembered dream,

For every day’s a messenger to tell us life is sweet,

And every moment bears a smile to cheer us on the way,

And the song that nature murmurs is the song that we repeat.

For our California winter is September merged in May.

Scent of dewey blossoms that greet us from the sod—

Just one California, wherever we may go—

Days with sunshine laden by the loving thought of God,

And birds that strive to tell us what the songsters only know.

Not an hour for winter between the fall and spring,

And snow and ice are but a dream of a forgotten day;

For the autumn turns to summer in a ceaseless, rhythmic swing,

And our California winter is September merged in May.