Black Mask Captured?

WOULD-BE “BLACK MASK” HELD.

Mason City Lad, 18, Tries Out Story Book Role — Arrested

Mason City, Dec. 14. — Attempting to emulate the bandit heroism and adventurous life of blood and daring of “Daredevil Dick” and other proverbial characters, with his mind fired by the reading of “The Black Mask” and similar literature, Cecil Adams, the 18-year-old son of Charles Adams of this city, attempted to rob the M.&O. sporting goods store at 118 Federal avenue north, Sunday night.

The boy was armed with a black mask, a putty knife and a screw driver. Around his neck he wore a silk bandana handkerchief.

The boy was found by a policeman who was making his rounds about 11 o’clock at night. The would-be burglar had just scraped the putty off of one of the back windows of the store with the purpose of removing the pane so as to permit an entrance, when the policeman discovered him.

As soon as Adams discovered the officer he lost his cue, forgot what the “Black Mask” hero would have done in a similar case, and gave himself up without a struggle.

The Mask worn by the dime novel bandit was of a beautiful design, constructed of black velvet and black oilcloth. It was made with the idea that it would last a lifetime. It seems regretful that it should come to to such an inglorious end on its first adventure.

When asked where he obtained the idea for his attempted robbery, the youth gave the names of several books he had read. One of them was “The Black Mask.” It told the story of bloody battles, of looting and other adventurous deeds of disreputable heroes. The masks worn were of the kind he had made.

When asked why he wanted to rob the store, he said it was only to try out some of the things he had read about.

 

Ghost Ship of the Arctic, 1931-????


S.S. Baychimo in ice.

Captain Cornwell

As we go to press, the S.S. Baychimo is fast in the ice off Franklin Point on the northwest coast of Alaska, not far from Point Barrow, the northernmost tip of the mainland of this continent. She is expected to remain there until the ice goes out late next summer. Continue reading “Ghost Ship of the Arctic, 1931-????”

Cowboys vs. Martians

No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own. – H.G. Wells, War of the Worlds

April, 17th, 1897, one year before HG Wells publishes War of the Worlds, a story of a “Martian” craft crashing in Aurora, Texas was published in the Dallas Morning News.

“A Windmill Demolishes It,” by S. E. Haydon, The Dallas Morning News, April 19, 1897, p. 5 Continue reading “Cowboys vs. Martians”

Here there be Giants!

The Red Haired Giants of Lovelock Cave, Nevada


Giant mummy found in Lovelock cave (below). The Paiute tribe found in the Nevada region have an ancient legend of the Si-Te-Cah (or Tule-eaters), a race of red-haired cannibalistic giants. In 1886, a mining engineer named John T. Reid heard the tale and begane to investigate, however news traveled quickly that the cave was also full of bat guano, a key component for gunpowder and ladies cosmetics.

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Harlem Gator, 1935

New York Times
February 10, 1935

The youthful residents of East 123d Street, near the murky Harlem River, were having a rather grand time at dusk yesterday shoveling the last of the recent snow into a gaping manhole.

Salvatore Condulucci, 16 years old, of 410 East 123d Street was assigned to the rim. His comrades would heap blackened slush near him, and he, carefully observing the sewer’s capacity, would give the last fine flick to each mound.

Suddenly there were signs of clogging ten feet below, where the manhole drop merged with the dark conduit leading to the river. Salvatore yelled: “hey, you guys, wait a minute,” and got down on his knees to see what was the trouble.

What he saw in the thickening dusk, almost caused him to topple into the icy cavern. For the jagged surface of the of the ice blockage below was moving; and something black was breaking through. Salvatore’s eyes widened; then he managed to leap to his feat and call his friends.

“Honest, it’s and alligator!” he exploded. Continue reading “Harlem Gator, 1935”