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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr on Jul 19, 2021 21:35:46 GMT
Those shoes must be killing you They are made of tin. That's a ring pull on the front for when I take them off. My tinsmith, or footman as I call him, (looks around for someone on here to give job to) Craig Herbertson, hammers thin sheets of tin around my feet every morning before I go out on display for any handsome prince that may be passing. It's dull waiting around for him to finish, often even my clown, jojo, can't inspire a smile from me. After a hard day lounging, I'm too spent to pull the ring pulls myself so my other foot man (looking around for another name to use) Ramsey Campbell pulls them for me, as he is big and strong, then sprinkles gold dust on my dainty feet. There's no practicle purpose to the latter, it's just to show how rich I am.
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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr on Jul 19, 2021 21:45:07 GMT
Although this poll had a pleasant outcome, I'm disappointed with the turnout, as I was certain the subject matter was a winner. Obviously I shall now take this personally and leave this site in a huff! However I can't think of any forum to go to. Please recommend a forum for me that I can grace with my presence. Preferably a one that won't kick me off for talking too much. Thank you, and au revoir as we say in the Left Bank in Paris where, in this Belle Epoque, I currently reside as an artist model and muse to sickly and starving poets! Farewell! Edited to say that some people might complain and say as a princess with access to unlimited funds accumulated by generations of wicked ancestors I should supply these poets with incomes. But what would be the point of that? How can they be poets if they aren't sickly and starving? One must think of art! Anyway, as I was saying: Until we meet again on some distant shore to the lilting tones of Beowulf Au Revoir! Princess Anastasia Tuvstarr "I finished the poem Princess Anastasia, can I eat now?" "Ugh!" Thud. The final two lines of the poet's last sonnet (his 417th) to the princess were found clutched in his once sickly and starving hand. They read: Oh Princess! you are not just terrific You are also truly splenderific! By Nearly done, then I'll go on my way. Swan, obviously you are a fine poet in your own right, as those stunning lines prove. I feel you should produce at least another poem. But I can't have such talent all to myself, not when I've sickly and starving poets in a dozen garrets up and down the Left Bank writing about me. Can I therefore recommend another appreciative audience Swampirella
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Post by Swampirella on Jul 19, 2021 22:12:24 GMT
"I finished the poem Princess Anastasia, can I eat now?" "Ugh!" Thud. The final two lines of the poet's last sonnet (his 417th) to the princess were found clutched in his once sickly and starving hand. They read: Oh Princess! you are not just terrific You are also truly splenderific! By Nearly done, then I'll go on my way. Swan, obviously you are a fine poet in your own right, as those stunning lines prove. I feel you should produce at least another poem. But I can't have such talent all to myself, not when I've sickly and starving poets in a dozen garrets up and down the Left Bank writing about me. Can I therefore recommend another appreciative audience Swampirella Better than listening to that d*mned Grendel, that's for sure!
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Post by helrunar on Jul 19, 2021 22:33:53 GMT
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Post by Swan on Jul 19, 2021 23:07:26 GMT
Nearly done, then I'll go on my way. Swan, obviously you are a fine poet in your own right, as those stunning lines prove. I feel you should produce at least another poem. But I can't have such talent all to myself, not when I've sickly and starving poets in a dozen garrets up and down the Left Bank writing about me. Can I therefore recommend another appreciative audience Swampirella By Sif's golden tresses you are right! I've the making of a poet to rival those blind ones of yore! Now where is that swamp lady?
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Post by Swan on Jul 19, 2021 23:24:43 GMT
Fare thee well Rose of the World.
So fill to me the parting glass And drink a health whate'er befalls And gently rise and softly call Good night and joy be to you all
Good night and joy be to you all.
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Post by samdawson on Jul 20, 2021 9:13:51 GMT
I do trust that, having raided the photographer's dressing up box, you will not be attempting to go en piste with those stage properties. Or is this a test of our knowledge of fencing and ability to spot purely decorative accoutrements?
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Post by Swan on Jul 20, 2021 15:37:43 GMT
I do trust that, having raided the photographer's dressing up box, you will not be attempting to go en piste with those stage properties. Or is this a test of our knowledge of fencing and ability to spot purely decorative accoutrements? This seems directed at me for some reason. There seems to be some mistake, how is your eyesight? I have to admit that I honestly look nothing like that, as I wear my hair down, as Anglo-Saxon males do, and I am blonde, like my Grendel hunting ancestors. However, if it's any help I've looked into this and I've been assured that it's the standard female fencing norm by Miss Ramesses Whiplash the Second, the proud owner of the local Soho fencing club, and her word is good enough for me. I always trust a bearded woman.
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Post by samdawson on Jul 20, 2021 16:34:00 GMT
This seems directed at me for some reason. Please don't worry, it's not
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Post by Dr Strange on Jul 20, 2021 20:09:49 GMT
I do trust that, having raided the photographer's dressing up box, you will not be attempting to go en piste with those stage properties. Or is this a test of our knowledge of fencing and ability to spot purely decorative accoutrements? Seems it's based on a painting by French artist Jean Beraud (1849-1935), who produced a whole series of different paintings showing female fencers - historicalfencer.com/the-fencing-girl-trend-setter/Anna Held (in the photo) was married to Florenz Ziegfeld, of the Ziegfeld Follies.
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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr on Jul 20, 2021 20:48:25 GMT
I do trust that, having raided the photographer's dressing up box, you will not be attempting to go en piste with those stage properties. Or is this a test of our knowledge of fencing and ability to spot purely decorative accoutrements? Seems it's based on a painting by French artist Jean Beraud (1849-1935), who produced a whole series of different paintings showing female fencers - historicalfencer.com/the-fencing-girl-trend-setter/Anna Held (in the photo) was married to Florenz Ziegfeld, of the Ziegfeld Follies. No. It's me. And its what fencing ladies wear. I've proof, as Miss Whiplash told Swan, and she is trustworthy as she has a beard.
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Post by samdawson on Jul 20, 2021 20:54:20 GMT
Indeed, it is an artist's representation of how a stylish fencer might look that then became a template for portraits of women in fencing fancy dress, rather than what women fencing actually wore. The photograph is usually titled as One of Anna Held's Fencing Girls, that is one of her support dancers (although I guess it could be her) in rather risque stage costume - fencing skirts were much longer at the time and flat shoes were worn, for obvious reasons. More seriously in the photo the model is wearing two gloves (which became a fashion for those women photographed as fencers) rather than the one necessary, which was a heavy gauntlet type that protected the sword hand, not at all the thin fashionable ones she has. Most importantly, particularly for a woman fencer, she is not wearing a protective jacket, despite the sleight of hand of sewing a heart (still worn for years on fencing jackets by the French) onto a blouse in order to pretend that it is one. The injuries to a woman fencing in that top can be imagined. White was not absolutely mandated for women's fencing, but it was much preferred as (pre-electric fencing) it showed a hit better. The colours she is wearing in the photo are purely for fashion reasons. Her mask appears to have lost the at that time quite thin leather trim around the edge and on the reverse of the hook, which would make it not only fit badly (not that it would over her bow and hair), but also painful to wear when receiving a hit. Just one of several reasons why any fencing judge would, for her own safety, refuse to allow her on the piste. About the only accurate thing is that she appears to be holding a foil rather than sabre or epee, in line with the deeply sexist policies of the FƩdƩration Internationale d'Escrime, which led to women being restricted to that weapon in the Olympics until 1996. (They were only allowed to fence at the Olympics using foil in 1924, even though men had been doing so since 1896).
But of course all this would have been known to the Princess, who was obviously either teasing or testing us. I assume we have both passed by spotting the deception. But one never knows.
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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr on Jul 20, 2021 21:08:59 GMT
Indeed, it is an artist's representation of how a stylish fencer might look that then became a template for portraits of women in fencing fancy dress, rather than what women fencing actually wore. The photograph is usually titled as One of Anna Held's Fencing Girls, that is one of her support dancers (although I guess it could be her) in rather risque stage costume - fencing skirts were much longer at the time and flat shoes were worn, for obvious reasons. More seriously in the photo the model is wearing two gloves (which became a fashion for those women photographed as fencers) rather than the one necessary, which was a heavy gauntlet type that protected the sword hand, not at all the thin fashionable ones she has. Most importantly, particularly for a woman fencer, she is not wearing a protective jacket, despite the sleight of hand of sewing a heart (still worn for years on fencing jackets by the French) onto a blouse in order to pretend that it is one. The injuries to a woman fencing in that top can be imagined. White was not absolutely mandated for women's fencing, but it was much preferred as (pre-electric fencing) it showed a hit better. The colours she is wearing in the photo are purely for fashion reasons. Her mask appears to have lost the at that time quite thin leather trim around the edge and on the reverse of the hook, which would make it not only fit badly (not that it would over her bow and hair), but also painful to wear when receiving a hit. Just one of several reasons why any fencing judge would, for her own safety, refuse to allow her on the piste. About the only accurate thing is that she appears to be holding a foil rather than sabre or epee, in line with the deeply sexist policies of the FƩdƩration Internationale d'Escrime, which led to women being restricted to that weapon in the Olympics until 1996. (They were only allowed to fence at the Olympics using foil in 1924, even though men had been doing so since 1896). But of course all this would have been known to the Princess, who was obviously either teasing or testing us. I assume we have both passed by spotting the deception. But one never knows. You just said it isn't Anna Held, so logically it can only be me. However I wasn't one of her dancing girls, that's an error. My fencing master was Sir Richard Francis Burton, explorer extraordinaire. And I was at the 1924 Olympics, where I won gold for Grand Fenwick. And contrary to popular belief, I used a sabre, as I was allowed, being a princess. Not only that but it was forged by Wayland, who is good friends with Swan, and stopped off on his way to Asgard to make me it just for the occasion. I don't know where you get the idea any deception is involved.
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Post by Dr Strange on Jul 20, 2021 21:34:10 GMT
There's loads of photos of Held online, many taken from cigarette cards or postcards (e.g. here: link). Here's one of her (apparently) riding an ostrich -
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Post by Swan on Jul 20, 2021 23:57:31 GMT
Indeed, it is an artist's representation of how a stylish fencer might look that then became a template for portraits of women in fencing fancy dress, rather than what women fencing actually wore. The photograph is usually titled as One of Anna Held's Fencing Girls, that is one of her support dancers (although I guess it could be her) in rather risque stage costume - fencing skirts were much longer at the time and flat shoes were worn, for obvious reasons. More seriously in the photo the model is wearing two gloves (which became a fashion for those women photographed as fencers) rather than the one necessary, which was a heavy gauntlet type that protected the sword hand, not at all the thin fashionable ones she has. Most importantly, particularly for a woman fencer, she is not wearing a protective jacket, despite the sleight of hand of sewing a heart (still worn for years on fencing jackets by the French) onto a blouse in order to pretend that it is one. The injuries to a woman fencing in that top can be imagined. White was not absolutely mandated for women's fencing, but it was much preferred as (pre-electric fencing) it showed a hit better. The colours she is wearing in the photo are purely for fashion reasons. Her mask appears to have lost the at that time quite thin leather trim around the edge and on the reverse of the hook, which would make it not only fit badly (not that it would over her bow and hair), but also painful to wear when receiving a hit. Just one of several reasons why any fencing judge would, for her own safety, refuse to allow her on the piste. About the only accurate thing is that she appears to be holding a foil rather than sabre or epee, in line with the deeply sexist policies of theĀ FĆ©dĆ©ration Internationale d'Escrime, which led to women being restricted to that weapon in the Olympics until 1996. (They were only allowed to fence at the Olympics using foil in 1924, even though men had been doing so since 1896).Ā But of course all this would have been known to the Princess, who was obviously either teasing or testing us. I assume we have both passed by spotting the deception. But one never knows. You just said it isn't Anna Held, so logically it can only be me. However I wasn't one of her dancing girls, that's an error. My fencing master was Sir Richard Francis Burton, explorer extraordinaire. And I was at the 1924 Olympics, where I won gold for Grand Fenwick. And contrary to popular belief, I used a sabre, as I was allowed, being a princess. Not only that but it was forged by Wayland, who is good friends with Swan, and stopped off on his way to Asgard to make me it just for the occasion. I don't know where you get the idea any deception is involved. I just want to say that even though you don't have a beard like Miss Ramesses Whiplash the Second, I believe you.
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