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from the “Cabaret of the Dead,” Paris, circa 1905. No, the guy in
the coffin’s not dead—just a lucky audience member. Sob! When will
time travel be invented, that I can get a ticket? And here’s hoping
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| From the St.
Petersburg Wax Museum. “Hot damn!” exclaims Lee Harvey Oswald, while
Officer Jim Leavelle looks only mildly disappointed at Jack Ruby’s
conduct (perhaps focusing instead on his own disturbing hand
deformity, or the lovingly rendered neck fat under Ruby’s fedora).
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“Persistant,”
indeed. Fishing is often thus perilous on postcards. Just sit down
on a stump with a crudely opened can of worms, and you are in great
danger of being SKELETONIZED!! This one is extra special due to a
bird’s having chosen to nest right on the cadaver’s ill-formed
sacrum |
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The dying child…a common motif from
1900-1910. I dunno, though—the “pale and dying child” looks like
she’s in better shape than verklempt mom. Maybe we’ve stumbled into
a Sylvan Learning Center commercial by mistake. |
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No brag, just fact. |
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Hi, we’re in Chicago! Eeeeeuw, who would send this? Note the
watchful eye of the bowler-hatted supervisory chap, ever vigilant
to prevent the theft of a haunch.
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Trying studiously
to avoid his bummer of a climbing partner. Get some Gore-Tex, dude!
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