Romance Island

I imagine that Zona Gale had fun writing Romance Island. Unfortunately, Gale’s idea of fun consists mainly of long winded descriptions of indefinable feelings and repeated assertions that love is cooler than an island full of fabulous food and clothing where people can vanish into the fifth dimension at will. I’ve never been in love, so I guess I can’t really judge, but I would venture to disagree. Which would you rather be, the princess of a secret island with submarines and airships (in 1906) living in a nifty castle on a mountain with rooms full of treasure and a crypt, or the wife of a reporter living in an apartment in New York? To be fair, the reporter is independently wealthy, and has a yacht and a manservant named Rollo who speaks in aphorisms, but still.

Little Old New York: Pictures

 So, apparently I’m incapable of holding my camera still while it takes a picture. Also, I can’t turn the flash on. So when tried to photograph the illustrations from Little Old New York, they all ended up dark and blurry. But some of them weren’t quite as awful after I’d fiddled with them, and here those are. I miss the scanner on my broken printer.