#james j. hill

[1900scartoons]

Some Tough Morsels For the Whale 

February 28, 1907

Harriman, Jim Hill, and Spreckels are thrown in the ocean from the Ship Subsidy ship as it sails into a storm.

The caption reads - “Throwing Overboard the Jonahs from Ship Subsidy”

The Ship Subsidy Bill had been modified to help insure that the money would not go to Railroad trusts.

See Also: James J. Hill

From Hennepin County Library

Original available at: https://digitalcollections.hclib.org/digital/collection/Bart/id/5923/rec/61

[bargainsleuthbooks]

Sherlock Holmes and the Ice Palace Murders: A Minnesota Mystery by Larry Millett #SherlockHolmes #Minnesota

Sherlock Holmes came to Minnesota to solve a mystery? In the hands of #LarryMillett, the #Greatdetective returns to the midwest two years after solving another #MinnesotaMystery #SherlockHolmesandtheIcePalaceMurders #BookReview #Audible #Mystery

Sherlock Holmes rides again in this delightful mystery, based on another newly discovered manuscript. The year is 1896, and St. Paul’s magnificent Winter Carnival is underway when Holmes and Watson are summoned by the city’s most powerful man, railroad magnate James J. Hill. It seems a wealthy young man has disappeared on the eve of his wedding, and his fiancee’ has suspiciously discarded her…

[snowsupply]

Drew my DBD mains together🫶

[anonymousgayrobot]

thank you bloober team for the seamless scene switching, yes what a technological wonder indeeeeed yes quite so

[marcidgrrl]

.·:*¨¨* 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔩 — サイレントヒル *¨¨*:·.

[nerks]

you guys ever just be a horror protagonist random assortment of doodles, probably what I'll use tumblr for from now on honestly

[jassumkiddos]

Silent hill if it was cute

[viridiansunset]

Hill House

St. Paul

[lamphous]

well I was feeling VERY bad today and after picking up my journal while trying to clean and finding I had not written in it since I was fired I felt very worse, but then the thought occurred to me "arts and crafts will fix this" and by jove it did. sat on the floor covered in glue and bits of paper and now I am reborn.

anyway here's a little monster house spread made of only things from my shoebox of One Day I Will Collage This scraps

[milliondollarbaby87]

The Black Phone (2021) Review

When Finney Blake is abducted by the serial killer than has been named The Grabber, he must use all of his wit to stay alive. The mysterious black phone in the basement keeps ringing and it’s the previous victims of the killer who all try and help him. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Continue reading The Black Phone (2021) Review

[1900scartoons]

Greasing the Ways

November 7, 1907

Secretary Cortelyou and Jim Hill grease the skids of the wheat Crop of the Northwest boat with money, to slide down into the ocean of commerce of the world.

The caption reads "She starts, she moves, she seems to feel the thrill of life along her keel."

The government had spent money to ensure that the Northwest wheat crop would be able to reach markets.

See Also: James J Hill

From Hennepin County Library

Original available at: https://digitalcollections.hclib.org/digital/collection/Bart/id/6486/rec/1765

[bargainsleuthbooks]

Sherlock Holmes and the Red Demon: A Minnesota Mystery by Larry Millett #SherlockHolmes #Minnesota #BookReview #AudiobookReview

Did you know that the great #SherlockHolmes actually came to America to solve a mystery involving the railroad magnate #JamesJHill? I was happy to revisit this pastiche set in #Minnesota in 1894. #DrWatson #bookreview #railroads #greatfire #lumberyards

When a cunning villain sets out to destroy the Great Northern railway in America, Holmes comes face-to-face with all manner of frontier characters. He also becomes attentive to one woman’s (and suspect’s) charms. But charm gives way to terror when Holmes goes up against an arsonist called the Red Demon. Sherlock Holmes and the Red Demon (Amazon US) (Amazon UK) (Audible) (AbeBooks) is the first…

[thundercrack]

the U.S. literally still has an amtrak named the Empire Builder (Chicago -> Seattle). it was inaugurated by the great northern railway in 1929 and is named for the founder of the railway, james j hill who built the only privately funded transcontinental railroad. it is now amtrak's most popular long distance train.

[tricornonthecob]

The cat left my arm, but then there was a suspicious crash in the kitchen

LK 109: Ain't No Bunker Mountain High Enough

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Can you imagine. She watched her cousin die in her arms, and now she's picking her way through triage. There were upwards of 1,000 wounded on the British side that day. The sound of hundreds of men wailing, of men sobbing, of men silent. The sight of carnage, of redcoats she's long been familiar with - long associated with paternal comforts - torn and bloodied. And the smell. The smell. Copper and sulfur and sweat. Is she recalling watching her cousin die? Is she imagining all the ways that James might be joining him? Does she wonder if her father is gone, too, somewhere in the wilderness, his blood mingling with the forest floor?

The men and boys she loves, all wracked and beaten by the inanity of war and inhumanity of the world. Is there a moment when she thinks that its pointless? A moment when time stops around her, when she moves but feels motionless, numbed to her senses, and comes face-to-face - for the first time - with how powerless a person truly is?

Anyway, back to the PBS Kids' Show.

a PBS Kid's Show unapologetically showing a grown man sobbing for his lost brother. As it should.

Bruh, I got nothing.

...you're not fine. You can say that.

Ok but I love how James' voice actor is playing him this episode. 100/100 serious/soft/empathetic James is best James.

upwards of 1,000, actually

oh god he knows why she was doing what she was doing the EMPATHY and the COMMUNICATION.

OH GOD SHE CAN'T ANSWER WITH WORDS SHE JUST NODS. Like, its so rare she doesn't have an answer or a quip or some comment about something, her mind always has something, and to just... not be able to have anything. She's so torn up about what she's seen and about having her hopes about her dad continually frustrated.

fucking HELL the empathy and the mutual hurt/comfort vibes. Y'all need a snuggle. Fucking A, I need a snuggle.

I want to make a fun comment about Spy!Henri, I really do, but I'm still feeling the angst vibes.

oh my GOD. In this house, we stan many things. Pretty bois, long flowing hair, and Empathetic James.

OH MY GOD YOU TWO STOP GAZING AT EACH OTHER LIKE THAT.

(She said "yielded no word of father.")

Lady Phillips, getting this letter a few weeks after her other letter:

Well this episode punched me in the gut unexpectedly.

Anyway byeeeee

[wayzata]

Joe Komarek: The Voice of the Wayzata Trojans Signs Off After 33 Years

P.A. Announcer will be remembered for his artificial attendance reports, imitations of officials’ penalty calls, and his faith within the community After more than three decades as the unmistakable voice of Wayzata High School athletics, Joe Komarek stepped away from the microphone earlier this year, bringing an end to his 33-year tenure as the public address announcer for the Trojans. Known for…

[europeansdomusicalsbetter]

it's nearly midnight and all I can think about is the people who are riding trains right now. and I mean like amtrak trains. the sleeper cars all neatly set up, the coach class seats reclined, if anyone's in the observation car (so much glass) and all they can see is their own reflection. a podcast going in someone's ear, someone else lulled by the sound of the tracks and the constant swaying. if someone rode that line a hundred times, there are still stretches they will never see in daylight because that's just how the schedule is. what a mystery those stretches in the dark must be - lights of towns, the deep black of farmland, and the moon up above. and who is driving it? who is alone, ploughing through the night? who is ferrying all these people?

and when the dawn comes and you wake up - it's all the same. there's no getting off the train for a few days. what do you do, how do you fill your time? what will you see out the window today? what will you never see, when the sun goes down?