Saturday, July 12, 2014

Monday, July 7, 2014

Shocking Photo From A Simpler Time: The Execution of Ruth Snyder, 1928


They don't make front-page photos like this anymore.

In 1925, Ruth Snyder, a housewife from Queens, New York City, began an affair with Henry Judd Gray, a married corset salesman. She then began to plan the murder of her husband, enlisting the help of her new lover, though he appeared to be very reluctant. Her distaste for her husband apparently began when he insisted on hanging a picture of his late fiancé on the wall of their first home, and also named his boat after her.

Ruth Snyder first persuaded her husband to purchase insurance, but with the assistance of an insurance agent (who was subsequently fired and sent to prison for forgery) "signed" a $48,000 life insurance policy that paid extra if an unexpected act of violence killed the victim. According to Judd Gray, Ruth had made at least seven attempts to kill her husband, all of which he survived. On March 20, 1927, the couple garrotted Albert Snyder and stuffed his nose full of chloroform-soaked rags, then staged his death as part of a burglary.

Snyder became the first woman executed in Sing Sing since 1899. She went to the electric chair only moments before her former lover. Her execution was caught on film, by a photograph of her as the electricity was running through her body, with the aid of a miniature plate camera custom-strapped to the ankle of Tom Howard, a Chicago Tribune photographer working in cooperation with the Tribune-owned New York Daily News.  -  from Wiki

Friday, July 4, 2014

Susan Koenig's Long Lost Book!

While checking out a booksale in Washington DC, I came across a book owned by at least a couple of girls.  Susan Koenig of Cloudburst Hill in Columbia, MD, and a Tracy Williams shared this adventure...maybe years apart.

Did they solve the mystery?!

Title:  Mystery Of The Black Friday Mine
Author:  Mary Huston Sherer
Year:  1965
Publisher:  Criterion

Thursday, July 3, 2014

The Most Epic Toy Commercial Theme Song. Ever.


WMMS - The Home Of The Buzzard

WMMS was the radio station that I grew up on.  That's what my dad played in the car, and what I listened to in the morning before school.  Now, like most other terrestrial radio stations, it's garbage, but once upon a time before Clear Channel Communications took over the industry and raped it into regionally monotonous submission, WMMS was distinctly Cleveland and nationally known.  I used to love the radio...