#Pall Mall Magazine

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Patten Wilson (1869-1934), ''The Pall Mall Magazine'', Vol. 38, 1906 Source

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Sidney H. Sime - The shadow on the house. Illustration from Pall Mall Magazine, 1906.

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1937 illustration by Charles ‘Clixby’ Watson by totallymystified Via Flickr: For the story It’s An Ill Wind by Alice Hegan Rice. From Nash’s Pall Mall Magazine.

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1965 Pall Mall Cigarettes

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London's First Department Store

The story of Harding, Howell & Co, London's first #department store @Countrylifemag https://www.countrylife.co.uk/luxury/style/curious-questions-who-opened-the-first-ever-department-store-254207

The story of London’s first department store and the man whose vision it was. To read the article in full, follow the link below: Who opened the first ever department store?

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Oingo Boingo - Dead Man's Party 1986

"Dead Man's Party" is a song by American band Oingo Boingo, released as the third single from their fifth studio album of the same name. The song was released on a 12" single in conjunction with another song from the album, "Stay". It is perhaps best known for its appearance in the 1986 film Back to School, where the band performed it at a party.

The lyric, "I hear the chauffeur coming to my door/Says there's room for maybe just one more," is a reference to "The Bus-Conductor," a short story by E. F. Benson about a hearse driver, first published in The Pall Mall Magazine in 1906. The story has been adapted several times and spawned an urban legend, with each version using the catchphrase, "Room for one more".

Danny Elfman performed the song as the final encore of his Nightmare Before Christmas concerts at the Hollywood Bowl in 2015, 2016, and 2018, and at Banc of California Stadium in 2021, alongside his former Oingo Boingo guitarist and arranger Steve Bartek.

"Dead Man's Party" received a total of 80,9% yes votes! Previous Danny Elfman polls: #5 "This Is Halloween".

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“Unmasking an unutterable crime - How a newspaper exposé revealed a grisly trade in trafficked girls – and landed its editor in prison

In July 1885, the Pall Mall Gazette ran a series of articles on a scandal that was so explosive that they were preceded with a content warning. “Squeamish” and “prudish” readers who preferred to live in “selfish” ignorance were advised not to read the paper. Those who dared were promised “an authentic record of unimpeachable facts, abominable, unutterable, and worse than fables yet have feigned or fear conceived”.

The articles, collectively entitled ‘The Maiden Tribute of Modern Babylon’, was the product of a ‘Special and Secret Commission’ led by the magazine’s editor, William T Stead, on the trafficking of young girls into prostitution in London. Stead took readers on a tour of the capital’s brothels typically frequented by wealthy men in search of ‘maidenheads’ to deflower.

Through interviews with procurers and brothel-keepers, Stead reported how girls aged 11–15 were groomed, or purchased from parents, sent to collusive doctors or midwives to have their virginity certified, drugged with chloroform, and then raped in locked rooms. “In my house,” boasted one brothel-keeper, “you can enjoy the screams of the girl with the certainty that no one hears them but yourself.”

Stead even went so far as to purchase a child for himself. Thirteen-year-old Lily (later revealed to be Eliza Armstrong) was allegedly sold by her alcoholic mother for £5. Stead described the girl’s panic when she woke to find herself locked in a room with a man (ie Stead), emitting “a wild and piteous cry… a helpless startled scream like the bleat of a frightened lamb”.

The public response to the articles was overwhelming. As the newsagent WH Smith refused to sell it, large crowds gathered at the magazine’s office to obtain copies. The reports were reprinted in European and American newspapers. On 14 August, parliament passed a Criminal Law Amendment Act, which raised the age of consent for girls from 13 to 16 and gave the police greater powers to prosecute streetwalkers and brothel-keepers. Days later, 250,000 people gathered for a demonstration in Hyde Park to demand its enforcement.

Stead had succeeded in his aim – to use human-interest stories, sensation and scandal to galvanise support for social change. He had also overstepped the mark. For his role in the procurement of ‘Lily’, the editor was convicted of child abduction and sentenced to three months’ imprisonment with hard labour.”

- Rosalind Crone

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Illustration by Aubrey Beardsley for the Pall Mall Magazine, June 1893.

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This month in 1906 the E.F. Benson story The Bus-Conductor was published in Pall Mall Magazine. It's one of the earliest appearances of the urban legend Room For One More?

The story goes like this: a traveler is staying the night at a friend’s house. Shortly after midnight, a sound from outside brings them to the window. On the driveway below, the traveler sees a hearse pull up. There is no coffin inside, but instead a group of living people. The hearse driver, a man with a sinister appearance, looks up at the traveler in the window and says, “There’s room for one more.”

Shaken, the traveler returns to bed, and in the morning, dismisses the creepy encounter as a dream. But later that day the traveler goes to board a bus, and finds the driver looks exactly like the hearse-driver from the night before. And he repeats his invitation— “There’s room for one more.” 

Terrified, the traveler backs away from the bus, letting it leave without them. A moment later, a truck slams into the bus, killing everyone on board.

Read all about it on my blog, and get writing prompts, such as:

Destination unknown. The story always ends with a crash. But there are other potentially horrifying fates. Perhaps the bus is hijacked, or takes a wrong turn down a foggy road and never arrives at its next stop. Maybe the elevator reaches the first floor unscathed, but with all its passengers vanished. Could it have opened at floor 13, which everyone thinks does not exist?

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“Guesses at Futurity No. 7: Interplanetary Communication. Gold Mining in the Mountains of the Moon” from the Pall Mall Magazine, 1895

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Nash's and Pall Mall magazine, Sept. 1922.

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1937 illustration by Charles ‘Clixby’ Watson by totallymystified Via Flickr: For the story It’s An Ill Wind by Alice Hegan Rice. From Nash’s Pall Mall Magazine.

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1956 Reward Yourself with the pleasure of smooth smoking. Pall Mall

Source: Time Magazine

Published at: https://posterhistory.com/smoking/pall-mall/

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1951 Pall Mall Cigarette advertising