#Knights of the Road

[hazzieandnord]

Felt like a kid playing on my NES again. lol

[shalmonsgamons]

Sunday Perusin' 08/18/24

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Dugan turned to Cheyenne Shorty, an ex-sheepherder, now half-insane from long association with sheep. Shorty if sober. He was Often, at dusk he would crawl on his hands and knees and bleat at the sky like a sheep.

"Shorty, you defend One-Lung. You're about the type of lawyer a tramp would get in another court."

"Thank you," smiled Cheyenne.

"We will now open the court with prayer. 'Frisco Eddie, lead off. Bow your crummy heads, brothers."

Frisco Eddie's cracked voice began:

"O Lord, Our Heavenly Father of the first well-known hobo, Jesus, look down upon us who are about to com- mend an immortal soul to Thy great care! Thou great befriender of working-girls, Who showest them the way to spend their six dollars a week wisely, and to resist temptations of the flesh, we ask Thee for divine guidance for what we are about to do.

"If we unduly throw this soul in Your face, Lord, it is because we do not know what in the hell to do with it. We realize, dear Lord of us all, Your position in this most trying moment. Neither would we, as humble vagrants along the eternal shore, be guilty of sending one to You whom You could not easily make use of. A stool-pigeon of the first order, Lord, he would keep holy the dark places of heaven, and bring before Your divine officers the indiscretions of Your most beautiful angels. For beauty has ever been tempted, dear Lord, on earth as it is in heaven.

"Lucifer the proud, in all his glory, will not be arrayed in more of Thine eternal salvation than One-Lung. It is true that there may be those who go to Thy everlasting arms of resting need no mourners here below. Rather they should be joyful and sing hosannas in Thy great name.

"A brand snatched from the burning, Lord-a poor soul in Thy blessed image made weary from shooting his own kind. You have ever been on the side of the down-trodden, Lord. You make the spuds to grow near the jungle and the chicken to wander free from care into our willing hands. You help us in the gathering of food for our slum-gullions. You allow us to wander on the open road and give us the blessed benediction of Heaven.

"For is it not true, dear Lord,

"That beggars who walk And Queens who ride To the Valley of Skulls, Sleep side by side"?

"It is a beautiful night, Lord, upon which to die. The stars and the moon and the beautiful river shall sing his threnody. And Lord, if one of us should be shuffled off the gallows to dance with broken arches before Thy throne, it would not be amid such beauty. Rather would the knot be tied behind our left ears, Lord, and as we fell through the trap, dear Lord, the knot would jerk our heads forward and break our immortal necks, dear Lord. We would hang like a cracked scarecrow, All-merciful Lord, while a doctor listened to our hearts pounding their way on the road to Your blessed arms, dear Lord.

"But, Blessed Lord, we are not as those men who do such deeds. We profess no creed, dear Lord. We are but humble servants in Thy name. Ours is a gentler method, Lord. It comes suddenly, Lord. The soul of the departed flies suddenly before You from a hole which a bullet makes. It is more lenient, Lord. There is dignity in death by a bullet...."

"Shut up!" snapped Dugan. "Do you think you're the only one He's got to listen to?"

'Frisco Eddie resumed: "For they who taketh up the Smith and Wesson must die by a Colt, for so it is written, ever and anon, before dinner and after, from now on, Amen."

Weak, bearded, and grimy chins were lifted. Bodies moved. Feet scraped over the hard ground. A drunken derelict yelled,

"Amen - Hobo Ben Chased a pig an' caught a hen!"

"Choke that crummy noose-dodger, some one," commanded Nitro Dugan.

A scuffle followed. A body fell.

'Frisco Eddie chanted dolefully:

"It matters not, so I've been told, Where the body lies when the heart is cold."

"Come on, let's start the trial," cut in Dugan. He smiled urbanely at the detective and asked, "What have you to say before sentence is passed upon you?"

"Sentence? Good God, you're a gang of yeggs! Who the hell are you, to try an officer of the law? You can't do it. Even if you were honest men. I haven't been tried yet."

- the hobo's prayer, from Jim Tully, "Jungle Justice," in Joseph Lewis French, ed., Gray Shadows. New York: The Century Co., 1931. p. 52-54.

(Tully was himself a former hobo and writer of popular stories in the 1920s based upon his vagabond life in North America.)

[downthetubes]

New Eagle Times spotlights pioneering female comic artist Lily Renée

The fist issue of Eagle Times, the journal of the Eagle Society, is available now, the cover spotlighting pioneering female comic artist Lily Renée Wilhelm, aka Lily Renée

[johnny-dynamo]





Cool Rides by Loopy Dave

[saltyfinalboss]

i wanted to draw some of my less-appreciated blorbos, emphasis on some because there are so many! it was really fun to doodle them and i will likely do it again!

[connortheconceded]

"Oh, where will you go so late?" Said the knight on the road?

-False Knight on the Road

[batcavescolony]

I see a lot of people upset about William Kaplan being dead and no one mourning him cus Billy stole his body and I just don't see it that way. The kid in Wanda Vision is Billy Maximoff, The teenager at the Bar Mitzvah is William Kaplan, the Teen that got taken to the hospital after the wreck is neither and both Billy Maximoff and William Kaplan. That Teen went home with the abilities of Billy Maximoff, to the home of William Kaplan, with memories of neither and lived there for three years. He cares about Rebecca and Jeff, he lied to the to protect them from pain, they are his parents. He wants to find Tommy, he has magical powers, he wants to know who he is. All of these things are true. I wouldn't say William Kaplan is dead he just doesn't remember, like Agatha wasn't dead when he was Agnes, she just didn't remember.

[formulanni]

Nico Hulkenberg as the Knight of Pentacles:

A man of utmost diligence - he knows what he wants and is relentless in his pursuit of it. He is a hard worker, completing his mission with complete and terrible efficiency. Although his path is long and hard, filled with tasks that might be repetitive and tiring, giving up is not an option.

The Knight of Pentacles, like the Knights of the other suits, represents work, effort, and the responsibility that follows upon the dreams and ideals of the Page. This Knight is the most hard-working, methodical and detailed-oriented character of the Tarot deck. He may not be the most inspiring or creative Knight, but he’ll do the work to get the results he seeks, even if that work is highly repetitive or routine.

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[sunday2ber]

wwhat's going on here😭😭

[five-milfs-and-a-twink]

Headcannons: Familiars for the Coven of Chaos

I thought it might be fun to theorize the familiar each witch from Agatha All Along would have. Enjoy!

Agatha: Hers would be a snake of some sort, I'm thinking a black mamba. Something cunning and dangerous that is unpredictable. Also you know the drawings they have of snakes if they had arms and there's just an unbelievable amount of attitude? Agatha.

Rio: Definitely a black cat. I mean look at Rio, she's so clingy with Agatha and the SASS? yeah that's black cat energy right there.

Lilia: I could see hers being a bird, something wise like an owl. Barn owls are native to Italy (which is where she's from? I think?) and have a sort of elegance that match her perfectly.

Alice: German Shepherd. Something that's protective and tough with a sweet soul, just like her! She has her strength but looks a lot more threatening than she actually is, much like most bigger dogs.

Jen: Peacock. So elegant and poised, if a little bit vain. Easily underestimated due to the extravagant appearance, but is just as capable as the rest of the witch/familiar duos.

Billy Maximoff: A rabbit! We've now seen him twice with Senor Scratchy and they are a perfect match, but really any rabbit would probably fit. I know Billy isn't all fluff and sweetness but he has a good heart and only really got more violent when provoked.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"JUST A LITTLE SETTING-UP EXERCISE FOR "CANNON-BALL FRENCHY" - His real name is Joseph Edmunds, and he hails from Quebec, but on the hobo trail he is known as "Cannon-Ball Frenchy," alias the "Iron Man of the Road." He is shown here supporting a ninety-pound baby boulder on his chest while stretched between two chairs. Members of the Oshawa fire department, who witnessed the performance, recently, were thunderstruck when his hefty companion struck the rock a dozen lusty blows with a twenty-pound sledge hammer. But that isn't all! Not satisfied with this Herculean demonstration, he lifted the rook and carried it on his head for four city blocks.

- from the Toronto Star. April 10, 1934. Page 23.

[no7er]

Journeys in the Dark Digital artwork by me, 2024

[rjrogelart]

THREE OF PENTACLES

Need a movie where these witches all have a great time together and nobody dies 😓

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Hoboes Have Gone to War Or to Essential Industry," Windsor Star. July 22, 1943. Page 5. --- RAILWAY POLICE NO LONGER ARE BOTHERED BY KNIGHTS OF THE ROAD ---- BY FRANCOISE MARTIN ---- Whatever route he took, the king of the road has gone off to fight for his freedom to loaf and follow the sun. Railway police in Windsor report they haven't seen a hobo "for years."

VANISHES FROM SIGHT After going where he pleased and doing what he pleased for a long long time, taking the odd rest in the odd jail when the winter months were not conducive to comfort, making his home in empty box cars, getting his food from "marked" houses, and cooking it in secluded spots equipped for all who came and went, the hobo disappeared from sight almost as soon as war broke out.

In years gone by, the hoboes travelled from coast to coast, with several on every train. "Deluxe" was an empty box car, with lumber cars being a poor second for the men. If necessary, they rode atop the cars and a last resort was "riding the rods."

AVOIDED RAIN Few of them ever travelled during wet weather, preferring the comfort of their "jungles." to the hazards of travel in inclement spells.Whether the kings of the road are with the army, navy or air force, or war workers, they're out there fighting. When peace comes again, they'll follow the sun again.In the meantime, the railway police have plenty of other jobs to do.