Mystery

10 Things You Should Know About Leprechauns
Irish legends describe leprechauns as short, bearded men wearing green suits with a hat. It doesn't sound like a typical faerie description, but that's precisely what a leprechaun is. Leprechauns are part of the Faerie Folk —royalty descended from the Tuatha Dé Danann, often referred to by the Irish as 'wee folk' or 'little people.'
By Sandi Parsons4 years ago in FYI
F. Hughes: The First Woman to Successfully use "Battered Woman Syndrome" as a Legal Defense
Francine Hughes was the first woman to successfully use the “battered woman’s syndrome” as a legal defense after setting fire to the bed where her husband slept. Francine was found not guilty by reason of insanity.
By Criminal Matters4 years ago in FYI
McKamey Manor-The world's scariest haunted house
McKamey Manor may be the most terrifying house in the world, and it almost makes you tremble. Originally found in San Diego before moving to Somertown, Tennessee (another in Huntsville, Alabama), the controversial institution has been called the world's most populous house. McKamey Manor is so advanced that no one has been able to successfully navigate the experience so far.
By Joy kafle4 years ago in FYI
Whatever happened to musician Jim Sullivan?
Jim Sullivan was a musician with a large mustache. And it's no surprise that you probably don't know anything about him. Having listened to numerous blues groups, he became infatuated with music. He was a family man. He was married and followed his guitar wherever it led. In 1968, he relocated himself and his family to Los Angeles.
By Marc Hoover4 years ago in FYI
Gentlemen
'It is true, gentlemen, that Mr. Burnham's wife and child are now with him; but, partially because of her, his wife's, infirm health, and partially because of a most distressing and unfortunate experience in his past, our kinsman begs that no one will attempt to call at the ranch. He appreciates all the courtesy the gentlemen and ladies at the fort would show, and have shown, but he feels compelled to decline all intercourse. We are beholden, in a measure, to Mr. Burnham, and have to be guided by his wishes. We are young men compared to him, and it was through him that we came to seek our fortune here, but he is virtually the head of both establishments.' Well. There was nothing more to be said, and the boys came away. One thing more transpired. Burnham gave it out that he had lived in Texas before the war, and had fought all the way through in the Confederate service. He thought the officers ought to know this. It was the major himself to whom he told it, and when the major replied that he considered the war over and that that made no difference, Burnham, with a clouded face replied, 'Well, mebbe it don't--to you.' Whereupon the major fired up and told him that if he chose to be an unreconstructed reb, when Union officers and gentlemen were only striving to be civil to him, he might 'go ahead and be d--d,' and came away in high dudgeon." And so matters stood up to the last we had heard from Fort Phoenix, except for one letter which Mrs. Frazer wrote to Mrs. Turner at Sandy, perhaps purely out of feminine mischief, because a year or so previous Baker, as a junior second lieutenant, was doing the devoted to Mrs. Turner, a species of mildly amatory apprenticeship which most of the young officers seemed impelled to serve on first joining. "We are having such a romance here at Phoenix. You have doubtless heard of the beautiful girl at 'Starlight Ranch,' as we call the Burnham place, up the valley. Everybody who called has been rebuffed; but, after catching a few glimpses of her, Mr. Baker became completely infatuated and rode up that way three or four times a week. Of late he has ceased going in the daytime, but it is known that he rides out towards dusk and gets back long after midnight, sometimes not till morning. Of course it takes four hours, nearly, to come from there full-speed, but though Major Tracy will admit nothing, it must be that Mr. Baker has his permission to be away at night. We all believe that it is another case of love laughing at locksmiths and that in some way they contrive to meet. One thing is certain,--Mr. Baker is desperately in love and will permit no trifling with him on the subject." Ordinarily, I suppose, such a letter would have been gall and wormwood to Mrs. Turner, but as young Hunter, a new appointment, was now a devotee, and as it was a piece of romantic news which interested all Camp Sandy, she read the letter to one lady after another, and so it became public property. Old Catnip, as we called the colonel, was disposed to be a little worried on the subject. Baker was a youngster in whom he had some interest as being a distant connection of his wife's, but Mrs. Pelham had not come to Arizona with us, and the good old fellow was living _en garcon_ with the Mess, where, of course, the matter was discussed in all its bearings. All these things recurred to me as I pottered around through the herds examining side-lines, etc., and looking up the guards. Ordinarily our scouting parties were so small that we had no such thing as an officer-ofthe-day,--nor had we now when Gleason could have been excused for ordering one, but he evidently desired to do nothing that might annoy his officers. He _might_ want them to stand by him when it came to reporting the route and result of the scout. All the same, he expected that the troop officers would give personal supervision to their command, and especially to look after their "herds," and it was this duty that took me away from the group chatting about the bivouac fire preparatory to "turning in" for the night. When I got back, a tall, gray-haired trooper was "standing attention" in front of the commanding officer, and had evidently just made some report, for Mr. Gleason nodded his head appreciatively and then said, kindly,-- "You did perfectly right, corporal. Instruct your men to keep a lookout for it, and if seen again to-night to call me at once. I'll bring my field-glass and we'll see what it is." The trooper raised his left hand to the "carried" carbine in salute and turned away. When he was out of earshot, Gleason spoke to the silent group,-- "Now, there's a case in point. If I had command of a troop and could get old Potts into it I could make something of him, and I know it." Gleason had consummate faith in his "system" with the rank and file, and no respect for that of any of the captains. Nobody said anything. Blake hated him and puffed unconcernedly at his pipe, with a display of absolute indifference to his superior's views that the latter did not fail to note. The others knew what a trial "old Potts" had been to his troop commander, and did not believe that Gleason could "reform" him at will. The silence was embarrassing, so I inquired,-- "What had he to report?" "Oh, nothing of any consequence. He and one of the sentries saw what they took to be an Indian signal-fire up Tonto Creek. It soon smouldered away,--but I always make it a point to show respect to these old soldiers." "You show d--d little respect for their reports all the same," said Blake, suddenly shooting up on a pair of legs that looked like stilts. "An Indian signal-fire is a matter of a heap of consequence in my opinion;" and he wrathfully stalked away. For some reason Gleason saw fit to take no notice of this piece of insubordination. Placidly he resumed his chat,--
By ranjit4 years ago in FYI
Lost
The Missoni fashion label is one of the most iconic in the world. Starting as a small knitwear company in 1953 by Olympic hurdler Ottavio Missoni and his wife Rosita, the brand has exploded into one of the most influential fashion houses in the industry. Their use of knitting machines and combining the lightweight fabrics with Ottavio’s activewear designs led to a renaissance of Italian sportswear on a scale that challenged the American industry. Not to mention the fact that we modernly consider Milan to be the capital of Italian fashion, all due to Missoni moving their manufacturing from Gallarte to Milan. With the mod movement of the 1960’s, the brightly colored stripes and iconic zigzag patterns of the Missoni designs exploded and became a coveted look around the world. Over the decades the brand grew on an international scale, being featured in fashion magazines around the world. Ottavio and Rosita had three children, Vittorio, Angela and Luca. When Ottavio and Rosita made the decision to step down from the throne of the Missoni empire, it was passed down to their children. Vittorio took the role of Marketing Director and eventually CEO, while Angela and Luca took over the Creative and Technical Direction of the brand. The designs remained popular and a household name through the decades, but the expansion of the brand throughout the 90’s and early 2000’s is all thanks to Vittorio’s marketing finesse. He expanded the brand out of clothing and into hotel chains and housewares. He also set up the partnership with Target in 2008, allowing the brand to become accessible to lower income fashionistas at an affordable price. The Target launch was so successful that the collection sold out in minutes and broke down the Target website for multiple hours.
By Chelsea Adler4 years ago in FYI
The Mystery Behind Poisonous Green Color During Victorian Era
In 1814, a new type of green pigment was invented by The Wilhelm Dye and White Lead Company in Schweinfurt, Germany. It was more vibrant than in comparison with other green pigments. It had a more assertive tone. It was immediately termed “emerald green” because of its jewel-like appearance. It was particularly popular among ladies. Especially because gaslighting was used during that period instead of candles. Also, the houses were much more vivid compared to a few decades earlier when women attended gatherings at night.
By Afshara4 years ago in FYI
THE SEVEN NOSES OF SOHO
The Seven Noses of Soho is a creative installation found on various buildings in London’s Soho area. The noses are made of plaster of Paris and are reproductions of the artist’s nose, which project from walls in an odd and unanticipated way.
By Paul Asling4 years ago in FYI
$30 Sketch Worth Millions
A man, who wishes to keep his identity anonymous, was perusing the items at an estate sale in Massachusetts in 2016 when he discovered a drawing on linen for $30. It is now believed that the sketch was drawn by the hand of a sixteenth century Renaissance master.
By Otis Adams4 years ago in FYI
The Angikuni Lake Vanishing
Angikuni Lake is located in Nunavut, Canada. It is one of several lakes along the Kazan River and is known for its Lake trout, Northern pike, and Arctic grayling fishing.
By A.W. Naves4 years ago in FYI
Missing 411 - The Story to Be Told
Have you heard of any folklore stories relating to disappearances? Well, there are many…way too many. I have recently been interested in a number of particular investigations regarding some of these happenings and they are all unbelievable. People walking happily together and then suddenly one disappears, out of thin air. A missing person randomly is located so far away from the center of the search party that it cannot be explained.
By Sharing Randomly4 years ago in FYI
It's all about us...
Before you start reading the below... Did you know that the World's population grows at a rate of 1.1% per annum? Current Earth population is approximately 8 billion humans... :) Based on that calculation (1.1% increase p.a) by 2084 the population will double to 16 billion. Being 40 years old I am guessing that in 63 years I will no longer be here, so wishfully even contemplating my bank account balance at that future time, was and is an absolute waste of time, however, thankfully not wasting any money.
By Chris 4 years ago in FYI