San Diego's Hysterical History: Fallout from the Skeleton's ClosetCoda Publications, 2003 - 200 páginas San Diego's Hysterical History is "Fallout from the Skeleton's Closet" written years ago by talented local newspaper editor Herbert Lockwood. Here's where you can again enjoy his tales of eccentric kooks, and the many other oddball men and women, whose antics made America's Finest City the superior attraction it is today. Begin with Jaguarina who fought from horseback with a broadsword. Visit the Stingaree where the real action was in the 1880s. Consider piracy as a fine profession for the red-blooded youth of San Diego. Meet the only Republican and his party-voting dog Patrick. Inspect the Mormon Coal Mine, which lost the City's future to seawater. Dodge noisy shot and shell of San Diego's only military battle in the bay. Meet Saw and Hatchet, perpetually loathsome and eventually happy. Flee the city in fear of bombardment from the pirate ship "Itata." Read about the Star hoax that took Los Angeles for a ride. Dive for the Solana Beach galleon's gold doubloons. Wonder about Hatfield the rainmaker who flooded it all. Then there's Tillie's ride that put Paul Revere to shame. And Tied by Wire, a genuine Western Union. Invest in the Point Loma Iron Works that had everything but materials and a market. Ask no questions about your Old Spanish lighthouse, which is neither old nor Spanish, while ducking The Flying Whale that was the fright of the city. Or worry about a hollow cavern said ready to swallow both San Diego and its harbor. Then there's Hot Air, Hot Lead, wherein the stock flew higher than the airship. Imagine San Diego's boom of 1887 when fresh oranges "grew" on cactus spines. Besides, the first Old Town Jail has not yet been paid for. Nor was the $12 million Lyceum ever built. Race the Buffaloed Elk for a $25 prize. And meet Burn, the City dog, whose picture was on every pet license. Or join the Wobblies who wanted to found a new republic south of the border. Plus dozens more amazing reports of history as it really was...and never taught in schools. |
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Terror at Campo | 27 |
The Great Iron Spoon | 40 |
Record Battle | 53 |
Smiling Billy | 67 |
Pirate Ship Itata | 77 |
Only Historians Can Make a Tree | 91 |
The 12 Million Lyceum | 106 |
Tied by Wire | 119 |
The Illuminated Skeleton | 133 |
San Diego Have Prohibition? | 159 |
Too Much To | 173 |
The Purple Mother | 187 |
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San Diego's Hysterical History: Fallout from the Skeleton's Closet Herbert Lockwood Sin vista previa disponible - 2003 |
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Página 18 - Judge" was on board. Public anxiety had been excited to the highest pitch to witness the result of the meeting between us. It had been stated publicly that "the Judge" would whip us the moment he arrived; but though we thought a conflict probable, we had never been very sanguine as to its terminating in this manner. Coolly we gazed from the window of the Office upon the New Town road; we descried a cloud of dust in the distance; high above it waved a whip lash, and we said, "the Judge" cometh, and...
Página 18 - Boston' down over the press by our nose (which we had inserted between his teeth for that purpose), and while our hair was employed in holding one of his hands, we held the other in our left, and, with the 'sheep's foot' brandished above our head, shouted to him, 'Say Waldo.
Página 18 - We rose, and with an unfaltering voice said: "Well, Judge, how do you do?" He made no reply, but commenced taking off his coat. We removed ours, also our cravat. ******** ******** The sixth and last round, is described by the pressman and compositors, as having been fearfully scientific. We held "the Judge...
Página 15 - With a grand jury thats sittin forever But dont never seem to indite nothin, And if they do what comes on it The petty ones finds em not guilty And then they go off much in licker And hit the fust feller they come to. All night long in this sweet little village You hear the soft note of the pistol With the pleasant screak of the victim Whose been shot prehaps in his gizzard.
Página 18 - At this moment we discovered that we had been laboring under a 'misunderstanding,' and through the amicable intervention of the pressman, who thrust a roller between our faces (which gave the whole affair a very different complexion), the matter was finally settled on the most friendly terms, and 'without prejudice to the honor of either party.
Página 18 - We write this while sitting without any clothing, except our left stocking, and the rim of our hat encircling our neck like a 'ruff' of the Elizabethan era — that article of dress having been knocked over our head at an early stage of the proceedings, and the crown subsequently torn off, while the Judge is sopping his eye with cold water, in the next room, a small boy standing beside the sufferer with a basin, and glancing with interest over the advertisements...