#Horace Smith

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Crooks of the Waldorf by Horace Smith. London: John Long, 1930. Dust jacket illustrator unknown. The book recounts "the escapades of Joe Smith (no relation to the author), the house detective at the original Waldorf Astoria on 34th Street and Fifth Avenue (now the site of the Empire State Building.)"

Below is an excerpt from the book. It can be read online here, but can't be downloaded as anything other than a JPG.

Top photo: Stuff Nobody Cares About Bottom screenshot: University of Michigan

[foxingpeculiar]

Horace Smith’s “Ozymandias” is good, but yeah. Shelley smoked his ass.

[sporclechezchunklets]

New Quiz! Another poetic entry for the 2024 Quiz Creation Challenge.

[nickged]

…and that visage of fair sorrow, more beautiful than beauty

[politicaldilfs]

Vermont Governor DILFs

Peter Shumlin, Jim Douglas, Phil Scott, Howard Dean, Deane C. Davis, George Aiken, F. Ray Keyser Jr., Franklin S. Billings, Charles Manley Smith, Richard A. Snelling, Harold J. Arthur, Horace F. Graham, John A. Mead, Joseph B. Johnson, Lee E. Emerson, Thomas P. Salmon, William Henry Wills, Mortimer R. Proctor, Ernest W. Gibson Jr., Robert Stafford, Philip H. Hoff, Allen M. Fletcher

[he11swinter]

hi it's me again :3 🦇 anon!!

ok this is my last ask for everyone i swear!! (it's not :3)

(for everyone!! :3)

what if i just went around and hugged u all?? honestly i don't really care what happens, i love being around u guys!!/gen (u guys r witterway the best pls keep being u)

Everyone says:

Billy rolls his eyes, crosses his arms, and displays the sassiest attitude possible. “Hugs are for sissies. Bleh.” He’s standing upside-down on the ceiling, so you have tough luck reaching him. The First Born Son sticks his tongue out at you and flickers away.

Jimmy crosses his arms thoughtfully. His voice is muffled by the plastic around his head. “Sheesh, I dunno, kid. I don’t get nothin’ out of hugs, personally.”

Susan giggles and throws her arms around your neck, bringing you in close. She comes between you and Jimmy, so you can’t hug him. “Hehehehe! You’re so cute. And funny.”

Jean smiles softly and brings you into a hug, but she’s a little sad. “Please don’t say that—that you don’t care what happens. Take care of yourself, hon.” She’s frightened of some of the other ghosts. She can sense them stirring in irritation.

Royce grimaces. “I don’t even know you, man. Back off.” He flips his baseball bat—to show off, or would he really use it?

Dana taps the edge of her knife, seeming bored, but if you approach her she raises it at the ready. There’s no doubt she would use it.

Isabella hangs back. She stays far away from everyone, and far away from you. She doesn’t want trouble, but her glare suggests you’ll get it if you push her too far.

Margaret and Harold are shy. They glance to each other—silent, still.

George contemplates. His expression is hard, and his stance just as tense. But when you approach and throw your arms around him, the blacksmith softens. He pats you awkwardly on the back, using his other arm to hold back the still-raging Ryan.

“Hell no!” The Jackal screeches when it’s his turn, no longer after you when it’s you after him. He cowers like a dog. “Not again. Get away from me—I don’t want it!”

As you approach Horace, his bloodshot eyes burn down on you. His arms are crossed. All this affection is annoying him immensely. He grabs you and hurls you away; the rest of the ghosts gasp.

[popfizzles]

Some backlog of Cuphead sketches!!

[damedianariggalbumphoto]

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Letters from the late Queen Elizabeth II and Princess Margaret to their childhood riding instructors are to be auctioned in April, Tatler can exclusively reveal.

The collection includes Christmas cards, invitations, telegrams and handwritten notes from the late Queen and Princess Margaret to their riding instructors, father-and-daughter duo Horace and Sybil Smith.

It reveals a lifelong connection that started when the two young princesses first sat in the saddle.

Horace and Sybil Smith provided riding classes at Cadogan Riding School in Belgravia, an internationally famous institution fit for two young royals with a budding love of horses.

By 1938, 12-year-old Princess Elizabeth and 9-year-old Princess Margaret were attending lessons there, both being taught how to ride by the Smiths.

These lessons stayed with them for life: both the late Queen and Princess Margaret were keen riders, with the Queen riding on horseback at Trooping the Colour and remaining in the saddle into her 90s.

Both Princess Margaret and the Queen stayed in contact with their beloved riding teachers, the Smiths, throughout their lives.

Their letters show their deep affection for the instructors, along with gratitude for the lessons they taught them.

They sent Christmas cards almost every year, along with telegrams of thanks: the collection includes 30 Christmas cards from the mid 1940s until early 1990s.

Princess Margaret also sent them an invitation to her wedding to Anthony Armstrong Jones in 1960, and the Queen invited them to the Thanksgiving Service of her 25th wedding anniversary to Prince Philip in 1972 - both of which are included in the collection.

In 2016, the Royal Windsor Pageant had a re-enactment of the princesses receiving lessons from the Smiths as a tribute to the role they played in the lives of the young princesses.

On Sybil’s 90th birthday, Princess Margaret sent a letter which read:

‘Many happy returns of the day, and congratulations on your 90th birthday. I have never forgotten our happy riding lessons which resulted in many years of enjoyable times in the saddle. Have a lovely time. Love from, Margaret.’

In 1950, the then Princess Elizabeth sent Horace Smith a letter from Malta, where she was visiting Prince Philip.

She wrote:

‘I send my sincere thanks to you and Sybil for your message of good wishes for my birthday, which I much appreciate.

It is lovely out here and I have become a great polo fan - I even took it up mildly myself when I was out here last year.

It is extremely good for one’s riding, I find, as all the ponies are so quick that the unexpected turn, which they are inclined to do, has one off in a moment!’

Letters from the Queen and Princess Margaret to the Smiths were all kept by Sybil Smith, who passed them onto a friend when she died.

They are to be auctioned on 18 April 2023 by Griffin’s Auctioneers and Valuers based in Warwick.

The total estimate for whole collection is around £3000 to £5000.

Ben Griffin, director at Griffin’s told Tatler:

‘We are delighted to be able to offer this large and significant collection of correspondence from the late Queen and other members of the Royal family that were sent to Sybil and her father over the span of five decades.’

He added:

‘The Malta letter in particular gives an fascinating insight to the Queen's life during the earliest days of her marriage to The Duke of Edinburgh, a period she herself referred to as “the happiest days in her life”.’

[arterrorist]

Record fair haul 🤩

Jazz is beautiful 🥰

[evilhorse]

I’m not sure…but I don’t believe Horace was murdered by his own parents.

(Archer and Armstrong #12)

[poem-today]

A poem by Matthew Buckley Smith

Drinking Ode

for Ryan

Drink with me, old man — there’s no time And no use trying to be good. Our flesh was supple, our thoughts sublime, And now death eats us alive, and should. The gods aren’t missing any sleep Over the altar lights we burn To honor afterlives we keep Pretending we might someday earn. The king, the peasant farmer, even You and I and everyone, Can pick the suit we’d like to leave in But not the day the tailor’s done. So cowards survive the battlefield And bullies fill the lifeboats first And rich kids get their records sealed, But some verdicts can’t be reversed. Men say a river worms around The grove where dead souls speak again, But that black swamp has long since drowned Both ferryboat and ferryman. Your land, your house, your tender wife, The plum trees planted by your hand — You’ll leave them when you leave this life For a ditch beneath a cypress stand, And the man who takes your place will spill Your choicest vintage wine onto The white jacquard chaise longue you still Believe somehow belongs to you.

Matthew Buckley Smith

Listen to Matthew Buckley Smith read and discuss his poem.

More poems by Matthew Buckley Smith are available on his website.

[pilgrim1975]

The non-capital execution of James Coburn. No, not that one.

Executing Americans for crimes other than murder was once standard practice. Robbery, armed robbery, house-breaking, burglary and rape could all earn a death sentence in a number of States. Under Federal law, bank robbery was once a capital crime even without a shot being fired. The death penalty for rape, particularly in the South, was undoubtedly used along racial lines with far more…

[goth-hovatius]

me: I'm fine

the parallels between horace's epodes and the smiths's song sitting in my notes:

[kmalexander]

2022 in Ten Significant Photos

Strangely, this December has felt more harried than the usual holiday hustle and bustle. I can’t exactly put my finger on why. I usually get this post done before Christmas. But life, time, and schedules made assembling this post more difficult than it should have been. But here we are; it’s happening. This is my annual post wherein I reflect on my last year through ten photos that marked…

[he11swinter]

Very basic! But what do you think the ghosts' favourite foods were when they were alive?

Billy: He liked a lot of snack foods, y’know? Chips, candy, boxed cereals with prizes in them… He’d often pick these things over his mother’s home cooking, which drove her crazy!

Jimmy: Jimmy never had a lot of time. He always had to be on the tracks or the casino making a bet, but would grab some finger food when he got a minute to spare—devilled eggs, sandwiches, salted nuts, cakes…

Susan: I’d say she was pretty fond of fruits. But also, everything she ate would be aesthetic as possible.

Jean: Whatever the average mom eats, so like…home baking? Spaghetti and meatballs? Casserole?

Royce: Royce went out for fast food a lot with his buddies, so burgers, fries…and maybe a milkshake!

Dana: She likely didn’t have a great relationship with food.

Margaret: She’d try to make a healthy example for her son, but she secretly loved candy!

Harold: He loved guacamole baby food so much that he’d throw it up and eat it again! He liked all the circus foods they had around, but his mommy didn’t want her widdle baby eating too unhealthily. 🙁

Isabella: I dunno, stale bread?

George: Anything his wife made for him after a long day of work, but I imagine steak was a favourite!

Ryan: Please just feed the guy—he’s not picky. He’ll usually scarf it all down without even tasting it, so just nothing too hot. 😅

Horace: Something inside me is screaming mostly “TV dinners” but he’s a big guy, and those microwave meals give you hardly anything. Maybe he eats 15 of them? 😵‍💫 I don’t think he puts much thought or care into his diet, but reserves only the best for his rotties!

I enjoyed this ask so much, hehe! I hope you did too, but now I’m hungry…