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Belle Starr

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Belle Starr
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Myra Maybelle Shirley Reed Starr was known as the Queen of the Bandits.  

 

Her name has been associated with Jesse James Gang and other notorious outlaws such as her first husband Jim Reed.  She outlived several husbands and lovers.  She  was married to Cole Younger for three weeks and claimed Pearl was his daughter.  She was also married to a Cherokee Indian, Sam Starr.  He died in a gunfight. 

 

 

"There are no records that she was ever involved in murder, the robbery of trains, banks, stagecoaches or cattle rustling. However, she was a convicted horse thief." 

 

She was killed on her 41st birthday.  1889.

 

Her grave is commorated by a headstone erected by her daughter Pearl from money she earned working in a brothel.

 

http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=975

 

There are some great Belle Starr films out there.

This may not be one of them.

http://archive.org/details/StoriesOfTheCentury-BelleStarr

 

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Judy Henske: "Salvation Army Song"

The Salvation Army Song - Judy Henske, performed Live in the 60s.

(Put a nickel on the drum)

I was lyin' in the gutter, all covered up with beer!
Pretzels in my eyebrow, I feared the end was near,
When along come the Salvation Army
and saved me from the hearse.
Everybody come along, let's sing that second verse:

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Put a nickel on the drum, save another drunken bum!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Put a nickel on the drum and you'll be saved!

Oh, G-L-O-R-Y, to be S-A-V-E-D!
I'm so H-A-P-P-Y that I'm F-R-double-E (hee-hee!)!
F-R-double-E from the ways of S-I-N!
Glory, glory, hallelujah, tra-la-la-l'-amen!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Put a nickel on the drum, save another drunken bum!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Put a nickel on the drum and you'll be saved!

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Lizzie Andrew Borden Virtual Museum and Library

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The Lizzie Andrew Borden Virtual Museum & Library is dedicated to enhancing public education and interest in one of the most mysterious and intriguing murder cases in American history.

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excerots from the museum's collection of headlines and stories of the day:

 

THE BOSTON HERALD – Saturday, August 6, 1892

 

Fall River, Aug. 6.-

As Lizzie Borden appeared today, as she was stepping into the carriage to follow her parents remains to the cementery, to the writer, who had never seen her before, it seemed as if she was well-deserving of the ecomiums of her friends and of the kind words which follow.

 

She makes an exceedingly favorable impression and her dignity and her reserve are at once impressed.

 

It was a trying ordeal to pass before the eyes of a crowd of 1500 morbidly curious spectators.

 

She wore a tight fitting black lace dress with a plain skirt and waist of equally modest cut and finish, while a dark hat, trimmed with similar material, rested upon her head.

 

Of medium height, she is possessed of a symmetrical figure with a retiring manner and a carriage which would dignifedly repel the attention HER PERSONAL CHARMS might attract.

 

A wealth of black hair is revealed under the hat which, arranged on top of her head, is trained about her forehead in short curls, parted in the centre and thrown over to the sides.

 

Her dark, lustrous eyes, ordinarily flashing, were dimmed, and her pale face was evidence of the physical suffering she was undergoing and had experienced.

 

To sum up, Miss Lizzie Borden, without a word from herself in her own defence, is a strong argument in her own favor.

 

 

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The Evening Standard—Monday, August 8, 1892 Page 6

THE BORDEN BUTCHERY.

Wonder Continues to Grow as the Mystery
Deepens.

Police Ransack the House.

 

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The Evening Standard—Friday, August 12, 1892 Page 1

 

ARRESTED AT LAST.

 

Lizzie Borden Charged With
the Double Murder.

 

“I Knew it Was Coming” Was
All She Had to Say.

 

Went Through the Ordeal With
Remarkable Coolness.

 

Taken Violently Ill Soon After
Being Locked Up.

 

Police Confident of Conviction, But
Public Sentiment Divided.

 

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The Prisoner’s Appearance.

Miss Borden was dressed in a dark blue tailor-made gown and wore a black lace hat adorned with a few red berries.

 

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Lizzie A. Borden now occupies a small cell in the women’s department of the county jail at Taunton. Of all the trying scenes through which the young woman has passed, this parting from her relatives and departure from the city of her home under the charge of police officers, to mix with low criminals of both sexes, might well be supposed to be the most severe.

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Jay Gould's Daughter

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 see Elia Peattie's account "Anna Gould Dollar Princess"

 

Anna Gould the plain daughter of wealthy railroad magnate Jay Gould one of the Robber Barons of the Gilded Age.  Anna was mocked in the press as a "dollar princess," for she was accused of  trading money for a European title like many other rich American heiresses of the day. A description of Anna's trousseau reveals 12 trunks of "dresses to walk in, to dance in and talk in, and especially dresses in which to do nothing at all."  The amount of money lavished on the wedding kept the newspapers of her day buzzing.

 

By all accounts, her marriage to Count Boniface De Castellane was a disaster.  The penniless count was rumored to have gone on a spending spree of lavish proportions including a yacht that required a crew of ninety to operate.  The Goulds were not amused. 

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Pete Seeger: "Belle Starr"

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Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying your reins
Or single footing somewhere below?

Eight lovers they say combed your waving black hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore

Cole Younger was your first and the father of your girl
And the name that you picked for your daughter was Pearl
Cole robbed a bank and he drawed the life line
But I heard he was pardoned after twenty years time

Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame
I heard he stopped a bullet in 1885
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive

You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon

Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with the James Boys out on the long trail
Well, they caught him in Minnesota along with the gang
And he died down in jail in the cell or the chain

You loved Mr. William Clarke Quantrill
And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri hills
He hit Lawrence, Kansas and fought them still
And when he rode out, two hundred lay killed

They say you could have, they whispered you might
Have loved Frank James on a couple of nights
He fought the Midland Railroad almost to death
Then in 1915 Frank drawed his last breath

They say it could be, they say maybe so
That you loved Jesse James, that desperado
Jesse got married, had a wife and a son
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?
He was jailed and then pardoned for all he had done
And he blowed out his own brains in nineteen and one

Eight men they say combed that waving black hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying your reins
Or single footing somewhere below?

Larkworthy Antfarm's insight:

Great old Woody Guthrie song.

 


 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPmekVfoLDk


 

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Carrie Nation

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Standing at nearly 6 feet tall and weighing 180 pounds, Carry Amelia Moore Nation, Carrie Nation, as she came to be known, cut an imposing figure. Wielding a hatchet, she was downright frightful. In 1900, the target of Nation's wrath was alcoholic drink. Nation, who described herself as "a bulldog running along at the feet of Jesus, barking at what he doesn't like," felt divinely ordained to forcefully promote temperance. A brief marriage to an alcoholic in the late 1800's fueled Nation's disdain for alcohol. Kiowa, Kansas was the setting of Nation's first outburst of destruction in the name of temperance in 1900. Between 1900 and 1910 she was arrested some 30 times after leading her followers in the destruction of one water hole after another with cries of "Smash, ladies, smash!" Prize-fighter John L. Sullivan was reported to have run and hid when Nation burst into his New York City saloon. Self-righteous and formidable, Nation mocked her opponents as "rum-soaked, whiskey-swilled, saturn-faced rummies."

While Carrie Nation was certainly among their most colorful members, the members of the Women's Christian Temperance Union, founded in 1874, left more in their wake than strewn glass. Once the largest women's organization in the country, the WCTU concerned itself with issues ranging from health and hygiene, prison reform, and world peace.

--PBS American Experience

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Chad Mitchell Trio: "Lizzie Borden"

Yesterday in old Fall River
Mr. Andrew Borden died
And he got his daughter, Lizzie
On a charge of homicide

Some folks say she didn't do it
And others say of course she did
But they all agree, Miss Lizzie B
Was a problem kinda kid

'Cause you can't chop your
Papa up in Massachausetts
Not even if it's planned
As a surprise (a surprise)
No, you can't chop your
Papa up in Massachausetts
You know how neighbors love to criticize

Well, she got him on the sofa
Where he'd gone to take a snooze
And I hope he went to Heaven
'Cause he wasn't wearing shoes

Lizzie kinda rearranged him
With a hatchet so they say
Then she got her mother
In that same old fashioned way

But you can't chop your
Mama up in Massachausettes
Not even if you're tired of
Her cuisine (her cuisine)
No can't chop your mama up in Massachausetts
You know it's almost sure to cause a scene

Well, they really kept her
Hopping on that busy afternoon
With both down and upstairs chopping
While she hummed a ragtime tune

They really made her hustle
And when all was said and done
She'd removed her mother's bustle
When she wasn't wearing one

Now can't chop your
Mama up in Massachusetts
And then blame all the damage
On the mice (on the mice)
No, you can't chop your
Mama up in Massachausetts
That sort of thing just isn't very nice

Now it wasn't done for pleasure
And it wasn't done for spite
And it wasn't done because
The lady wasn't very bright

She'd always done the slightest thing
That mom and papa bid
They said, Lizzie, cut it out
So that's exactly what she did

But you can't chop your
Papa up in Massachausetts
And then get dressed
And go out for a walk
No, you can't chop your
Papa up in Massachausetts
Massachausetts is a far cry
From New York

You can't chop your
Papa up in Massachausetts
Shut the door and lock and latch it
Here comes Lizzie with a brand new hatchet

You can't chop your
Papa up in Massachausetts
Such a snob I've heard it said
She met her pa and cut him dead

You can't chop your
Papa up in Massachausetts
Jump like a fish
Jump like a porpoise
All join hands and habeas corpus

You can't chop your
Papa up in Massachausetts
Massachausetts is a far cry
From New York

 

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Patrick Sky: "Jay Gould's Daughter"

Well, early one morning it begin to rain
‘Round the corner come a passenger train
On the bumper was Hobo John
He’s a good old rounder, but he’s dead and gone
He’s dead and gone, dead and gone
He’s a good old rounder, but he’s dead and gone

Now, Charlie Snyder was a good engineer
Told his fireman not to fear
All he wanted was a water and a coal
Stick your head out the window, see the drivers roll
See the drivers roll, drivers roll
Stick your head out the window, see the drivers roll

Now, Jay Gould’s Daughter said before she died
One more road that I’d like to ride
Now, tell me daughter what can it be
Said Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe
And the Santa Fe, the Santa Fe
Yes, the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe

Now, Jay Gould’s Daughter said before she died
One more drink that I’d like to try
Now, tell me daughter what can it be
She said, a glass of water and a cup of tea
And a cup of tea, a cup of tea
A glass of water and a cup of tea

Well, early one morning it begin to rain
‘Round the corner come a passenger train
On the bumper was Hobo John
He’s a good old rounder, but he’s dead and gone
He’s dead and gone, dead and gone
He’s a good old rounder, but he’s dead and gone

Larkworthy Antfarm's insight:

Poor Anna Gould.  The poor little rich girl who had never tasted anything as common as a glass of water or a cup of tea.

 

Click title to listen to the song.

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