Well, I should've done a simple websearch. In case you missed it, or someone pointed it out in the comments and missed it: there was a T-Shirt in the original Twister movie that stuck out, because I swore I'd seen it in Twisters. From a local news website:

HUNTINGBURG, Ind. (WEVV) — If you have been to the movie theater this summer to see the hit blockbuster Twisters, you may have noticed actress Daisy Edgar-Jones sporting a Dubois County Bombers t-shirt while chasing tornadoes alongside actor Glen Powell in Oklahoma.

44News spoke to Dubois County Bombers Owner & Team President Justin Knepp, who says he was just as surprised as anyone to see the team's shirt featured in the new film.

"We immediately started getting flooded with calls and emails from people pointing it out, so it was very exciting for us." explained Knepp.

He says how the shirt ended up in the movie is still a mystery.

Actually, no, it isn't.

Rain. Lots of it. Naught to say about much, so:

I’ve had this newspaper illustration in a folder for three or four years. It's from the long-gone Mpls newspaper the Times.

Every August I forget to post it, and it goes into the folder for the next year. I am sick to death of it and want to be free of this obligation, so we’re all going to have to take time out of our day now and look at it and discuss what it means.

It means . . . this is what was going on around town in August of 1941.

It looks like something you'd see in a community newspaper, but weren't they all community newspapers? It played well with the photographs and ads and columns of type, and brigthened up the page. Drew you in.

Two little asides by the cartoonist: on the right, “He’s an un-reeable chap” I don’t know what that means. “Unreadable,” that might make sense, except he’s holding a book so she can’t mean he doesn’t read.

The book is “Live Alone and Like It” was a 1936 guide for single women.

The event went back to the late 19th century. I didn’t know Excelsior was even a going concern then.

The fete does not seem to be going on this week, but the church is still around.

Another venerable institution: the Yacht Club was founded in 1889.

She wasn’t that great, but there’s a certain goofy fun in her work.

The Women’s Club was, and is, on Loring Park. Lovely building.

Its history page says:

Our first President, Alice Ames Winter, was waiting for a friend to join her for tea downtown on the afternoon of March 23, 1907.  Ms. Winter waited for some time before deciding that her friend would not be coming. Not wanting to waste the afternoon, she decided to walk over to the Library where she remembered that Gratia Countryman was holding a meeting to talk about establishing a new club for women.

Ms. Winter was interested to learn more. She was a dreamer full of ideas. She also had a practical mind. She was just the sort of woman - a natural leader - whom the thirty-nine women assembled could follow. On April 8, 1907, she became an Incorporator and the first President of the Woman’s Club of Minneapolis.

Did anyone ask Gratia what she thought about Ms. Winter taking over? Well, she had other things to do, like run the library.

The Claiborne Clubbers!

The King Cole was finished in 1930 as the Nordic, honoring Norway immigrants. Went bust a year later, and was renamed the King Cole. Torn down in the 70s for a charmless senior high-rise.

The building, I mean, not the seniors, although I’m sure a few of them were cranky old pills.

So many simple clubs.

Opened in 1940, just a year before.

Closed . . . in 2024.

This is the entrance to Paisley Close, an alley on the Royal Mile. On this site in 1861:

A 250-year-old, seven-storied tenement building in Paisley Close collapsed. The incident killed 35 of the building’s 77 tenants. Rescue workers dug frantically, looking for any signs of survivors when they noticed a foot sticking out of the rubble. They then heard a voice cry out: “Heave Awa Chaps, I’m No Dead Yet!” These belonged to 12-year-old Joseph McIvor, who had miraculously survived the calamity.

And was thus immortalized.

Speaking of alleys in Edinburgh:

No, and yes. It was his uncle's place.

It’s 1932. We’re still paging through the Delineator.

“Mild,” they say. Camels. Camel straights. Mild.

The point of the ad was to make you suspect all the other cigarette as “stale,” of course. Why take chances?

“The stinging bite of toasted tobaccos.” Take that, Luckies.

Frank talk to pierce the pettifogging veil:

My OCR seems to be having a stroke:

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DI. GEORGE FABRE of de sud of the Horpical Hoed Dice, Iris: Geontal Secresary of the Treods Laglios: Asccica Leagee Agaiose Ciscet aod of dhe Ticech League Agaian: Casxer (Ugoe Pompaise Costre Le Casces): Mecsber ce Le Legion of Hooor (Ovaske de la Lesion d Hosskut).

Let’s try that with the original larger version . . . ah.

Madame Docteur George Fabre, one of the most prominent gynecologists in France; Member of the staff of the Hospital Hotel Dieu, Paris; General Secretary of the French-English-American League Against Cancer and of the French League Against Cancer (Ligue Française Contre Le Cancer); Member of the Legion of Honor (Chevalier de la Legion d’Honneur).

This seems an odd application for Lysol, but that’s what they recommended.

Knox Cow-hoof Thrift Secrets lead to less house money? Wouldn’t you want more?

Don’t tell hubby! Sock the rest away as rainy-day pin money! You'll thank yourself when it's time to run!

Well, you’re the one who wanted to take a vacation in Lilliput Land, so that’s on you.

As if you didn’t have enough things to worry about, there’s the way your feet affect your face. You’re aging! You will be unwanted and invisible soon!

Old Dutch on the woodwork?

On the woodwork?

The letter is from Mrs. E. P. Barnett, 7413 Maple Ave., Maplewood, Mo. Okay, let’s go visit . . . never mind. Empty lot now.

Inflatable gut-masses for intestinal sweeping!

MEN WILL NOTICE THIS INSTINCTIVELY.

Most of us, I feel confident to predict, do not know how hard water is softened.

		Most of us, I feel confident to predict, do not know how hard water is softened. Home water softeners, also called ion exchange units, are appliances that remove calcium, magnesium, and other minerals from drinking water. Resin beads inside the softener trap the calcium and magnesium and exchange them for sodium or potassium. Well, that can’t be the case here.

Men, don’t do this. Don’t. A gift certificate will do. You’re just not going to get the right one.

		Steero! Because, well, steers. Are there egg-haters? Who hates eggs?

As I keep saying: they thought the pace of life was break-neck, the cities jammed and busy, the demands of business never-ending.

And they were probably right.

		“Party dress bouillon” Along with Lysol douches, cube-cookery for lunch has faded from the popular imagination.

That'll do!

You won't believe who's back in Comic Sins today. Long-time Bleat readers will be amused.

Proof, as ever, that nothing here is ever over.