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[added]: Chip Ahoy said..."This is a terrible picture of the largest bas relief in the world."

I agree:

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What a great melody! It's a fine example of how just two years after tragedy, a band could remain standing and triumph. According to Wiki, "Jessica" -- written by guitarist Dickey Betts -- is a tribute to guitarist Django Reinhardt, in that it was designed to be played using only two fingers on the left hand.

Dickey Betts and son Duane show how the song is played:

Hmm, I counted more than two fingers involved on the fret board.

Again according to Wiki:

Betts named the song after his daughter, Jessica Betts, who was an infant when the song was released. She had bounced along to the song's rhythm, and Betts attempted to capture her attitude with the song's melody. He invited fellow guitarist Les Dudek over to collaborate on the song, and Dudek formed the song's bridge. The song's arrangement was crafted in prior to recording the song, which took place at Capricorn Sound Studios in Macon, Georgia.

Judged By The Color On His Skin

Arkansas teen turned away from joining the Marines when he revealed he had a Confederate flag tattoo

It's a safe bet that the new rules were imposed by men who never volunteered as teens.

KLEM FM: Definite Articles of Confederation

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Just one niggling point: as a boy, I knew instinctively that he sang "Virgil quick come see, there goes the Robert E. Lee." The Robert E. Lee* was a riverboat you see, and I knew that because I had built a scale model of her by then. The song was talking to me, man.

Built shortly after the war, the Lee was quite famous and had beaten the Natchez in a famous 1870 steamboat race immortalized by Currier & Ives:

Here's the Joan Baez version: link She too swallows the definite article, but she too sings "there goes the Robert E. Lee."
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*According to the Wiki, the Robert E. Lee still holds a record time for a commercial craft on the Mississippi, set that night of the Currier & Ives lithograph. That's astonishing and quite an achievement for a racist boat race.

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It's a catchy tune, even without the words.

Confederate Artifacts of National Importance

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The CSS Hunley is not in the news, but Confederate relics are. I've been to Charleston exactly once--about 20 years ago before the wreck was raised. If I were to go back (and chances are that I will), I'll go straight away to the museum which houses the wreck.

White, Southern, And In Uniform...

...everything the modern Left abhors.

I'm reposting this blog post I did around the centenary of the sinking of the Titanic. Why? Because the centenary of the Lusitania is looming and I'm not sure what lessons can be drawn from it. But there are lessons in this one if you look.

[Originally posted here]:

Major Archibald Butt (1865-1912)

Two different eyewitnesses attested to Major Archibald Butt's bravery that night. From The Sinking of the Titanic and other Sea Disasters:

The following story of his bravery was told by Mrs. Henry B. Harris, wife of a theatrical manager:

'The world should rise in praise of Major Butt. That man's conduct will remain in my memory forever. The American army is honored by him and the way he taught some of the other men how to behave when women and children were suffering that awful mental fear of death. Major Butt was near me and I noticed everything that he did.

When the order to man the boats came, the captain whispered something to Major Butt. The two of them had become friends. The major immediately became as one in supreme command. You would have thought he was at a White House reception. A dozen or more women became hysterical all at once, as something connected with a life-boat went wrong. Major Butt stepped over to them and said: 'Really, you must not act like that; we are all going to see you through this thing.' He helped the sailors rearrange the rope or chain that had gone wrong and lifted some of the women in with a touch of gallantry. Not only was there a complete lack of any fear in his manner, but there was the action of an aristocrat.

When the time came he was a man to be feared. In one of the earlier boats fifty women, it seemed, were about to lowered, when a man, suddenly panic-stricken, ran to the stern of it. Major Butt shot one arm out, caught him by the back of the neck and jerked him backward like a pillow. His head cracked against a rail and he was stunned.

'Sorry,' said Major Butt, 'women will be attended to first or I'll break every damned bone in your body.'

The boats were lowered one by one, and as I stood by, my husband said to me, 'Thank God, for Archie Butt.' Perhaps Major Butt heard it, for he turned his face towards us for a second and smiled. Just at that moment, a young man was arguing to get into a life-boat, and Major Butt had a hold of the lad by the arm, like a big brother, and was telling him to keep his head and be a man.

Major Butt helped those poor frightened steerage people so wonderfully, so tenderly and yet with such cool and manly firmness that he prevented the loss of many lives from panic. He was a soldier to the last. He was one of God's greatest noblemen, and I think I can say he was an example of bravery even to men on the ship.

Miss Marie Young, who was a music instructor to President Roosevelt's children and had known Major Butt during the occupancy of the White House, told this story of his heroism:

Archie himself put me into a boat, wrapped blankets about me and tucked me in as carefully as if we were starting on a motor ride. He, himself, entered the boat with me, performing the little courtesies as calmly and with as smiling a face as if death were far away, instead of being but a few moments removed from him.

When he had carefully wrapped me up he stepped upon the gunwale of the boat, and lifting his hat, smiled down at me. 'Good-bye, Miss Young,' he said. 'Good luck to you, and don't forget to remember me to the folks back home.' Then he stepped back and waved his hand to me as the boat was lowered. I think I was the last woman he had a chance to help, for the boat went down shortly after we cleared the suction zone.

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I cannot fathom why Butt's gallantry has been whitewashed from Titanic history. Was it just his unfortunate name?

Sometime between 1912 and the publication of Walter Lord's A Night To Remember in 1955, Major Butt's actions were inexplicably downgraded to casual bystander.  He doesn't even appear in Cameron's Titanic. Lord, doyen of Titanic historians, had interviewed dozens of living Titanic survivors for his book, but I wonder if Marie Young or Mrs Harris were among them. 

I can suggest three other possible reasons:

• Butt had been over-dramatized in earlier accounts and Walter Lord wanted to attenuate that. Lord also downplayed the words and heroism of Benjamin Guggenheim, who will be in a future post.
• Butt was a southerner and the nephew of a Confederate general (Lord was an early civil rights activist).
• Butt was a bachelor and was travelling with the artist  Francis David Millet, who had scandalously lived abroad with another man. Lord himself was a lifelong bachelor and probably should have been more sympathetic.

Despite his diminished stature among Titanic historians, Butt's memory lives.  According to the Wiki:

During his time serving with two presidents, Butt wrote almost daily letters to his sister-in-law Clara, of Augusta, Georgia. These letters are prized by modern historians as a key source of information on the more private events of these two presidencies, as well as invaluable insights into the respective characters of Roosevelt and Taft.