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Updated: 2018-02-14T02:32:12.986-08:00







Dreamy Dean eyes




Guild freshly painted


Hey the Guild Theatre's remodel is starting to yield results! 

Five and Dime


Coin-op fun at the five-and-dime.






Death of a Swiss Pikeman





[From a tapestry depicting the Battle of Pavia, from drawings by Bernard van Orley.]

He's sheef p'lice.


DRUNK ON THE STREETS-----Napoleon Davis and Chief Barry Join in Debauch-----DISGRACEFUL SALOON BRAWL-----Barry Said He Was Running the Town and Viciously Assaulted a Saloon-Keeper.-----   The spectacle of the chairman of the police commission and his chief of police staggering along the streets in a drunken spree, shouting curses, brawling in saloons, destroying property and viciously assaulting unoffending citizens was furnished a number of people the night before Thanksgiving.  Although Chairman Davis and Chief Barry may have forgotten all the circumstances of the episode, these are perfectly fresh and distinct in the minds of many witnesses, particularly the unfortunate victims of their assault.   Early Thanksgiving eve Davis and Barry started out with the praiseworthy intention of showing the town that they owned it.  After they made the rounds of the saloons and dives, leaving a trace of overturned beer kegs, bicycle racks and signboards in their wake, and imbibing all the liquor they could get free, the brought up about 1 o'clock Thursday morning in a saloon on Morrison street, both ugly drunk, and looking for trouble.   Banging the door open, they staggered up to the bar and demanded a drink.  It was furnished them.  They they started for the private rooms in the rear, one of which was occupied by two young men named Mannard and Lenner.   "Who's in this here room," demanded Barry.   "There are two young gentlemen there, chief," said the bartender, civilly.  "There are plenty of other rooms."  "Do' wan' no other room; want this here one," said the chief.  "You'll have to take another."  "I'll do nothin' kind; I'll break door in," shouted Barry, giving it a vicious kick.  This brought the one of the occupants of the room to his feet.  "I don't know who you are," said he, "but if you want this room worse than we do, we'll get out and let you have it."  "Looker here, young feller," yelled Barry in a drunken rage, "I'm chief p'lice, I'll git in there 'n show you who's runnin' this here town."  He threw back his coat and showed his star.  "Thas' what he is," corroborated Davis, "He's sheef p'lice. I'm cham'n p'lice. I'll stand 'im back. Don't give no jaw."  At this juncture, William Anglin, who runs a saloon on Morrison street, near the corner of first, and the bartender came running in, and took a hand in the melee.  "I can handle him," said Anglin, and  he made a grab for Barry.  The chief, who is a powerful man, suddenly swung around and smashed Anglin on the face, breaking his glasses into fragments, and sending him back into the barroom.   "Leave me 'lone," he shouted, "I'm chief p'lice.  I'll fix these here kids in this box."  He thrust his hand in this hip pocket, and would have drawn his pistol, had not the barkeeper seized hi and pulled him back into the barroom.  A crowd had in the meantime gathered, and by the united efforts of every one present, Davis and Barry were pushed into the street.  The next day one of the young men who was in the box received a note of apology, signed by Barry.  Anglin was paid $5 for his broken glasses, which was a sufficiently large sum to purchase his silence.   Earlier the same night Davis and Barry came out of the Imperial, a concert dive on Fourth street, between Morrison and Yamhill, and made the best of their unsteady way around the block, overturning bicycle racks, piles of beer kegs and everything they could lay their hands on.  Every time a bicycle rack was reached David would kick it over, and order Barry to pick it up and heave it into the center of the street, which the latter would do with alacrity.  The four sides of the block around which[...]

No Hardball


Fritz Leiber


Photo:flickr(Will Hart)

Fritz Leiber



Been thinking about ol' Fritz the last few days - mainly the excellent Swords of Lankhmar which regards the attempted takeover of that fair polity by its rodent population.




Cat drinking beer.

Beachy Reading


We went to the coast for several days and I grabbed a bunch of golden age archive editions from the library to give the kids something new to look at for the drive out and back.  Included was a volume of Wonder Woman, Batman, Plasticman, and All Star Comics. I've never been terribly impressed by DC titles but thier Golden Age stuff really works for me.  The above sequence of Doctor Mid-Nite and Wonder Woman getting trapped under the Liberty Bell and thier rather silly but logical solution to this plight seems as close to an embodiment of the Golden Age zeitgeist as I've ever seen.  

I read all thier books!



Criticism Made Freely


In 1913 New York City's Buerau of Municipal Research came to Portland and reviewed the city's government and services. It published its results in a series of reports as they were completed, and summarized the results on May 4, 1913 in the Oregonian, only shortly before an election where voters would decide whether to adopt a new city charter based on the Galveston plan. Here's some excerpts."No centralization of power could possibly afford greater opportunity for wrong doing than the conditions which actually obtain in thecity's legislative body at the present time.""The Police department is so inefficient that to list the things it hasn't but ought to have is to describe a modern police department." "Control over contagious diseases is wholly inadequate. One-quarter of the city's tuberculosis cases are not reported. Venereal diseases are not reported at all. Cases are often released from quarantine by telephone or verbal order.""The Council, particularly, has assumed dictatorial powers in the granting of special [building] permits, although wholly incompentent to pass judgment understandingly upon such technical engineering questions. Special permits mean special privileges for a few""Provision has not been made for maintaining all streets by city labor." [100 years of potholes]"The Auditor's financial control is no control. It consists merely of his being informed what has been done after it has been done.""The City auditor has no means of knowing whether the city received from the county all of the taxes to which it is entitled.""Although water revenues amount to more than $750,000 a year, the City Auditor has no accounting or auditing control thereover.""Scientific budget making in Portland is handicapped by the present charter, which limits each of the city's principal functions to a certain perscribed tax levy. The Council should be able to apportion each year's funds according to the current needs of each department, bureau and office, and not be compelled to adhere to the arbitrary schedule fixed 10 years ago."The new city charter, which remains our present-day city charter, passed by a narrow margin of 722 votes [I have a citation for this - I will update later with it] (it was also the first election after women's suffrage in Oregon).  Its passage should not be weighted too heavily on the Bureau of Municipal Research's findings - rather eastside Portland discontent with under-representation under the existing ward system is a more likely culprit.[I have a citation for this, too]  There were 10 wards with 4 on the eastside and 6 on west, despite the eastside being far more populous by 1913 than the west.The sentiment is echoed by a postscript from Oregonian editorial board regarding the Bureau of Municipal research report, after passage of new city charter:"The same charter, last November, in competition with another commission charter, gained 48.08 percent of the vote case on the issue. In the recent election, with no competition, it secured 50.44 per cent of the vote cast." "These experts told us a large number of things we already knew and had been discussing for months and even years. They were not employed by the city of Portland, as might be readily inferred from the [recent advertising] leaflet, but by a self-appointed committee, whose membership in large part is yet unknown to the public. The work of the bureau was no needed, and served principally tocomplicate a contest between rival candidates for office. There is suspicision that it was brought here for that purpose.  Does anybody remember what the bureau reported, except that [...]

Why do they worry you so?



I'm really taking a shine to this Kang guy.

cute critter






Conan the Barbarian #123 (1981).

"Bobby--? Gosamyr--? Where are--?"


Gosamyr causes problems for the team. Bret Blevins' pencils are my comics comfort food.
New Mutants #68 (Oct. 1989)

Nothing is hopeless!



The Mighty Thor #397 (Nov. 1988). Also features a terrible-looking Loki.




The King wilfull!



Robot [heart]