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Through all this time in New York, which [Branch] RIckey is trying to change America, there are eight large daily newspapers. The true calling of news reporting was to reach into the sky and try to change some of the sour patches of earth beneath. It never happened. A few Southern editors stood up for […]

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As if we had not strained the voting and digestive calibre of American Democracy to the utmost for the last fifty years with the millions of ignorant foreigners, we have now infused a powerful percentage of blacks, with about as much intellect and calibre (in the mass) as so many baboons. But we stood the […]

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Believe it or not, it was my bike. This one I had bought at Madison Square Garden, at the end of a six-day race. It had been made in Chemnitz, Bohemia and the six-day rider who owned it was a German, I believe. What distinguished it from other racing bikes was that the upper bar […]

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Hi. My name if Rutherford B. Trace, and I’m the new editor of this weblog. I beg pardon from the ongoing series Frederick Douglass In Brooklyn, which I will soon continue, to implore, beseech, encourage and even— in some cases— command all ya’ll who can get near Grand Army Plaza Tuesday June 1 to see the Internets […]

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“What’s thet you’re looking at now?” “A letter, a letter. And if you think I’m gonna read a guy’s letter, you’re crazy. It’s his letter, ain’t it? Why do you ask so many stupid questions?” “I didn’t axe you to read the letter, I want to know what it says on it,” moaned the other […]

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If I could be you and you could be me for just one hour; if we could find a way to get inside each other’s mind; if you could see me through your eyes instead of your ego; I believe you’d be surprised to see that you’d been blind. Walk a mile in my shoes, […]

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Post-apocalyptic? No. This is an apocalyptic posting! Like the smoldering heap of boundary stones marking novelist Jim Knipfel’s Park Slope Liebestod; like Combat Jack’s review of Brendan I. Koerner’s Now The Hell Will Start: One Soldier’s Flight From Greatest Manhunt of World War II, which sounds a lot more interesting than those rightly wary of […]

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And if ya’ll don’t believe me, here’s the proof— 100% Playground, accept no imitations, although if ya’ll are going to make a food run to Avenue L in between games of handball, please bring back some tasso,  a plate of grillot, a little fritaille, a half order of lambi if they’re cool with that, two […]

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Scaly Mountain, North Carolina As the world awaits the final editing and design of Brian Berger’s epic second interview with Unplugging Philco author Jim Knipfel, tentatively titled “Welcome Back, Gotterknipfel,” I send heavily Sands Street-accented salutations and a postcard from somewhere in Macon County. Former NBA point guard Spud Webb, one might recall (and Dallas […]

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HELLO! THERE, SEA SERPENT! A Brooklyn Man Says He Is Confident He Met One While Fishing Mr. M.A. Russell, of 188 Bridge street, says that he and two companions, while fishing on Sunday, about 7 A.M., off Long Beach, saw a sea serpent. There were on the boat at the time a dozen bottles of […]

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