The Sidewalks of New York
Strobridge Litho. Co., c1899 

The gold cure being advertised within the poster was a cure for alcoholism (and any other addiction) which apparently sometimes worked, probably because the method included therapy alongside the medicine. Here’s an interesting article about that.

But really I’m posting this for the “White Wing” at lower right.

“Allen & Ginter, Richmond, Virginia. 50 fish from American waters. You will catch one in each package of Virginia Brights, Richmond Straight Cut No. 1 Cigarettes”

[between 1870 and 1900]

Presumably this is advertising the trading cards that come with the cigarettes, but it does sound a lot like they’re advertising the fact that their cigarettes are made of fish.

“I am dry as a fish”

Currier & Ives, c1868

Continuing on the fish theme from yesterday.

“Fish”
[1831]
Endicott & Swett, lithographer

“The Barnum & Bailey greatest show on earth. The marvelous foot-ball dogs”
c1900

I don’t know much about sports, but I do know that these dogs are not playing football.

“Messrs. S.S. Shubert & Nixon & Zimmerman’s production of A Chinese honeymoon by George Dance & Howard Talbot.”

1902

This ran for over a year. See also these: 1, 2, 3.

I would like to point out that none of these depict how Channing and I are spending our honeymoon. Instead we are dogsitting in a house a few blocks from our own house. It’s pretty great.

Buster is coming!
R.F. Outcault
c1907

4 Years an International Success, A Guilty Mother, a play that reaches the heart.
c1899

Grand Centennial Wedding of Uncle Sam and Liberty
Currier & Ives
c1876

I’ve never been too excited about the 4th of July. Besides the questionable politics of claiming that any place is the best place ever, I don’t like fireworks. I have a memory of lighting my hair on fire with a sparkler, which I’ve been told is not possible so it might just be a memory I made up as a kid because I was so afraid of fireworks. Then at one point I lived in a house which had formerly been the residence of a hoarder. By the time I got there it hadn’t been completely cleaned out and there was still a vast array of fireworks (I guess he had been a fireworks-seller at one point) that had been in the shed, getting wet and deteriorating for 10 or more years. And my roommates thought it was a great idea to shoot them off from the roof and whatnot. Which brings up another thing I get scared of: drunk people hanging out on roofs. Luckily no one got hurt, thanks to magic. I also don’t like hot dogs.
But anyway, I am going to D.C. tomorrow for a week of intensive museum-viewing, which I am really excited about. Then I come home for a week and a half and then I’m getting mawwied! I’m assuming George Washington’s ghost won’t show up in either situation. I do have an Uncle Sam, but unfortunately he can’t come to the wedding.