Book cover: "The Haunted Mountain" by Mollie Hunter

Sorry it's been so long between posts.¹

• Title: The Haunted Mountain
• Author: Mollie Hunter (1922-2012). Her full name was Maureen Mollie Hunter McIlwraith and she was known for her fantasy-tinged tales that are inspired by Scottish history or folklore. Her 2012 obituary in The Scotsman notes: "She produced most of her books from her home in Milton, a small village near Drumnadrochit in the Highlands, becoming totally immersed in her characters. ... Mollie spent a great deal of her time touring schools and libraries and was made particularly welcome in the United States."
• Illustrator and dust jacket designer: Trevor Ridley, who also illustrated at least one Ruth Manning-Sanders book (Stories from the English and Scottish Ballads).
• Publisher: Hamish Hamilton
• Publication date: 1972 (my copy is the 1974 reprint edition)
• Pages: 127
• Format: Hardcover
• Dust jacket price: £2 net
• Provenance: This book once belonged to Mary Lou White and it has an inscription from the author: "For Mary Lou, Best wishes from Mollie Hunter. 11/7/78"
• Dust jacket excerpt: "There is no doubt that the mountain called Ben MacDui in the Highlands of Scotland is haunted, as this story of MacAllister tells. MacAllister lived long ago in those parts, and he was a very stubborn man. He ignored the Skeelie Woman's² warning not to defy the strange creatures that went by name of 'the Good People' — fairy people they would have been called in English, though they were not at all as fairies are sometimes imagined to be."
• Excerpt #1: MacAllister had a good distance to travel to Peigi-Ann's home — five or six hours riding altogether, in fact — for the track to it was by way of a lairig, as they call a mountain pass, and this lairig was a long one that cut right through the Cairngorm Mountains . The Lairig Ghru — the Gloomy Pass — it is called, for it is a wild and desolate lace and even in high summer that are stretches of it that never see the sun.
• Excerpt #2: "I want more of these!" the Skeelie Woman exclaimed, holding up her fist with the little store of cairngorms clenched in it. "Bring me more of them Fergus — bring me a great double handful of them! If I cannot be part of the world of the sidhe, I want some of the treasure that belongs to it."
• Excerpt #3: The heap of grey stone that was once An Ferla Mor is easy to see among the red granite rock of Ben MacDui, and the lost jewels still lie where they fell around it. The gleaming gold of them among the rocks is easy to see, too, and anyone who chooses may climb the mountain to gather them. However, it would have to be a very brave person indeed who did this ...
• Rating on Goodreads: 4.18 stars (out of 5)
• Goodreads review: In 2018, Bridgett Leslie wrote: "I read this as a child, and it struck me enough that I have remembered it over the years. It was fun to re-read it as an adult. It did not frighten me the way it did when I read it as a nine-year-old, but it was still enjoyable."
• Rating on Amazon: a sterling 4.9 stars (out of 5)
• Amazon review excerpt #1: In 2009, Jo J wrote: "Was disappointed with the quality of books available for my kids ages 7 and 9 and looked for books I read as a child that were fun and clean. Was pleased to find Haunted Mountain for them. It has a great mix of adventure, fantasy, mystery, and fright that is perfect for kids."
• Amazon review excerpt #2: In 2004, Laura Day wrote: "Only true bibliophiles will understand when I ask: Do you remember those books that touched you when you were young? Those that simply spurred you to read further and become a genuine book lover? The Haunted Mountain was mine. It was a book that I read and promptly lost, and couldn't for the life of me remember the author's name or the title! It was a labor of love trying to discover this book for the second time! After countless internet searches I have finally found it! Mollie Hunter is amazing! ... There are elements of magic, love, lore, and sacrifice woven expertly throughout Hunter's novel. This book is an absolute jewel!"
• Another good review: Check out Nick Campbell, who calls it "a cosy novel for the autumn months."

Footnotes

1. In a nutshell, on top of work, I've spent the past month taking care of two dozen indoor cats (four of whom had/have health issues and multiple veterinarian visits), the outdoor feral cats who are trying to weather the 110-degree heat (Mamacita, Creamsicle, Splash, Yinzer, Meowmix and Marmalade), a fledgling raven named Poe who was blown here during a dust storm and now comes for daily snacks alongside the wary cats, a gaggle of baby skunks (one of whom jumped into the pool three times, requiring three rescues) and a raccoon the size of Godzilla. In good news, former outdoor-cat Gumball has made an excellent adjustment to living inside among the other cats. 

2. "Skeelie wife" is an old Scottish term for a woman credited with great or supernatural ability to cure ailments. Their duties often involved assisting in the delivery of babies. And the skeelie wives themselves were often thought to be half-human/half-fairy.

Snapshot & memories: Down the shore

I'm estimating that this photo is from 1978 or 1979. My sister Adriane and I are at the Stone Harbor, New Jersey, beach house of our friends from Delaware County, the Mancills. We look very spiffy in our matching sweaters, which tell us that this wasn't taken in the middle of the summer. I don't know if I can say anything nice about either of our pants, though.

I have three specific down-the-shore memories that involve crabs:

1. When I was very young and at the beach, I would dig holes all afternoon and be fascinated by the sand crabs (aka mole crabs) that I uncovered. They were about the size of marbles and quite harmless; I remember they'd tickle your hands if you let them squiggle through.

2. The Mancills' house was along a large inlet and you could lower crab traps off the backyard retaining wall during high tide. We'd catch all sorts of things, not just crabs. Definitely a few flounder. And I think a starfish or two, though my memory is hazier on that. One time we caught a small "regular" crab and it escaped the trap when we brought it up and started to scamper along the ground. I got too close and its claw grabbed my finger, which caused a mini meltdown on my part. Mom loved telling that story.

3. But the major meltdown on my part came the first time we pulled up the trap and there was a horseshoe crab inside. I was not prepared. I had never heard of horseshoe crabs. I had never seen a horseshoe crab. And then suddenly this thing with no face and a spike protruding from the back was in the cage. I screamed and cried, leading to me getting teased about the incident for decades thereafter, even long after I learned what amazing and harmless creatures they truly are. 

Other snapshots and memories          

• Adorable little me on Mulberry Street
• Kitchen at Willow Street house in Montoursville
• Me and Pop-Pop in the kitchen
• Commodore 64 corner
• (Missing) snapshot & memories: Thanksgiving
• Me & Cyrano
• Me in a Star Trek shirt
• All kids do these days is play video games
• Posing with a Saturn V in 1982
• The Phillies are hot, and so was I
• Relocated fire engine in Montoursville
• Family outfits of 1972
• Our little bookstore
• Well-dressed for first day of nursery school
• At the Penn State computer lab

Monetizing liberty (1911 postcard)

Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness — sure.

But the most truly American thing of all is the pursuit of making a buck.

This looks like a nice postcard that's patriotically highlighting the Liberty Bell, one of the foremost symbols of the United States' struggle for independence. Upon closer examination, the text of the front of the card states: 

"Proclaimed liberty throughout the world. The ENTERPRISE Meat and Food Chopper proclaimed to housewives liberty from the old fashing chopping bowl."

It's an advertisement, y'all. The postcard was published by Souvenir Post Card Company and printed in New York. This one was postmarked on October 24, 1911 — 115 years ago, a few years before World War I — and mailed to Mr. William Bixler of Lickdale, Pennsylvania with a one-cent Benjamin Franklin stamp. Maybe William was considering buying an Enterprise Meat and Food Chopper for his wife as a Christmas present. You know, to give his wife the gift of some "liberty."

The text on the back states:

"There will be a greater profit from pork products this Fall than from hogs on the hoof. Equip now with an ENTERPRISE Sausage Stuffer and Lard Press. Longest service — more profitable all the time. Air cannot enter the casing. 

"Enterprise Meat and Food Chopper. Retains all the juices, because it does not mangle the material, but cuts like shears. Come in and let us show them to you.

"George Krause Hdwe. Co.

Lebanon, Pa."

Having outlived their use to capitalism, Enterprise's choppers and grinders and stuffers are now just offered on the resale market as antiques. Well, I guess that's capitalism, too. Folks trying to make a buck off pieces of the past. Maybe the Liberty Bell will end up in an auction some day, too. (Don't mind me, I'm just grumpy as I write this.)

Arizona's bicentennial meteor crater

While we're slouching toward the next month's semiquincentennial — 45.5% of respondents to an LNP | LancasterOnline poll said they were "indifferent" to America's 250th birthday as it undergoes what is arguably a slow civil war — the celebrations of the United States' bicentennial were much more robust in 1976. 

For example, Arizona's famous Meteor Crater had its own bicentennial-branded postcard 50 years ago. 

Published by Petley Studios¹ of Phoenix, printed by Dexter Press and with a photograph courtesy of American Airlines, the back of the postcard has a somewhat amusing caption:

"The world's best-preserved impact-collision crater pocks the earth about six miles south of U.S. No. 66 between Flagstaff and Winslow, Arizona. Energies released to form this crater (sixty stories deep and 4,150 feet in diameter) were greater than our nuclear blasts. Diamonds were formed instantly, limestone was popped like popcorn, and iron meteorite was vaporized."

Footnote

1. Anne L'Ecuyer's blog The Posted Past ("We trade loneliness for connection, one postcard at a time") has an excellent, detailed post about the history of Petley Studios. It begins: "Bob Petley launched Petley Studios in 1945 with twelve comic postcards. Then, he spent the next four decades photographing the mid-century Southwest from behind a windshield."

Related posts

• Hoping to see UFOs for 1976 bicentennial Independence Day
• Some Phillies Fever from the Bicentennial summer of 1976

Another George Manning-Sanders novel surfaces

I suspect I may be the only one keeping track of such things, but another novel by George Manning-Sanders (1880 or 1881 to 1953, when he died at age 72) for which there's no online record has popped up. (I had both his birth year and death wrong in previous Papergreat posts, by the way.)

I discovered Little Comfort via a listing on eBay. According to the photos and item description, it was published in 1932 by Grayson & Grayson of London. It must be exceedingly rare.

It joins 1930's The Third Day (also published as The Burnt Man) and 1929's Drum and Monkey as confirmed novels by George Manning-Sanders. These may very well be his only three published books, as he was more known as an artist.

The gorgeous dust jacket illustration of Little Comfort seems to promise a tale of life in a rural English town, but who knows? It's a little hard to tell given the level of resolution, but there is what appear to be the initials GM toward the lower right of the cover illustration. So perhaps it's by George himself?

Here's an excerpt from my copy of Drum and Monkey that I randomly turned to:

"Bickford Honey, aged seventeen years, the product of care and the source of contention, strolled in the evening of a summer day toward the home of Mr. Mason. In his trousers pocket there were a few pence, his hat set jauntily on the back of his head, he felt that life was good."

Related posts

• The jaw-dropping dust jackets of George Manning-Sanders' novels
• Jaw-dropping dust jackets of George Manning-Sanders' novels, Part 2
• George Manning-Sanders' short obituary from 1953
• Happy 130th birthday, Ruth Manning-Sanders

Saturday's hand-painted postcard

This colorful handmade postcard arrived this week from Benilde, a Postcrossing member in Spain who is a cook. She also enjoys stamp collecting, architecture, jazz and the restoration of antique furniture, all of which sound like wonderful hobbies that don't require staring at a handheld screen all day. We should all send more postcards, but especially handpainted ones like this. I need to up my art game! 

From 1976: computers & kindness

Browsing through this 1976 edition of Grolier's The New Book of Knowledge Annual, which I really do have to prune, along with a few other similar hefty-size tomes, I came across a few things worth sharing.

First up is an article about KIND, aka the Kindness Club. The Kindness Club, a humane organization, was founded in New Brunswick, Canada, in 1959. The Human Society of the United States took responsibility for the U.S. youth clubs and branded them KIND — Kindness In Nature's Defense.

"To carry out the club's program, members are encouraged to help fight against the abuse of animals. And members do more than speak out when they see evidence of cruelty to animals; they follow their words with actions," the Grolier's article states.

For an update, Wikipedia adds: "In 2009, the Kindness Club's 50th anniversary year, most of its members were in Canada. Continuing to base itself on [Albert] Schweitzer's reverence for life philosophy, the club promotes humane education for children and contributes to local initiatives including subsidized spay/neuter programs and donations of pet food to food banks."

Given that I took a break while putting this post together to take a bowl of food to a skunk on the back patio, I think I might qualify to be in the Kindness Club. 

Meanwhile, another page in this book from a half-century ago touts the emergence of a computer's "artistic skills." 

"This portrait is 'painted' by a computer," the caption states. "It is made up of about 200 separate squares, each in one of 16 shades of gray. The portrait is part of an experiment being carried out by Bell Laboratories 'to learn the least amount of visual information a picture may contain and still be recognizable.' Have someone hold the page about 15 feet (5 meters) away from you, and squint your eyes. Hint: the subject of the portrait was president of the United States during its most critical period."

Indeed, if you hold the computer portrait further away, you can imagine an extremely low-res Abraham Lincoln. 

While the short caption doesn't mention it, the computer programmer for this Lincoln 'portrait' was Leon Harmon. And the image inspired Salvador Dalí to create a famous lithograph (though that's not quite the right description) that has been much-counterfeited. 

I couldn't help but think of how all of this relates to one of the most contentious ideas of our modern moment: generative AI taking the work of human writers and artists and creating "new" content that is just a facsimile of human originality. AI slop barreling toward model collapse.

I saw Backrooms with Ashar a couple days ago, and afterward I struck by this insight about the horror movie from writer Bianca Michelle Parker on Bluesky: "Saw Backrooms. Pretty hard not to read it as an allegory for AI. The Backrooms seem massive and fascinating at a cursory glance, but ultimately just regurgitate stuff at random. They have no meaning, insight or significance and are only of continued interest to those who have no capacity for growth."

I think that's just one of many interesting angles to touch upon regarding Kane Parsons' well-done film about eerie liminal spaces. I'm fascinated and invigorated by how millennials view and try to recreate the 1980s and 1990s. Why they are nostalgic for an era they didn't live through. What they view from those decades as the beginnings of what's gone sideways in the 21st century. And it goes hand in hand with the love some millennials have for "old" physical media, from the world before the internet and smartphones. There's a lot more I hope to dig into.

To end on a completely different note, here's a cool photograph of Bobby Clarke of the 1975 Stanley Cup champion Philadelphia Flyers from the Grolier's book.

From the readers: Montoursville, Skyrim, Africa and much more

I have some catching up to do, because it's the first "From the readers" of 2026 and the first once since early November. Thank you, as always, for your comments and insights! 

Montoursville 2018: My schools (Part 3): Anonymous writes: "Hello Chris. Mr. Derr also showed me (us?) 'Chariots of the Gods' on reel to reel. lol. Hence starting my lifelong interest in UFO topic."

Thanks for commenting! That's pretty hilarious, the idea of a science teacher showing a film about Erich von Däniken's dubious theories regarding ancient astronauts — pseudoscientific theories that weren't even originally his! 

This also reminds me that I was a student at C.E. McCall Middle School in early 1982 when everyone was buzzing in the hallways about The Jupiter Effect — the idea that we were going to suffer great cataclysms on Earth when all of the planets "aligned" on March 10, 1982. As it turned out, we survived. But, hey, those two guys sold a lot of books about it.

Related posts:

• 1967 advertisement for a flying saucer lamp in Saucer News (which contains links to all of the other UFO posts)
• Sunday evening ramblings
• Vintage, foreboding religious tract: The Mark of the Beast

Friday nostalgia: Who remembers 1970s flip-it cartoon books? RickA writes: "Thank you for this post. The memory of this was vague. I couldn't recall what the main book was like — but I distinctly remember the 'flip-book' portion of these. You (and Google AI) helped answer that question and also helped me recall the fun I had with these. I know we had two of them. Now to search for more with your blog helping me start my journey."

You're welcome! I like to think of Papergreat the start of many internet journeys! 

Ringing in the holly-jolly month with a vintage Christmas postcard: Tom from Garage Sale Finds writes: "I have a few Christmas postcards postmarked late on Christmas Eve and I always think of that postman working late on Christmas Eve, stamping postcards (not sure if there was machine for that by then) and thinking how he'd like to wrap things up and get home."

Old postcard featuring Markleton Sanatorium in Somerset County, Pa.: Anonymous writes: "I live on the property where the building was and I know there isn't anything there."

Reader submission: Amazing collection of vintage Cheerful Cards: Anonymous writes: "I remember selling these fondly. I had a suitcase full and sold individual cards as well as boxes. Walked or rode my bike around the neighborhood. Actually sold Cheerful and one other now national company. I still have my business cards from the early to mid 60’s. I am now 71 years old."

Thank you for sharing those memories! 

Holiday hanky from Peoples Laundry & Dry Cleaning: Anonymous writes: "My Father, John Paleczny, started Handy Hanky Inc. in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada. He expanded to the U.S with a shop in Niagara Falls, N.Y. He passed away in January 1962 and the family sold the business to Mr. Harry Hosey of Old Hickory, Tenn."

Thank you for sharing this information! I hope it helps anyone else who might be doing internet journeys into this topic.

Lost Corners: The Skyrim dog tale: Anonymous writes: "Thank you for this. I read the original a long time ago, and wanted to revisit it. Googling 'twitter skyrim adopt a dog' brought me right here."

You're welcome. And I'm glad for any opportunity to repost this image I made of Coby inside a video game.

Victorian trade card for Partridge & Richardson's Bee Hive: EC writes: "Thank you so much for this informative post! I was trying to learn about another trade card from this business; I thought the business itself was Bee Hive, lol!"

Intellivision's "Night Stalker," my first survival horror video game: Anonymous writes: "I can still hear the heartbeat ... playing under all the action and other sounds. Very thematic! So good after all these years ... they did a lot with so very little."

My grandmother's 1982 trip to Africa: Ray from the Along the Ray blog writes: "Talk about.a small world — back in the early 90s I typesetted Holbrook Travel's newsletters that were mailed to their customers. They are still around and rocking it. Thanks for sharing, I enjoy your posts and get them via your RSS feed in my RSS reader."

Oh wow! A small world indeed. This was certainly not a post I expected to connect with someone. Thank you for reading Papergreat! (Also, you and I are in the dwindling group of folks who know what typesetting is.)

Book cover: Ida Chittum's "Tales of Terror" (1975): Anonymous writes: "A fascinating and colorful look at the books, life and mind of an authentic writer and storyteller from a wild and lost world. Full of beauty and mystery."

Who wants to join me in buying a crumbling, haunted British estate? Henry Thompson asks: "Does anyone know who now owns Downe Court Manor? I lived there in the 1960s. The ghost photo through the trees was taken by my father. If you do know who owns the place these days? I have some 18th and 19th century documents relating to the house and the Selby-Smyth family, and these may be of interest to the owner. email: hodt11@gmail.com"

Old photo postcard of Brackenhurst Hall in Southwell: And here's another query: "My grandfather worked there as butler for Lord and Lady Hickling. My mother was born in one of estate cottages in 1920 and her two sisters several years later. I lived at No. 1 Home Farm and spent my childhood there.

My father was the head herdsman following WWII —1973. Or thereabouts. There were quite a few families living in the farm houses. The Millards, Paul Millard whom I played with in school holidays, the Thicketts, their daughter had polio and her father was a lecturer, Mr. & Mrs. Lythe, Farm Principle, Mr. & Mrs. Mee next door to Number 1 our house. Contact me at (apaws4chat@gmail.com) if you would like to chat more about Brackenhurst."

The (new) oddest stuff I've found tucked inside a book: Commenting on this 2012 post, Anonymous writes: "Thank you for your research. I found several skeins of embroidery floss at a thrift store from Cynthia Mills. I am so happy to know more about the Mill"

Luckyday buttons — the talk of the town: Anonymous writes: "I have 2 cards, both with the 6 buttons, strawberry blonde hair, red hat with white flower. Also have a Lady Washington Pearls, 6 blue men's shirt buttons. The man on this card has a white shirt, red tie, and is holding a golf club."

RIP Art Bell, of the Kingdom of Nye: This feels like a good one to bookend with the first comment in this roundup. Commenting on this 2018 post, Anonymous writes: "Listened to him as a kid laying down in the back seat of our car as my family drove home late night. Today I’m 65 years old and I listen to his podcasts nearly every light. Can’t get enough. Love ya Art!"

Gimbels & Gumball

As I continue unhoarding/resimplifying, here's my grandmother's card for Gimbels, a chain of department stores that closed for good in 1987. Her last name is misspelled on the card, which is fairly par for the course with that name.

As I wrote in a 2013 post, "Gimbels was around from 1887 to 1987 before being liquidated. It was headquartered in New York City and once had the biggest chain of department stores in the United States. But perhaps its greatest legacy came in Philadelphia. ... It was in the City of Brotherly Love that Gimbels launched the first department-store parade. The first Gimbels Thanksgiving Day Parade was held in Philadelphia in 1920."

In addition to the 2013 post, here are some other posts that have mentioned Gimbels over the years:

• Brighten your summer with vacation specials from Lit Brothers
• Neat stuff from an 1880 volume of Edgar Allan Poe's works
• Moon landing clippings, Part 5

Beembom never threw away an old ID, credit card, driver's license or business card, so I've been pruning them slowly since we cleaned out the house on Oak Crest Lane. This Gimbels one is kind of neat, which is no reason to keep it. But it might fetch a few bucks. It looks like they can sell for about $10 apiece on eBay, so maybe there's a collector/nostalgist out there who wants it and I get enough to buy a few cans of cat food.

Speaking of cats, we have managed to add another one to the household. Outdoor community cat Gumball, who I mentioned in early March, seemed to be sick and struggling, so on April 29 I trapped him (which itself was a minor miracle, because I'd been trying for months to TNR him) and took him to a veterinarian. Turns out he had multiple broken teeth, bad tartar buildup and a gum infection. We got him all fixed up with surgery (including neutering) and now he's staying in our guest bedroom. And here's the amazing part: It turns out he absolutely loves people. He is the sweetest boy. He loves pets and scritches on every part of his body, including his belly. He loves to cuddle. And he hasn't displayed a single antagonistic trait toward people. This strongly reinforces my belief that he wasn't born feral. He must gotten lost from his human family or, more likely, abandoned by human dillweeds. We have several cases like that, sadly, probably including Yinzer and Marmalade, who I also mentioned in March.

Given his love for people, Gumball can't (and won't) just be tossed back outside. So we'll find ways to start integrating him into the household with other cats ... or perhaps there's another human who can offer him a forever home. Either way, he's safe now and he'll get his daily pets and scritches. And, yes, his Temptation treats. And look at those blue eyes! 

Some Postcrossing arrivals

I've had some time to get back into Postcrossing a little bit, and I've received some nice cards and messages in the mail the past few days. 

The "A Call for Peace" postcard is a Karen Kerney design that's available from the Syracuse Cultural Workers website. Sender Misty, who lives in Georgia with her family, eight cats, dog and a tortoise, hopes for a better world for all.

The card featuring the "Outlaw Guns" and "No Nukes" buttons is from the collection of the Busy Beaver Button Museum and was mailed to me by a "friendly ghost" in Maine. "Friendly ghost" writes: "I hope the future is governed by science, peace, and collaboration."

And on the vintage card showing the southern tip of Manhattan, sender Amy writes: "This card came from my dad's apt. when I cleaned it out. Seeing the Twin Towers brings back memories of that sad day. I wish religion and politics would bring the world together — instead of tearing us apart. Pray for peace."

It's the 50th anniversary of the opening of Brigantine Castle

Brigantine Castle, the haunted attraction on the pier in Brigantine, New Jersey, opened 50 years ago, on Memorial Day weekend in 1976. It was in operation for less than a decade and burned down before it could be demolished, but it lives on in the memories of many who went to the Jersey shore's beaches in the late 1970s and early 1980s. 

In fact, it's in so many memories that it spurred more than 600 comments on a Vintage Philadelphia post on Facebook that went up just this morning. Just a few of those comments:

• "I remember going as a kid. I thought it was a real castle. What a great time to be alive."
• "Scary tv commercials wedged in between the terrifying 'Creature Double Feature' on channel 48"
• "Its TV commercials were the first time I ever heard J.S. Bach's iconic Toccata and Fugue."
• "I went through it as a kid. Remember the fake rats going across my feet!"
• "Best Job I ever had!!"
• "We went the year it opened & didn't get past the first floor, that witch did us in. Granted we were 5, 10, 11 & 13."
• "The vampire that jumped out of the portrait scared the crap out of me!"

I wrote a fair bit about Brigantine Castle in this 2016 post, which you can check out, so for this anniversary I wanted to share some images from a hard-to-find brochure that I managed to track down a few years ago.

Related posts

• Brochure for the Boris Karloff Wax Museum in Niagara Falls 
• 1977 children's book about actual (maybe) haunted house
• Dilapidated structures of Southern Jersey

T.E. Dikty, regarding science and science fiction 70 years ago

One of the reasons I've held onto The Best Science-Fiction Stories and Novels: 1956, which I purchased from Jim Lewin at the York Emporium, for so long is because it features an excellent and compelling introductory essay by T.E. Dikty, whose lived from 1920 to 1991 and whose full name was Thaddeus Maxim Eugene "Ted" Dikty.

It seems to me that in this time of treacherous antiscience, rejection of historical truths and a warming world ever-teetering on the brink of greater violence, some of these passages by Dikty are worth amplifying:

• "This was the year when the United States announced it would shortly launch an Earth satellite, when hundreds of lives were saved by the polio vaccine, and when a general announced that hundreds of millions — friend and foe —  would be lost in the event of another war because of radioactive fallout."
• "In Germany, a major science-fiction crisis impended when the government was about to ban Utopia and Utopia Grossband on the grounds they contained 'atomic war' stories. Due in large part to a plea by well-known American science-fiction fan and agent Forrest J Ackerman, the German censor board reversed its stand and allowed the magazines to continue."
• "Parents throughout the nation would have no difficulty at all in pointing out the most signficant science development during the year. That was the vaccination — after some delays — of children and expectant mothers with the Salk polio vaccine. Although not 100% effective, there was no doubt that the vaccine substantially reduced the number of cases."
• "Atomic power for peaceful uses was being investigated more eagerly each year, with the realization that by the year 2000 the world will be using eight times as much energy as it does now and fossil fuels will be incapable of supplying this demand." 
• "Electronic brains were in the news again. This time they were going to replace the weatherman in forecasting the weather."  
• "A guided missile was developed which is guided to its target by the heat given off by said target (and in what science-fiction story did we first read about this?)."
• "With every passing day Tomorrow was a little closer, and science-fiction writers had to be spry and inventive to stay ahead of onrushing technology. The world of the future was no longer just around the corner —  it was racing pell mell up the block."

April 2026 morning sun shelfie

An Ace Giant Double of Charlotte Armstrong novels

Today we have an Ace Giant Double featuring two novels; flip it over and you get the second novel! 

• Titles: The Better to Eat You & Mischief
• Author: Charlotte Armstrong (1905-1969). The best article I found about her was published on PopMatters in 2015 and written by Imran Khan, whose insights include: "Why Armstrong’s novels have never left the indelible impression that the works of her fellow female mystery-writers have may be the biggest mystery surrounding her. Like many authors of her ilk, Armstrong’s women were fearless investigators of their environments, digging for clues, crossing boundaries and generally engaging in what was considered a 'man’s work.' But her characters were more than just women combating the realms of male-dominated environs; they also re-envisioned the roles that were designed by women writers like Armstrong herself. Her women opened the same forbidden doors to the same cellars that the women in the stories of Agatha Christie and Patricia Wentworth did, scavenging the deep, dark depths of a mystery for some decisive clue. But Armstrong’s characters also opened doors for other reasons; widening the shafts on the predicaments of their intrinsic mysteries, their inner worlds were just as much up for cross-examination as were the murdering fiends of the author’s tales. Armstrong knew, in essence, that her stories were only as good as the women leading them."
• Cover illustrator: Unknown, to the best of my research, which is a real bummer. Cover illustrations for mid-century mystery novels are not nearly as well documented online as sci-fi and fantasy covers. If anyone knows, please leave a comment! 
• Is that a scary clown on the cover of The Better to Eat You? Yes.
• Does ... does the clown eat people? It's unclear.
• Publisher: Ace Books (G-521)
• Publication date: July 1965 (Mischief was originally published in 1950 & The Better to Eat You was originally published in 1954.)
• Pages: Mischief is 123 pages and The Better to Eat You is 164 pages.
• Format: Paperback
• Price: 50 cents
• Excerpt from The Better to Eat You: "Sarah sat before her typewriter, holding her head together with both hands. All the long train of her sorrows was dragging through her memory."
• Excerpt from Mischief: "Bunny listened politely to the story. When Mommy read, the story seemed more interesting. When Daddy read to her, it was interesting, too, although Daddy never did finish a story. He always got off to explaining something, and the explaining turned out to be another story."
• Film adaptation: Mischief was made into the 1952 movie Don't Bother to Knock, featuring Marilyn Monroe, Anne Bancroft and Elisha Cook Jr. It's considered to be one of Monroe's best acting performances.
• Mischief's rating on Goodreads: 3.63 stars (out of 5)
• Goodreads review excerpt: In 2016, E.G. wrote: "A chilling read, suspenseful to the end and a view of insanity that is very present and forceful. It is a dark read -- bordering on too dark -- and that sometimes makes the characters annoying."
• The Better to Eat You's rating on Goodreads: 3.58 stars (out of 5)
• Goodreads review excerpt: In 2018, Historygirl wrote: "This is a comic thriller. Truly scary but with a screwball comedy element. The Better to Eat You features an extended literary metaphor that gets funnier and funnier as the book goes on. It is also an excellent romance."
• But what about the clown?? I guess you'll have to find out for yourself.

The post with 18,000+ pageviews

A "popular" new Papergreat post will get maybe 20 pageviews in its first 24 hours. This blog isn't exactly a buzzing hub of internet activity. So it was to my great surprise last month when I discovered that the quick and silly post Ingredients list found in the parking lot of a Circle K in Florence had thousands of pageviews during its first day. It has now accumulated about 18,400 pageviews.

All of this is because the post was chosen for aggregation by an AI-powered "news" site called Newsbreak, which gathers others' reporting on community news and puts it together in one stream for local readers. 

I imagine that the "found in the parking lot of a Circle K in Florence" portion of the post title is what caught the "eye" of the AI. Because a human being with journalism training would never have selected such a post to aggregate as "breaking news." So let that part be yet another lesson regarding the deep limitations of AI. 

At least Newsbreak states up front: "It’s essential to note our commitment to transparency: Our Terms of Use acknowledge that our services may not always be error-free, and our Community Standards emphasize our discretion in enforcing policies. As a platform hosting over 100,000 pieces of content published daily, we cannot pre-vet content, but we strive to foster a dynamic environment for free expression and robust discourse through safety guardrails of human and AI moderation."

I'm not sure how many people read that note, though. Newsbreak's readers questioned why it was aggregating an incredibly nonessential post from Papergreat. Some of their comments:

• Why is this news worthy?
• how is this news
• lmao why is this in the news?
• lmfao I cannot believe this made the news!
• Well this source is getting blocked
• why in the f**k is this a news article
• Why is this even a post.
• slow day huh
• why is this news and why did someone actually take the time
• This is news worthy because of what??? I’ll wait for a reasonable answer

Clearly, some of them still don't understand this is what you're going to get when you remove humans from the equation and let a bunch of code try to figure out what's "newsworthy." It just so dumb that we're trying to have AI reinvent a wheel that wasn't broken.

Thomas Baekdal asked in 2024, "Why do news aggregator apps keep failing?" and found that the initial answer is quite simple: 

"We already have all the news aggregators we need. ... Every single national and local newspaper is a news aggregator. It's a publication where the journalists look at millions of different things that have happened in the world over the past 24 hours, and then they have picked out (aggregated) the news stories that they feel you need to see. ... So, newspapers are news aggregators. Which also means that all the news aggregators are just aggregating other news aggregators... and that just doesn't make much sense, neither in terms of audience or business model. ... For some strange reason, many tech entrepreneurs never realized this."

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For what it's worth, all of the interest generated did get some folks to comment on the blog post (not the Newsbreak post) with ideas regarding what all the ingredients were for.

Guesses ranged from "some sort of sweet and spicy marinara sauce using honey" to pork roast with hot honey drizzle to pizza to pork barbecue. It's not clear whether they might have asked an AI chatbot to generate those guesses...

Easter mystery postcard

This badly damaged Easter postcard, with its image of children and chickens worshipping a child-sized pink egg, is quite the mystery. Would be very happy to get some feedback and insight, starting with the language and translation of the text at the top of the card (see closeup below). After some internet searching, my very tentative guess is that this is Kurrent, an old form of Germany handwriting based on medieval cursive, according to Wikipedia. It's also known as Kurrentschrift or deutsche Schrift. It was phased out in schools and eventually became obsolete starting in the 1910s. Am I way off? What do you think?

The back of the postcard adds to the mystery and I have little insight beyond some more guesses. One guess on my part is that the 9 4 13 in the postmark signifies April 9, 1913. That's a good bit after Easter, though, which I believe was March 23 in 1913. Meanwhile, the word ВЕНДЕНЪ appears in the first postmark. Again with some internet help, I'm going to guess this is (1) a place name, (2) pre-revolutionary Russian, written in Cyrillic script. Clearly different from the printed script on the front of the card. And what place is ВЕНДЕНЪ? That may translate to Wenden, of which there were several in Germany. There's also Cēsis, Latvia, for which the German name is Wenden. The second postmark contains the word ЛИГАТЪ, but I can't glean much insight from that. 

Please share your thoughts and clues regarding this fascinating very old postcard! 

Guerre

Whenever I fall into a rut of not posting, whether it's due to busyness, stress, depression, despair at world events or some combination of the above, I typically look through postcards to find something that can spark me to break the streak. In this instance, I already knew which postcard I wanted, but I had to go through the entire shoebox to find it. 

I used to have about a half-dozen of these postcards labeled "Guerre 1914-1918." I no longer remember how I acquired them. And this might be the only one I still have, unless the others are elsewhere. Over the years, I've thought often about posting one of them, but there never ended up being a match between the motivation and the moment. 

Now seems like a grimly appropriate global moment.

The photograph for this Great War postcard was taken by Marcel Delboy and was #48 in a series. According to the website undivided-back postcards, Jacques Marcel Delboy (1882-1941) was based in Bordeaux, France: "Delboy published his work as black & white collotype postcards and souvenir booklets. Some of his cards were hand-coloured. He later used Delboy and Yobled (Delboy in reverse) logos."

This postcard features the Great War devastation in Fismes, a commune in northern France. The caption is in both French and English, with the English version stating "Esplanade street after the bombardment of the Germans." 

This photo is likely associated with the monthlong Battle of Fismes and Fismette (Fismette being a hamlet linked to Fismes by bridge), which took up most of August 1918. More than 2,000 Americans were killed and nearly 14,000 wounded during the month of fighting. There are no historical figures for French or German casualties. The horror created a lasting bond between Fisme and Pennsylvania (particularly Meadville), where many of the soldiers had been from.

Hervey Allen (1889-1949), a National Guard soldier from Pittsburgh who survived the gassing, fires, shrapnel and shell shock of the Battle of Fismes and Fismette, wrote this in his memoir, Toward the Flame:

"It took me about half an hour to crawl to the river. I had to put my mask on at the last, as the mustard gas was strong in the little hollow in which I lay. My hands were smarting. Some of the shells brought my heart into my mouth; lying there waiting for them was intolerable. I was sure I was going to be blown to pieces. The river was very nearly in flood and so there was no bank, the field gradually getting soggy and swampy till it sloped out into the water. There was a lot of submerged barbed wire that made going ahead very painful and slow. I had, of course, to throw away my mask as it got full of water. My pistol went also. It was too heavy to risk.

"Once in the water, I worked under the single board of the footbridge, shifting along hand over hand, which took me halfway across. There I struck out, plunging in a few strokes to the other side and working through the wire. Swimming with shoes was not so difficult as I had thought, but the cold water seemed to take all my courage, which was what I needed more than ever. Our own machine guns were playing along the railroad track on our side of the river. After getting across, it seemed for a while that I would be caught between the two fires.

"I lay there in the river for a minute and gave up. When you do that something dies inside."

Ingredients list found in the parking lot of a Circle K in Florence

This small piece of paper was on the ground of the parking lot at a Circle K in Florence this morning. I am, of course, that guy who would pick it up and take it with me, even though it's been trod upon and could potentially be covered in mysterious bacteria from outer space that turns everything into triffids. But an ephemeraologist must take these risks.

Here's a transcript of what's on the paper:

Ingedients [sic] list

Hot Honey

Unbleached Bread flour, Purified Water, Extra Virgin Olive Oil, Kosher Salt, Active Dry Yeast, Roma Tomatos, Onion, Garlic, Roasted Fresno Chiles, Pasteurized Milk, Vinegar, Citric Acid, enzymes, Pork, Honey, Basil

So, what does all of this make? How does the pork fit in? Why are no quantities listed? And it's Hot Honey — what? Is this a from-scratch pizza? A stromboli? I really need some culinary experts to provide insight in the comments section. 

Also, I hope the person dropped this after the trip to the grocery store.

Related posts

• Grocery list left behind on shelf at the supermarket
• Ephemera seen on Weis parking lot at 8:32 p.m. on 12/11/18
• Painted rock in parking lot of Fry's grocery store in San Tan Valley
• In which my wife comes up with a new category of ephemera

Saturday's postcard from Tokyo

Something cheerful for a grim state-of-the-world Saturday: This lovely postcard arrived this week from a fellow Postcrosser in Tokyo, Japan. I love that cat peeking in the doorway. The whole image reminds me of Fruits Basket, for some reason. On the back of the wonderfully decorated card (see below) she writes:

Hello, Chris, my name is Miki and I live in Tokyo. I want to be a journalist in the future, so I'm studying hard. The postcard's picture is Japanese traditional fall event. In Japanese countryside, people make dried persimmons. If you have a chance to visit Japan, I think autumn is the best season. I hope you are having a good day!

Here are some links for more on Hoshigaki (Japanese dried persimmons):

• Persimmons: A Sweet Autumn Tradition in Japan
• Hoshigaki: A Beautiful Fall Tradition
• Why I’m Hand-Massaging Persimmons Every Day (& Loving It)
• The History of Japan’s Autumn Harvest Festivals

Ghoulardi's kid

Speaking of TV horror hosts (as we were last week with Zacherley), Ghoulardi: Inside Cleveland TV's Wildest Ride, is a wonderful book about Ernie Anderson's antics as late-night host Ghoulardi on  Cleveland's Channel 8 (WJW) from 1963 to 1966. He is one of the most widely and fondly remembered of the regional horror hosts. And one of the most influential.

As Tom Feran and R.D. Heldenfels wrote in this 1997 book, WJW and Anderson "created an icon of popular culture whose legacy, decades later, would defy the disposable standards of modern media. Television was growing, still rough around the edges, into the common thread of community consciousness. Ghoulardi would first conquer it, amassing an audience of a size unimaginable today; and then transcend it, surviving in memories, attitudes, and language of a generation who would carry him to even wider attention."

It's a terrific book and one I highly recommend. And it comes with a fun coda. This passage appears on the final two pages of the book:

"Ernie's son Paul, an up-and-coming movie director, is stirring up trouble as eagerly as his father did. Paul's first movie, Hard Eight, came and went, but his second feature, Boogie Nights, was causing comment months before it was released. A look at the people working in and around the pornographic movie business in the '70s, the movie was the subject of eyebrow-raising stories about its subject, its male frontal nudity, and its two-and-a half-to-three-hour length. ... Through the efforts of the twenty-six-year-old auteur, it also boasted a cast of solid players like Don Cheadle, Julianne Moore, and William H. Macy. 'The worst thing you can do is be wishy-washy,' Paul said of moviemaking. His old man seems to have lived his whole life by the code, and Paul acknowledged 'I definitely inherited that trait.' As Boogie Nights sat on the verge of national release, Paul said he was next considering making a film about his dad — one that would focus especially on his years as Ghoulardi. He already had paid tribute to his father by naming his production firm The Ghoulardi Film Company."

Indeed, filmmaker Paul Thomas Anderson is the son of Ghoulardi — Ernie Anderson.

Anderson hasn't made a movie specifically about Ghoulardi yet, but his most recent film, One Battle After Another, is up for 13 Oscars this coming weekend. To which Ghoulardi might exclaim, “Stay sick, knif!”