In the 19th and early 20th
centuries, magazines were a large and thriving industry. But the word
“magazine” referred to something quite different than the shiny,
advertisement-filled publications found on racks today. Around the turn of the
century, popular monthly magazines such as Everybody’s,
McClure’s, and Munsey’s ran from
around 100 to 150 pages, sometimes including thirty or more stories, articles, and poems, and cost ten or fifteen cents per issue. Though fiction has largely
disappeared from today’s magazines, in those days it was a staple—besides
publications that combined fiction and nonfiction, there were many all-fiction
magazines, some devoted to specific genres—love stories, adventure stories,
Westerns, mysteries, and more.
Showing posts with label Her Prairie Knight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Her Prairie Knight. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Oh My Darling, Oh My Darling, Oh My Darling . . . Kodak Camera?
“I love the wild, where I can ride and ride, and never meet a human being—where I can dream and dally and feast my eyes on a landscape man has not touched. I have lived most of my life in New York, and I love nature so well that I'm inclined to be jealous of her.”
In B.M. Bower's Her Prairie Knight, New York socialite Beatrice "Trix" Lansell visits Montana for the first time and falls in love with the landscape. (And with a handsome cowpunch named Keith Cameron, but that comes later!) Trix is determined to experience all that mother nature and Montana have to offer, and to capture it all on film. She never leaves the ranch without her beloved "Kodak," and often holds up the riding party, much to the amusement of her British suitor, Sir Redmond.
In B.M. Bower's Her Prairie Knight, New York socialite Beatrice "Trix" Lansell visits Montana for the first time and falls in love with the landscape. (And with a handsome cowpunch named Keith Cameron, but that comes later!) Trix is determined to experience all that mother nature and Montana have to offer, and to capture it all on film. She never leaves the ranch without her beloved "Kodak," and often holds up the riding party, much to the amusement of her British suitor, Sir Redmond.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Vintage Happy Hour with Jenny Q: Careful . . . It Bites!
I've been in a Western mood ever since falling in love with Her Prairie Knight by B.M. Bower, so I thought today's Vintage Happy Hour would be the perfect time to brush up on my Western drinking history!
Of course, in the Old West most everybody was drinking whiskey. It was cheap and there was plenty of it. But it didn't always taste good. Saloon owners cut it with anything from turpentine to gunpowder to stretch a bottle further and make another buck. By the early 20th century, cocktails were making their way west, and it should be no surprise that the first Western cocktails were whiskey based. One of the most famous is the Rattlesnake.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Worth a Thousand Words: American Progress
Friday, June 15, 2012
Home, Home on the Range, Where the Deer and the Antelope and the British-Owned Cattle Play...
In the 1870s and 1880s, when the cattle boom was in full swing, many wealthy Englishmen saw the ranching business as an excellent opportunity for investment, and American ranchers welcomed the capital the English could provide. “[English] drawing rooms buzzed with the stories of this last of bonanzas,” wrote John Clay, a Scotsman who eventually became a highly successful ranch manager himself; “staid old gentlemen, who scarcely knew the difference between a steer and a heifer, discussed it over their port and nuts.”Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Enhanced eBook: Her Prairie Knight by B.M. Bower
When Eastern society girl Beatrice “Trix” Lansell arrives in Montana for a visit with her brother, she is swept off her feet by the majestic, rugged beauty of the land, by the simplicity and satisfaction of ranch life, and by a handsome cowboy named Keith Cameron. But Keith seems to be immune to Trix’s charms, and as a woman used to having young men eating out of the palm of her hand, Trix is a bit put out.
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