Top Left: Herbert Ellis, circa 1920; Ellis is found in numerous policy records of the 1910s, 20s and 30s. He is variously listed as a housebreaker, a shop breaker, a safe breaker, a receiver and a suspected person. His convictions, by 1934, include ‘goods in custody, indecent language, stealing, receiving and throwing a missile.
Top Right: Frederick Edward Davies, circa 1921; Convicted of stealing in picture shows and theatres. Police held sneak thieves in particularly low regard, which may account for the decision to photograph Davies in front of the police stations’ toilet stalls.
Bottom Left: Thomas Bede, circa 1928; Convictions unknown, but when photographed for his mugshot, he refused to open his eyes.
Bottom Right: Eugenia Falleni, alias Harry Crawford, circa 1920; When ‘Harry Leon Crawford’, hotel cleaner of Stanmore was arrested and charged with his wife’s murder, he was revealed to be in fact Eugenia Falleni, a woman and mother, who had been passing as a man since 1899. In 1914, as ‘Harry Crawford’, Falleni had married the widow Annie Birkett. Three years later, shortly after she announced to a relative that she had found out ‘some amazing about Harry’, Birkett disappeared.
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
My friend Eric is basically the coolest person EVER.
He left India for this. I’d say it was worth it. k-pop star in the making. ow ow!
If you’re in Korea, tune in to see this American kill itttttt. In China, I sang karaoke with eric many a time. It was always a cruel reminder of how untalented I am ;p haha
Love this kid. So proud of him!