Sounds like it was a weekend of destruction and mishap in Perth in 1898.
The first thing I would like to know is, how did Thomas Coultas manage to get his foot stuck in the front wheel of his bike? He might have been well-known in cycling circles, but was he known for his excellent riding skills? This little accident would suggest not.
Next the fall of a flake of plaster at Mrs. Huxtable’s house. Since when is a 15ft piece of plaster a ‘flake’? That sounds like a whole ceiling to me! They ladies in the room were lucky that the only actual damage was the ruination of the bonnet. It must have had quite a sturdy head beneath it.
Epileptic fits, being run down by a cart and a man being smacked silly by a train door. It sounds like a weekend better spent at home! Even more so if you were intending on taking a stroll down Murray street on Saturday morning. In that case it was lucky the building only looked as if was going to fall, and didn’t actually fall. Several heavy beams were employed to prop it up and all was well. I suspect that if I was reporting a newly bricked building that was leaning heavily toward the street I would use stronger language than ‘a somewhat unfortunate mishap’ though.
They breed ’em tough in the bush.
After the snake bit Harold Lewis on the finger, he pulled out a slasher, cut off the offending digit, then saddled up and rode for help.
I am not sure I would have the courage to lop off a finger once a snake had already bitten it, I think it would take all my self-control just to not run around screaming and waving my arms around. This of course is not the recommended treatment for a snakebite, but neither is chopping bits off the victim.
I wonder if he fell off the horse due to the effects of the venom, or if it was a delayed reaction to the voice in his head shouting ‘oh my god, you just chopped your finger off!!!!’
I love this one. Did the corpse of a hairy tyrannosaurus drop out of a glacier and wash up on the beach at Anchor Point? I really hope it did, but then the question remains, where is the body now?
I know that mammoths are sometimes found frozen but I think that the few extra years between dinosaurs and mammoths might be an issue when it comes to tissue preservation.
If it wasn’t really a tyrannosaurus I wonder what it was? Any thoughts?
This girl would have been perfect for ‘So You Think You Can Dance’ or one of those similar dancing oriented TV shows so common now. She even has a dancers name, Valentine Taravel.
I suspect however, that she didn’t really love to dance but had some sort of compulsive behaviour, or something similar, that caused her to behave in this way.
Poor Valentine, ‘for years her parents attached no particular importance to her passion’. Regardless of whether she really did love dancing or it was some sort of behavioural problem, that is a very sad statement.
I wonder what she really died from. Syncope is fainting. I doubt she just fainted to death, and if dancing all night will kill you there are many club attendees that are not going to be turning up for work on Monday morning. Valentine had spent her entire life dancing after all, a few hours waltzing in the attic would only kill her if she mis-stepped and fell down the stairs. Perhaps she just gave up waiting for a partner.
How can you forget you have an ancient Egyptian priest in a box? A person who no doubt commanded respect during his life, spent a few thousand years entombed, then a few decades stuffed in a box in a dusty attic. Hardly the noble ending he envisaged in his lifetime!
The famous Curse of King Tut was rumoured to be involved in the premature ends of many involved with the discovery of his burial-place, even though his remains and treasures were treated with respect.
If shoving the bones in a box and then losing them in your attic doesn’t bring down a few plagues upon your house I think it is safe to say these curses are not as threatening as some would have us believe!
My computer and the internet are having relationship problems this week so I see no reason to stray from these appropriate articles about the many, and I suspect turbulent, relationships of the much married Tommy Manville at the moment.
At any time my tenuous connection with the interweb could drop out, and really, he was such a popular fellow these articles are easy to find. Don’t accuse me of laziness, it is really just a kind of speed-posting!
In this article wife number eight is going to send him a birthday cake by helicopter even though they are estranged and have filed assault charges against each other. Hmm, I wonder if the helicopter is going to gently touch down in his lavish gardens and deliver a beautifully decorated cake? I kind of hope it is more like black-clad hitmen with weaponized baking and more assault charges filed in the morning.