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I had a long wait tonight, went early 'cause the sun was shining but I only saw a couple of the bigger cubs late on, quite pleased with this though. The magpies are a sure sign of an approaching fox, every now and then the cubs will go for one of them but I can't imagine them actually catching one. I'm trying to catch up but by the time I get back from the foxes I have to set up for the badgers, I really want to get make the most of the badger cubs before we go away in a few weeks : )
And yes the magpie has a piece of the fox's meat.
Not much of normal interest but just imagine two 1960's Jaguar motor's ripping through the frame in a breakneck cop's versus robber's car chase.
Well, it happened here in 1967, in the film Robbery, starring Stanley Baker, Barry Foster and George Sewell.
You can see the chase on YouTube, Robbery (1967) - the car chase, 6:23.
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Foto feta amb una Vest Pocket Kodak, fabricada cap al 1914; Ilford HP5 400 en format 127, revelat amb Rodinal.
Part d'un rodet de prova a partir d'una comanda de 15 m. de pel·licula de 4cm (127) dins de la campanya ULF de la propia Ilford.
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Aquest edifici era el 1981 el Banco Central, a les Rambles de Barcelona. Aquí es va dur a terme l'assalt a un banc més famós i misteriós de la historia de Catalunya.
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Picture taken with a Vest Pocket Kodak, made c.1914; Ilford HP5 400 in 127 format; stand developed with rodinal.
This was in fact a trial roll of a 15 m. long 4cm roll of HP5 film I bought through the 2023 Ilford ULF Campaing.
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This was the Banco Central in the Rambles of Barcelona. Here in 1981 happened a most famous and conspiranoic bank robbery.
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Aww man is that the bank alarm?
Yee-haw!
Dammit, these bandits think they can do anything now that the Empire has fallen! Not on my watch!
There's a lot of red hair here. I was constantly told how glamorous my parents were. There is a very slim possibility that I took this. (P.O.V., absence from photo and my Mother's (at L) insistence upon such meetings being photographed.)
As the standoff continues, the hostage negotiator tried to make contact with the bank robbers in an attempt to end the incident peacefully.
After the bank robbers failed to answer the phone inside the bank several times, the hostage negotiator supported by Special Tactics Constables deployed from an armoured vehicle to make one final attempt to contact the hostage takers.
Will the bank robbers surrender?
To be continued...
I'm glad that this shot worked out so well. We spotted those curvy rails, arranged the model but then I noticed that the background blur would not be satisfiing with the Sigma 35 1.4 Art. So I did a multirow Panorama with the Zeiss Apo Sonnar 2/135 consisting of 12 Images. Hope u like it, too :-)
One thing lead to another and I ended up in the drive with Rusty the dog, a torch, a pair of oakleys and an orb string. I remember Tim doing a very similar shot to this a while back but using his pinhead mask for the model. Sorry Tim but its desperate times at the minute, thanks for the inspiration!!!
Somersworth, New Hampshire
As featured in the new book, Wicked Strange: Your Guide to Ghosts, Monsters, Odditties & Urban Legends from New England.
Investigate an 1897 Good Friday murder and bank robbery that left the town of Somersworth, New Hampshire, in shock. A 68-year-old pillar of the community named Joseph Stickney was found lying in the bank in a pool of his own blood. The police chased 24-year-old Joseph Kelley into Canada where he was apprehended and brought back to New Hampshire for trial. In court, Kelley claimed he was under contract with the Devil.
52 Weeks of Pix 2016
Week 10 of 52
Theme: A Childhood Memory
As a child I spent hours with my old west playset. I still have parts of it today although my fort and Indian camp are long gone.
Shown here is a bank robbery with the sheriff and towns people responding to the crisis.
Where the Jewels Are.
A Prequel to
“An Odyssey Less Taken “ (Tallie)
An Escapade in 3 Acts…
Excerpts:
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Act 1
The Mustard Seed is planted
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A couple is getting ready to leave for an apparently Fancy Dress Affair:
The wife cascades down the stairs swirling her silk dress for to catch her husband’s eye, which she does.
Blimey Bess, did you leave anything in ur Jewelry Casket, he chides with a satisfied smirk.
Casket, Luv? Really? I keep telling you what a morbid term that is, she scolds him , while she smiles radiantly ; fetchingly placing a hand to her husband’s cheek, then straightening the black bow tie of his tux.
Don’t be snide, I know you like it when I dress. Besides it’s not often we get to hob nob with near royalty. Beth said in justification of herself driving to the occasion dressed to the nines.
But Beth, Calling it a casket is an old term, and her husband starts to explain (not for the first time) the origin of the phrase ”jewele casket”
Hush child, Beth simpers, placing a finger to his lips, with a very becoming look in her eyes, save it for the students. She turns away and he slaps her lovingly upon her posterior. She giggles and heads back to the stairs.
The doorbell rings.
Beth stops and turns, looking at the door. Could you get that dear, looks like a postal package. I have to go upstairs to finish my hair, and to bury my casket, you old toad she tosses at him, making no attempt to hide in her voice the with undying affection she has for her husband, the love of her life.
He obediently goes to the door, where a man in uniform can be seen through the window, waiting with a package.
He turns, a lump rising in his throat as he eyeballs his pretty ( to him) wife Bess. The main reason is too catch another look at the pretty party dress swishing along her withdrawing figure ,but he also throws a teasing retort at her retreating back, . besides, casket It what me Mum called it luv…..
Turning away, he goes to open the door.
End Act 1
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Act 2
The Trolley Cometh
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Up on a hummock a large stone manor sits, dominating the landscape below.
A proper butler opens the Manor’s double doors and a stream of well gowned, ladies pour out. The many jewels they are wearing sparkling like some sort of jewel filled waterfall as they move heading down to where a quite ornate Trolley awaits them.
The whispering rustle of high end satin and the erupting glitter of colourfully flickering tiffany quality jewels, lighting up the dreary early morning as female members of the wedding party descend.
The bride is the last to come out into the early morning, stopping to survey the activity below , ever so a royal highness looking down on her subjects.
It was her idea to have her brides maids be driven out to her parents country estate before the dress rehearsal and have a photo grapher take shots of her party at various locations. Since the Groom and his Groomsmen were not allowed, by custom, to view the gowned bride before the ceremony, they were of course not invited. Nor was anyone else outside herself, the bridal party and the photo grapher. The rehearsal and dinner were to take place later that afternoon, and the bride and her party would be changing at the country estate. Towards that means they had already placed cases aboard the trolley containing their evening clothes and everyday jewelry that they would wear for the evenings festivities..
She preferred to be in control off all aspects of the situation. Needless to say, her wedding planner, waiting at the stone cathedral, had developed a migraine over the whole affair.
After a couple of group shots are arranged in front of the elegant trolley, the party is herded aboard by the tuxedoed trolley driver. He has their schedule to keep. He is helped by his pretty blonde wife, herself dressed shimmering, sparkling, as she expertly moves (herds?) the elegant ladies , escorting them cheerfully to their seats.
And with a lurch of the trolley on the old private road, the entire ultra-wealthy group set off on their pre nuptial adventure.
End Act 2
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The connection between acts 1 & 2, for those who haven’t figured it out, will be revealed in act 3.
Please comment if you’re going to stay tuned for the outcome
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This would be the 3rd and possibly final installment of the trilogy…..If you are interested in reading the storyline complete you may find it enlightening to visit Acts 1 and 2 (respectively) before proceeding any further.
Please consider leaving a comment behind that you have (read) the acts. It would be deeply appreciated.
Act 3(?)
After the Harvest
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The inspector arrives in his rather jaunty sports auto. He emerges with his Detective Sargent, approaching a waiting constable.
The constable’s partner, Archie, is inside with the police matron.
What do we have Constable? The inspector asks quizzically.
Apparently we have a husband and wife teem who own and drive a private rental trolley, that then decides to waylay and rob the entire wedding party they were hired to ferry about.
Way out here, in the middle of nowhere, Constable?
Appears they were going to the Brides summer home to be photographed. The trolley turned down the path to this old deserted manor where they were told there was engine trouble.
And they were robbed, by the driver and his wife you say Constable?
Them, and two others waiting.
4 robbers then,
Who called it in Constable?
Received an anonymous tip
And just what were they robbed of, Constable? The inspector asked, almost wearily.
Stripped of everything down to their bloody knickers, the lot of them. Then handcuffed and left.
Language Mate, the inspector chided his constable, looking at his Sargent, taking this all down?
Detective Sargent nods
Now, he said turning back to the Constable, Just why do you suppose they stripped them of their clothes.
The gowns were worth L3000 pounds each, real emeralds, the brides was worth double that, with real diamonds
So they were robbed for their expensive clothes, then eh Sargent, the inspector leered.
No Sir that was not all the lot were after.
The Bride was wearing diamond jewelry worth L100,000 pounds easy, the rest of the girls were wearing matching emeralds sets that the bride paid L32,000 pounds each.
Each, The inspector arched an eyebrow.
Each of the Bridesmaids, inspector, answered the ridden constable.
That’s a great amount of information constable. Just how did you acquire it.
The bride sir, she won’t stop squawking on about it. answered the Constable
Careful how you talk about your betters, constable, the inspector winked at him.
I’m sure the young lady in question has every right to squawk.
So let me get this straight constable, a bridal party was Shanghaied and robbed of their possessions by their trolley driver, his wife and two other associates. Then someone cordially calls the station to let us in on the joke?
Right sir, no joke though
Then why did they leave their trolley here, for evidence against them?
Asked the Inspector, before turning to his Detective Sargent.
Sergeant. send a man down to the drivers abode, the information should be acquired from the registration from the plates they so handily left.
The Constable cleared his throat, actually my partner Archie already called it in Sir.
The inspector raised an eyebrow, Glad to see someone is on the ball.
The police radio crackles, the constable goes to answer it.
He comes back, standing smartly at attention.
Just received a call, they found the husband and wife tied up in their basement.
Apparently two men posing as a postal worker and driver held them up.
The ones who robbed the bride and her party? Constable?
No sir, apparently the two who brought them here were imposters.
The real uns were held them up at gunpoint, made to strip to their underthings and tied up.
Then Two others, man and woman, took the Trolly to the Manor to “pick up” the Bride and her Bridesmaids.
Has a statement been taken? Yes sir, but there is not much.
Thieves were disguised as postal workers. House was ransacked, safe looted, wife jewel case cleaned out, the usual.
After burgling their manor, the occupants were stripped to their skivvies, trussed up and locked in their basement cannery.
Then a call came in on their telephone, the thieves answered it. After they hung up, the husband heard their phone used to call us, and heard the two thieves leave..
Was anything said by the thieves?
They only overheard the one thing, something one of the postage men said.
Thief posing as one, right constable, don’t want to give anyone a bad rep
Yes sir,
it appears that when the thief - wearing the postman’s costume- answered the phone, he repeated a phrase.
And what would that phrase have been, constable?
Mustard Seed,
Mustard seed? Eh.
Sergeant, the inspector turned to his detective sergeant. That begs the question, why Mustard seed?
The Detective Sergeant mulled it over for a minute. Then offered:
Seed, could be seed money, mustards grow from a small seed into something quite large. This robbery was seed money for something bigger, possibly, sir?
Not bad Sargent, will make an inspector of you yet.
The inspector turns back to the constable, who has had just about enough of his superiors questions.
He is relieved to now hear what the inspector has to say.
Constable, stand pat here while my sergeant and I have a chat with our victims inside,
The inspector turned to his Detective Sergeant :
Let’s get this lot sorted out, and then will we’ll head over and see about the driver and his wife…
The two made their way up towards the decaying deserted manor house.
The Constable, watching them disappear inside, mutters under his breath.
That is an awfully big haul just for seed money. I would be happy with what that lot will get for what they stole. I bet the old man is off target on this one. Thieves probably will be out of the country with the loot and have it pawned in the states by the time he gets done with his questions.
The constable was closer to the truth than he realized…..
Originally the gang planning the heist had meant to carry out the caper then head off to parts unknown with the loot and lay low. During planning the stages of the heist, one of their members infiltrated the group to garner information. Remarks were interestingly overheard by chatting bridesmaids about a lavish affair being staged a fortnight away (only one week after the rehearsal dinner).
From the “seed” planted by that helpful bit of overheard gossip, grew the new job the group was now going to carry out very shortly .
Mustard seed become its code name.
End of Act 3
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In addendum
Now we break away from the crime scene to visit an occurrence that took place some two hours prior to the phone call that alerted the police to the unfortunate incident related above.
The scene: Inside a C. Hoare & Co branch, in a posh end of London..
Two ladies, both, opulently dressed in satins and jewels, their thick fur coats have been carefully hung by a smartly dressed lady porter, nearby, had been seated and served. The pair are now alone in a richly furnished private room of the bank. Wine at hand, they are merrily going through a collection of jewelry glistening from an open safe deposit strongbox brought up from the depths of the banks’ vault.
The fashionable, long haired daughter is half-heartedly trying on one of several jewel encrusted Tiaras…… Her stylish, bobbed haired mother is admiring the sparkle of a diamond waterfall style necklace; the pricy jewels’ matching mates, (earrings and bracelets and brooch) are laid out next to her.
The daughter suddenly lest out a squeal of delight as she spy’s a small sparkling ruby and emerald encrusted diamond cocktail ring , which she grabs and slips on her pinky. She admires the raw, rainbow like fireworks as she moves it under the lights.
Mum, can I? it will go ever so nicely with the gown I’m wearing to Polly’s Soiree.
Hey, that was my Great Aunts , her Mother yelps grasping at the ring. Almost looking like Defoe’s Sunday dressed Moll Flanders snatching at the colourful trinket worn by a young miss, awed by the passing parade of royals.
Unlike that distracted young miss, however, the daughter was able to hold the ring high from the reach of Her mother’s fingertips, giggling as she did so.
Now Millicent, her mother lectured, You know we don’t approve of young Lady Pollyanna’s fancy boy, Raul. He would probably manage a way to slip the ring from off your finger.
Oh, MaMa, , answered Millicent, I’ll be ever so careful, and please don’t you harp on poor Raul. He really is quite a dear, and the pearls were simply lost, nothing more. Let me wear the ring, and I’ll wear whatever jewelry you pick out for me the weekend, Sagely bargained Millicent.
Promise? Her mother asks, relenting in to her daughter’s wishes. It’s just that we don’t you making publicity over getting robbed just before your occasion.
Mum, Millicent says soothingly, nothing will happen to me before my Debs Ball, or occasion as you will call it. She bent over and kissed her mother on the forehead, before going back to her admiration of the pretty ring.
But innocently enough, pretty Millicent has no idea of the prophetic canniness her naively made promise to her mother would soon foretell.
To be continued….
Please see:
Album entitled “Tallie”
For the main story of what the mustard seed turned out to grow into…..
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The narration above is from a play with its roots Derived from a story based on fact.
Do to the rather extensive connections of the Families involved: an official report was never released to the public.
The case was finally Closed without being resolved to the victims,
Apparently the job was perfectly planned and executed by professionals , probably with inside information from never discovered sources.
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Courtesy of Chatwick University Archives
Sequoia: Come on sis we gotta go the guard is coming back in five minutes!
Jasmine: Look theres no diamonds here Quoi!
WE came to SECURE A BAG now help me hold this bag open real quick !
Hughenden Post Office opened on the 1st of July 1878 (a receiving office had been open from 1874).
Officials confirmed on the 27th of March 1900, a robbery took place at the Hughenden Post Office. The items taken from the post office safe included a large quantity of jewellery, a fixed deposit receipt for £500, and cash amounting to £338. Also twenty registered letters.
In connection with the robbery, the police had later discovered two cheques buried near the Flinders River. The cashbox of Mr Storey, the postmaster, had also been discovered but the contents were missing. Some postal notes were unearthed near the river, and several other boxes were also found, one of which contained four watches and several cheques, including one for £686. A couple of other small cheques had also been recovered. The amount that was stolen from the safe totalled to £329.
By April that year, an arrest had been made over the post office robbery. John Sweeney, a labourer, was charged on suspicion - - only with preliminary formal evidence.
Hughenden, Queensland:
Hughenden, a rural town situated in the Mitchell Grass Plains of north Queensland, is 320km south-west of Townsville. It is situated on the Flinders River which has its headwaters in the Dividing Range about 100km to the northeast. The Flinders, together with several other watercourses and an average annual rainfall of about 485mm provide good pasture on the generally black soil, basaltic plains around Hughenden.
In 1861 - 1862 two search parties for the Burke and Wills expedition, the Landsborough and Frederick Walker expeditions, reported favourably on the pastoral prospects around the Flinders River and the Jardine Valley. Several pastoralists set out for the district. The first of them, Ernest Henry (who would later become a notable pioneer in Cloncurry) took up five pastoral runs, one of them named Hughenden after his grandfather's property in Buckinghamshire, England.
In 1877, a township was surveyed and named after Henry's pastoral station. Somewhat in advance of the railway reaching the district, Hughenden was a prosperous pastoral area. By 1882 Hughenden had a court house, two hotels, stores, a hospital, a post office, a school (1880), and a Jockey Club. It was the administrative centre of the Hughenden local government division, separated from the Doonmunya division in 1882.
The 1880s were a time of remarkable expansion. Anglican and Catholic churches were opened, the Ensign newspaper was started and the railway from Townsville reached Hughenden in 1887. The town was also made a municipality separate from the shire. The 1890s were contractionary: shearers' strike (1891) and a recurrence of unrest in 1894; outbreaks of cattle tick and typhoid (1895), and extension of the railway to Winton, ending Hughenden's ten year period as a railhead for the western pastoral region.
One bright spot had been the successful tapping of artesian water at Lammermoor, southeast of Hughenden, in the early 1890s. A bore for town water was completed in 1904, and Hughenden gained a reputation for good water for travelling stock and locally grown citrus and vegetables. The 1900s also saw the opening of a convent school and Presbyterian church (1908).
The North Western Pastoral, Agricultural, and Industrial Association (1883) ran well attended annual shows, a regional showcase lasting over five days with a two day race carnival and an annual ball. Hughenden developed as a regional service and shopping centre and from the 1920s to 1960 there was a steady growth in population. The Olympia Theatre (1923) and a town electricity supply (1928) put the town at the forefront of up-to-dateness. Civic progress triumphed over natural and non-natural adversity: there were ruinous fires that burnt down stores, hotels, and council chambers, plus floods (1917 in particular) and a tornado (1949). These events were remembered but did not inhibit rebuilding.
Postwar wool prosperity provided funds for an airport (1952), a swimming pool, new council offices (1956), and a new hospital (1958). Local wool scours, an abattoir, a fell-mongery, and a tannery did not survive long into the post war years. In 1959 the town and shire councils were amalgamated. Still buoyant, the town economy funded a new convent school and the Great Western Hotel added a motel. Hughenden, however, had just passed its apex and every subsequent census reported a loss of people, with the population halving from 1961 to 2011.
Hughenden was the railway junction for the lines to Winton, and is still enroute to Mount Isa, and is the junction of the Flinders Highway and the Kennedy Developmental Road. It has a comprehensive shopping centre for the Flinders Shire, two hotels, two motels, a showground, a racecourse, golf and swimming venues, churches, a State high/primary school, a Catholic primary school (1900), a hospital, an information centre and a dinosaur display. Its heritage listed Grand Hotel ceased trading in 2004 but unfortunately burnt down in 2018. An entertainment centre was built in 2002.
Hughenden currently boasts a population of 1113 people, with its main attraction being the Flinders Discovery Centre.
Source: Trove, Queensland Places (www.queenslandplaces.com.au/hughenden), ABC, & Hughenden: Outback Town, Endless Horizons (www.visithughenden.com.au/town/hughenden/).
This photo was taken within the Island Safari Camp where we stayed. It's just outside of the town of Maun, Botswana. The monkeys were not friendly, more like thieves as I fought them off from stealing my breakfast, clothes on the line and about anything else they could get their hands on. One big male even sat in the drivers seat bearing teeth when I tried to shoo him out. While this fight was going on other members of the tribe were trying to get in the back of the camper. It was not fun.
Taken for Saturday Self Challenge 20/06/2020 - A Memento ( and why ) .
Well this is a cross stitch done and given to me by my daughter , it is shown against a background of Cornish National Tartan .
Back in 1999 I wanted to go and see the total eclipse but in Britain it was only total in parts of Cornwall , some of the North Coast was just out of the line of totality . Could not make my mind up whether or not to go though as it was predicted there would be a huge number of folk wanting to do the same thing and roads would become blocked . Solution - my wife and myself went and stayed beforehand in Barnstaple and early in the morning of the eclipse drove along minor road south to a favourite village of ours high up on Bodmin Moor - Minions ( and it was there a very long time before any strange yellow creatures were heard of ). Minons is the highest village in Cornwall and has ancient history in the form of The Hurlers - a link to my pic -
( flic.kr/p/2b2bbq1 ) , also here are other old historic sites , strange rock formations and of course masses of Cornish Industrial Archaeology in the form of remains of the old Tin and Copper Mines ( right up my street ) - more links --
Well , we got there in good time avoiding those traveling west and had a good choice of where to park , settled down to wait and watched as more and more arrived - the pub was open so went and had a slurp at just after 9 o'clock am !! Pretty soon it was obvious there was going to be a tiny village with more folk in it than ever before ( even when the place was a centre of mass industry !! ) . The local bobby was on duty there and not used to seeing so many cars and when someone in the queue to get into the village asked him what the hold up was - his terse reply was " I tell ee What the problem is -- Too many Damn Cars !! ".
Now bearing in mind we have come here to witness an eclipse - the sky was wall to wall clouds !! Coming up to the time we had Radio Cornwall on the car radio and they were at Marazion near to St. Micheal's Mount far to the west of The Duchy with Patrick Moore there as well and they had rain . With the slight time difference of the eclipse we heard all the cheers on the wireless as it went dark over the west ,but no chance of seeing the event . A minute or two later our turn for the lights to go out , everything went to a Deep Purple as we overlooked Wheal Jenkin Engine House , the birds went scatty AND a small hole appeared in the clouds just at the right time and place to see the total eclipse clearly . All the hippie types on the other side of the village at The Hurlers could be heard banging their drums and singing , the engine house was an odd silhouette and far to our left where we could see toward the North Coast where there was a strange peach coloured light that was not in totality !!
And just as quick it was all over and that was that - deliberately I did not attempt any sort of photography knowing there would be plenty to see on the tele and so I could enjoy the moment all the more .
Reality now sets in , we are surrounded by cars everywhere ,even a bus was now blocking the lane we were in at the entrance . However , I could make out a way through the cars carrying on down the lane and I knew it would lead me to Henwood , an even smaller village but from there I could get out and onto other routes and so in a very short time we went up to Jamaica Inn at Bolventor to have a quick pit stop and have a small glass of ale brewed especially for the occasion ---called " Daylight Robbery ". We then went and found a quiet spot on Bodmin Moor to eat our sandwiches . Again listening to Radio Cornwall phone in we heard about the chap who drove down from the North , only to sleep through the whole event !!We have been back to Minions many times , but the first time afterwards we called in at the Post Office & General Stores and I found out talking to the owner that the traffic there was in such a mess it was over four hours before things calmed down , am I glad we moved when we did !! Oh , the shop at Minions sells splendid pasties and the ice creams are excellent too .
My apologies for such a long winded tale , but it does show how much of a memento this cross stitch really is !!!!
And to conclude an old classic to listen to --
Name: Thomas Dodds
Arrested for: not given
Arrested at: North Shields Police Station
Arrested on: 3 October 1914
Tyne and Wear Archives ref: DX1388-1-256-Thomas Dodds
For an image of his accomplice Mark Schidlossky see www.flickr.com/photos/twm_news/21412004993/in/dateposted/.
The Shields Daily News for 5 October 1914 reports:
“GOING THROUGH SEAMAN’S POCKETS. ONE MONTH FOR THIEVES AT NO. SHIELDS.
Today at North Shields, Mark Schidlossky, seaman, Russia and Thomas Dodds, labourer, South Shields, were charged with stealing 5s from the person of James McLeod on the New Quay.
McLeod said he was proceeding to his ship, which was lying at Smith’s Dock, when he was accosted by two men, whom he now recognised. They pushed him up against the wall and took everything from his pockets. John Michael Graham, Lawson Street, said he saw the two men holding the prosecutor and going through his pockets.
PC Pallister said the Russian said in answer to the charge “I got no money” and the other man made no reply. The first prisoner had 2s 10d and the other 1s 2d in their possession. The Bench committed the defendants to prison for one month each”.
These images are taken from an album of photographs of prisoners brought before the North Shields Police Court between 1902 and 1916 (TWAM ref. DX1388/1). This set is our selection of the best mugshots taken during the First World War. They have been chosen because of the sharpness and general quality of the images. The album doesn’t record the details of each prisoner’s crimes, just their names and dates of arrest.
In order to discover the stories behind the mugshots, staff from Tyne & Wear Archives & Museums visited North Shields Local Studies Library where they carefully searched through microfilm copies of the ‘Shields Daily News’ looking for newspaper reports of the court cases. The newspaper reports have been transcribed and added below each mugshot.
Combining these two separate records gives us a fascinating insight into life on the Home Front during the First World War. These images document the lives of people of different ages and backgrounds, both civilians and soldiers. Our purpose here is not to judge them but simply to reflect the realities of their time.
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The Black-headed Gulls just wait for the Terns to return with sand eels and quite often will try to rob the Terns of their food.
Let's make a run for the border!
If you looked at the previous photo you'll know that there was a train robbery on our way back to town. If you didn't know then you should read the description on the previous shot!
Once the train had been thoroughly robbed the "Bad Guys" jumped off and headed out, probably making a run for Mexico to hide out till things had cooled down for them. More likely, they went back to the saloon in town to spend their hard earned dollars on whiskey, women, and song!
If you've never been to the Grand Canyon the train trip is a great way to see the place. You've got a 2 1/2 hour trip each way on the train and about 3 1/2 hours for exploring at the Canyon, more than enough time to take in the sights. We took the advice of Jim Frazier and booked the Luxury Parlor car which offers plenty of luxurious seating and amenities (for Niccy) and an outside observation platform (for me). The folks working there put on a real nice show and tour that's a great showcase for the canyon.
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Safe robbery using explosives, Quay St Sydney, 22 June 1949, by Ted Hood, ON 388/Box 054/Item 061 collection.sl.nsw.gov.au/record/9WZWX7aY/bx5w8PbLLqb6P
Thieves held up two men and blew open four safes with gelignite early yesterday but got only £ 1 in money and stamps worth £1. Three armed and masked men tied up a night watchman and an engineer before they blew two safes in the general office of the Producers Co-op. Distributing Society Ltd. at the corner of Valentine and Quay Streets, city. They entered the building by
climbing up a pipe from a lane leading off George Street to a
window on the first floor. Soon after 3 a.m. they held up the nightwatchman, John Rae, 72, of Woods Parade, Manly, and made him walk downstairs to the engineer, David Sharp, 57, of Seventh Avenue, Campsie, on the ground floor. The men marched Rae and Sharp to the general office, told them to sit on chairs 20 yards from two safes, then bound their hands together with wire. The two safes contained only dockets and papers. The thieves used a chemical' extinguisher to put out a fire among papers. The secretary of the company, Mr. L. E. Dartnell, said later that all the money on the premises was in strong-rooms in another part of the building. Detectives under Detective-Inspector Robinson and Detective Sergeants E. Barnes, H. Gilmour, W. Crimston, and Carr, are searching for the men.
Reference
Hold-up And Robberies Yield Little (1949, June 23). The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), p. 5. Retrieved May 11, 2026, from nla.gov.au/nla.news-article18120186
1899, the United States of America
With the heat in Valentine having died down , Bill thinks it’s finally time to hit the bank. Karen, Lenny, Bill and Arthur Morgan rides to Valentine. They arrive there and Karen asks the others how she should do the distraction: Should Karen make the lost girl or the Harlot? Arthur decides the “lost girl” version and the 4 outlaws walks to the bank, which consists of red bricks. Over the door is a big sign “Bank”. Around the bank are some people : one man connect his hourse, another man feed a dog with meat, a farmer chops wood and collect it and a fourth man go to work. Lenny, Bill and Arthur put on their masks and Karen go into the bank with her dark red dress. After her distraction the 3 other Van-der-Linde gang members assault the bank. Can they survive and escape with a lot of money or will they die?
This is my 7th MOC for our Red Dead Redemption 2 collab with Tuxedo Greedo. The bank is my biggest creation and I had to order a lot of parts that I can build it. From the beginning of our collab I wanted to build a bank rober because it was one of my favourite story missions in the videogame. I chose the first one ( yes there are more bank robberies) because Valentine is my favourite town in the game. I had a lot of fun building it and I try to catch the reference as best as possible. To reach that goal I spend a lot of time in front of the bank in the game to observe NPCs and I took many pictures of the bank. I hope you like the MOC and I would be pleased to get feedback.
Greetings Kevin
Just when she had it all under control..
After a bank and the local ATM, Larry's store is the next victim. It's about time this fellow meets the police.
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19-07-2012
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Site of the 1923 train robbery by the three D'Autremont brothers.
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As if plucking a free-swimming bluegill from the water of Armand Bayou wasn't tough enough, this Osprey had to haul his prize through a mile of evasive maneuvers as a juvenile Bald Eagle attempted skyway robbery before he flew a victory lap and repaired to a distant perch to enjoy his meal.
When I come a knock'n, you'll need a night light!
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The largest bank robbery in American history (in inflation-adjusted dollars), happened at this Main Street Northampton, Massachusetts location in January 1876. In a carefully planned heist, seven robbers from Brooklyn managed to steal over $1.6 million in cash, bonds and other securities (about $26 million in today's dollars) from the Northampton National Bank.
If only Northampton's most famous crime fighters had been born a century earlier! Northamptonite Kevin Eastman, creator of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, actually owned this former bank building at one time.