Like the haunting restoration scene from 2004’s Phantom of the Opera, The Lowe’s Kings Theater will rise from the ruins to showcase Brooklyn talent at its finest. The Theater, which caused a splash in the roaring twenties, was shut down and abandoned after the 1977 blackouts. It became a City Landmark and was pretty much an untouched testament to the splendor that was once Flatbush Avenue. A venue like this smack in the middle of Flatbush Ave. today is sure to enhance the neighborhood in many ways and bring back the glamour and excitement of famous ‘Strip’ once again.
More cute creative old Business postcards courtesy of the Brooklyn Public Library.
The Brooklyn Public Library has a wonderful digitized collection of late 19th century business cards from hundreds of shops and companies located in the teeming city of Brooklyn.
They’re whimsical and imaginative—and some honor the cold weather while advertising their goods, like J.V. Dubernell, tailor.
His shop was at 331 and 333 Fulton Avenue, and his suits sound kind of expensive for the era.
That’s some sled illustrated in this card, for this clothing store, which comes off like the L.L. Bean of the time. Check out these prices for trendy wool cloaks!
This sweet scene advertises the business of a paint dealer. Sumpter Street is in today’s Bedford-Stuyvesant, quite a bit away from the other businesses, which are located closer to downtown Brooklyn in what was the fashionable shopping area of the time.
Perhaps a paint store was not welcome on refined Fulton Street?
After reading this ‘letter to the editor’ from the Brooklyn Daily Eagle circa 1902, I stopped to realize how society just doesn’t seem much different today. The focus is on solicitation ads for unscrupulous advertisers out to seduce and harm young women. Is it any different from the salacious adverts you’d find in NYC news rags or now online in places like Craigslist? And then there’s the fact that people can and do get killed after answering the ads. It happens now in horrific ways and it happened then. The reader has M.D. after their name, they were obviously well aware of the dangerous situations after seeing the battered, injured women who had fallen prey to these scoundrels!
The reader pines for the good old days of America where women were safe anywhere in the land. A bit of an exaggeration. Our good old days are always viewed with rose-colored glasses, but things progressively worsened by the turn of the century. And like today, Washington and Government officials get the blame heaped on them by this particular irate reader.
They cry for a population decrease, otherwise we’d become like ‘Western China’ with its “vast population, its misery, and indifference to life.” Ouch. They also rant about labor unions as the tools of foreign anarchists. The reader jumps from one subject to the next, starting off with a simple concern for young innocent women (Are you picturing a top-hat villain twirling a curly, dark mustache?) and then gets increasingly angry at the state of everything else.
Some things never change!
This was a cool story!
If there is a train down there, it should look like this based off Bob Diamond’s description: