One of the most delightful things about reading turn of the century newspapers is the oddity of the stories and how matter-of-factly they are treated. I found a great example of this today in the June 30, 1908 edition of The Chicago Tribune. Page 1 carried a brief, interesting story, special from East Liverpool, Ohio.

A man named Joseph Ballouz had been the victim of an apparently deadly accident with an ice cream freezer. The accident was not described, but the result was that three of Mr. Ballouz’ fingers were crushed so badly that he could never use them again. Presumably, the crushed fingers were amputated. The doctors informed this unfortunate man that the only way he would be able to use his hand normally again would be to have three new fingers grafted on.

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This remarkable photo from 1917 has a wonderful back story.

1917 Independence Day Celebration in Paris. (LOC)

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People who don’t know blues music think it’s sad music, but it isn’t.

One of the first musicians I really loved was the legendary bluesman, BB King. I bought his album Live and Well, and got to see him play live twice. I have a poor memory but I still remember the last time I saw him play. My friend Christie and I went to see him at Nautica. The stage manager came out and told the audience BB was doing well and he was excited to be there but we needed to remember he wasn’t in great health. She didn’t want people to yell for him to keep playing and tire him out too much. People looked at each other blankly, not knowing what to expect. Then BB came out, waving the stage manager off as if she was a pesky house fly. He was still BB King, still had that voice and could play the guitar like nobody’s business.

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