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Iowa City Press Citizen (Iowa City, Iowa) Nov 1, 1926
Lynn, Massachusetts postcard image from Jovike’s photostream on flickr
– St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
Mayor Bauer of Lynn has spoken. No more shall the woman smoker be seen in that town on stage or screen. The billboards have also been purged of the contaminating influence exercised by the pictorial cigaret and girl. And the ukase will, we are sure, be heartening to everybody who worries about the frailties and peccadilloes of other folks and thinks something ought to be done about it.
Obviously, the Mayor of Lynn is every inch a wowser; Lynn itself, once gay and grimy, has come upon the semi-retirement of “the city that was.” Now its elegy may be written, in true wowserian strophe:
Here lies Lynn,
Sans gin, sans sin,
Decatur Herald (Decatur, Illinois) Oct 24, 1929
MAYOR BAUER’S REFORM.
Mayor Bauer of Lynn gets his name on the front pages of the newspapers again by issuing an ultimatum against bare-legged girls, but he would accomplish more as a reformer if he used a little quiet persuasion with school teachers and pupils.
We have failed to detect a grave menace in the fashion of bare sun-tanned legs. With all due regard to the sensitive nature of the fair sex, it must be said that most feminine legs are too imperfect in form and natural covering to permit of public display without artificial covering of some kind.
The bare-legged fashion will not get very far because most women have too much common sense to display the imperfections which are more conveniently concealed or minimized beneath sheer silk.
Fitchburg Sentinel (Fitchburg, Massachusetts) Oct 1, 1929
“The notions that were bred into being years and years ago are now being assaulted and turned topsy-turvy. Our social conduct is changing. We must admit that. Thirty or 40 years ago, if a flapper appeared on the street in the same costume she wears today, she would have been rushed to jail as fast as the smoke left her heels. Now no one cares about the flapper’s dress except Mayor Bauer of Lynn.
Fitchburg Sentinel (Fitchburg, Massachusetts) Nov 23, 1929
Not yet can they put you in jail for wondering so we wonder what Mayor Bauer of Lynn is going to attempt after he has pulled off that recently announced determination to make the school teachers of his city, men and women alike, cut out tobacco. It might be as well to wait until he has made good on that ruling before thinking up the next play for front page position in the newspapers.
If the Lynn teachers are human beings, the mayor is likely enough going to find it harder to make them quit the smoking habit than it was to give his city a reduced tax rate. It will be more or less like enforcing the Volstead act.
Theoretically, it can be done, and the dry leaders can prove it. Actually, it has not yet been done, and the wet leaders say you can’t prove it can be. Looking at it from a distance, it doesn’t strike us as being any of the Lynn mayor’s business if the school teachers wish to smoke, providing they do it in reason. We shouldn’t say that the women teachers should smoke at any time, and not at all in public. But as for exercising that privilege in their own homes it is hard to see where the mayor has any particular call to get stuffy about it.
As to making the men teachers take the anti-nicotine pledge, he has accepted a real job if the male breed down that way is anything like normal. The joker in the cold deck which Mayor Bauer has picked up appears in the situation as it affects the pupils in the schools.
Mayor Bauer may conceivably make the school teachers as smokeless as he decrees, but we have a natural curiosity to know how he is going to make the boys and girls who go to school quit it. Not that we know whether the Lynn school girls smoke, but many of the boys do, unless down in Lynn boys are no longs boys. For which reason the pupils are going to snicker as they look at their poor hen-pecked teachers who dare not smoke for fear of losing their jobs. And you don’t have to be a slave to nicotine to see the humor of the situation which Lynn’s great reform mayor seeks to bring about.
The Fitchburg Sentinel (Fitchburg, Massachusetts) Sep 8, 1926
Bone Dry or No Football Game
Lynn, Mass., Nov. 26. (AP) — Mayor Ralph S. Bauer saw so much drinking at the Harvard-Yale football game at Cambridge Saturday, he said, that he has ordered the Thanksgiving Day high school contest here to be bone dry or stopped.
Twelve thousand persons at the stadium for the Yale-Harvard contests, he estimated yesterday, were more interested in quart bottles and hip flasks than anything else. Many women “took a pull out of the bottles the same as the men,” the Mayor said, and neither the police nor the faculty interfered.
The Rev. Garfield Morgan, pastor of the Center Congregational Church, according to the Mayor, was approached by some one in a big fur coat who said to him, “you look like an old timer, have a drink.”
“Can this be the same Harvard of which the late President Eliot used to boast?” Mayor Bauer asked. “The factor that made her the dominant educational institution of our land was that she had been building men for nearly 300 years?”
On the Mayor’s order, the police chief will station fifty patrolmen and sergeants on duty Thursday at the Lynn-English classical high game with orders to arrest all persons who drink and to stop the game if drinking becomes serious.
Kingston Daily Freeman (Kingston, New York) Nov 26, 1929
Mayor Bauer, of Lynn, addressing a meeting of the Women’s Republican club at Cambridge, Mass., this week, said there were about 4,000 too many municipal employes in Boston and that he could discharge all of them without one being missed. “All city governments are ‘good fellow’ governments,” the mayor told his audience. “Public officials feel they have got to get jobs for their constituents and they don’t care whether there exists a job or not.”
The Bridgeport Telegram (Bridgeport, Connecticut) Jun 30, 1927
“THE NAKED TRUTH.”
“The Naked Truth” which is now showing at the Park theatre has caused considerable comment and discussion recently in Boston and Lynn, Mass. The Mayor of Boston, refused permission to present the film to Bostonians, and immediately upon taking this stand, Mayor Bauer of Lynn viewed the film and passed on it as a good and proper picture, bearing a message of beneficial value to the community and permitted the Lynn Auditorium to show the film for four weeks to record-breaking crowds. The film is featured by an all-star cast supported by Jack Mulhall and Helene Chadwick. This is the first showing of the film in this vicinity. “The Naked Truth” is to the point and calls a spade a spade.
The Bridgeport Telegram (Bridgeport, Connecticut) Nov 2, 1926
Image from Shorpy
DOGS MAY ROAM
LYNN, Mass., — Dec. 14. — (By The Associated Press.) — By proclamation of Mayor Bauer, dogs are assured the freedom of the streets if they do not make nuisances of themselves nor obstruct traffic like some political aspirants do. The more he sees of men, the more respect the mayor has for dogs. The proclamation was issued after state authorities urged that stray dogs be rounded up and killed because of the spread of rabies.
Ogden Standard Examiner (Ogden, Utah) Dec 14, 1927
Images of John P. McGloin from the Lynn Museum and Historical Society
Independent baseball will be played on the playgrounds at Lynn this summer with Mayor Fred Manning tossing out the first ball. Former Mayor Bauer stopped the games on the playgrounds when he was in office.
Fitchburg Sentinel (Fitchburg, Massachusetts) Jul 12, 1930
Mayor of Lynn
Ralph Sherman Bauer
Image from NOBLE Digital Heritage
The following biographical information (from Descendants of HANS MICHAEL BAUER, (BOWER)) tells of Mayor Bauer “pulling himself up by the bootstraps” and making a life for himself:
Notes for RALPH SHERMAN BOWER:
His father died when he was only seven years old. Even at that extremely early age he became the main support of a family consisting of his mother and three sisters, the youngest a nursing baby. The family then living in Philadelphia and it was there that Ralph S. Bauer began his career in the newspaper business. The result of his first day’s sales as a “newsie” was cents. From that time on, every dollar he has ever had has been made by his own business ability. During the first 15 years of his life, there was no kind of human poverty this family did not face, and through it all, held together as a family and received such education as could be obtained under such circumstances.
When Ralph Bauer, yet in his teens, determined to exchange the environment of Philadelphia for cultured Boston, his [wealth] when he landed amounted to 27 cents. Many were the hours of loneliness that were his, with neither kith nor kin nearer than the PA metropolis. Many were the night he slept on a Boston Common bench with the star-studded blue dome of the heavens above, his only coverlet. Oft were dreams rudely disturbed by the smart blow of a patrolman’s night-stick on the thin soles of his tattered shoes. Always with warm appreciation will remained his memory of one of Boston’s guardians of the peace, who drew from him the tale of his struggles for existence. Never will he forget the warmth of the coat the officer tucked about his lusty body while he promised to rouse him from his slumbers in time to get his share of the profits from the early morning edition of the Herald. True to his word the officer awakened the sleeping lad and provided him with a good hot breakfast. If that man is still alive today Ralph Bauer would like to know his whereabouts, for he has never forgotten his kindness to a little lonely lad in a great city, far from his lived ones. He was graduated from the Boston Latin school and immediately thereafter obtained a position in the mailing department of the Boston Herald.
Football and Poetry combined….complete with boasting, betting and jail.
It was a most delightful day
For fine athletic fun,
When Woodruff’s team came here to play
Against a stronger one.
It grieved me when I saw them strive,
To break our strong defense,
Which proved their famous tandem “drive”
Of trifling consequence.
Their lame assaults removed my fears,
I knew we couldn’t fail,
But I was almost moved to tears
When Harmon went to jail.
The man had staked his little all
On Woodruff’s idle boast;
He saw his padded heroes fall,
He heard the rooters “roast.”
A melancholy seized him, then,
His pocketboot was slim
And much he feared his fellow men
Were bent on robbing him.
I laughed to see him so oppressed
From hoisting too much sail,
But, honestly, I felt distressed
When Harmon went to jail.
Here was a student of the law,
(A theme for kinder verse)
Who left his home beside the Kaw
With money in his purse,
By fickle fortune rudely slapped,
Caught in his own old net,
He had to either walk home strapped
Or get back what he bet.
Against a suit for its return
His friends could not prevail;
The midnight lamps had ceased to burn
When Harmon went to jail.
The Kansas football team has gone,
A sad, crest-fallen lot,
But Kleinhans still is taking on
And Woodruff, too, is hot.
They think it is a burning shame
To cook them to a turn,
Who strove so hard to steal a game
Their players couldn’t earn.
They well deserve the pain and woe
That comes to chumps who fail;
I laughed at them, but couldn’t crow
When Harmon went to jail.
The Nebraska State Journal (Lincoln, Nebraska) Nov 16, 1897
The rest of the article can be found HERE (Library of Congress link to the Kansas City Journal – Nov 15, 1897)
Coach Woodruff says it was a “scheme” –
His players couldn’t fail –
For had he not announced the team
A solid match for Yale?
They couldn’t lose for, sakes alive,
Each player knew his biz,
And yet the score was six to five
Against those pets of his.
O, Woodruff, let us learn from this
A lesson all men need;
The fastest horse will sometimes miss
Its wonted burst of speed.
The greatest man will live to see,
No matter what his score,
Some other man as great as he
And maybe three or four.
Great Bonaparte his armies took,
To win and never lose,
And all the hosts of Europe shook
Inside their wooden shoes.
He scored a hundred battles won –
The world said that would do,
His guard fell when the sun had set
That night at Waterloo.
So with that team you coached, you know,
And praised throughout the land;
The Skeedunk players stood no show
Against so strong a band;
The Skeedunk whoppers also fell
And struck the long descent,
And poor Iowa went to — well,
No matter where she went.
Flushed as Napoleon was flushed,
You came to Lincoln then,
and slopped around the town and gushed
About your famous men;
“Invincible?” Of course they were,
And not to be suppressed;
They wouldn’t hardly need to stir
To beat us at our best.
So, when they heard the umpire call,
They jauntily began;
The great high kicker kicked the ball,
The others laughed and ran.
They who had smiled to hear you brag,
Went forward with delight
And ran against a solid snag
Too much for them that night.
They couldn’t break the Lincoln line,
Nor stop the rush “for blood;”
Excuse this mirth, friend of mine,
Your football name is Mud.
The Nebraska State Journal (Lincoln, Nebraska) Nov 17, 1897
THE NEW FOOTBALL
PROPOSED RULES THAT WILL ABOLISH ALL BRUTAL PLAY.
Some Queer Signals In Verse — The Player Who Is “It” — When Simon Says “Thumbs Up” or Thumbs Down.”
Mental Tests For the Rival Athletes.
The humane effort to reform football once more and free it from all elements of danger and roughness, as inaugurated by George Aide, seems to meet with cordial indorsement. It is supposed that when the game can be played without risk of anyone being hurt and without any rude scuffling or tackling, the persons who now oppose the sport will attend in large numbers. Some of the proposed changes are as follows:
1. At the beginning of play the ball shall be put in the center of the field and the umpire shall think of a number between 1 and 50. The two captains shall guess at his number, and the one coming the nearest to it shall be allowed to move the ball five yards into the territory of the other team.
2. Before the ball is put into play after a down the captain shall line up his men and count them off as follows:
The player on the word “Buck” shall be known as “it.” He shall kneel beside the ball and the members of the opposing team shall line up opposite. The player known as “it” shall repeat “Simon says ‘Thumbs up,’” or “Simon says ‘Thumbs down,’” indicating the movements as he speaks the words, and the players of the opposing team must imitate his movements. But if he merely said “Thumbs up,” without the “Simon says,” and an opposing player puts his thumbs up, that counts as 1, and after three such mistakes the ball is advanced five yards. If, however, after twenty trials the opposing team does not make a total of three errors then the ball goes to the opposing team and is advanced on a “tag” play.
3. On a “tag” play the member of the team who stands highest in his classes is given the ball to run with it. The opposing players must touch him as he runs and say “Tag, you’re it;” but if he has his fingers crossed at the time he does not have to stop. If his fingers are not crossed he must put the ball down. Any opposing player who is slapped three times on the back by a member of the runner’s team is called “out” and cannot “tag” the runner. A runner cannot be tagged while he is touching wood.
4. Any player who takes hold of an opposing player or who displays brusqueness and lack of refinement shall be put into a compartment at the side lines known as the “boneyard,” and he shall not be released until the captain of his team answers ten questions without laughing.
5. After a touch-down has been made the professor of rhetoric shall give five hard words from the back of the book to the full back of the team scoring the touch-down. If the full back spells the five words correctly his team is credited with two points, the same as if a goal were kicked. If he fails on any word the ball goes to the opposing team on the twenty-five yard line. The ball is never kicked, as it might strike one of the players and injure him.
6. On resuming play after a touch-down all the players except one form in a ring and join hands, singing:
“London bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
London bridge is falling down,
So farewell my ladies.”
The captain of the team against which the score has been made is blindfolded and put into the circle. After a time he advances and takes hold of a player, who is asked three questions. He must guess at the name of this player. If he guesses correctly he is allowed to advance the ball fifteen yards. If he fails the ball goes to the other team, in the center of the field.
7. Both spectators and players are expected to be quiet and orderly at all times, and particularly during the mental tests.
– Chicago Record
Newark Daily Advocate (Newark, Ohio) Dec 17, 1897