<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302276386457931573</id><updated>2011-09-30T03:00:41.376-07:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='1900s'/><category term='1800s'/><category term='Victorian Era'/><category term='children'/><category term='newsboys'/><category term='crime'/><category term='society'/><category term='clothing'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='history'/><category term='culture'/><category term='historical overview'/><category term='1860s'/><category term='mental health'/><category term='books and literature'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='1870s'/><category term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Exploring the history of New York City</title><subtitle type='html'>Articles about Old New York, early urban landscaping, and history.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eliza Osborn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277839161170573789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/SpmzVRbNv5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BtutG7SXfzc/S220/Ohheyitsmeagain.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302276386457931573.post-5668487773667916651</id><published>2009-05-12T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:27:32.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1900s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1800s'/><title type='text'>Ready-To-Wear Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From shop to store: &lt;i&gt;prêt-a-porter&lt;/i&gt; sales have been a long time coming. In the Middle Ages and Renaissance, clothiers' guilds limited the mass production of clothes, but by the 1700s, the US, China, and Europe could all boast flourishing clothing industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1820, the measuring tape was invented, which helped make consistent sizing methods. And in 1846, Elias Howe's sewing machine further increased the availability of clothes made &lt;i&gt;en masse&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the American Civil War, the demand for mass-produced uniforms was high. Sizes became standardized so that soldiers order uniforms to fit without much, if any, tailoring. After the war, men's clothes retained the standard sizing, making it easy to buy ready-made clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tjn2n1CMss0/SfmXizHVJhI/AAAAAAAACqo/M_nsv22B0KE/s1600-h/5thAveQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto 0px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tjn2n1CMss0/SfmXizHVJhI/AAAAAAAACqo/M_nsv22B0KE/s400/5thAveQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330458258061993490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Department stores grew in popularity.  The first of these stores, &lt;i&gt;Le Bon Marche&lt;/i&gt; ("the good deal"), opened in Paris in 1838. In New York, Alexander Turney Stewart opened his own store, aptly named AT Stewart, also called The Marble Palace, on Broadway (pictured). The Marble Palace officially became a department store in 1858, and by 182, it was linked with Macy's, B. Altman, and Lord &amp;amp; Taylor to form "The Ladies' Mile" on Broadway. In 1869, Stewart became a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stores followed.  In 1872, Bloomingdale's opened, and Bergdorf-Goodman opened its swanky doors in 1906.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tjn2n1CMss0/SfmX37_N56I/AAAAAAAACqw/tbGkM4wANQU/s1600-h/1210.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px 10px 5px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tjn2n1CMss0/SfmX37_N56I/AAAAAAAACqw/tbGkM4wANQU/s200/1210.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330458621221136290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac Singer's electric sewing machine, which had come out in 1889, was another catalyst for ready-made clothing. Clothing factories popped up all over the world, since garment making had never been easier. Using an electric machines in an assembly line, even the most unskilled seamstresses could be of use, as they only had to learn how to make a single piece of clothing. This also created a way for clothing manufacturers to branch out into women's clothing, starting with shirtwaists, which are long, tapered blouses worn with flowing skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sears, Roebuck &amp;amp; Co., which had begun as a mail-order service in 1839, took on clothing manufacturer Julius Rosenwald as part owner in 1895. With the addition of ready-to-wear clothing available in standard sizes, the catalog grew from 320 pages, to more than 530. In 1925, Sears opened its first retail store. By the end of 1929, 319 stores had popped across America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready-to-wear clothing had found a place in the middle-class, where people were too busy to make their own clothes but not wealthy enough to hire someone to custom-sew them. After World War II, &lt;i&gt;haute couture&lt;/i&gt; ready-to-wear began to pop up in Europe from designers like Dior and Givenchy, names still expensive today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302276386457931573-5668487773667916651?l=oldnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/5668487773667916651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1302276386457931573&amp;postID=5668487773667916651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/5668487773667916651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/5668487773667916651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/ready-to-wear-fashion.html' title='Ready-To-Wear Fashion'/><author><name>Eliza Osborn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277839161170573789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/SpmzVRbNv5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BtutG7SXfzc/S220/Ohheyitsmeagain.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tjn2n1CMss0/SfmXizHVJhI/AAAAAAAACqo/M_nsv22B0KE/s72-c/5thAveQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302276386457931573.post-1816810750841953755</id><published>2009-05-12T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:26:15.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1870s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victorian Era'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1800s'/><title type='text'>The Grand Street School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School isn't just for good little boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1870s, there thrived in the Lower East Side of New York City, a school open to children of all colors and creeds.  Located near the intersection of Grand and Clinton Streets in a dry good shop owned by Prussian immigrant Wolfe Mandelbaum, The Grand Street School became the most  highly esteemed school for young criminals in the United States. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the school was established, Wolfe's wife, Fredericka, had become New York City's most well-respected receiver of stolen goods.  She employed expert pickpockets and thieves who not only helped fill two large Manhattan warehouses with items that once belonged to the city's finest families, but took in children aged ten and younger to learn how to scam, cutpurse, and rob.  Even the adanced classes in safe cracking, burglary, blackmail and con artistry were free of initial charge for astute students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best and brightest graduates of the Grand Street School were offered salaried positions, but they had to surrender anything they stole.  This offering didn't last long: "Marm" Mandelbaum found several of these employees were double dealing by turning in their better finds to her rivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Street School only operated for six years, when, in an act of rebellion, a well-known police officer's son applied for training.  Marm Mandelbaum realized the educational venture was too common and bad for her other businesses.  In 1884, Marm Mandelbaum--New York's own Fagin--was captured in a sting operation led by the Pinkerton Detective Agency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302276386457931573-1816810750841953755?l=oldnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/1816810750841953755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1302276386457931573&amp;postID=1816810750841953755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/1816810750841953755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/1816810750841953755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/grand-street-school.html' title='The Grand Street School'/><author><name>Eliza Osborn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277839161170573789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/SpmzVRbNv5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BtutG7SXfzc/S220/Ohheyitsmeagain.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302276386457931573.post-7111946286682202107</id><published>2009-03-03T04:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:22:59.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracker Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The more you eat, the more you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1908, Jack Norworth penned the song, "Take Me Out to the Ball Game", the chorus of which became famous, and is still sung at baseball games today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whatscookingamerica.net/History/crackerjack.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 329px;" src="http://whatscookingamerica.net/History/crackerjack.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;Katie Casey was base ball mad.&lt;br /&gt;Had the fever and had it bad;&lt;br /&gt;Just to root for the home town crew,&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry sou Katie blew.&lt;br /&gt;On a Saturday, he young beau&lt;br /&gt;Called to see if she'd like to go,&lt;br /&gt;To see a show but Miss Kate said,&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'll tell you what you can do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;"Take me out to the ball game,&lt;br /&gt;Take me out with the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I never get back,&lt;br /&gt;Let me root, root, root for the home team,&lt;br /&gt;If they don't win it's a shame.&lt;br /&gt;For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,&lt;br /&gt;At the old ball game."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official story tells that upon finding out his brother's secret for keeping the popcorn and peanuts from sticking together, Louis Rueckheim exclaimed, "That's cracker jack!"  WH Rueckheim liked the term so much, he has it trademarked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Packaging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1899, Cracker Jack began to be sold in boxes, rather than tubs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Henry Eckstein (1860-1935), a part owner and partner of the company, invented the   "triple proof package" or "waxed sealed package," a moisture proof paper   package to retain freshness. This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;new type of packaging allowed the company   to mass produce and sell Cracker Jacks worldwide, and thus become a national   icon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  -- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://whatscookingamerica.net/History/PopcornHistory.htm"&gt;What's Cooking America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In 1908, fifteen years after introduction of the molasses-covered candy and popcorn concoction at the World's Fair in Chicago, Norworth's song solidifies the candy corn's place in American culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Prizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1912, Cracker Jack offered "a prize in every box."  Some of these prizes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miniature magnifying glass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiny toys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Booklets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morse code charts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Presidential cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie player cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novelty whistles&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; A collection of prizes &lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/jeepers/archives.html"&gt;can be found here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mascots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1918, Sailor Jack and Bingo appear on the packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracker Jack has been included in famous fiction works such as Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath and the film Breakfast at Tiffany's.&lt;br /&gt;The US Navy's traditional uniform is called "The Cracker Jack."&lt;br /&gt;July 5 is National Cracker Jack Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complete set (176) of 1915 Cracker Jack prize baseball cards was sold for $800,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302276386457931573-7111946286682202107?l=oldnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7111946286682202107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1302276386457931573&amp;postID=7111946286682202107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/7111946286682202107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/7111946286682202107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/2009/03/cracker-jack.html' title='Cracker Jack'/><author><name>Eliza Osborn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277839161170573789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/SpmzVRbNv5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BtutG7SXfzc/S220/Ohheyitsmeagain.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302276386457931573.post-8223431201915470100</id><published>2009-02-13T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:32:34.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Five NYC History Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Friday Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;Five NYC History Blogs of Wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theboweryboys.blogspot.com"&gt;The Bowery Boys&lt;/a&gt;.  A friend turned me on to these guys, named after the infamous 19th century Manhattan gang.  I WILL LISTEN TO ANYONE WHO IS NAMED AFTER AN INFAMOUS 19th CENTURY MANHATTAN GANG.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ephemeralnewyork.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ephemeral New York&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahistoryofnewyork.com/"&gt;A History of New York&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newyorkology.com/index.php"&gt;NewYorkology.&lt;/a&gt;  Okay, this site considers itself a travel guide, and has a lot of current goings-on listed.  But even the most focused-on-contemp NYC blogs makes note of history.  Because the history is vital to NYC.  And that's one of the things I love the most about the city.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://lostnewyorkcity.blogspot.com"&gt;Lost New York City&lt;/a&gt;.  A personal favorite, because it pays a lot of attention to Red Hook.  And Red Hook is important.  Because I said so.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302276386457931573-8223431201915470100?l=oldnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8223431201915470100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1302276386457931573&amp;postID=8223431201915470100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/8223431201915470100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/8223431201915470100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-nyc-history-blogs.html' title='Five NYC History Blogs'/><author><name>Eliza Osborn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277839161170573789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/SpmzVRbNv5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BtutG7SXfzc/S220/Ohheyitsmeagain.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302276386457931573.post-7895679224188009897</id><published>2008-08-05T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:54:55.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1900s'/><title type='text'>Chinatown's Tong Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.elizatucker.com/journal" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All wars begin on smaller scales: a push for more freedom, a governmental revolution, or the desire for resources. New York City of the mid-1800s was no different. Dozens of gangs, small and large, violent and not-so-violent, ran the city with their support of the police through grafts and vice rackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Originally, life within the Chinese communities was dominated by a few large family and district associations with restrictive membership. As a protective response to their dominance mutual aid associations, so-called tongs, emerged. The tongs adopted the norms and values of the Triad subculture. Their secretive nature, combined with the fact that they could recruit members without traditional restrictions, enabled them to overpower the family and district associations and to take on the social functions of arbitration, protection and exploitation in Chinatown. A tong is not a criminal organization per se, but a natural means of obtaining and using mutually obligate bonds (guanxi) for both criminal and non-criminal purposes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Organizing Chinatown: Race and Racketeering in New York City, 1890-1910&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Scott McIllwain&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson, NC: McFarland, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/findagrave/photos/2002/174/5931_1024947521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 0pt 5px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 521px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/findagrave/photos/2002/174/5931_1024947521.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Photo: Mock Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tongs first emigrated to the American West, they served as mutual aid societies. Quickly the 'mutual aid' provided began to resemble the strongarm tactics of the mafia and Irish mob. The tongs spread across the US to Chicago, Boston, and New York City. In the early 1900s, two Chinese gangs took hold of the few Manhattan blocks known as Chinatown. Led by newcomer Sai Wing Mock, known as Mock Duck or "Clay Pigeon", the Hip Sings launched a war against the much larger On Leong Tong, led by press-and-police pet, Tom Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mock Duck, at age 22, politely asked the older, legendary Tom Lee for half the revenues of all of the On Leong gambling and prostitution rackets. After a long stare, Tom Lee laughed and walked away, without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, Mock Duck set fire to an On Leong boarding house, killing two tong members. Shortly after, an On Leong member was attacked by two hatchetmen. Tom Lee replied to the attack with an order to kill all Hip Sing members, with an emphasis on Mock Duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mock Duck survived stabbings and shootings, and began wearing a chain mail vest under his clothes. Known for his terrible aim with a gun, Mock Duck soon realized his best chance against the hatchetmen was to stoop to the ground, duck his head, shut his eyes, and shoot two pistols in any direction he pleased. Using this method, Mock Duck rarely failed to hit his attackers, but often hit innocent bystanders as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Lee put a $1000 price on Mock Duck's head--that's almost $25,000 in today's currency--and the warrant fueled the fires in the Tong Wars. Meanwhile, Mock Duck was busy securing his tong's ties to the Four Brothers, China's oldest and most respected family guild. The Four Brothers joined the war against the On Leongs after Mock Duck promised them cultural power in New York. Mock Duck also drafted the two most dangerous hatchetmen in San Francisco, who are estimated to have murdered around 100 men in the Tong Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Tom Lee had the police force in his pocket, so Mock Duck appealed to the religious reformers for added support. He told the popular Rev. Charles Parkhurst about the good Chinese trying to live honestly, and about the terrible vices the On Leongs pushed upon them, such as the singsong girls (prostitutes) and the opium dens. Mock Duck provided Parkhurst with a list of On Leong's establishment, and Parkhurst used his favor with most of New York's upper class to force the authorities into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mock Duck kept the Ace up his sleeve. Tom Lee realized that Mock Duck hadn't given Parkhurst any addresses along On Leong's Mott Street, from whence the On Leong's highest revenue came. Tom Lee couldn't turn over any information about the Hip Sings in retaliation if he wanted to stay in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1906, Tom Lee finally conceded, only to try to rebuild the On Leongs in 1909. This time, the police involved themselves fully, working toward peace more than profit. These battles, fought within just five diminutive city blocks, were responsible for approximately 350 deaths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302276386457931573-7895679224188009897?l=oldnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7895679224188009897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1302276386457931573&amp;postID=7895679224188009897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/7895679224188009897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/7895679224188009897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/2008/08/chinatowns-tong-wars.html' title='Chinatown&apos;s Tong Wars'/><author><name>Eliza Osborn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277839161170573789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/SpmzVRbNv5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BtutG7SXfzc/S220/Ohheyitsmeagain.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302276386457931573.post-5190437592400542769</id><published>2008-05-12T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:52:41.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newsboys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1900s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1800s'/><title type='text'>The Children's Aid Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizatucker.com/journal" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For kids without families in Victorian New York City, orphanages and almshouses were the only alternatives to life on the streets.  In 1853, Charles Loring Brace changed the future for the city's least fortunate when he founded the Children's Aid Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minister working in Manhattan's notorious Five Points district, Brace was appalled by the slum's widespread abuse and neglect.  Taking advantage of the Westward push, Brace and his reformers would place nearly 100,000 children with frontier-bound families.  While many of these stories ended well, as Brace hoped, some of the children in the Orphan Trains found themselves in situations similar to or worse than the ones they'd left in the East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace and the Children's Aid Society (CAS) continued their outreach programs within the city, by founding and sponsoring industrial schools for boys, girls, and young women, offering free out-of-city camps and excursions, providing free lunches for children enrolled in schools, and opening the first free dental clinics in New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://asms.k12.ar.us/armem/rister/GUY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://asms.k12.ar.us/armem/rister/GUY.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CAS set up several lodging houses in Manhattan and one in Brooklyn, designated for the abandoned, homeless, and orphaned children.  These houses offered part-time schooling, but their occupants worked during the day, often as newsies, delivery or messenger boys, in factories or shops.  The children in these lodging-houses often did well for themselves later in life.  Having created their own family units comprised of other urchins, former CAS kids held reunions, stayed in touch, and became successful business partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the Children's Aid Society continues its work as a privately funded organization, helping more than 150,000 children annually through camps, after-school and weekend care, foster care, legal advocacy, health and counseling, and cultural development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302276386457931573-5190437592400542769?l=oldnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/5190437592400542769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1302276386457931573&amp;postID=5190437592400542769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/5190437592400542769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/5190437592400542769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/2008/05/childrens-aid-society.html' title='The Children&apos;s Aid Society'/><author><name>Eliza Osborn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277839161170573789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/SpmzVRbNv5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BtutG7SXfzc/S220/Ohheyitsmeagain.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302276386457931573.post-3418675918415966010</id><published>2008-03-31T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:51:05.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical overview'/><title type='text'>Asylum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.elizatucker.com/journal" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mental health has been a concern since ancient times, with accounts of insanity reaching as far back as 630-562 BC. In an inscription apparently written by King Nebuchadnezzar II and translated by British archaeologist Sir Henry Rawlinson, the king admitted heavy depression:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"For four years the seat of my kingdom in the city...did not rejoice my heart. In all my dominions I did not build a high place of power; the precious treasures of my kingdom I did not lay out in the worship of Merodach, my lord, the joy of my heart. In Babylon the city of my sovereignty and the seat of my empire I did not sing his praises, and I did not furnish his altars; nor did I clear out the canals." &lt;/blockquote&gt;The famous Greek philosophers studied the mind continually. In works such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De Anima, De Sensu, De Memoria,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parva Naturalia&lt;/span&gt;, Aristotle touches on ideas that would later be examined extensively by psychologists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 8th century, Muslim physicians began to build psychiatric care facilities in which to observe, regulate, and treat patients with various ailments. Dream interpretation was a major focus for early Islamic psychologists, as the religion put a heavy emphasis on understanding the subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethlem Royal Hospital in South London began admitting society's outcasts and mentally ill in 1403, but by the early 1500s there were only 31 patients. Bethlem became widely known as a terrible near-prison in which the violent inmates were manacled and chained to walls or floors. Eventually known as Bedlam, Bethlem became one of the first freak shows upon its move to Moorfields. "Well" folks paid a penny to watch the exploits and lifestyles of the less fortunate--except on the first Tuesday of each month, when admission was, charitably, free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1700, Bedlam's inmates were first called "patients," and in the "curable" and "incurable" wards were opened in the early part of the 1700s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Westerners, the lack of Christian values was to blame for all manner of insanity. Demon possession and immorality were considered viable causes for physical deformities, cognitive deficiencies and mental impairments, resulting in society's desire to separate the insane from the well. In the late 1700s, France's Bicêtre Hospital became a hotbed of reform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippe Pinel, physician of the infirmaries at Bicêtre, and Jean-Baptiste Pussin, "governor" of Bicêtre came together to assess the 200 men in the mentally ill ward. Using an "empirical approach" of humane treatment, Pinel prohibited the use of painful "treatments" such as bleeding and purging, and instead visited each patient frequently, capturing each with conversation instead of manacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1834, the Vermont Asylum for the Insane opened in Brattleboro, Vermont, in the United States. Instead of treating patients like criminals, the Vermont Asylum offered sanitary living conditions and eventually expanded into work programs, exercise and recreation, specialized education, and spiritual guidance. In the mid-1800s, more asylums were founded and in the United States and Australia, even the architecture was specially designed to aid in the treatment of the insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The public received a widely-received, if particularly tame, literary look into the madhouse when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New York World&lt;/span&gt; published "Ten Days in a Madhouse", a serial by 24-year-old reporter Nelly Bly. In the introduction of the Ian L. Munro publication of the story, Miss Bly writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am happy to be able to state as a result of my visit to the asylum and the exposures consequent thereon, that the City of New York has appropriated $1,000,000 more per annum than ever before for the care of the insane. So I have at least the satisfaction of knowing that the poor unfortunates will be the better cared for because of my work. &lt;/blockquote&gt;This is running long because I hate to feel like I'm reducing a history of a topic so universal and important, but here's hoping these quick snapshots will turn out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302276386457931573-3418675918415966010?l=oldnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3418675918415966010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1302276386457931573&amp;postID=3418675918415966010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/3418675918415966010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/3418675918415966010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/2008/03/asylum.html' title='Asylum'/><author><name>Eliza Osborn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277839161170573789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/SpmzVRbNv5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BtutG7SXfzc/S220/Ohheyitsmeagain.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302276386457931573.post-1160183382981695513</id><published>2008-02-10T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:42.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books and literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1900s'/><title type='text'>Romance Novels and the Working Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the turn of the twentieth century, London, Paris, and New York attracted dreamers and bohemians. Young suburban women who, when finished with as much school as their parents deemed necessary, shuffled into big cities in search of employment. Excited by stories of girls making the munificent sum of $8 per week, young women went from milliner to florist, factory to laundry-room in search of the ideal job and the ideal wage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/R6-bShGpUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VOsG4nV4BUI/s1600-h/housemaid+reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165518040043442658" style="margin: 5pt 0pt 5px 10px; float: right; width: 239px; cursor: pointer; height: 291px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/R6-bShGpUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VOsG4nV4BUI/s400/housemaid+reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Industrial Revolution set more than just machines in motion. Working-class women were thrust into close proximity to men on a continual basis in every part of their lives. Girls were allowed to walk city streets, to dine with men in certain establishments, and to date without supervision without suffering much in the way of tarnished reputations. In many ways, the working-class woman enjoyed more freedom than the lady of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With literacy on the rise, romance lived in the dress factories and sweatshops, where the hopeful young employees read books during breaks, hoping for better lives. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Long Day&lt;/span&gt; by Dorothy Richardson, the narrator considers the role of fiction in the lives of working girls of her era, New York City in 1905:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Promptly at half-past twelve the awakening machinery called us back to the workaday world. Story-books were tucked away, and their entranced readers dragged themselves back to the machines and steaming paste-pots, to dream and talk as they worked, not of their own fellows of last night’s masquerade, but of bankers and mill-owners who in fiction have wooed and won and honorably wedded just such poor toilers as they themselves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;This entertaining discourse over the daily task of box-making follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;IN WHICH PHOEBE AND MRS. SMITH HOLD FORTH UPON MUSIC AND LITERATURE&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't you never read no story-books?" Mrs. Smith asked, stirring the paste-pot preparatory to the afternoon's work. She looked at me curiously out of her shrewd, snapping dark eyes as she awaited my answer. I was conscious that Mrs. Smith didn't like me for some reason or other, and I was anxious to propitiate her. I was pretty certain she thought me a boresome prig, and I determined I'd prove I wasn't. My confession of an omnivorous appetite for all sorts of story-books had the desired effect; and when I confessed further, that I liked best of all a real, tender, sentimental love-story, she asked amiably:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you like 'Little Rosebud's Lovers'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never read that," I replied. "Is it good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's fine," interposed Phoebe; "but I like 'Woven on Fate's Loom' better--don't you?" The last addressed to Mrs. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can't say that's my impinion," returned our vis-à-vis, with a judicious tipping of the head to one side as she soused her dripping paste-brush over the strips. "Not but what 'Woven on Fate's Loom' is a good story in its way, either, for them that likes that sort of story. But I think 'Little Rosebud's Lovers' is more int'resting, besides being better wrote."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that's just what I don't like about it," retorted Phoebe, her fingers traveling like lightning up and down the corners of the boxes. "You like this hot-air talk, and I don't; and the way them fellows and girls shoot hot-air at each other in that there 'Little Rosebud's Lovers' is enough to beat the street-cars!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Phoebe goes on to tell the story of 'Little Rosebud's Lovers,' which is complete with an exotic setting (South Carolina), two lovely sisters (but only Rosebud had a demeanor to match her physical beauty; the other, Maud was jealous and spiteful), and Harvard-grad lover (who turned out to be 'a villain of the deepest dye'). The story-book fans go on to discuss the plot holes in a way that would fit well on a current-day lit forum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Where did she get the money to come to New York with?" interrupted the practical Phoebe. "That's something I don't understand. If she didn't have no money to hire a room at a hotel down in South Carolina for overnight, I'd like to know where she got the money for a railroad ticket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's just all you know about them swells," retorted Mrs. Smith. "I suppose a rich man's daughter like that can travel around all over the country on a pass."&lt;/blockquote&gt;The banter continues for a chapter, and gives us a great look into the origins of romance, while the book glimpses how average girls fit courtship and passion into otherwise taxing lives. Write on, romance authors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302276386457931573-1160183382981695513?l=oldnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/1160183382981695513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1302276386457931573&amp;postID=1160183382981695513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/1160183382981695513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/1160183382981695513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/2008/02/romance-novels-and-working-girl.html' title='Romance Novels and the Working Girl'/><author><name>Eliza Osborn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277839161170573789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/SpmzVRbNv5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BtutG7SXfzc/S220/Ohheyitsmeagain.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/R6-bShGpUeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VOsG4nV4BUI/s72-c/housemaid+reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302276386457931573.post-8169040019196998790</id><published>2007-11-21T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:48:24.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1860s'/><title type='text'>The Price of Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizatucker.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In an essay entitled, "A Lady of Fashion", historian Herbert Asbury looked at the price of keeping couture in the decade following the American Civil War.  He detailed the usually painful trends in garment construction and cosmetics, and the price thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The butterfly of the eighteen-sixties and the early eighteen-seventies staggered forth under the burden of an infinite variety of beautifying apparatus constructed of steel, iron, wire, cotton, wood horsehair, and wool, all attached to her person by straps, tape, and mucilage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exaggerated hourglass figure was a must-have for dames of postbellum New York: a small, rounded head, full chest, tiny waist, voluminous skirt, and diminutive feet.  The dentist of the day went far above simple teeth-whitening when it came to cosmetic procedures, and would regularly "provide plump cheeks...by filling them out with hard composition pads running upward along each side of the mouth.  These were called 'plumpers,' and some were so large as to give the appearance of mumps.  They often shifted position, so that a woman wearing them was apt to speak in a sort of whispering mumble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False calves, cotton or wool padding for the arms, foot wrapping, and pads for "sharp and angular knees" all contributed to the desired effect.  Wigs, false curls, and "ratting" were popular, and once the hair was piled, knotted, or braided into place, it was topped with powder, flour, glitter, or gold dust.  The "widow's peak" was so vogue that women clipped or shaved their head around the hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While tattooing was still improper, it was all the rage to paint the palms of a woman's hands in a vivid color, either solidly or with shapes or patterns, and to delicately trace the veins on the back of the hand with blue ink.  Women painted their eyes with India ink and dropped or rubbed Belladonna to dilate their pupils.  Not surprisingly, most society women eventually went blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crème de la crème&lt;/span&gt; in New York didn't just paint their faces, they had the makeup set with a plastic enamel.  Shops advertised the ability to keep the face and bosom enameled for up to a year (this cost $1000, almost $15,000 now), but there are no records to indicate that any woman had this done.  Arsenic and white lead were the bases to these skin enamels, and if properly applied it did not interfere with muscle movement.  "It was eventually abandoned because the flashier branches of society carried it to ludicrous extremes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Women of New York&lt;/span&gt;, George Ellington gives us a very long, very detailed price list of what it took per annum to keep a fashionable woman in New York: approximately $20,000 a year.  That's $300,000 of our US dollars.  Can you imagine?  If you want to check out Mr. Ellington's views of New York's women (and the infamous price list), &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=4vVq56tCJ9YC&amp;amp;ots=xs8hc_Jm6v&amp;amp;dq=%22the+women+of+new+york%22+%22george+ellington%22&amp;amp;pg=PA128&amp;amp;ci=103,259,797,1198&amp;amp;source=bookclip" target="_blank"&gt;you can read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Women of New York&lt;/span&gt; online.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reference: Herbert Asbury, "A Lady of Fashion", &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Around the Town&lt;/span&gt;, 1929&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302276386457931573-8169040019196998790?l=oldnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8169040019196998790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1302276386457931573&amp;postID=8169040019196998790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/8169040019196998790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/8169040019196998790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/2007/11/price-of-beauty.html' title='The Price of Beauty'/><author><name>Eliza Osborn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277839161170573789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/SpmzVRbNv5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BtutG7SXfzc/S220/Ohheyitsmeagain.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302276386457931573.post-356336720723509852</id><published>2007-10-18T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:41:38.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1900s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1800s'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen: The Gangs of New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.elizatucker.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In New York City, the gangs of the 19th and early 20th century had some "killer" names--even though historically not all gangs were violent, and worked instead as racial, religious, or vocational unions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Daybreak Boys&lt;br /&gt;2. Dead Rabbits&lt;br /&gt;3. Old Slippers*&lt;br /&gt;4. Cherry Hill&lt;br /&gt;5. Bowery Boys&lt;br /&gt;6. Five Points&lt;br /&gt;7. Midnight Terrors&lt;br /&gt;8. Plug Uglies&lt;br /&gt;9. Gophers (as well as the Lady Gophers and Little Gophers)&lt;br /&gt;10. Roach Guard&lt;br /&gt;11. Hudson Dusters&lt;br /&gt;12. Whyos&lt;br /&gt;13. Swamp Angels**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Great name, huh? They were a bunch of angry kids--bookbinders apprentices--who made life heck for residents around the Manhattan street Old Slip, according to Luc Sante in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Low-Life-Lures-Snares-York/dp/0374528993/ref=sr_1_1/105-0543292-5590828?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1192679066&amp;amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"&gt;Low Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Wouldn't think about a New Yorker relating much to the swamp, eh? Consider that much of Lower Manhattan was more or less wetland and eventually drained and filled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=unusualhistoricals&amp;amp;postid=18Oct2007&amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302276386457931573-356336720723509852?l=oldnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/356336720723509852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1302276386457931573&amp;postID=356336720723509852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/356336720723509852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302276386457931573/posts/default/356336720723509852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldnyc.blogspot.com/2007/10/thursday-thirteen-gangs-of-new-york.html' title='Thursday Thirteen: The Gangs of New York'/><author><name>Eliza Osborn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277839161170573789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lI6PPOxFp-Q/SpmzVRbNv5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BtutG7SXfzc/S220/Ohheyitsmeagain.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
