#The Mississippi Gambler

[taffetastrology]

The signs as The Mississippi Gambler costumes

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[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Elizabeth Taylor (Cleopatra, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof)—iconic actress with purple eyes and a double row of eyelashes, the real ebony dementia ravenway of old hollywood. known for her stunning tastes when it comes to jewelry and her incredible, incredible advocacy during the AIDS crisis.

Piper Laurie (The Mississippi Gambler)— Because she's so (rightfully) well-recognised for her later-life career, I don't think enough people (in the general tumblr age bracket) know about Piper Laurie's earlier years as a certified and oscar-nominated Hot Vintage Movie Woman!

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Piper Laurie:

Elizabeth Taylor:

I've been trying to steer clear of the absurdly-big names, but damnit, those violet eyes got me. The *talent*, the *presence*, the string of marriages and (temporally out-of-bounds) work in combating AIDS and pioneering in the concept of the celebrity fragrance line.

Not only did she have gorgeous violet eyes and lashes for days and one of the hottest voices ever, she was also a big supporter of the gay community

Child actress turned starlet, Liz dominated films as one of the greatest screen legends of classic hollywood. If your protagonist has violet eyes, they're imitating hers.

A Legend. She was serving milf rage in Whos Afraid Of Virginia Woolf. A Star in every sense of the word.

She was renowned for the beauty of her eyes; they were a dark blue but could look violet in certain lighting, something that photographers would actually touch up to look even more so in pictures. But even more striking was a genetic mutation that gave her a double row of eyelashes. She was also famed for her string of husbands -- 8 marriages to 7 men. Two-time hubby Richard Burton once said she was “a wildly exciting love-mistress… beautiful beyond the dreams of pornography.”

Her EYES. Early and loud support for gay rights and AIDS victims. Married a bunch of hot dudes, Burton twice!

just look at her. she's gorgeous. there's a video somewhere of her applying her eyeliner in the mirror and I think about it all the time

THE Hollywood actress of all time. Not only was she known for her long dark locks and blue-violet eyes, she also had one of the wildest life stories ever….. She’s Carrie Fisher’s stepmother because her father Eddie Fisher cheated on Debbie Reynolds with Liz. She was knighted as a dame of England. She was married to seven different men, one of them twice. She was also very kindhearted and did a lot of charity activism.

Asides from being an iconic actor, she did a lot of philanthropy and co founded the American Foundation for AIDS research. She’s sometimes considered one of the last great stars of old hollywood

[citizenscreen]

Tyrone Power in Rudolph Maté‘s THE MISSISSIPPI GAMBLER (1953)

[larkingame]

wyatt abrams, a playlist

go down gamblin’ | blood sweat & tears // devil's right hand | johnny cash //I am a man of constant sorrow | the soggy bottom boys // ramblin' man | larkin poe //ace of spades | lisa leblanc //the gambler | kenny rogers //blood sweat & murder | scott h. biram // stuck in the middle with you | steelers wheel // conman coming | monica heldal // don't take your guns to town | jonny cash // have you ever seen the rain | willie & paula nelson // mississippi | the secret sisters // my poor son | the roe family singers // hard times | ethel cain // song of sorrow | elle king // waiting around to die | townes van zandt // redemption day | johnny cash // the truth won't set us free | sara watkins // god's gonna cut you down | johnny cash // where did you sleep last night | hellbound glory // cocaine blues | johnny cash // old number seven | the devil makes three // tears of gold | larkin poe // the hand that feeds | the crane wives // highwaymen | the highwaymen // mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys | waylon jennings + willie nelson // midnight rider | allman brothers band // hurt | johnny cash

[ceofjohnlennon]

"John might as well have worn a sandwich board announcing the end of the world, so clearly was he dressed for attention. His jeans were the tightest anywhere – he only got out of Mimi's house by wearing a pair of flannels over them, taking them off on his way to college and shoving them in a shoulder bag – and he had a long, frocked black jacket, like a Mississippi gambler. He wore it all with a swagger, with self-assurance camouflaging all his insecurities. Stuart, who adopted his own individual style, dressed for himself – who but a few intimates would see his red underpants? Stuart was impressed by him, and even more so when he heard about John's group, the Quarrymen, named after the Quarry Bank High School that John and the original band members had attended. But the band was not the main attraction. John was overtly anarchic, whereas Stuart's anarchy was expressed by pushing artistic boundaries, painting large works when he should have been doing small-scale material. Stuart's rebellion was mostly acceptable, whereas John's sometimes wasn't. We are all shocked and appalled by wild behaviour, but we are also excited and fascinated by it. John was also very, very funny. Stuart loved that and could keep up with it. There was a lot of banter between them, each of them always trying to get the better line. Once, round at our house, John said to me, 'You know, your brother's a little genius.' I got back quickly, 'He thinks you're a big genius.' His smile embraced me. John was also very dangerous, and there is a kind of excitement about that too. That unpredictability. In their banter John could be very cruel but, like a strong parent, Stuart contained that, which also made John feel safe."

ㅡ From the book "The Beatles' Shadow" by Pauline Sutcliffe.

[neilphen]

She stands on the banks of the mighty mississippi alone in the pale moonlight waiting for a man a riverboat gambler said that hed return tonight they used to waltz on the banks of the mighty mississippi loving the whole night through til the riverboat gambler went off to make a killing and bring it on back to you evangeline, evangeline curses the soul of the mississippi queen that pulled her man away bayou sam, from the south louisiana had gambling in his veins evangeline, from the maritimes was slowly going insane

[twenty-words-or-less]

Mississippi Grind

Summary: Estate agent and unlucky gambler Gerry (Ben Mendelsohn) meets significantly younger and much luckier gambler Curtis (Ryan Reynolds) and go on something of an odyssey together.

Incredibly stressful examination on addiction and the difficulty of quitting with two compelling central performances. Ambiguous but hopeful ending, too.

Rating: 4.25/5

Photo credit: Roger Ebert

[reasoningdaily]

In the years before the Civil War, New York police officers sold free Black Americans into enslavement. Public Domain/Courtesy of Wikicommons

 Clashes between protestors and the police from Portland to Atlanta to Kenosha are recent flashpoints in the long history of policing in America. While the police today emerged from a hodge-podge of national and international iterations, one of the United States’ earliest and most storied forces, the New York City police, offers modern Americans a lesson in the intractability of problems between the black community and the officers sworn to uphold the law.

That long history is both bleak and demoralizing. But this past also reminds us that real change will only happen by learning from the collective American experience, one in which those who supported systems of oppression were met by others who bravely battled against them.

As the nation’s most populous city for most of its history, New York has been uniquely affected by this dynamic. In the decades before the Civil War, when Gotham’s police force was becoming regularized and professionalized, Manhattan routinely erupted in riotous violence over the very meaning of equality.

No one individual embodied the brawling roughness of New York policing like Captain Isiah Rynders of the U.S. Marshals.

Born in 1804 in the Hudson River town of Waterford, New York, Rynders was a gambler on Mississippi River steamboats. He reportedly killed a man after a card game and fled to his home state around 1837.

Known for his thunderous voice, a powerful memory, and a penchant for histrionics, Rynders made an immediate impact on New York City.

Black New Yorkers became his main target, and for decades, he patrolled the streets looking for runaways who had escaped enslavement in the South and who, against tremendous odds, had found freedom in Manhattan.

The Constitution’s Fugitive Slave Clause required northern free cities like New York to return the self-emancipated to their southern enslavers, and the NYPD and officers like Rynders were only too willing to comply, conveniently folding their hatred of black people into their reverence for the nation’s founding document. Armed with the founders’ compromise over slavery, Rynders and his fellow officers,

men like Tobias Boudinot and

Daniel D. Nash,

terrorized New York’s black community from the 1830s up through the Civil War.

And, even worse, it often mattered little whether a black person was born free in New York or had in fact escaped bondage; the police, reinforced by judges like the notorious city recorder Richard Riker, sent the accused to southern plantations with little concern and often even less evidence.

Thanks to Rynders, Boudinot, and Nash, the New York police department had become an extension of the powerful reach of southern slavery, and each month—and often each week in the summer months—brought news of another kidnapping or capture of a supposed runaway.

Black New Yorker John Thomas, for example, was claimed by an enslaver from Louisville, Kentucky. Thomas purportedly fled slavery along the Ohio River, then travelled through Canada, and ultimately found a job as a porter in a Manhattan hotel.

In late 1860, Thomas was arrested as a fugitive by the Manhattan police. While in prison, Thomas hastily drafted a note, dropped it out his cell window, and asked a passing boy to give the note to his employer, who submitted a writ of habeas corpus.

Unfortunately, the marshal on duty was none other than Rynders, who produced a different black man in response to the writ, and the judge declared the writ satisfied. In the meantime, Thomas’ employer and friends learned, too late, that one of Rynders’ deputies had taken the real John Thomas to Richmond, where he would be transported to Kentucky, lost in the darkness of American slavery, like untold numbers of other kidnapping victims.

Fortunately, New York’s black community was not without heroic defenders like David Ruggles, the tireless activist and journalist. Ruggles led the city’s antislavery community while the likes of Rynders, Riker, Boudinot and Nash, a group so wicked that Ruggles had labeled them “the kidnapping club,” patrolled the streets and docks in search of their next prey.

Joined by activists like Horace Dresser, Arthur Tappan, Charles B. Ray and other antislavery protestors, Ruggles fought relentlessly against those officers and marshals who threatened black liberty.

Just as modern protestors decry the role of the police in the quest for order, black and white activists in pre-Civil War New York claimed that the force was little more than a vigilante expression of the worst tendencies of white residents.

A more professionalized police force, however, did not mean one more suited to the protection of black civil rights. On the contrary, in the early 1800s, the police proved sadly and persistently indifferent to the black lives they were supposed to protect.

By modern standards, the early NYPD was a ragtag band of barely organized and only partially trained officers. The daytime police remained inadequate to deal with the robberies, violence, prostitution, gambling and other crimes of a city approaching 300,000 people in the 1830s.

Only 16 constables, elected by citizens of each ward, along with about 60 marshals appointed by the mayor, patrolled the city. Only constables and marshals had the power to arrest under a magistrate’s orders. Armed with warrants issued by Riker, marshals like Rynders could terrorize Gotham’s black residents, who came to fear the police presence in their neighborhoods.

Part of the fear emanated from the fact that Rynders’ confederates Boudinot and Nash did not wear uniforms or carry any kind of badge signifying their authority.

The familiar dark blue uniforms of the NYPD were not instituted until the 1850s, so African Americans harassed or arrested by the police could not even be sure that they were being accosted by legal authorities.

Equally problematic was the fact that neither Nash nor Boudinot earned regular salaries on which they could depend; their ability to support themselves and their families came from fees set by state law, which virtually required officials to arrest as many people as possible.

The situation almost guaranteed corruption, and tied the financial interests of the New York police force to the financial interests of southern slaveowners. Not that they needed any push to over-police the black community, but patrollers like Nash and Boudinot had every incentive to use their blanket writ to arrest as many accused fugitive slaves as they possibly could. In fact, their financial well-being depended on it.

Boudinot and Nash operated almost like independent agents in a police force that was itself in disarray, an institutional chaos that only rendered Black lives even more vulnerable. Fernando Wood, elected mayor in 1854, controlled the police department and relied heavily on Irish immigrants to man the force.

But by the 1850s, anti-Irish politicians were trying to establish a new police force, soon to be called the Metropolitans, that would replace Wood’s Municipals. A clash erupted in 1857 when Wood refused to back down, and for months, the city actually had two competing police departments who battled each other as much as they combatted crime.

Both Wood’s Municipals and the state’s Metropolitans were guilty of malfeasance and dereliction of duty.

In fact, the Municipals, led by police chief George Matsell, had been called “slave catchers” by the city’s black community and its allies in the Republican press.

George Matsell, a member of the NYPD since 1840, himself was suspected of corruption, and rumors spread that he extorted money from criminals, seized stolen property for his own use, and skimmed the profits of illegal activities.

By the time the Municipals and Metropolitans vied for control of the New York police, Matsell had managed to build a sprawling summer mansion within a vast vineyard in Iowa, where local landmarks still bear his name. New York politician Mike Walsh labeled the heavy-set Matsell a “walking mass of moral and physical putrefaction.”

The crisis between the Municipals and the Metropolitans was only resolved when Wood and the Municipals finally backed down and the Metropolitans emerged as the city’s permanent and only official police force. Yet, the new police force proved no more respectful of black lives.

Boudinot became a captain in one of the city’s main wards and Rynders became a Democratic elder statesman during and after the war. In fact, New York City, always ready to defend the cotton trade with the South, voted against Lincoln in 1860 and harbored racial conservatives like Wood during the war and after. Embodied by newspapers like The New York Weekly Caucasian, one of the nation’s most prominent promulgators of white supremacist ideology, the city remained an unfriendly place for African Americans.

One hundred and fifty years later, policing has changed a great deal, particularly in its militarization and organization, but the tensions between the nation’s black communities and the police are still very much evident.

Black Americans have been fully aware of this history for generations because they have been the objects of so much of the violent quest for law and order. Although many people might assume that Riker’s Island was named after the city recorder, it appears that the name originates less from an individual and more from Manhattan’s general Dutch heritage. But though their origins may be different, both the prison and the city recorder share a similar past of neglecting the plight and suffering the New York’s most vulnerable residents.

Now, with some white Americans learning the fraught history of policing for the first time, have they come to realize that the last moments and utterances of Eric Garner, George Floyd, Breonna Taylor and untold others are but modern expressions of a deep and deadly struggle that stretches back to America’s earliest beginnings.

[internatlvelvet]

From his set of "Mississippi Gambler", Tyrone Power visits Loretta Young on her set of "Because of You"

[gatutor]

Piper Laurie-Tyrone Power "El caballero del Mississippi" (The Mississippi gambler) 1953, de Rudolph Maté.

[pettyrevenge-base]

Horrible roommate with insane boyfriend who won’t leave? Byeeeeeee!

Managed to find an awesome house to rent after college with two other friends. One was my good buddy from undergrad, let’s call him Ben. The other was someone who I’d gotten to know through another close friend, and let’s call her Crystal. Everything is all fine, and actually great for quite some time. Lived our own lives, but had a great time hanging out together too. The perfect roommate situation.

That is, until Crystal started dating Pablo. Pablo was the ultimate deadbeat with a Napoleon complex. Just a little over a month into our lease, Pablo got evicted from his placed, and Crystal asked if he could stay for a short period while he looked for a new place. Being understanding and empathetic, and trusting Crystal (we had no reason not to), we said sure as long as it’s temporary. Big mistake.

Pablo lost his job. Pablo had been dishonorably discharged from the military. Pablo was a(n) (unsuccessful) gambler. Pablo was a drunk (it was New Orleans, so it’s not like any of us had a leg to stand on here), but he was a dangerous drunk. He would verbally abuse Crystal, waking up the whole household in the middle of the night with fights. He killed her pet fish by running it under scalding hot water. He would hurl racial slurs at my then-boyfriend. He broke Ben’s Wii. On numerous occasions, he left the front door wide open (anyone who knows New Orleans knows this is a bad move, even in the safest areas). He left an empty pot on the stove with the burner on, and I came home to a house full of smoke. He was really putting everyone’s lives in danger.

Ben and I decided to have a house meeting to discuss our concerns with her, and, knowing that sometimes emotions can flair, we came with a written agenda so as to just stick to the facts. Yet Crystal defended him, and offered no solution to when he would be leaving and finding his own place (spoiler: he never would).

[Really rubbing salt in the wound, Pablo had gambled much of their money and Crystal was having trouble making rent one month. She asked if she could borrow it and pay me back next paycheck. Again, being a trusting empath, and feeling like we had no other choice, I did. I was furious to find out that the two of them had left for a long weekend at a casino resort in Mississippi before having paid me back.]

Well, now for the petty revenge:

I had been working two full-time jobs. I saved like crazy, and it was 2008 and housing prices had dipped. I decided to buy my own home. Ben knew all about this (so did my landlady), and was planning to be my roommate in the new house, but I never mentioned a single word to Crystal. I found a great place, made an offer, and closed a little thereafter.

It just so happened that the day I closed on the house, when we were already planning to move and just get the hell out of dodge, Crystal and Pablo took one of their famous casino getaways. We got around 15-20 of our close friends, one of whom had an enormous truck and a giant flatbed (of course someone did, it was Louisiana). Many hands make light work, and within a few short hours the entire house other than their room was cleared out. (Ohhhh, did I mention?: All the furniture, all the kitchen stuff, everything in the common rooms belonged to either me or Ben).

Crystal and Pablo returned home at the end of a full day of gambling, only to find a completely empty house except for their room. We told them we had switched the utilities (that were under my name) to the new house, and we had informed the landlady, and paid out our share of the remainder of the lease. The looks on their faces was priceless. We left and never saw them again, halleloo.

TL;DR - Roommate’s psycho boyfriend moved in, never left, went bananas. Other roommate and I got a huge group of friends to help move all our stuff to a new house without telling them, in just a few hours time while they were away. They returned to a completely empty house except for their stuff. Priceless looks on their faces as we left for the last time.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[kmp78]

“What kind of major social influencers and world leaders do you suppose they'll evolve into? 🤔”. - I don’t know them nor do you. But, Oprah Winfrey was born up in rural Mississippi to a soldier and an unwed mother. She was raised by a strict and abusive grandmother. She is now worth billions and has done amazing things for humankind. She was a no one once. Nelson Mandela was from a small tribe in South Africa, lost his father at 9 and was raised by a tribe member. Familiar with the term apartheid? What about Nobel Oeace Prize? He was a no one once. CGE Mannerheim’s father was a gambler who abandoned his family to live with his mistress after running his family into bankruptcy. Mannerheims mother died when he was a young teen and he was sent to a cadet academy from which he was expelled. Guess you are familiar enough with your own country’s history to know his contributions… He was a no one once. Shall we talk about Christ… just a poor carpenter…. ANYONE can become ANYTHING ! You are simply jealous and resentful because you chose to be a nothing influencing nor leading anyone and are still a no one.

Ah yes, Mandela and social media leg-spreaders are fighting the same fight. ✊️

And btw DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME ABOUT MANNERHEIM UNLESS YOU DO SOME RESEARCH. 🤦🏼‍♀️

You wanna know where he was born and spent his childhood?

AT LOUHISAARI MANOR. 🙄

He and his siblings had a Swiss governess and went to private lyceums. He and his family were always at the top of the Finnish social hierarchy.

HE WAS NEVER IN HIS LIFE A "NO ONE". 🙄

[citizenscreen]

Tyrone Power in Rudolph Maté’s THE MISSISSIPPI GAMBLER (1953)

[bluenutbear]

The Unique History of Riverboat Gambling

Riverboat gambling is a unique chapter in the history of gaming, particularly in the United States. It combines the romance of river travel with the thrill of gambling, and its history is as fascinating as the games themselves.

1. Origins of Riverboat Gambling

Riverboat gambling began in the early 19th century along the Mississippi River. The riverboats were a popular mode of transportation, and soon they became floating casinos, offering card games like poker and blackjack to passengers.

2. The Golden Age

The golden age of riverboat gambling occurred between 1810 and 1840. During this time, riverboats became a hub for professional gamblers who traveled the river in search of high-stakes games. These riverboats were often luxurious, catering to wealthy passengers.

3. Decline and Revival

With the advent of railroads, riverboat gambling declined in the late 19th century. However, it saw a revival in the 1990s when several states in the U.S. legalized riverboat casinos. Modern riverboat casinos now operate on rivers and lakes, offering a wide range of gaming options.

4. Modern Riverboat Casinos

Today, riverboat casinos can be found in states like Louisiana, Missouri, and Illinois. While they are no longer required to cruise, they retain the charm and tradition of their historic counterparts.

Riverboat gambling remains a unique and nostalgic way to enjoy casino games, blending history with modern entertainment. Riverboat gambling may have a rich history, but today’s gaming enthusiasts can experience the thrill of modern casino games from the comfort of their homes. Platforms like Playinmatch.com offer a wide range of casino games, providing the same excitement and opportunity to win, all without setting foot on a boat. For those who love the blend of tradition and innovation, Playinmatch.com is the perfect place to enjoy the best of both worlds.

[archivist-crow]

On this day:

THE LAST WISH OF BARBARA GRAHAM

On June 3, 1955, Barbara Graham was executed in the gas chamber at San Quentin, convicted of taking part in the murder of Mabel Monahan. It was said that along with four men, she had gained entry to Monahan's house in search of a gambler's fortune that was hidden there. No fortune was found, and when they left, Monahan was dead; $10,000 worth of jewelery and $500 cash in the victim's purse remained untouched.

Graham swore her innocence up to the end and may have received a lighter sentence, a pardon, or a new trial but for a mistake she made while in prison. A fellow inmate offered to provide her with an alibi for $25,000. Graham agreed. The "inmate" was an undercover policewoman who had taped their conversation. When questioned about her indiscretion, tearful Graham replied, "Oh, have you ever been desperate? Do you know what it means not to know what to do?"

Knowing she was going to die, Graham swore that the men connected with her conviction would die prematurely also. Coincidentally, one of her accomplices had disappeared and was presumed murdered before the trial. Two were executed on the same day as she was. The man who had turned prosecution witness was killed on the Mississippi River when, in a fog, a Dutch freighter rammed the small craft he was riding on. Another man who was in on the plan and gave evidence, but backed out at the last minute, died when he drove into a road obstruction. The district attorney in charge of Graham's prosecution died unexpectedly from cancer, the warden of the San Quentin prison was struck dead by heart failure, and the judge who sentenced her died abruptly, also from cancer.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009