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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year
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“Girl Stole Flask Of French Perfume,” Toronto Star. December 22, 1932. Page 3. ---- Truthful and Made Restitution Reports Store Detective ---- Whether or not ‘expensive Paris perfurme’ was a necessity in these times was a doubtful question, Magistrate Patterson thought when Brani Smith pleaded guilty, in women’s police court to-day, to stealing a costly flagon of the exotic essence.
The woman was very truthful, a store detective said, and restitution had been made.
Magsitrate Patterson: ‘Those are nice fur coats for people on city relief.’
Crown Attorney Malone, referring to Mrs. Smith and her husband: ‘Camel’s hair.’
Mrs. Smith was remanded till December 29 for sentence. Investigations will be made.
An attractive girl, jobless for some time and without funds, took some pomamengrate of potash tablets. She pleaded guilty to-day to attempting to end her life, and was remanded to the Psychiatric hospital for examination. The girl said she had lost a position through going to work one day while ‘under the weather,’ a city detective told the court.
The aftermath of a charge of threatening against Jean McKinley was that both she and complainant were bound over.
‘The woman came to my door and knocked’ complainant explained, but got no further when her worship reminded him that the case had been dealt with.
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wrongspacetime · 6 months
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The Fall of the House of Usher 1.08 | The Raven (2023)
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always enjoyed the Chess Set In The Foreground perspective framing used here
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now also noting like, huh, a chess set in a general store just visited by marigold competitors who killed one of their guys and are now on the way back from their rendezvous point w/suppliers
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#and now to take a big sip of ''nothing suggests lackadaisy ft. people stuck / things repeating / death begetting death''#not like i suppose we're going to be hit with ''& then mordecai and viktor sat down at the defiance field office for every passing gangster#played chess and then went and properly slaughtered the lackadaisy crew and arbogasts at the funeral home / barn w/car-sized holes''#good reminder though that Viktor Is Now Active....left off with elsa managing to give him a phonecall; for good measure#lackadaisy#i have no lengthy Mitzi Mordecai Murder Mystery Musings posts for today (b/c not enough fresh musing insights) but no prommies#epiphanies are on their own schedule#quite the chess piece arrangement seen there too lol. can't tell if there's any Classic Configuration in the game b/w viktor & mordecai#not a chesshead and never was lol strategy games??? who's that#or i'll play them but not strategically. invented Flick Chess for indoor recess in elementary school#you flick a piece across the board and whatever you knock off the board = you took those pieces lmfao#though not like that has Zero strategy. thinking of my day enjoying tiddlywinks research#imagine my delight revisiting all this material like oh yeah the little pic of freckle tiddlywinking#let's squop; boys#i'm also supposing that chess sets? checkers sets? and etc. would be common general store features; like phone usage....real general....#but like; what; are we expecting this Not to bring a response from marigold lol#got the nervous twitch but they're like ''ah it's fine. cost of doing business''
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seagull-scribbles · 9 months
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You're out of touch
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ahoyimlosingmymind · 29 days
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I just know Grizel cares so much about Fitz.
She's known this boy since he was 14 (?) and she's watching him grow up.
She's hung around him for years, day and night.
She's eavesdropped on his conversations, and she was there for all of the aftermath of Alvar's betrayal.
She watched his world fall out from beneath his feet first hand. She heard the whispers that followed him everywhere he went. She watched his shoulders fall.
She probably watched him bake treats for his friends. She probably watched him cry and grieve. She probably dragged him out of his bed and showed him how to work out to get out of his head. She probably reminds him to eat, and to get some vitamin D. She probably listens to him pace his bedroom well into the night. She probably listens to him talk to Mr. Snuggles when he's really overwhelmed and just needs a friend who won't judge him.
She'd die for this little sad, short-tempered baby who has done nothing wrong ever in his entire life. And her heart aches for him. For the way he can be surrounded by people, but still be so lonely.
She probably knows him better than most people just off of observation alone.
idk man. we never talk about it. and the friendship angst/potential is immaculate.
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moghedien · 2 months
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honestly I encourage everyone to get comfortable opening up their electronics. game consoles. computers. phones. keyboards. headphones. whatever. like obviously don't start with the most difficult thing to open up and don't just mindlessly pop open something and lose all the screws and don't do it while its on. but get comfortable looking inside your stuff yourself
its not hard to open up most electronics that don't have an apple logo on them (and even a lot of those are easier than you'd think) and it DOES NOT VOID YOUR WARRANTY.
Companies will try to scare you from learning how to care for your own stuff because they get money that way. Warranty stickers are technically illegal in the US but just isn't enforced, and a company can't actually void your warranty if you repair something yourself, so long as you don't break something else in the process.
like I look at threads all the time where people express fear about just opening up a console and looking at the internals to see which version they have but don't be! its easy, its safe, its free! get comfortable with your electronics and learn how to clean and repair stuff yourself, it isn't scary, companies just want you to think it is!
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erabu-san · 10 months
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This is fine. 😀
Request here !
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stiffyck · 3 months
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What if people started saying "I need to exercise more" or "I need to eat a bit healthier" instead of "I need to lose weight"
You can be healthy and fat
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glitchedcosmos · 3 months
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We were RIGHT BUT AT WHAT FUCKING COST!?!?!
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 2 years
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"INNES HAS A HABIT OF LOSING MONEY," Toronto Star. October 1, 1912. Page 3. --- Second Offence of Dropping Employer's Cash Leads to a Long Term. --- CASES IN POLICE COURT --- Two Men With Two Bags of Potatoes, Which They Say Were Given to Them. --- Though there was little force behind the blow which Thomas Petrie directed at Constable Young's face, Magistrate Denison chose to fine the intent rather than the act when the man came up in the Police Court.
"Was taking his name," Young stated, "when he struck me."
Petrie's two fines, for drunkenness and assault, were a dollar and costs. each, or thirty days, with time to pay.
The Sentences Grow. The sentences of Edward Innes have been somewhat disproportionate. This morning before Magistrate Denison, he admitted that while working as a collector for Joseph McQuilian's liquor store in Queen street west he retained $11.80 from the returns, and offered the defence that if he was given time he would refund the money and have it taken out of his wages.
"I lost it," he suggested.
"It's not the first time he's lost money," Crown Attorney Corley. commented. "A year ago when he was given $400 to buy Exhibition tickets he lost that. His term then was sixty days." Now, for the theft of of the much smaller amount, Innes will go to Central for a much longer term, four months.
Two Bags of Potatoes. Once more Charles Beamish, an aged character well known to the police, is charged with theft. Last night he was taken by Constable Ox-land, who saw him walking away with a bag of potatoes on his shoulder. A few paces behind was Lou Parsons, with a like load. The constable, knowing Beamish, went after the stranger first.
"Parsons dropped his load and ran," Oxland stated, "but I caught them both."
The charge is that the potatoes were stolen from a G.T.R. box car.
"Given to me," declared Beamish, confidently.
"Whom by?"
"Don't know his name."
"Where does he live?" "Don't know."
"Who is the kind man, anyway?" Magistrate Denison demanded, a bit impatiently.
Finally Beamish decided it was either the carmen or an officer of the M.O.H. Department. The couple remain in jail a week until they can give more definite information.
After arresting Mrs. Louisa Fifield as she came out of Eaton's. Detective Wickett want to her home at Prescott avenue, West Toronto, and a large quantity of goods, which the woman is charged with stealing.
When arrested with her 12-year-old daughter Queenie, Mrs. Fifield had an umbrella and six shirt waists which could not be accounted for by sales checks which could not be accounted for.
Ivy, another daughter. aged 15. working at Gillies' factory. 121 Prescott avenue, the police say, has admitted the theft of 11 neck scarfs, 197 neckties, 4 spools of silk, and a spool of brass wire.
The bundle of goods that the police recovered includes ribbons of all recovered in sizes, fancy lace bags, six umbrellas, lace, shirt waists, collars, hat plumes, and numerous small decorative articles. More were recovered this morning but none of the articles have yet been identified as coming from the Eaton Store.
When Mrs. Fifield appeared in Police Court, T. C. Robinette, reserved election and did not obtaining a week's adjournment.
Detective Wickett was with woman most of the morning, but she denies stealing the goods. She came to this country about nine months and ago.
Accused of Burglary Wm. J. Bell is being held in connection with the shopbreaking at 280 Church street on the night of September 14, when the warehouse of the John Sloan Company, wholesale grocers, was broken into and burglarized. Entrance was forced through a rear window, several desks were broken open, and the burglar, whether Bell or another, proved so clever that he found the combination of the be vault. About 260 postage stamps, $28.07 in cash, medals, and a quantity of jewelry was stolen.
Bell was placed under arrest on King street by Detective Mitchell in pawnshop, where it is alleged he was attempting to dispose of jewelry which, the police say, corresponded to the stolen articles.
Bell was remanded a week without bail.
A Real Estate Deal. "If you can't do business better than that you had better not do it at all. You've been here before. If you come again I'll know better how to deal with you." Those were the comments of Magistrate Denison to William Campbell, a real estate dealer, charged with the theft of $320 from Adam McMillan. There was a conviction, with a remand till called upon.
McMillan said that he bought a lot in Brandon for $320, and that when was fully paid for Campbell kept putting him off for several weeks and never furnished the deed.
Campbell's defence was that he had purchased a group of lots and that he hadn't fully paid for them to obtain the deeds himself.
"Carrying them on McMillan's money," the magistrate commented. "That is no way to do business. But you'll be remanded till called on." Campbell will now furnish the deed.
Back to Blue Grass Land. Hyde Nelson, colored, declares he will go back to his Kentucky home, and Robert Beatty is short $5. Beatty said that ten days ago he handed the colored man the amount at the Woodbine, to put on a "sure thing" which really won.
"And I never got my winnings," was the complaint.
As Nelson was positive he passed the money along to a third person who misplaced it, the ten days already spent in jail seemed enough, that is, if he keeps nis promise to get town.
Chinese Liquor. "Ing Kopy" was the plain English lettering on a carafe of Chinese wine which was seized upon the the premises of Ing Ding at 192 York street by the police when Inspector Dickson led a search party through the Chinese quarter two weeks ago..The charge was illegal sales and keeping.
"'Ing Kopy' means medicinal wine," explained J. W. Carry, defence counsel. "The proper analysis is printed on the side. That complies with the law."
Not when written in Chinese," Magistrate Denison replied.
Some of the police contended that the while the liquid was labelled "Ing Kopy," it was in reality only whisky colored red. As a test, the magistrate had whiffed a little from a glass, thought it was stronger than rose wise, and demanded an analysis. Ding was accordingly allowed a week's remand.
Lee Dun of 184 York street, was to have sold whitish stuff rice wine, for which his fine was $100 and costs or 3 months.
A Real Estate Deal After several remands, John Hanley, real estate agent, was convicted of false pretences. The complainant was John Bain, who stated he placed Welland and Port McNicol lots in Hanley hands for sale.
"He told me he had a buyer," Bain explained, "so I gave him $35 commission. Then he turned in a $100 check from a bogus buyer, and I couldn't get the money."
The court allowed Hanley three weeks remand to produce this buyer, but when he still failed to do so this morning, he was sent to to jail for 20 days.
John A. Brooker, of 54 Margueretta street, was fined $100 and costs for illegal liquor sales. The case has been on the books since July 20.
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densitywell · 3 months
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there's nothing orym would ask of the other hells that he wouldn't do himself, which is sort of the problem, really
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bananonbinary · 5 months
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somewhat kicking a bees nest here, but hear me out-
"homemade and handcrafted goods should cost hundreds and even thousands of dollars" is why attaching a monetary value to esoteric concepts like "time" and "skill" (and, you know, "a human being") is a bad system.
now, before the pitchforks come out, i am not bitching because i want a handcrafted quilt for $20. i do recognize that it would be unbelievably unfair to the quilter. but like...doesn't that sound obscene? that we live in a system where things that used to be pretty mundane are now only available to the upper class, or the creator just fucking dies? where in order for someone to make anything artistic, they need to be independently wealthy or ONLY cater to wealthy people?
again, i am not suggesting that artists should sell me their shit at a horrific loss. im not really suggesting any solution at all here, we're between a bit of a rock and a hard place. but it feels really inherently fucked up to me that the only options are "Artists taken advantage of" and "only rich people get art."
anyways, UBI huh
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unpretty · 3 months
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Oh great and terrible cassette beast, I come to you seeking aid. I enjoy recording custom mixtapes on cassette, but the audio quality is always kind of trash, usually sounding kind of tinny and crushed. Is there a way to get around this or do cassettes just sound like that
my experience with cassettes is that they just kind of sound like that. they're infamous for sounding the absolute worst of all options for physical media and for having the least longevity. cassettes are fun for the nostalgia factor, for deliberately introducing noise if that's something you enjoy, and they're a cool-looking little physical artifact with at least a theoretical function. but there's a reason i only get cassettes when they include a digital (preferably flac) copy.
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kiragecko · 2 months
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One of the first things that made the social model of disability really make sense was this:
My new doctor hadn't been doing reminder calls for the 2 years I'd had her. I FINALLY got my act together and talked to the receptionist to opt-in.
"We don't do that."
And I froze. What? How could they ... they just ... refused to remind people of appointments? I politely asked if they could make an exception, got turned down, and was in a fog for the next half an hour.
Because I couldn't get to appointments consistently without a reminder. It was hard to get there WITH a reminder, but I was simply unable to without.
Suddenly, I was disabled. Without assistance from my husband, I lacked the ability to get medical help.
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I'm thinking about that a lot, today. My husband's back at a physical office for work. I have an appointment with NQ's school. And all day, I've been carefully checking my backups.
If I miss the appointment, I'm only 5 minutes away, so I can get there quickly if called. The resource teacher will be understanding if she needs to remind me - she's willing to ask if I'm capable of talking at the beginning of every phone call, and we've set up back up forms of communication if I can't!
Even with my husband unable to physically check if I'm leaving, I have ways to ensure I get to this meeting.
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With automatic reminder calls, or husbands by my side, I can sometimes forget just how vulnerable I am on my own.
But there's a reason I can regularly see a counselor, but not a general practitioner. There's a reason my husband used to have to take the afternoon off work every time the school set up a meeting, but today I won't be seeing him until this evening.
(There's a reason that I partially started auditing because I showed up at the wrong time and place for almost every university exam, and the stress was destroying me.)
I think that's what the social model of disability is about. It's society in general bearing a slight cost so that vulnerable people don't have to bear an extremely heavy one. Paying slightly more to design buildings that mobility aids can navigate. Banning really dangerous allergens from some public spaces so that people can use them without dying. Normalizing flashing light warnings to avoid seizures.
There are only so many slight costs society can bear before they pile up into a heavy one. I'm not sure how much diversity a society can reasonably support.
But I really appreciate it when an organization is willing to send me reminders. Because my memory and sense of time SUCKS.
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skellydun · 8 months
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thinking about ending it all (quitting my job)
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dailykugisaki · 23 days
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Day 161 | id in alt
Love is stored in the roses I leave by your grave.
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