If this isn't the happiest, most festive wreath you've ever seen, I don't know what is. It raised my morale the moment I saw it. I am familiar with the creator only through a single email asking her if I might share this photo on my blog but I can tell you that her artistic talent, gentle manner, and superlative customer feedback impressed me immediately. Think what a hit it would make on Valentine's day or to celebrate an anniversary, birthday, job promotion, the birth of a child.... The possibilities - and the thrill for givers and recipients - are endless! See Ivyndell's many other designs at her site.
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December 1, 2010
Friend or Foe? Crows Never Forget a Face, It Seems
By MICHELLE NIJHUIS
From: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/26/science/26crow.html
Crows and their relatives — among them ravens, magpies and jays — are renowned for their intelligence and for their ability to flourish in human-dominated landscapes. That ability may have to do with cross-species social skills. In the Seattle area, where rapid suburban growth has attracted a thriving crow population, researchers have found that the birds can recognize individual human faces.
I KNOW YOU
John M. Marzluff, a wildlife biologist, tested crows’ ability to distinguish between faces.
The researchers used a simple hat and masks to test the animals' abilities.
John M. Marzluff, a wildlife biologist at the University of Washington, has studied crows and ravens for more than 20 years and has long wondered if the birds could identify individual researchers. Previously trapped birds seemed more wary of particular scientists, and often were harder to catch. “I thought, ‘Well, it’s an annoyance, but it’s not really hampering our work,’ ” Dr. Marzluff said. “But then I thought we should test it directly.”
To test the birds’ recognition of faces separately from that of clothing, gait and other individual human characteristics, Dr. Marzluff and two students wore rubber masks. He designated a caveman mask as “dangerous” and, in a deliberate gesture of civic generosity, a Dick Cheney mask as “neutral.” Researchers in the dangerous mask then trapped and banded seven crows on the university’s campus in Seattle.
In the months that followed, the researchers and volunteers donned the masks on campus, this time walking prescribed routes and not bothering crows.
The crows had not forgotten. They scolded people in the dangerous mask significantly more than they did before they were trapped, even when the mask was disguised with a hat or worn upside down. The neutral mask provoked little reaction. The effect has not only persisted, but also multiplied over the past two years. Wearing the dangerous mask on one recent walk through campus, Dr. Marzluff said, he was scolded by 47 of the 53 crows he encountered, many more than had experienced or witnessed the initial trapping. The researchers hypothesize that crows learn to recognize threatening humans from both parents and others in their flock.
After their experiments on campus, Dr. Marzluff and his students tested the effect with more realistic masks. Using a half-dozen students as models, they enlisted a professional mask maker, then wore the new masks while trapping crows at several sites in and around Seattle. The researchers then gave a mix of neutral and dangerous masks to volunteer observers who, unaware of the masks’ histories, wore them at the trapping sites and recorded the crows’ responses.
The reaction to one of the dangerous masks was “quite spectacular,” said one volunteer, Bill Pochmerski, a retired telephone company manager who lives near Snohomish, Wash. “The birds were really raucous, screaming persistently,” he said, “and it was clear they weren’t upset about something in general. They were upset with me.”
Again, crows were significantly more likely to scold observers who wore a dangerous mask, and when confronted simultaneously by observers in dangerous and neutral masks, the birds almost unerringly chose to persecute the dangerous face. In downtown Seattle, where most passersby ignore crows, angry birds nearly touched their human foes. In rural areas, where crows are more likely to be viewed as noisy “flying rats” and shot, the birds expressed their displeasure from a distance.
Though Dr. Marzluff’s is the first formal study of human face recognition in wild birds, his preliminary findings confirm the suspicions of many other researchers who have observed similar abilities in crows, ravens, gulls and other species. The pioneering animal behaviorist Konrad Lorenz was so convinced of the perceptive capacities of crows and their relatives that he wore a devil costume when handling jackdaws. Stacia Backensto, a master’s student at the University of Alaska Fairbanks who studies ravens in the oil fields on Alaska’s North Slope, has assembled an elaborate costume — including a fake beard and a potbelly made of pillows — because she believes her face and body are familiar to previously captured birds.
Kevin J. McGowan, an ornithologist at the Cornell Laboratory of Ornithology who has trapped and banded crows in upstate New York for 20 years, said he was regularly followed by birds who have benefited from his handouts of peanuts — and harassed by others he has trapped in the past.
Why crows and similar species are so closely attuned to humans is a matter of debate. Bernd Heinrich, a professor emeritus at the University of Vermont known for his books on raven behavior, suggested that crows’ apparent ability to distinguish among human faces is a “byproduct of their acuity,” an outgrowth of their unusually keen ability to recognize one another, even after many months of separation.
Dr. McGowan and Dr. Marzluff believe that this ability gives crows and their brethren an evolutionary edge. “If you can learn who to avoid and who to seek out, that’s a lot easier than continually getting hurt,” Dr. Marzluff said. “I think it allows these animals to survive with us — and take advantage of us — in a much safer, more effective way.”
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From: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/26/science/26crow.html
Crows and their relatives — among them ravens, magpies and jays — are renowned for their intelligence and for their ability to flourish in human-dominated landscapes. That ability may have to do with cross-species social skills. In the Seattle area, where rapid suburban growth has attracted a thriving crow population, researchers have found that the birds can recognize individual human faces.
I KNOW YOU
John M. Marzluff, a wildlife biologist, tested crows’ ability to distinguish between faces.
The researchers used a simple hat and masks to test the animals' abilities.
John M. Marzluff, a wildlife biologist at the University of Washington, has studied crows and ravens for more than 20 years and has long wondered if the birds could identify individual researchers. Previously trapped birds seemed more wary of particular scientists, and often were harder to catch. “I thought, ‘Well, it’s an annoyance, but it’s not really hampering our work,’ ” Dr. Marzluff said. “But then I thought we should test it directly.”
To test the birds’ recognition of faces separately from that of clothing, gait and other individual human characteristics, Dr. Marzluff and two students wore rubber masks. He designated a caveman mask as “dangerous” and, in a deliberate gesture of civic generosity, a Dick Cheney mask as “neutral.” Researchers in the dangerous mask then trapped and banded seven crows on the university’s campus in Seattle.
In the months that followed, the researchers and volunteers donned the masks on campus, this time walking prescribed routes and not bothering crows.
The crows had not forgotten. They scolded people in the dangerous mask significantly more than they did before they were trapped, even when the mask was disguised with a hat or worn upside down. The neutral mask provoked little reaction. The effect has not only persisted, but also multiplied over the past two years. Wearing the dangerous mask on one recent walk through campus, Dr. Marzluff said, he was scolded by 47 of the 53 crows he encountered, many more than had experienced or witnessed the initial trapping. The researchers hypothesize that crows learn to recognize threatening humans from both parents and others in their flock.
After their experiments on campus, Dr. Marzluff and his students tested the effect with more realistic masks. Using a half-dozen students as models, they enlisted a professional mask maker, then wore the new masks while trapping crows at several sites in and around Seattle. The researchers then gave a mix of neutral and dangerous masks to volunteer observers who, unaware of the masks’ histories, wore them at the trapping sites and recorded the crows’ responses.
The reaction to one of the dangerous masks was “quite spectacular,” said one volunteer, Bill Pochmerski, a retired telephone company manager who lives near Snohomish, Wash. “The birds were really raucous, screaming persistently,” he said, “and it was clear they weren’t upset about something in general. They were upset with me.”
Again, crows were significantly more likely to scold observers who wore a dangerous mask, and when confronted simultaneously by observers in dangerous and neutral masks, the birds almost unerringly chose to persecute the dangerous face. In downtown Seattle, where most passersby ignore crows, angry birds nearly touched their human foes. In rural areas, where crows are more likely to be viewed as noisy “flying rats” and shot, the birds expressed their displeasure from a distance.
Though Dr. Marzluff’s is the first formal study of human face recognition in wild birds, his preliminary findings confirm the suspicions of many other researchers who have observed similar abilities in crows, ravens, gulls and other species. The pioneering animal behaviorist Konrad Lorenz was so convinced of the perceptive capacities of crows and their relatives that he wore a devil costume when handling jackdaws. Stacia Backensto, a master’s student at the University of Alaska Fairbanks who studies ravens in the oil fields on Alaska’s North Slope, has assembled an elaborate costume — including a fake beard and a potbelly made of pillows — because she believes her face and body are familiar to previously captured birds.
Kevin J. McGowan, an ornithologist at the Cornell Laboratory of Ornithology who has trapped and banded crows in upstate New York for 20 years, said he was regularly followed by birds who have benefited from his handouts of peanuts — and harassed by others he has trapped in the past.
Why crows and similar species are so closely attuned to humans is a matter of debate. Bernd Heinrich, a professor emeritus at the University of Vermont known for his books on raven behavior, suggested that crows’ apparent ability to distinguish among human faces is a “byproduct of their acuity,” an outgrowth of their unusually keen ability to recognize one another, even after many months of separation.
Dr. McGowan and Dr. Marzluff believe that this ability gives crows and their brethren an evolutionary edge. “If you can learn who to avoid and who to seek out, that’s a lot easier than continually getting hurt,” Dr. Marzluff said. “I think it allows these animals to survive with us — and take advantage of us — in a much safer, more effective way.”
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For further reading and to hear the calls of crows and ravens (and how they differ), please visit these sites:
November 10, 2009
Quirky Americans - Hobbies of a Different Sort
Apparently Homer never knew that Langley had filled the house with any and every piece of junk and old newspaper he could carry home from his forays into the streets around their home - to the tune of nearly 95 tons of the stuff. In order to protect this detritus, Langley had rigged traps for would-be burglars. Sadly, one day he tripped one of the devices accidentally and was hoist by his own petard. He died just feet from his incapacitated brother, who succumbed to starvation in a few days.
Some of the more surprising things found in the piles of trash were exhibited at the Hubert Dime Museum, a latter-day version of P. T. Barnum's American Museum. Read more about the Collyers and others who cannot help hoarding junk at http://209.157.64.200/focus/news/1008564/posts - and remind your children to pick up after themselves.
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Diane Arbus, 1923-1971
DIANE ARBUS (pron. dee-ann) was drawn to those who were not like everyone else. She took many photographs of a lot of different people. To me, they all look strangely like Diane Arbus. A slide show of Arbus's work can be found at http://diane-arbus-photography.com/. WARNING - You may find these photos disturbing, not only because some of the subjects are nude.
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This isn't part of Steve's collection - yet.
STEVE SALCEDO of Fort Wayne, Indiana, has the largest collection of legally acquired traffic signs in the U.S. and is in Ripley's Believe It or Not. See more photos at: http://collectibles.about.com/gi/o.htm?zi=1/XJ&zTi=1&sdn=collectibles&cdn=hobbies&tm=873&f=20&su=p504.3.336.ip_&tt=2&bt=1&bts=1&zu=http%3A//www.mycrazyhobby.com/.
Steve owns this fabulous chair (I'd love a set of six, please!) made from two stop signs:
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BARNEY SMITH had a great idea. Why not decorate the top of the toilet seat, a space just begging for art work? He now has something like 700 toilet seats in his museum. See what Barney has wrought at http://www.unusualmuseums.org/toilet/. Here's just one example:
Good idea, huh?
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BILL AND LOUISE PATTILLO created this amazing table of rocks that look like food. People have tried to eat the display!
Yummy - but anticipate a quick trip to the dentist!
Mouthwatering
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LILLIAN COLTON - Seed Pictures
Hemingway - Gone to Seed
David Letterman looking slightly seedy
Lillian Colton won Best of Show nine times in a row in the Minnesota State Fair Crop Art competition. Her portraits of famous people were created with timothy, canola, pine needles, clover, brome grass, poppy, birdsfoot trefoil, grits, and other natural resources. After her ninth win, she bowed out gracefully and instead displayed her works at the fair.
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ANN MITCHELL LOVELL - Banana MuseumTry to imagine 4000 items - all of them depicting bananas in one form or another. There are costumes, an invention by a Tupperware designer to keep your bananas bruise free, pictures of our immigrant ancestors at Ellis Island eating bananas (a new experience for many), brightly painted fruit crate labels, and - well, thousands more. The Banana Museum can be visited in Auburn, Washington. If you're too far away to go in person, see many more terrific photos here: http://www.bananamuseum.com/.
November 7, 2009
MISTRESSES (just a few) OF EDWARD VII
"They loved me for what I was and what I gave them."
Jennie Jerome
"More of the panther than of the woman in her look"
"More of the panther than of the woman in her look"
Mrs. Alice Keppel
"A fantastic help to Edward VII."
Mrs. Keppel was the king's most famous mistress.
Her great-granddaughter is Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall.
Mrs. Keppel was the king's most famous mistress.
Her great-granddaughter is Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall.
Agnes Keyser
Humanitarian and Courtesan
Daisy Greville
She may have inspired the popular song, Daisy, Daisy
November 5, 2009
When Times are Tough
Marguerite Patten OBE
She created many well-remembered recipes for Britons on rations
A grocer stamps a ration book
Recipes had to change when sugar, eggs, and milk were rationed
The rations for one person for a week
A food ration card (there were also ration cards for clothing and petrol)
Eggless Fruit Cake
devised by Marguerite Patten
From Feeding the Nation: Nostalgic Recipes and Facts from 1940-1954 (Hamlyn)
From Feeding the Nation: Nostalgic Recipes and Facts from 1940-1954 (Hamlyn)
Cooking time: 1-1/4 hours
10 oz self-raising flour or plain flour with 3 teaspoons baking powder
1 level teaspoon mixed spice [cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice and sometimes also any preferred combination of mace, cloves, ginger, coriander seed, caraway, cayenne]
1 level teaspoon bicarbonate of soda [baking soda]
10 oz self-raising flour or plain flour with 3 teaspoons baking powder
1 level teaspoon mixed spice [cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice and sometimes also any preferred combination of mace, cloves, ginger, coriander seed, caraway, cayenne]
1 level teaspoon bicarbonate of soda [baking soda]
Pinch of salt
1/2 pint well-strained weak tea
3 oz margarine or cooking fat
3 oz sugar
3oz dried fruit
1/2 pint well-strained weak tea
3 oz margarine or cooking fat
3 oz sugar
3oz dried fruit
Grease and flour a 7-inch cake tin. Sift flour, mixed spice, bicarbonate of soda and salt together. Pour the tea into a saucepan, add the margarine or cooking fat, sugar and dried fruit. Heat until the fat and sugar melt, then boil for 2-3 minutes. Allow to cool slightly, pour on to the flour mixture, beat well and spoon into the tin. Bake in the centre of a moderate oven for 1-1/4 hours.
November 2, 2009
Hansom Cabs
A Hansom Cab Stand, 1888-1889
P. Stahl at http://www.1st-art-gallery.com
Hansom Cab Pub, York
Hansom Cab in London by Edmund C. Tarbell (1862-1938)
Read this early detective story, a bestseller in its day, free at:
http://www.online-literature.com/fergus-hume/mystery-of-a-hansom-cab/1/
The two-wheeled "safety cab" which would later be favoured by such folk as Holmes and Watson was originally patented by Joseph A. Hansom in 1836. His design differed from previous two-wheeled carriages in that the wheels were mounted on two separate spindles rather than an axle, allowing the main load of the vehicle to ride lower than previously possible. Although the cab's design was altered before it attained popularity, the name of its creator stuck with it, and the "hansom" cab became a part of Victorian life. (From http://www.sherlockpeoria.net/Hansom_pages/HansomCabs.html. Read much more at this terrific site.)
October 30, 2009
“Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
. . . This love feel I.” --- Shakespeare
KATE MccGWIRE
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
. . . This love feel I.” --- Shakespeare
KATE MccGWIRE
Thank you, Kate, for your stunning work and permission to show it here.
You can read much more about Kate MccGwire on her site: http://www.katemccgwire.com/index.php?pid=20 (biography) and http://www.katemccgwire.com/index.php?pid=60 (artists' statement), as well as a number of others, including http://houseofbeautyandculture.blogspot.com, where I was originally introduced to her.
One Crow Sorrow, Two Crows Joy
Three Crows a Letter, Four Crows Boy
Five Crows Silver, Six Crows Gold
Seven crows a Secret Never to be Told.
Three Crows a Letter, Four Crows Boy
Five Crows Silver, Six Crows Gold
Seven crows a Secret Never to be Told.
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Traditional Rhyme
The Peacock
What's riches to him
That has made a great peacock
With the pride of his eye?
The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
And desolate Three-rock
Would nourish his whim.
Live he or die
Amid wet rocks and heather,
His ghost will be gay
What's riches to him
That has made a great peacock
With the pride of his eye?
The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
And desolate Three-rock
Would nourish his whim.
Live he or die
Amid wet rocks and heather,
His ghost will be gay
Adding feather to feather
For the pride of his eye.
For the pride of his eye.
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William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats
Hope
"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
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Emily Dickinson
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
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Emily Dickinson
Black Rook in Rainy Weather
On the stiff twig up there
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain.
I do not expect a miracle
Or an accident
To set the sight on fire
In my eye, nor seek
Any more in the desultory weather some design,
But let spotted leaves fall as they fall,
Without ceremony, or portent.
Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can’t honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Lean incandescent
Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then—
Thus hallowing an interval
Otherwise inconsequent
By bestowing largesse, honor,
One might say love. At any rate, I now walk
Wary (for it could happen
Even in this dull, ruinous landscape); skeptical,
Yet politic; ignorant
Of whatever angel may choose to flare
Suddenly at my elbow. I only know that a rook
Ordering its black feathers can so shine
As to seize my senses, haul
My eyelids up, and grant
A brief respite from fear
Of total neutrality. With luck,
Trekking stubborn through this season
Of fatigue, I shall
Patch together a content
Of sorts. Miracles occur,
If you care to call those spasmodic
Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait’s begun again,
The long wait for the angel,
For that rare, random descent.
On the stiff twig up there
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain.
I do not expect a miracle
Or an accident
To set the sight on fire
In my eye, nor seek
Any more in the desultory weather some design,
But let spotted leaves fall as they fall,
Without ceremony, or portent.
Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can’t honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Lean incandescent
Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then—
Thus hallowing an interval
Otherwise inconsequent
By bestowing largesse, honor,
One might say love. At any rate, I now walk
Wary (for it could happen
Even in this dull, ruinous landscape); skeptical,
Yet politic; ignorant
Of whatever angel may choose to flare
Suddenly at my elbow. I only know that a rook
Ordering its black feathers can so shine
As to seize my senses, haul
My eyelids up, and grant
A brief respite from fear
Of total neutrality. With luck,
Trekking stubborn through this season
Of fatigue, I shall
Patch together a content
Of sorts. Miracles occur,
If you care to call those spasmodic
Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait’s begun again,
The long wait for the angel,
For that rare, random descent.
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Sylvia Plath
Pigeons
They paddle with staccato feet
In powder-pools of sunlight,
Small blue busybodies
Strutting like fat gentlemen
With hands clasped
Under their swallowtail coats;
And, as they stump about,
Their heads like tiny hammers
Tap at imaginary nails
In non-existent walls.
Elusive ghosts of sunshine
Slither down the green gloss
Of their necks in an instant, and are gone.
Summer hangs drugged from sky to earth
In limpid fathoms of silence:
Only warm dark dimples of sound
Slide like slow bubbles
From the contented throats.
Raise a casual hand -
With one quick gust
They fountain into air.
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Richard Kell
Small blue busybodies
Strutting like fat gentlemen
With hands clasped
Under their swallowtail coats;
And, as they stump about,
Their heads like tiny hammers
Tap at imaginary nails
In non-existent walls.
Elusive ghosts of sunshine
Slither down the green gloss
Of their necks in an instant, and are gone.
Summer hangs drugged from sky to earth
In limpid fathoms of silence:
Only warm dark dimples of sound
Slide like slow bubbles
From the contented throats.
Raise a casual hand -
With one quick gust
They fountain into air.
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Richard Kell
October 28, 2009
Negro League Greats
Cool Papa Bell
1903-1991
Center Fielder
"Once he hit a line drive right past my ear. I turned around and saw the ball hit his ass sliding into second." - Satchel Paige, about Cool Papa Bell.
"They used to say, 'If we find a good black player, we'll sign him.' They was lying." Cool Papa Bell, about baseball.
Bell impressed most who met him as a gentle, dignified, and soft-spoken man, and he left behind a legacy of unparalleled achievement on the baseball diamond. Although the lack of statistics makes it likely that the degree of Bell’s greatness will always be debated, he is clearly one of the most important figures to emerge from baseball’s Negro Leagues. The anecdotal stories that contributed so much to Bell’s legend are an essential part of African-American oral tradition, but they are also a grim reminder that segregation caused a talent so great to be appreciated by so few. “So many people say I was born too early,” Bell said shortly before his death. “But that’s not true. They opened the doors too late.”
Satchel Paige
1906-1982
Pitcher
Shown with the Kansas City Monarchs, 1942
It is estimated that Leroy "Satchel" Paige was born on July 7, 1906. The mere idea that his birthday is an estimate provides perfect evidence to the mystery that was Satchel Paige. In 1965, 60 years after Paige's supposed birthday, he took the mound for the last time, throwing three shutout innings for the Kansas City Athletics.
Joe DiMaggio called Satchel Paige "the best and fastest pitcher I've ever faced". His pitching was amazing and his showboating was legendary. His career highlights span five decades. Pronounced the greatest pitcher in the history of the Negro Leagues, Paige compiled such feats as 64 consecutive scoreless innings, a stretch of 21 straight wins, and a 31-4 record in 1933. For 22 years, Paige mauled the competition in front of sellout crowds. Sure, he liked the attention, but to him, there was only one goal. That goal would be to pitch in the Major Leagues.
Buck Leonard
1907-1997
First Baseman
A power-hitting left-handed batter and a smooth fielder, Leonard teamed with Josh Gibson, the Negro leagues' most fearsome slugger, to bring pennant after pennant to the Pittsburgh-based Homestead Grays. Starring for the Grays from 1934 to 1950, Leonard played in 12 East-West All-Star Games, and while accurate statistics for the Negro leagues are elusive, by all accounts he batted well over .300 throughout his career.
Josh Gibson
1911-1947
Catcher
Belting home runs of more than 500 feet was not unusual for Gibson. One homer in Monessen, Pa., reportedly was measured at 575 feet. The Sporting News of June 3, 1967 credits Gibson with a home run in a Negro League game at Yankee Stadium that struck two feet from the top of the wall circling the center field bleachers, about 580 feet from home plate. Although it has never been conclusively proven, Chicago American Giants infielder Jack Marshall said Gibson slugged one over the third deck next to the left field bullpen in 1934 for the only fair ball hit out of the House That Ruth Built.
James "Biz" Mackey
1897-1965
Catcher and Manager
1897-1965
Catcher and Manager
James Raleigh "Biz" Mackey was an American catcher and manager in Negro league baseball. He came to be regarded as black baseball's premier catcher in the late 1920s and early 1930s. His superior defense and outstanding throwing arm were complemented by batting skill which placed him among the Negro Leagues' all-time leaders in total bases, RBIs and slugging percentage, while hitting .322 for his career. He played for the Indianapolis ABC's (1920-22), New York Lincoln Giants (1920), Hilldale Daisies (1923-31), Philadelphia Royal Giants (1925), Philadelphia Stars (1933-35), Washington and Baltimore Elite Giants (1936-39), and Newark Dodgers/Eagles (1935, 1939-41, 1945-47, 1950). Mackey was elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame in 2006. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biz_Mackey
Hotel Workers
and Black Baseball
Throughout the history of black baseball, teams sometimes struggled to find places to stay when they were traveling. In the early days, teams were often organized to work at resort hotels as staff, and play baseball games to entertain the guests, even though the hotels were segregated.
The Argyle Hotel in Babylon (Brooklyn), NY and the Royal Ponciana Hotel in Florida were two such resorts. Hotels in Florida were especially popular for black teams in the north, who could get spring training in the warm weather and play against some of the Major League white teams who also traveled to Florida. http://coe.ksu.edu/nlbemuseum/history/dcuts/dcuts3.html.
The Argyle Hotel in Babylon (Brooklyn), NY and the Royal Ponciana Hotel in Florida were two such resorts. Hotels in Florida were especially popular for black teams in the north, who could get spring training in the warm weather and play against some of the Major League white teams who also traveled to Florida. http://coe.ksu.edu/nlbemuseum/history/dcuts/dcuts3.html.
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