After President Abraham Lincoln was shot during a performance of Our American Cousin at Ford's Theatre, several doctors who were in the audience and also enjoying the play rushed into the Presidential Box and began attending to the President. It was clear that Lincoln's wounds were almost certainly mortal, but the doctors still attempted to save his life. Originally thinking that the President had been stabbed, they soon found that he had been shot behind the left ear and the bullet -- a 43.75 mm ball which had been fired by John Wilkes Booth's .44 caliber Derringer -- had sliced through Lincoln's brain and lodged behind his eye sockets without exiting the skull. When Lincoln's breathing became more shallow, Dr. Charles Leale used his finger to remove blood clots from the wound, which immediately improved Lincoln's respiration.
The doctors decided to move Lincoln from the theater, but felt that the President's condition was far too weak to risk taking him back to the White House, which was several blocks away. A nearby saloon was considered just as unseemly of a place for the President to spend his last hours and likely die in as a theatre, so Lincoln was carried across the 10th Street to William Petersen's boarding house. When they brought Lincoln into the boarding house, they realized that the 6'4" President was too tall for the bed they found for him, so they laid him diagonally upon it.
It was obvious that Lincoln could not survive his wound, so the attending doctors simply tried to keep him comfortable in his final hours by clearing the blood clots in his skull that caused his breathing to become more labored. Throughout the night, the President never regained consciousness, but witnesses said that he looked peaceful as his life was drawing to a close. The only visible evidence of his mortal wound were the bloody pillows that his head rested on and the raccoon-like bruising around Lincoln's eye sockets due to the orbital bones fractured by Booth's bullet after it passed through his brain. Nine hours after he was shot, Lincoln died in Petersen's Boarding House at the age of 56.
Shortly after the President was pronounced dead, his body was placed in a coffin and transferred back to the White House in a carriage. Just a few hours later, one of the residents of Petersen's Boarding House, Julius Ulke, took a photograph (seen at the beginning of this post) of the room and the bed -- including a pillow soaked with the President's blood -- where Lincoln had died earlier that morning.
The room in Petersen's Boarding House where Abraham Lincoln died, pictured in 2007.
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IV.
Shakespeare! That magic name we ever speak
With love on lip, joy on the kindling cheek,
Pride in the eye, and wonder on the brow:
What may the Past, what may the boastful Now,
Inscribe above it? To our fathers’ Isle,
From this wild shore, there was a chain erewhile,
And Shakespeare was our brother. That Debate
Which broke the chain, and formed our Starry State,
Even among its awful questions, gave
Grandeur to this: “Our liberty we save –
Our home – but lose our Shakespeare!” Was he lost?
No! in our hearts, however tempest-tost,
We bore him, till the storm awoke no more,
Then said: “We were a few, who loved before –
Lo! a New World, to love thee, gentle brother,
With a full reverence, loyal as the other
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So the chain binds us yet, in war’s despite,
A stronger chain, electric, golden, bright:
And we, the living forms of Shakespeare’s dream,
Touched by his wand, become things we seem.
We seek his very depths, else seldom sought,
And are the active Ariels of his thought,
Proud, while the wanderings of his worth we trace,
To lure, delight, instruct the human race!
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On This Day: John Wilkes Booth breaks his leg in ford's theatre jumping from a private box to the stage in the middle of a performance
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I cannot stop thinking about “The Meek Shall Inherit” from the fords theatre production of little shop.
DURING SEYMOUR’S SOLILOQUY MUSHNIK COMES OUT DRENCHED IN BLOOD HOLDING ORINS HEAD, AND HE JUST WALKS TOWARD HIM. THE GHOSTS OF HIS CONSCIENCE REPREMANDING HIM, WARNING HIM, REMINDING HIM OF WHAT HES DONE.
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Booth had died onstage dozens of times in Richard III, Hamlet, and Shakespeare's other great tragedies, but tonight he was not playacting. He wanted to go down fighting, not hang like a petty thief. "I have too great a soul to die like a criminal," he wrote in his diary a few nights before. "Oh may he, may he spare me that and let me die bravely." For Booth, this was his final and greatest performance, not just for the small audience of soldiers at the improvised theatre of Garrett's farm, but also for history.
He had already perpetrated the most flamboyant public murder in American history. Indeed, Booth had not only committed murder, he had performed it, fully staged before a packed house. At Ford's Theatre, Booth broke the fourth wall between artist and audience by creating a new, dark art -- performance assassination.
-- James L. Swanson, Manhunt: The 12-Day Chase for Lincoln's Killer (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO)
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santiago: he’s not that attractive
helen mirren, voiceover: a note to Rolin Jones and AMC and Santiago, Jacob Anderson is the wrong person to cast if you want to make this point.
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PEAK LITTLE BLACK DRESS-FILM PREMIERE FASHION -- A PHOTO COLLECTION.
PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on a smorgasbord of American Hollywood actress/ producer/ film director, Angelina Jolie, attending the premiere of "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford," at the Ziegfeld Theatre in New York City, USA, on September 18, 2007. 📸: James Devaney, Jim Spellman, Richard Corkery, various, etc...
Sources: www.reddit.com/r/angelinajolie/comments/12n018w, Just Jared, Pinterest, Getty Images, Alamy, various, etc...
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When you want to visit the Alhambra but mom’s like “we got the Alhambra at home”
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#OTD in 1961 – Death of stage, film and television actor, Barry Fitzgerald, in Dublin.
Barry Fitzgerald was born William Joseph Shields in Walworth Road, Portobello, Dublin. He was the older brother of actor, Arthur Shields. As a child he played with the younger siblings of James Joyce who he called ‘a young man with a beard and very clever.’ He went to Skerry’s College, Dublin, before going on to work in the civil service, while also working at the Abbey Theatre. By 1929, he…
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One Sunday Afternoon - CBS - May 16, 1949
A Presentation of Ford Theater (Season 1 Episode 8)
Drama
Running Time: 60 minutes
Stars:
Burgess Meredith as Biff Grimes (his television debut)
Hume Cronyn as Hugo Barnstead
Pat Harrington Sr as Nick
Francesca Bruning as Amy Lind Grimes
Augusta Roeland as Virginia Brush Barnstead
Additional Cast Members
James Sullivan
Claire Kirby
William Brower
Dorothy Duckworth
Martin Harvey
Peggy Cass
James Hagan's Play was filmed three times earlier
One Sunday Afternoon (1933) w/ Gary Cooper and Neil Hamilton
The Strawberry Blonde (1941) w/ James Cagney and Jack Carson
One Sunday Afternoon (1948) w/ Dennis Morgan and Don DeFore
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