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-- On This Valentine's, Our 150-Year-Old Ancestors Feel Our Pain
On This Valentine's, Our 150-Year-Old Ancestors Feel Our Pain
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/14/o.../14epstein.html
Think Craigslist and match.com are new inventions?
Even 150 years ago, our ancestors were posting ads in papers hoping to find that romantic connection. Here are some of them that have survived through the years.
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A young soldier, of two years� standing in the armies of the Republic, is desirous of conducting a correspondence with some American lady, not over 24 years of age, with the view that it may lead to a mutual desire to become personally acquainted � that such acquaintanceship may ripen into love, and, by the consummation of our affection, two lives be blended into one; or, in the plain King�s English, I am quite anxious to marry.... None but those who are sincerely disposed to look this matter �square in the face� need reply. In regard to his personal appearance, qualifications and character, the advertiser prefers to say nothing � a carte de visite, the contemplated correspondence and the future will disclose all that is necessary or desirable to be known on the subject.... Address Charles P. Hanover, First New York Mounted Rifles, Suffolk, Va. May 27, 1863 � A young lady of 18, wealthy, pretty and agreeable, wants a husband. Not finding any one of her acquaintance who suits her, she has concluded to take this method of discovering one. The happy gentleman must be wealthy, stylish, handsome and fascinating. None other need apply. Address within three days, giving name and full particulars, and enclosing carte de visite, Carrie Howard, Station D, New York. June 5, 1863 � If the young lady wearing the pink dress, spotted fur cape and muff, had light hair, light complexion and blue eyes, who was in company with a lady dressed in black, that I passed about 5 o�clock on Friday evening in South Seventh Street, between First and Second, Williamsburg, L.I., will address a line to Waldo, Williamsburg Post Office, she will make the acquaintance of a fine young man. Jan. 19, 1862 � Liederkranz Ball � Beautiful young girl with rosy cheeks and bright blue eyes under black mask and laughs like a siren: wore wine-colored satin domino, pearl headdress and jewelry; white camellias; waltzed like a fairy with tall Spanish gentleman; gentleman of high social reputation asks the liberty of an honorable introduction. Address Strictly Honorable, Herald uptown office. Feb. 16, 1879 |
awesome
yeah, that was very interesting, i watched that on TV a while ago- pretty cool.
also, lol @ the butt toy 
lol..I edited out the ass toy since it didn't seem relevant, but since you beat my ninja delete, here it is..
check out this site too.. 
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/all/
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| Originally posted by Capitalizt check out this site too.. http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/all/ |
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| I Saw Your Breasts By Accident - m4w I just happened to be walking my dog in the atwood area when I looked up at an apartment building and you were standing at your window topless, perfect as a figure cut out of a painting, your breasts so firm and yet plump in a way that suggested you would yield to the right touch. I went home and listened to classical music for an hour, trying desperately to recreate that feeling I had when I saw your breasts in the window, that transcendent serenity one feels only in the presence of art. When the music didn't work, I baked a cobbler - peach, my grandmother's most prized recipe - and sat on the floor of my living room, eating it with my hands, savoring not only the taste, but the warmth of the filling, and the just-right flakiness of the outside. I could've been in the remotest land on Earth, untouched by civilization - my perception felt that pure. All afternoon I've been floating inside; those breasts were a minor miracle in the midst of this gray, cold week. Thank you. * Location: atwood * it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests PostingID: 1474867651 |
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To the girl throwing up from her cab You were discharging a Thanksgiving days feast worth of vittles and booze onto the pavement of Market while I cheered you on from the car behind yours. You played your part perfectly: encumbering the city with freshly minted aromas of regurgitated cranberry sauce and vodka. I played mine with equal grace, impregnating the vacant morning air with the clamorous hootings of a drunkard. It was a moment we shared that we will always have. They can never take that away from us. Please don't ever change. * it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests PostingID: 1484202580 |
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| Originally posted by bARTovsky |
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