Love 1907 Style

Hey gang!

I found a very
appealing and
fascinating set of
postcards from
1907 , featuring
off on their first
adventure together :

– their honeymoon.

These cards
were published
by the Julius Bien
& Co. Lithographic
firm, which was
in business between
1850-1915 in
New York City.

Bien himself
was originally
an immigrant
from Germany,
and a graphic artist,
a graduate of the
Kassel Academy.

His first claim
to real fame
in the United
States was
a series of lithographic
prints featuring
James Audobon’s
“Birds In America”.

Later in his career,
he expanded the
company and printed
a large variety of color
and b/w materials
including maps, posters,
handbills, trade cards,
music sheets, adverts,
and of course,

After his death in 1909,
the company was
acquired by Heywood,
Strasser & Voigt Litho
Company in 1915.

The postcards on this set
are really quite beautifully

Julius Bien Company in
the early 1900’s was at
the top of their game,
and this is clear in this
1907 series.

are seen in 8
scenes relating
to their marriage
ceremony and
honeymoon –

– with all the
wonder and
excitement they
must have been
apparent in
each one.

And note the
moon phases.

I have to say, this is
one of my favorite
postcards on this

!!! HOY !!!


Institutional Knowledge

Vintage postcards
come is so many
varieties ….

Some are created to
serve as a souvenir
of a voyage
or trip,

Others are designed
as a quick way to jot
off a message to
someone far away,

Or a way to
socialize ,

Still others try to
educate or persuade…

And of course, many
just attempt to be

I think today’s
batch fall into
the persuasion

Perhaps from your
personal viewpoint,
you might view
them as

Or maybe they’re just
a shout out to that
peculiar and almost
extinct personal
vocation known
as the ‘confirmed

let’s face it,
marriage can be a
wonderful institution –
but some guys ain’t
ready for an institution
of any kind.

And there certainly are
similarities between
the state of marriage
and ….

…….. well,
other kinds of state
institutions —
and the food’s pretty
much the same, too.

( As I’m given to
understand, anyway)

In order to avoid the
inevitable hostilities
and hystericalities
of mad-madres
everywhere, we won’t
mention any of those,
other than to say, that,
just like in matrimonial
states, there are several
levels of …
… errr..
.. hmmm..
.. well… shall we say
being kept in ‘escrow’.


Take a minimum security..
…ummm.. place… you can
kinda come and go as you
please, as long as you’re
present at the breakfast
and dinner tables for roll
call and in your own cell
at bed check.

Some folks have that
kinda deal at home,
and it doesn’t sound
all that terrible, if
you’re willing to cede
control of the TV
remote control, and
give up your dessert
to one of your fellow
inmates (the kids) or
the warden (the wife)
on demand.
You do get to
control the night light.

Medium security means
you gotta be doing
what they tell you all
the time, and report
for new assignments
on an almost hourly
schedule. This kinda
deal at home means
no use of the remote
control at all, the TV
being dedicated to
24 hour-a-day soap
operas and rom-coms.

The sleeping arrange-
ments aren’t all that
comfortable, and
usually leave much room
for improvement, and
you never even get a
dessert you’d wanna eat.
The night light goes off
automatically at a certain
time of day.

Maximum security,
well, if you’re in an
office, room or cubicle
at work all day and then
are banished to the
garage/yard with a
‘honey-do’ list until
supper, you’re already
very familiar with it.

When you get to bed,
you must always keep
one eye open, in case
one of your few
possessions are given
to the Salvation Army
as junk, or she decides
to reduce your now
pointless (to her )
sex drive by cutting
one off.

The night light stays
on – day in, day out.

What’s that,
you ask?

One what ? 

Well, the real reason
most guys don’t bend
over to pick up the soap
has more to do with the
pair of these that most
guys NOT in maximum
security still have
somewhat intact.


And then,
of course,
there’s Super-Max.

Uhhhhhh, no…..

I know better than
going there, buddy.


!!! HOY !!!


Friday Mailbag

Back !

friends, there’s
one inescapable
feature of Fridays,

– other than that
urge to run
screaming down
the street nekkid
waving your arms
around like a
lunatic –

( an urge I get
more often than
just once a week,
I will admit )

– is the wonderful
Muscleheaded Blog
tradition of Ye Ole
Mailbag –

-wherein my friends
and readers send in
a lot of cool shit to
be shared with
everybody who
wants some.

And let’s
face it,
wants some.

I’ve been receiving
some groovy stuff
from a friend who’s
on the road up Nawth
somewhere, and it is
too good not to share –

– she’s got a
serious eye
for vintage-anything,
and that comes
through in these,
for sure-

— along, of course,
with her fabulous
sense of humor.

You might pick up
on a vague theme
here from the cards,
and maybe it’s simply
got to do with the
lady in question
being one hot

As if there was
any doubt.

!! HOY !!


You’re Such A Manx

threelegsNever mind
the whole
-so-clever’ title ….

Today’s post is
just a few postcards
for your consideration
that deserve a bit
of a logical explanation

(as far as there is one) –

Stuff that has grabbed
my attention enough
for me to ask the
immortal question :
” WTF ????? ”

Like the first card. noo

It says “Kys Ta Shiu ?”

Although you
probably first
looked at the fact
that the guy in
the card
has three legs.

Which, actually,
is a vague clue
to the question
‘from whence
it came’ —

The Isle of Man –
situated between
Britain and Ireland
in the Irish Sea. isleiof

Kys Ta Shiu means:
‘How Are You?’
in the Manx language-

No, it doesn’t
have anything
to do
with that cat.

The language, anyway.

Manx was an a2
offshoot of
a broader set of
Gaelic languages.

The three legs alludes
to the national
emblem of the island.

The beautiful
Lighthouse in the
background of the card
is called the
Douglas Head
and it was built in 1857.

And, getting back
to that tail-less cata1
in the card —

It is indeed a
Manx Cat –
originally bred
right there
on the Isle of Man.

They hold a famous
Motorcycle race on
the island every year, a3
called the Tourist Trophy,
or just the T.T. …

which is basically
why I became
so interested
in the first place….

It is very scenic —
and there’s no
speed limit out
in the country. a1

There’s some castles,
a couple cold
water beaches,
including a nude
one at Keristal,
and a cool, funky

— but not a lot
of other stuff
goes on there,a1a
especially off-season,

But when you
think about it…

A place that’s got a
third-leg for
an emblem
and has a pussy
named after it
has got to have
something going
for it, right ?

Right ?????

I’ll shut up.

!!!!!!! HOY !!!!!!!!


( Art By David Uhl . )


Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler

1939With all the noise
and hub-bub of
Valentines Day
just the distant
echoing din of
past now,

you’d think
that there’d be
nothing else
interesting going1920
on for a while —

But of course,
that’s not
at all true.

I mean,
you’ve got
Mardi Gras
all this week–

(Today is
“Fat Tuesday” )

and that’s definitely
gotta count for

Especially considering
that it’s held in the
city that christyTrulia
( a popular real
estate website )
just declared :
The Most Sinful City
in the United States

(No, I’m NOT
surprised Charlotte
didn’t even make
the list, but thanks
for asking. )

So anyway…….

hoooooo —

Say what you
want about:
the crumbling infrastructure,
the depressing poverty,
the startling high crime rate,
the corrupt political structure,
the money-grubbing clubs,
the drunken obnoxious crowds,
the piquant smell of
Lake Pontchartrain —

(if anybody’s got
an excuse to party
—- it’s the folks
that live there, man)mardigras

But, seriously —

The food,
the entertainment,
and the fun
quotient available
in N’Orleans
especially during
Mardi Gras,
makes that dump
in the desert
they call
‘Las Vegas’rag
look like the
“A Small World”
ride at Disney
in Orlando.

In the late 1970’s,
as cliched as it might
sound , I actually
did the “Easy Rider”
thing myself
for Mardi Gras
one time…

I slept with my
1969 Harley
parked with about
20 others, in an
alley right off
Basin Street.

(Only broke
down one time
that whole trip–

– and I didn’t
get shot at
on my way home,
either )

I can tell you this  —

If you’re
out to
have a
good time —

You want to
go somewhere
that they take
the whole damn
good time thing
absolutely seriously…….

They certainly
do that in NOLA.

And you
can get
a decent
Po’Boy sandwich
and a beer at 6
in the morning
if you want it.

!!!! Laissez Les
Bon Temps Rouler


!!!!! HOY !!!!!!