Thursday, October 1, 2015

Lincoln Park Rowdiness – 1906 Style

Rick Kurish continues to do my work for me – whatta pal!

He recently sent me the above article from the pages of the Elyria Daily Chronicle of September 11, 1906. (It originally appeared in the Lorain Times-Herald and was reprinted in the Elyria paper.) The article details the morality concerns as to what was going on at Baerenwald Park (Lincoln Park's predecessor) at Stop 48 on the Green Line.

It's an appropriate companion piece and follow-up to yesterday's post about the same thing: rowdy youths.

As Rick noted in his email, the vintage article is "full of moral indignation at the effect of the place on the young women of the surrounding area." He added, "It's a pretty funny article, but you have to remember that this was 1906 – a completely different era.

"While the 1906 article's antics allegedly included such activities as rifle practice near the dance pavilion, a shanty in the woods selling liquor, rowdy behavior on the streetcars, and dancing on Sunday, the noise complaints, littering, and traffic complaints don't seem excessive."
It's an interesting read, so be sure to click on it for a larger version. Thanks once again goes out to Rick for his research help!

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

I was an eye witness to that debauchery back in the day, let me tell you in no uncertain terms [I am shaking my cane at you now, in case you can't tell]!

It was a place of ill repute and, also, repudiated illnesses. Why-- I once saw a man with a scab on his hand walk into that establishment with a young girl on his arm! It was a sickening time, it was at that.

Indeed, young girls would congregate and gyrate to the savage syncopated rhythms of those so-called 45rpm recording platters played by men of dubious chivalry on their wind-up pho-no-graph machines! I can recall one such "song" that contained a drumming that can only best be described at the primitive pounding of a wildman's tom-tom! It was that very night that a young gal looked me squarely in the eye, laughed the laughter of one who has danced with the Satan, and then she exposed the nib of her ankle!!! I went to church the next morning and confessed all before the Right Reverend Harvey J. Peacock of the North Southern Baptismal Holy Gathering Hall!

Occasionally one would there see a fine, moral young lady dressed in fine white church-a-meetin' gloves and a flowered bonnet tastefully hair-pinned to her simple Sunday hair-do. BUT IN LESS THAN ONE MONTH such a woman would be sporting a gaudy bangled bracelet on her OPEN WRIST, a bauble of undetermined metal that shone like the sinning smile of Ol' Lucifer's best double-dealing grin of death!

Of course, as moral men of the day, we were merely tempted by the larger demons of our very human hearts, and yet some would cast aside such shame and dance until sunrise in their underclothing--complete with lard-slicked hair and a two-dollar pen-knife manicure that was designed only to primp and preen the most carnal of lusts!

But, and yet, come summertime there was usually a nice fish fry on most Friday Nights.

I remain, as always...

C. Albert Abercrombie

Anonymous said...

Listen, gramps, I happen to be 85 years old and I can still do the Marine pushups with the best of them! I happened to frequent said establishment (back in the day), and at one time I had TWO GALS there with me (both with child!). We were young, we didn't know what the future would hold, but we danced and doozled to the early morning hours and Lincoln Park was our spot!

I seem to remember you, a shrunken, sweaty feller who camped out just in front of the sycamore tree, just behind the row of spittoons, passing out hand-written Bible verses on yellow index cards--on the back of which was printed the recipe of your wife's Chicken Noodle Soup! [a fine recipe, by the way, as both of my gals (each with child) prepared the dish for me on separate occasions; a tasty broth, I will say so, but we did cut the salt peter in half). We all referred to you as "Granddad Pottingsoil" for you did not move from that spot for a fear of lightning striking you the moment you strayed! Haw haw!! I remember you well! [I would type a so-called "smiley face" here, if I knew how to do that]...

I used to drive an apple-red Chrysler "dandywagon" (to use the parlance of the day) with a souped-up Montery engine block and candlestick lancing bars! The roar of that machine could give a cow a coronary as we raced over the back roads, my two gals (both with child) and I, stopping at hooch houses and moonshine stills, sampling the wares as we made our way to the ol' L.P. to howl and dance and live the life of the young and alive! Our oils were flowing, our hearts were pumping and--when I was forced to give up both my legs in the military service (the result of an overzealous drill sergeant trying to instill a lesson of hard discipline into my reckless youth)--I did so knowing that I had lived life to the hilt, loved ladies with my hilt (both with child, by the way), and danced under God's starry sky with no fear of the Heavens above me.

God bless you all for these happy memories...

Sincerely,

Duke "Daedalis" Prescott

Anonymous said...

Sir, when you besmirch ME you also besmirch my lord & savior, the Right Reverend Harvey J. Peacock of the North Southern Baptismal Holy Gathering Hall (soon to have a garden center).

For your information, that was NOT a recipe for chicken noodle soup! It was a prescription for removing tractor grease from Blue Buckle Dungarees! Your misinformation seems to cast doubt on the entirety of your message!

And, furthermore, if you intend to titillate or emotionate with your so-called tales of male prowess ("with child" indeed), the seed of your egotistical release has far missed it's mark! I remember those gals as pock-marked, halitosiated, bar-wash-- just like the Jezebels of old who were so quickly chastated and fumigated by Christ as he walked through the valley of the lepers (Invitigus 14:19). My simple mission, as I stood outside the Lincoln Park spittoon portico and gently suggested a "better path for all," was to merely offer my services to these wayward gals, a friendly ear to intake all tales of woe; a shoulder to cry upon as many unburdened themselves of their stories of shame & sin (AND: as many have claimed, I DID NOT write for Argosy Magazine!!! The notes I took were merely so that I might more fully report to the Right-Reverend upon successful holy transformations)!

I wish you well, sir, for having given your limps got a greater good. The legs, I mean. Not the, err, "hilt" you speak of.


I remain, as always...

C. Albert Abercrombie

Anonymous said...

Gramps, if by the use above of term "limps" (did you mean "limbs"?) you mean to suggested that my injuries left me less than a man...may I suggest that we compete in some loin-related contest of stamina to see who is the better man? I have stated that I can STILL do the Marine push ups!! Can you, you ol' crust? AND CAN YOU DO THEM WITHOUT AID OF HANDS!????????????

I think not and please remember that this a forum for families and that, indeed, the weak-of-heart might read your comments.

Regards to you,

Duke "Daedalis" Prescott

Anonymous said...

Gentle sir, you misread the nature of my ken in this matter, for I am merely a spiritual traveler trying to pass a golden stream into a world of darkness and misery & doubt. I say nothing to cast judgement on ye, no, for I only recount tales of a lost youth in which some delicate time was spent in the service of my lord.

I remain, as always...

C. Albert Abercrombie

Anonymous said...

What the-?!!! "Golden stream"??? Gramps, I am removing my name from this blog mailing list and I am reporting you the proper authorities. You know what you can tell the ol' Right-Reverend, capisce?

Regards to you,

Duke "Daedalis" Prescott

Anonymous said...

No, please. There has been a miscommunication! I insist we clear up this unfortunate matter so that we might sleep soundly tonight! Please, sir!

I remain, as always...

C. Albert Abercrombie

Anonymous said...

No miscommunication, bud! NONE AT ALL! They warned us about guys like you when they talked about using computers at The Old Soldiers Home!

First of all--no matter what you might THINK I said, we are NOT sleep together tonight, soundly or otherwise! I like the gals, get me?

Secondly...I'm a bit disgusted with your talk of "golden streams" and then some guy named "Ken"?!! Who is HE? NO. You know what, dad, I don't want to know.

Enjoy retirement or whatever you people call it.

Regards to you,

Duke "Daedalis" Prescott