#sergeant rutledge

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Woody Strode in Sergeant Rutledge (1960)

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Captain Buffalo (slow version) from the movie Sergeant Rutledge (1960)

Sergeant Rutledge is the only movie I’m aware of about the Buffalo Solders although the 10th Cavalry does play a part in the film Rough Riders. 

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Great film about the Buffalo Soldiers!

Woody Strode for 'Sergeant Rutledge', 1960.

"The big studios wanted an actor like Sidney [Poitier] or [Harry] Belafonte," recalled Strode. "And this is not being facetious, but Mr. Ford defended me; and I don't know that this is going on. He said, "Well, they're not tough enough to do what I want Sergeant Rutledge to be."

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Sergeant Rutledge (1960, John Ford, USA)

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Woody Strode, Jeffrey Hunter, and Constance Towers in John Ford’s SERGEANT RUTLEDGE (1960)

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Steamy Saturday

"Flaring passions behind hospital doors."

". . . hospitals are sex-charged places full of the pressures of unfulfilled and unfulfillable yearnings. . . ."

". . . soldiers return bedridden . . . and women . . . were all too eager to supply what they missed."

". . . there are some who will read this book furtively, looking for the lurid passages."

". . . revealing the seamy side of hospital experiences."

". . . a dozen intertwined tales of love among the limbless."

Whoa, whoa, whoa!! What kind of steam is this?! Despite its lurid cover art with its inflammatory copy to entice readers, this pulp novel is not nearly as sordid as it is made out to be. But it is about the rehabilitation of soldiers disabled by war and the nurses who care for them. And, yes, there is some romance.

Ward 20 is by American military and Western writer James Warner Bellah (1899-1976). Despite writing for the pulps, a number of his stories were turned into films, such as John Ford's "Cavalry Trilogy," Fort Apache (1948), She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (1949), and Rio Grande (1950), and with Willis Goldbeck, Bellah wrote the screenplays for Sergeant Rutledge (1960) and The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962). Bellah himself was a veteran of both World Wars, leaving the service with the rank of Colonel. As a veteran, he wrote his military stories with authority, and Ward 20 was heralded for its stark authenticity.

Ward 20 was originally published in hardcover by Doubleday in 1946. Our copy is the first pulp-fiction edition published in New York by Popular Library in 1953.

View other nurse romance novels.

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Billie Burke "El sargento negro" (Sergeant Rutledge) 1960, de John Ford.

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Woody Strode in; Spartacus (1960) Sergeant Rutledge (1960) Two Rode Together (1961) Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)

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A STUDY IN SCARLET

Jacob looked again at the note that the mysterious woman in the scarlet dress had handed to the judge. Mangled Mermaid at Billingsgate Docks. He had been here once and didn't remember this visit as the most amazing one. The liquor was mostly beer without gas and gin that ate at the insides with its power. The ladies left much to be desired, and the wasted sailors, often not only with alcoholic beverages, were looking for a provocation in absolutely everyone.

However, he went inside, not wasting time wondering why the woman wanted to meet here. It occurred to him that she didn't look like a prostitute, and she didn't look like a brothel-keeper either.

It seemed to him that he'd seen her in a theater once, in one of the many plays he'd crept into out of boredom — and Evie always said he wasn't a man of culture.

He felt the gaze of the woman behind the counter on him. When he looked back at her, he saw the woman pull the picture out of her corset, then look at him and then the picture.

She whistled in his direction and showed him a four on her fingers as her gaze turned to the stairs.

He nodded and made his way through the drunken men, past the brawl that was taking place right outside the bar.

It was extremely quiet upstairs. It's as if all the employees have evaporated along with the customers. And although he saw them outside, despite the terrible, freezing rain, he did not expect them all to be out.

He went to door number four. He put his ear to the door to try to hear what was going on inside. Silence again. However, the eagle's gaze told him the presence of two people. And they weren't the enemies.

He opened the door. The woman and man turned to him. The woman who bet on his fight and gave the message to the referee, and Sergeant Reginald Hargreaves, a friend of Frederick Abberline at Scotland Yard. They had a chance to exchange two words when Jacob was passing by to visit Freddie.

"Good evening, Mr. Frye."

"Is that a joke? We couldn't meet at the police station, but at the brothel?"

He closed the door behind him. The woman's look told him that, heavy against his skin like a lead ball.

"We might, if not," he grunted, putting his hands behind his back and straightening up, "our little arbitrariness."

"Our?"

"Mine and Miss Seymour's." He pointed at the woman. "We're investigating a pervert milieu that buys child sex services. Actually, I'm investigating… And I'm helping Miss Seymour a bit."

"What does it mean?"

The woman moved her hand, ordering him to follow her. They stood at a table on which lay a very detailed sketch of a young girl in a striped shirt and a once-white apron. Her hair was short and unstyled. Facial features thin, but… extremely attractive.

"This girl came out of the Home for Wayward Youth on Houndsditch in the City of London a few days ago. On her way to the pharmacist, she met Pris Witless, whom she went to, and has not been heard from since. Pris denies that she did anything to her. The girl just left without a word and is now probably wandering around London."

"She has memory lapses that she can't come back?"

"So much so that she often forgets her own name," she confirmed, and Jacob could hear an unimaginable heaviness in her voice. "In addition, under the influence of strong emotions, mainly stress, she falls into a state resembling a psychotic attack. She could get into big trouble. She also could have hurt herself unintentionally."

"And why am I in all this?"

"You're much more mobile than we are," Hargreaves said. "You are able to climb to the rooftops and find Miss Alice more quickly that way. And then make sure nothing happens to her."

"Can't I escort her straight to the orphanage?"

Seymour shook her head.

"She's looking for the culprit of the fire that killed her family eleven years ago, and she needs her own reality to piece together her memories. And this manifests itself in sleepwalking. She's tried it before at Rutledge Asylum, but to no avail, and Doctor fucking Bumby won't let her traumatic memories be retained, so she can't do it at the orphanage."

Miss Seymour seemed to have a rather unflattering opinion of the director of the orphanage. Jacob wondered why that was.

"At any rate, she will be, or already is, walking through her reality, wandering the streets, and for my peace of mind, I'd like you to look after her. Freddie said you could be trusted, and you'd do a great job on this assignment."

Jacob's eyes ran across her face. She looked seriously worried and desperate.

And he, actually, was currently unemployed anyway. Since the Blighters were broken, Starrick defeated, and Evie left for India with Henry Green, the frequency of his missions had been reduced to a minimum.

"I have much to offer you, Mr. Frye. I know everyone has their price and…"

"I don't want money, Miss Seymour."

She straightened up and glared at him.

"So what?"

"You're worried about that girl. I want to know who is she to you?"

Even Hargreaves himself wasn't entirely sure. He knew they met when Seymour was a teenager and Alice Liddell was six. And that was basically it.

"We're not related by blood," she said, wondering for a moment what she really meant to say, "but she's like a daughter to me. And I want her to be as safe as possible in this extremely dangerous process."

Jacob had people all over London. Plus, he could watch her himself, and it's all for justice.

He extended his hand towards the woman. She grabbed it tightly.

"It's a deal, Miss Seymour."

"You don't even know how much your help means to me in this case, Mr. Frye."

"I don't know, it's a fact. But you can be sure I won't let hurt her."

They shook each other's hands. And after a while, Jacob went to tell the Rooks that they had a new, very important work to do.

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original lobby card set with title card for Peter Pan (1924), written by Willis Goldbeck, based on JM Barrie's play. Willis was born in New York City and had 40 screenwriter credits from 1923 to The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962).

His other notable credits include Freaks, The Garden of Allah (with Marlene Dietrich), Young Dr Kildare (and nine sequels), The Colossus of New York (with Rory Calhoun), and Sergeant Rutledge (the first of two for John Ford).

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Sergeant Rutledge (1960) DVD Review

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Juano Hernandez in Sergeant Rutledge (1960)

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Just watched two interesting films on a similar themes, trials on 19th century military bases related to sexual crimes. Both have an the added ingredient of racism, more pronounced in the Rutledge film. Both very good films. I preferred Rutledge for its added western action. Both have themes related to the honor of the Regiment and are set on frontier military posts, Conduct is set in British India and Rutledge is in the Western United States. Both well worth watching, Conduct Misbecoming is free on YouTuber, Rutledge is more difficult to find.

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"CAR OF BANDITS IS IDENTIFIED," Hamilton Spectator. October 12, 1933. Page 7. --- License Plates Were Twisted Off Vehicle === Front Wheel Had Dropped Into Ditch ---- Grimsby, Oct. 12. - The Chevrolet coach, 1932 model, found on the mountain side at the head of Nelles side road by Earl St. John, John Rutledge and Reford Hails, yesterday afternoon, was definitely identified last evening Leslie W. Hill and Louis Game, victims of the Supreme Canners pay roll robbery, as the car used by the gunmen in the hold-up. The license plates had been twisted off the car and there was not a scrap of paper or anything in the car which might lead to identity of the owner. The serial number and engine number, however, were the means of Chief Constable Demille last night identifying the car as one stolen from Hugh McIntosh, 163 Courcelette road, Toronto, while it was parked in front of 21 Main street cast, Hamilton, at noon on September 26 last. The theft was reported to police headquarters in Hamilton at 1.35 p.m. on September 26. The license number on the car when it was stolen was CM-102. When the hold-up took place both victims took the license number as S-8696.

Phonéy Plates Police are satisfied the car carried phoney plates at that time as a car bearing this number was in the Ross garage at Hamilton when the hold-up was staged here. To get to where it was abandoned, the car had been driven up the lane through Charles Burgess' farm. It had gone beyond the end of the lane into long grass and under- brush where it turned east. The driver had apparently tried to get the car back to the road, but a front wheel had dropped into a deep ditch and the car was left where the young lads found it while out hunting. Mr. Burgess is under the impression it was driven there about 4 o'clock Wednesday morning as he was awaken- ed about that time by a car going up his lane. He does not think it could have been driven there following the hold-up as men were picking apples in the orchard all afternoon Tuesday and would have seen it passing. Police, however, are of the opinion it was another car he heard during the night and that this one was driven there immediately after the hold-up and that the men made a getaway over the mountain brow. Nelles sideroad is the first sideroad east of Robinson street where Hill and Game were robbed. In the car when it was found were two bags partly filled with apples and apparently taken from the Burgess orchard.

Investigations made by provincial police officers under Sergeant W. C. Oliver into the holdup at Grimsby on Monday, when bandits took $4,300 from two pay roll messengers, have led the authorities to believe that the gunmen intended to grab the pay roll two weeks before they did. The car that, it is suspected, was used in the robbery was stolen on September 26, which is the date of the last pay day previous to last Tuesday. The machine was stolen from an uptown street here at noon and the police are of the opinion that the gunmen intend- ed to commit the robbery that day. The queer trick of fate that govern these happenings, however, probably intervened for on that day for the first time in years a different route was taken by the pay roll messengers because they were using a different car than the one usually engaged in this work. It is thought that this incident confused the bandits and they were probably on the usual route looking for the machine that was not used that day.

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Imposing athletic frame matched by a quiet dignity. It’s Woody Strode day on #SummerUnderTheStars #TCM

My picks: John Ford’s Sergeant Rutledge (1960) and Richard Brooks’ The Professionals (1966).

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