Sorry about yesterday being late. It was there, just late. Like, really late. If you’re interested in the ways weather affected television quiz shows in 1957, you’ll certainly want to head back.

I hope you missed it. Or perhaps even worried! Remember, unless there’s an announced hiatus - which still has daily updates, because like Ted Baxter spending his mandatory vacation in a nearby hotel room watching his replacement, I am convinced that any absence will make everyone wander off and find something they like more - or a sudden assumption of room temperature, there will always be something, and if there’s not, then I forgot, or died.

One being more preferable than the other. Now that I think of it, this is the problem with daily blogs that continue on and on and on because quitting feels like failing: at some point, you write your last words. Mine will probably be “That’ll do; see you around.” I can think of worse fare-thee-wells.

It’s also irritating to miss a day because I spend too much time on this for too little return. Scanning and clippings and setting aside is something I do in idle hours, and it gives me a sense of accomplishment: here is something from the great maelstrom of uncollected things, saved, fixed on a pin, and presented in this sprawling, rambling museum. To what end? To keep it from being forgotten. I learned something today, for example, that came as a complete surprise, and happened to fit exactly with the concerns of this site. You’ll see it next week. It will be a revelation.

No, I am not talking about discovering Mr. Coffee Nerves in a 15th century engraving.

Why no Wednesday Review of Modern Thought? Because sometimes I am just tired of the endlessness of civil strife and the unreconcilable nature of the forces at play.

Is why.

Instead, let me tell you about these Johnsonville Chorizo Strips. They’re sausage - but in bacon form!

Someone had a bright idea. Someone was thinking promotion. People like bacon; people like sausage. Why not sausage in long thin strips? It’s a paradigm breaker, I tell you. Someone thought this was the ticket to the top, or at least would catch the eye of the brass who were looking for someone who could think outside the casing.

And so it came to pass that the Johnsonville Chorizo Strips appeared at the store, for $2.99, regularly priced at $4.99 or something, limit two per, and I bought them. Daughter thought they were interesting and tasty, and so did I; it was a flavor-forward breakfast meat. The first problem, we learned eventually, was the disconnect between flavor and the shape. Everything about it prepared you for bacon. But it was not bacon. I am not one of those tiresome people who build their personal identity around BACON BEING AWESOME, so it wasn’t the lack of bacon-flavor that did it. The thing just wasn’t right.

The other day at the store:

Ninety-nine cents.

Someone at the home office is looking at the numbers with dismay, with gathering anxiety, wondering what went wrong. And he realizes with horror his entire next quarter's budget has been spent on focus-group testing bacon in the shape of sausage.

Maybe there was a reason no one had done this. Maybe the reason was so obvious he never considered why this idea wasn't on the market. Maybe this was the ET Atari game of meat innovation, and there were already thousands of pounds of the stuff buried in a landfill somewhere, all records destroyed.

I mentioned "the first problem" above. The second problem: once the novelty was gone, you realized they didn't taste very interesting, at all. It's meat that has no reason. It is meat without a purpose. It is novelty meat.

In the end, no one wants novelty meat.




It’s 1937.

Bloody riot at the Enterprise plant.

The paper is still around, but it's owned by Gannett. Shouldn't that be "the paper is still around and it's owned by Gannett"? No.

So, about that riot.



The Little Steel strike was a 1937 labor strike by the Congress of Industrial Organizations (CIO) and its branch the Steel Workers Organizing Committee (SWOC), against a number of smaller steel producing companies, principally Republic Steel, Inland Steel, and Youngstown Sheet and Tube Company.

The strike affected a total of thirty different mills belonging to the three companies, which employed 80,000 workers. The strike, which was one of the most violent labor disputes of the 1930s, ended without the strikers achieving their principal goal, recognition by the companies of the union as the bargaining agent for the workers.

Ah, there’s this detail:

Another example of strike violence was an event that occurred on July 11 in Massillon, Ohio, when a company agent somehow came into the control of the local police force and rallied to attack the local union headquarters. The police force completely destroyed the building, two unionists were killed, and one hundred and sixty five were brutally arrested, some still in their pajamas and held for several days without cause.

Massilllon’s wikipedia page says:

On the night of July 11, 1937, a car failed to dim its headlights as it approached a police barricade near a picket line at one of the Massillon plants. City police assumed the worst and without warning opened fire with rifles and shotguns. Police then used this infraction to raid a peaceful crowd that was gathered in front of the union headquarters.

Police pumped tear gas canisters and opened fire into the fleeing crowd. Joined by National Guardsmen, the police destroyed the union hall and arrested every suspected unionist they could find. Three men were killed and hundreds were injured during this incident.


Well I hope Ms. Hunt got there eventually.

I wonder if people at the time thought they’d ever find her alive.

Someone had it hard for the Supreme Court and didn’t care who knew it:

All failed, thank God.


You know, things were starting to look up in 1937, according to the histories I’ve read - but man, the year had some tough spots.

Did you know Gershwin and Earhart checked out in the same year?


Well, how about this:

It might be the earliest illustration I’ve seen of our old electrical servant.



“I’ll be fine. Stay here and wait.”

Prostrated by shock: what a horrible thing to see.

I don't know why I snipped this, except that it seems like a sadness that deserves to be visited for a moment before it's put away again, seen and known by none.




Finally, a little cartoon by Swan - we’ve met him before in the High Pressure Pete / Salesman Sam section. Always seemed to be on the periphery of success, and a demotion down to these little things that ran all over the paper can’t have felt good.


As for Massillon - well, just you wait.

That'll do - let's look at Green Stamp book art!


HAH that's what I'd already written at the bottom of the page. Worst last words ever. But on brand.



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