From Fairmont to Belmont

I am now going to put forth a proposal for a film titled

From Fairmont to Belmont

It will be about the history of Bohemianism in Oregon, California, and NewYork. The movie ‘The Barbary Coast’ is from The Bozone. It is the model for my life. It is Victor Hugo Presco marrying Melba Charlotte Broderick the granddaughter of Augustus Janke of Belmont whose father built Belmont, and helped rebuild this famous Bohemian Capitol after the 1906 earthquake. My father’s mother is name after Charlottenburg Palace. The Stuttmeister lived on a street they made, at No.1 Berlin Way. They developed about fifty homes in the town of Fruit Vale, that like Fairmont, was swallowed up. Berlin Way is on my birth certificate. But, what is still blowing my mind, is where Wensel Anton Braskewitz-Prescowitz came from. He was born in Bohemia.

This is why I was anxious to find a backer to buy the old telephone exchange in Crockett. I wanted to live in a gallery-museum. Rosemary told me Victor Hugo gambled in the Barbary Coast of San Francisco. I found an address on Mission Street. Victor Hugo (named after the famous author) worked on Eddy Street. This Raymond Chandler and Norbert Davis. You can’t get any sleazier than this.

There was a sign over a street in San Francisco called ‘The International Settlement’. What went on there far surpasses the Tell-all permission given to Stacey Pierrot and her bevvy of ghost writers (by Robert Buck) one who says Ron Schwary “optioned” the story of our “Rosamond”. Is this true? How do I find out? Maybe Belmont will swing wide their golden gates for Julie Lynch who invented the testimony of Christine’s kindergarten teacher. Does this constitute stalking – and child abuse?

The International Settlement must rise again from the ashes of the plague, or, we are dead! I inherited the Bohemian Blueprint. That no one will fund me – spells DOOM!


Rose Mont

John Presco

Copyright 2021

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Julie is a writer, producer and director, obsessed with movies that matter.

As a screenwriter, Julie has been commissioned and optioned several times.

Her biopic on the artist Rosamond was optioned by Oscar-winner Ron Schwary (Ordinary People).

Julie’s legal thriller, 27, placed second out of three thousand scripts in the IndieProducer Screenplay Contest. Julie and Vicki Light are producing.

Julie’s romantic thriller, Dark Desire, starring Kelly Lynch (Drugstore Cowboy) and Michael Nouri (Flashdance), was bought by LIFETIME and garnered excellent ratings.

Down For The Count On Eddy Street

Posted on October 2, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press


My grandfather worked for Max Silver at 186 Eddy Street. He lived at the infamous Thomas Hotel that caught fire and killed 20 people. At 891 Mission Street, elderly folks were jumping out windows on to piles of mattresses the fireman had made in order to save their lives. How many millions of us had visualized doing this – as kids? To do so as abandoned seniors your brats don’t care about, is the height of existentialism.

“To jump, or, not to jump? Is it better to be consumed in the fires of hell, or, survive to suffer the indignation of your daughter and son-in-law not coming to visit you in the hospital, which tells you they wanted you to perish so they can be free of you – alas!”

Victor Hugo Presco jumped from the Roof of Life, and made sure he landed at the Very Bottom of Life. He quit! He was once a house painter, but, knocked that shit off. If he was an artist or a poet, then he would have owned A Life Excuse.

I have been drawn to this man I met, once. That was enough for him. Hugo was not a family man. Had he found the Buddha? Did he get a secret teaching from the owner of a Chinese Laundry on Mission Street? Was he an opium addict? He was a professional gambler. Did Max run a secret card room? There is a movement afoot to rename Eddy Street, that is farcical. One father sends out a warring to stay away from Eddy Street.

Victor Hugo of the Barbary Coast

Posted on May 26, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press


My brother, Mark Presco, described Melba as a ‘Control Freak’. Coming from a master control freak, this is quite an honor. Mark stopped seeing our grandmother, because she put him to work every time he did. That was my experience. Vic was the same way. This is why I almost conclude the Stuttmeisters were Prussian Royalty.  Vic and Melba have the look and baring. Hugo could not hang!

Rosemary Rosamond made porno movies for Big Bones Bremmer. Later, she was a high class hooker working out of the Beverly Hills Hotel. Hollywood Stars has seen he infamous movies. Our mother was hardly ever home. I was the family cook. Christine watched me render large canvases in the little studio I built in the back of our home on Glendon.

There are blue-eyed Austrian Jews. I was befriended by one. Hugo had amazing blue eyes. After getting away from the ‘Control Freak’ he moved to the Barbary Coast in San Francisco. When he discovered he was a great poker player, we will never know. He made a living sitting at a table with gamblers. Victor Hugo Presco, was a professional gambler of the Barbary Coast. You can’t get any more Bohemian than this. Did he have a room above the Hippodrome? I would. When evening falls, I would put on my best duds and head for a card room. Who wants to get stuck with a bossy bitch and her spoiled brat – who demand all your attention? Victor Hugo – is my main man! I’m going to hang with his memory – till I die! We would have made great pals. Screw the Hansons!

1849: Badly drawn paintings of nude women adorn the walls of the best cafes in the city. Prostitutes begin to arrive from the east. They are frequently auctioned off from the decks of the arriving ships. Cafe owners often hire them to pose nude in displays in the dining halls. Gambling houses were everywhere. At the El Dorado it was reported that $80,000 once changed hands on the turn of a single card. Liquor and female companionship were often provided free of charge by the house as an incentive to frequent patrons.

This place was the Sin City of the world. It had an international reputation. It made the Capitol of Bohemianism, great. If we were told the truth, then we would know from where the dilemma came that ruined out lives. Melba’s father ran the California Barrel Company and delivered wood barrels to Bootleggers all over America. Rosemary made porno movies for Big Bones Remmer, the only Mafia boss working the West Coast out of Emeryville.  Hugo and Rosemary would have gotten along great. Did they ever meet?

Men wanted to get drunk, see naked women, and get laid. There is nothing new under the sun. They also wanted to be bedazzled and entertained. I love the pic of the Bella Union Dance Hall. Looks like an exotic dancer sitting on a crescent moon. Human beings also love to dance. Here is the rebirth of Ancient Rome. Here is the new Hippodrome. Then came Bill Graham and the………..


Then there was the Red Mill, later called ‘The Moulin Rouge’. We Prescos got it covered. The Faux Caretakers have destroyed us. I will sell our True Story to HBO! We will be reborn. We will dance naked again, in the woods with the Woodminster and the Faun. Did Hugo meet any artists?

Captain Gregory

Copyright 2016


Interior of the Moulin Rouge nightclub in the Barbary Coast, 1911 

555 Pacific was such a place, going through multiple iterations of clubs and dance halls. The existing building is pretty much a reconstruction of a saloon that was there before the earthquake, but was known as the Red Mill, later renamed in French to Moulin Rouge in attempts to class up the joint. The exterior was covered in plaster reliefs of satyrs chasing naked wood nymphs. By the late 1930s, the Hippodrome moved into the spot.


Historical Essay

by Daniel Steven Crafts

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Barbary Coast, 1909.

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The Hippodrome by day, c. 1900-1920.

Photos: San Francisco History Center, SF Public Library

1849: Badly drawn paintings of nude women adorn the walls of the best cafes in the city. Prostitutes begin to arrive from the east. They are frequently auctioned off from the decks of the arriving ships. Cafe owners often hire them to pose nude in displays in the dining halls. Gambling houses were everywhere. At the El Dorado it was reported that $80,000 once changed hands on the turn of a single card. Liquor and female companionship were often provided free of charge by the house as an incentive to frequent patrons.

1860-1880: It was in the mid-1860s that the term “Barbary Coast” came into being. It derived its name from its similarity to the notorious Barbary Coast in Africa, and stretched from Montgomery to Stockton along Pacific Street, with branches off into Kearny and Grant Ave. The area had already been cleaned out twice before by the Vigilantes, but once again it began to grow with dives gambling halls, and houses of prostitution. One particularly dangerous block on Pacific between Kearny and Montgomery was known as Terrific Street. A writer in 1876 described the area:

The Barbary Coast is the haunt of the low and the vile of every kind. The petty thief, the house burglar, the tramp, the whore monger, lewd women, cut-throats, murderers, are all found here. Dance halls and concert-saloons, where blear-eyed men and faded women drink vile liquor, smoke offensive tobacco, engage in vulgar conduct, sing obscene songs and say and do everything to heap upon themselves more degradation, are numerous. Low gambling houses, thronged with riot-loving rowdies, in all stages of intoxication, are there. Opium dens, where heathen Chinese and God-forsaken men and women are sprawled in miscellaneous confusion, disgustingly drowsy or completely overcome, are there. Licentiousness, debauchery, pollution, loathsome disease, insanity from dissipation, misery, poverty, wealth, profanity, blasphemy, and death, are there. And Hell, yawning to receive the putrid mass, is there also.

–from Lights and Shades of San Francisco by Benjamin Estelle Lloyd, 1876.

One of the more colorful and memorable characters of the Barbary Coast was a one-time actor whose only name was Oofty Goofty. Oofty Goofty’s great claim to fame was his insensitivity to pain. For many years he made his living along the Barbary Coast by being the willing victim of physical abuse. For ten cents a man might kick Oofty Goofty as hard as he pleased; for a quarter he would let himself be hit with a walking stick; and for fifty cents he would take a blow from a baseball bat.


The Old Hippodrome and Bella Union Dance Halls at 557 Pacific Street between Kearny and Montgomery. Jesse B. Cook on sidewalk, February 1925.

Photo: Jesse Brown Cook collection, online archive of California I0050526A

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Hippodrome, early 1930s.

Photo: San Francisco History Center, SF Public Library

Those who escaped the clutches of the crimps and runners trying to shanghaithem frequented the dance halls of the Barbary Coast, where “dancing” with a woman could take any form or degree the patron wished. Those who desired serious drinking could choose from a variety of establishments, the most dangerous of which was The Whale–as tough a bar-room as San Francisco ever boasted. The most famous criminals of the time could frequently be found there, as for the most part, even the police were afraid to enter. Another famous drinking establishment was the Cobweb Palace, run by Abe Warner, a lover of spiders, who let them spin their webs without interference. The webs hung were festooned across the ceiling and down the walls. Liquor was especially cheap at Martin and Horton’s, where one of its most infamous patrons was a shy little man who tended to sit unobtrusively at the back of the room. He was in fact, Black Bart, the highway bandit who held up stages with an unloaded gun and always left behind a bit of poetry signed “Black Bart the PO8.”

The primary industry of the Barbary Coast was prostitution. Three particular types of brothels were to be found: the cow-yard, which served as both apartment building and brothel; the crib, the lowest and most disreputable of the houses; and the parlor house, whose employees were considered the “aristocracy” of San Francisco’s red-light district.

The women who worked in the dives, regardless of their age, were called “pretty waiter girls.” They were usually paid $15 to $25 a week to serve as waitresses, entertainers and prostitutes. For a small fee a man could view any pretty waiter girl free of her clothing. During the 1870s one Mexican fandango den dressed its girls in no more than red jackets, black stockings, garters and slippers. This dress code was abandoned in a few weeks due to overwhelming and uncontrollable crowds.

More often than not the owners of these brothels, regardless of what kind of house they operated, came away with great fortunes. The more frequented parlor houses seemed each to have its own speciality. Madame Bertha, who ran a parlor house located in Sacramento Street, in addition to the usual activities of such an establishment, gave organ recitals on Sunday afternoons to specially invited guests. The prostitutes sang popular songs while Madame Bertha accompanied.

Madame Johanna employed three French girls who gave erotic exhibitions and were known as the Three Lively Fleas. She was also the originator of “direct mail advertising” for brothels, sending pictures of the naked girls to specially procured mailing lists.


Little Egypt on the Barbary Coast, 1890

The bagnio owned by Madame Gabrielle at Geary and Stockton featured a weekly show in which the participants were black men and white women. Frequently a parlor house had its own particular motto which could be found framed in every room. The motto of a California street house was What is Home Without Mother?Each of the parlor houses in Commercial Street boasted a chamber called the “Virgin Room,” where a gullible customer could be accommodated at double or triple the usual price. Usually the room was staffed with a girl young enough, and enough of an actress to simulate fright and bewilderment. She was usually paid slightly more than the other prostitutes.

The Hippodrome in 1890; Photo: San Francisco History Center, SF Public Library

A frequent patron of these house was San Francisco’s most notorious murderer of the time, Theodore Durrant. When not frequenting prostitutes or murdering them, Durrant spent his time as a medical student and an assistant superintendent of Sunday school, prominent in the work of the Christian Endeavor Society. His modus operandi was to bring a small bird to the parlor house and at some time during the evening slit its throat and let the blood drip over his body.In the cribs and cow-yards, customers were not permitted to remove their shoes, or often any garments at all–except for their hats. Only a specific kind of crib, called a “creep joint” permitted the removal of clothing, and the reason for that was in order that an accomplice could steal all his money and valuables. It was, however, customary to leave a shiny new dime in the customer’s pocket. The origin of the custom is unknown–perhaps it was left as car-fare.

Cribs were located throughout the Barbary Coast, but black and Hispanic establishments were concentrated on Broadway between Grant and Stockton. The French houses could be found primarily in Commercial Street.

1900: Three blocks of dance halls with the loudest possible music blasting forth from orchestras, steam pianos and gramophones in such establishments as The Living Flea, The Sign of the Red Rooster, Ye Olde Whore Shop. Extended from the foot of Telegraph Hill to the shoreline, largely along Pacific Street and Broadway. The Dew Drop Inn, Canterbury Hall and Opera Comique all specialize in erotica of a high order. Dead Man’s Alley, Murder Point and Bull Run form a secret network of tunnels through which people as well as booty were smuggled. The area takes in Chinatown, and Asians are often blamed for this blight on the city.

The San Francisco Examiner, the newspaper owned by William Randolph Hearst, is nicknamed The Whore’s Daily Guide and Handy Compendium due to the thinly disguised ads for prostitutes in the classified section.

Dancers at Spider Kelly’s on the Barbary Coast, 1911.

Photo: San Francisco History Center, SF Public Library

The worst of cribs were to be found on Morton Street (now ironically enough called Maiden Lane). The most notorious was the Nymphia on Pacific Street, the Marsicania on Dupont Street (Grant Ave.), and the Municipal Brothel on Jackson Street near Kearny. On a slow night the pimps might sell the privilege of touching a prostitute’s breasts for the fee of ten cents. On a good night a prostitute might service as many as a hundred men.

The Nymphia, a three-story building with about a hundred and fifty cubicles on each floor, was erected in 1899. The intention of the owners was to name the place the Hotel Nymphomania and to stock it with women suffering from that condition. When the police refused to permit that name, the owners compromised, calling it the Nymphia. Each female resident was required to remain naked at all times and was obliged to entertain any man who called. For a dime a customer would view the activities in any room through a narrow slit in the door. The place was first raided by police in 1900 and after several legal battles, finally closed down in 1903.

The San Francisco Call described the Marsicania as “one of the vilest dens ever operated in San Francisco.” Its population was about 100 prostitutes, each of whom paid $5 a night rental cost. It was opened in 1902 and enjoyed a period of prosperity when the police were legally restrained from blockading or entering the premises except under extreme emergencies. This decision was overturned in 1905 and the Marsicania was forced to close.

On Jackson Street the Municipal Brothel or the Municipal Crib was called so due to the fact that most of its profits went into the pockets of city officials and prominent politicians. It was build in 1904 on the site of the underground Chinese tenement known as the Devil’s Kitchen, or (with great sarcasm) the Palace Hotel. The women were graded by floors with the Mexican prostitutes in the basement, and the black women on the fourth floor. In between a variety of nationalities were represented. The Municipal Crib was protected from police raids until the prosecution of formerMayor Eugene Schmitz and Abe Ruef, who had received regular payments from the profits.

When it was at last closed in 1907, the Municipal Crib was the last significant cow-yard to operate in San Francisco. For all intents and purposes the flesh-pits that were the Barbary Coast were wiped off the face of the map by the great earthquake and fire of 1906.

The opium dives, slave-dens, cowyards, parlorhouses, cribs, deadfalls, dance-halls, bar-rooms, melodeons and concert saloons were all turned to ash. The destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, it was called by the clergymen. The day following the great fire, men lined up for blocks in order to patronize the brothels of Oakland. The slave-trade of Chinatown came to an end and the opium dens were never rebuilt. But the entrepeneurs of the Barbary Coast were determined to rebuild the quarter upon the ruins of the old. By 1907 it was once again in full operation.

While the city of San Francisco officially disdained the goings-on of the Barbary Coast, it took a secret pride in this area widely proclaimed as the wickedest town in the U.S.A. After the great earthquake and fire, the Barbary Coast became more of a tourist attraction than its predecessor. Such luminaries as Sarah Bernhardt and ballet dancer Anna Pavlova were known to frequent the area. British poet John Masefield is to have said immediately after disembarking, “Take me to see the Barbary Coast.” Dance-floors and variety shows designed to shock the tourists replaced prostitution as the chief business. Indeed, many of the dance crazes that swept America during this period were originated in this section of San Francisco: the turkey trot; the bunny hug; the chicken glide; the Texas Tommy, the pony prance, the grizzly bear, and other varieties of semi-acrobatic dancing. Among the many dance halls on the Barbary Coast, the Thalia, on Pacific between Kearny and Montgomery, remained the most popular. It usually featured a “Salome dancer” or strip-tease artist.

The number of women working on the Barbary Coast during this period ranged from 800 to 3,000. They were paid from $12 to $20 a week to dance and drink with the customers and to appear on stage in ensemble choruses. Many engaged in prostitution but usually in their after hours. Their dress was described as “of the cheapest fabric, many of them torn and stained, none reaching below the knees, and here and there hooks missing and bodices yawning in the back, but always the silk stocking as the inevitable mark of caste.” [San Francisco Call, 1911] Often the girls were barely in their teens, and the dance-halls frequently served as recruiting agents for the brothels.

Barbary Coast after the ’06 quake

The first dive to open after the earthquake, and perhaps the most notorious establishment on the Barbary Coast of the post-earthquake period, was the Seattle Saloon and Dance Hall, in Pacific St. near Kearny. The women employed there were paid from $15 to $20 a week, and following the custom of an earlier deadfall, they were forbidden from wearing underwear. Advertisements of this feature were discretely passed around the saloons of the city. The women were also paid a slight percentage of the drinks they sold and entitled to half of whatever they might pick from the pockets of their dance partners. (The proprietors often complained that the girls were dishonest in reporting the true amounts they had stolen.) But the women of the Seattle soon developed another source of income by supposedly selling their house keys to drunken patrons who would pay from $1 to $5 each for a key. The keys of course were bogus, and the police soon put an end to this practice after receiving numerous complaints from homeowners about drunken men searching hopelessly in the middle of the night for locks their keys might open.

When the Seattle was sold in 1908, its name was changed to the Dash. The waitresses were replaced by male cross-dressers who for $1 would perform whatever sex act was requested. It was soon revealed that the new managers were two officers of the Superior Court under Judge Carroll Cook. The place was closed six months after it had opened.

1910-1920: In 1911 the Board of Health established a Municipal Clinic which compelled every prostitute to submit to examination and necessary treatment for disease. Prostitutes were required to carry a booklet listing her record of medical examinations, and no woman was permitted inside a brothel without a medical certificate. The Clinic existed for only two years, but in that time reduced venereal disease in the red-light district by 66 percent. The Clinic was fought bitterly by nearly every clergyman in the city. Mayor James Rolph, Jr., who had gone on record as supporting the work of the clinic, eventually succumbed to the political pressure brought to bear by the clergymen and ordered police protection withdrawn from the clinic. Soon afterward the Clinic closed its doors and diseases once again raged unhindered throughout the red-light district.

The defeat of the Union Labor Party in 1911 marked the beginning of the end of the Barbary Coast. Gone was the general feeling of Gold Rush days that San Francisco must remain a “wide-open” city. In 1912 the new Police Commissioner Jesse B. Cook launched a direct attack on the Barbary Coast publishing his plans in the newspapers:

1) All dance-halls and resorts patronized by women in Montgomery Avenue (now Columbus) west of Kearny Street and on both sides of Kearny Street to be abolished.
2) Barkers in front of the dance-halls in Pacific Street to be done away with and glaring electric signs forbidden.
3) No new saloon licenses to be issued until the number had been reduced to 1500 which was to be the limit in future.
4) Raids to be made against the blind pigs.

In February of 1913 another resolution was adopted:

Resolved, That no female shall be employed to sell or solicit the sale of liquor in any premises where liquor is sold at retail to which female visitors or patrons are allowed admittance. The enforcement of this resolution proved completely futile, but it did send out the message that the Barbary Coast of old was not to be tolerated.

But it was the San Francisco Examiner under the leadership of William Randolph Hearst which led the crusade that eventually brought down the Coast. Many churches and welfare organizations promptly jumped on the Examiner’s bandwagon, and on September 22, 1913, the Police Commission adopted the following resolution:

Resolved, That after September 30, 1913, no dancing shall be permitted in any cafe, restaurant, or saloon where liquor is sold within the district bounded on the north and east by the Bay, on the south by Clay street, and on the west by Stockton Street. Further Resolved, That no women patrons or women employees shall be permitted in any saloon in the said district. Further Resolved, That no license shall hereafter be renewed upon Pacific Street between Kearny and Sansome Streets, excepting for a straight saloon.

In September of 1913 the Thalia displayed the following sign:


This sign perhaps more than any other signalled the end of the Barbary Coast. Even the most notorious of the dance halls now had trouble attracting enough customers to stay in business.


The Thalia Dance Hall at 732 Pacific Street, with Jesse B. Cook on sidewalk, February 1925.

Photo: Jesse Brown Cook collection, online archive of California I0050528A

In 1914 the Red-Light Abatement Act gave the city authorities the right to impose civil court actions against any property used for purposes of prostitution. Also during this same time a young Methodist clergyman, Reverend Paul Smith, took it upon himself to launch a tireless campaign against whatever sin and vice yet remained on the Barbary Coast. (It was reported that his sermons were so provocative that prostitutes flocked to the vicinity of his church after the services, where they found eagerly aroused customers). Rev. Smith’s campaign against immorality came to a head on a January morning when more than 300 prostitutes dressed and perfumed in their finest marched to the Central Methodist Church to confront the minister. When admitted to the church they posed the question, “How are we to make a living when all the brothels have closed?” The Rev. is said to have replied that he would work tirelessly to establish a minimum-wage law and would assist the women in finding new employment. He claimed that a virtuous woman with children could live on $10 a week. “That’s why there’s prostitution!” came the reply, at which point the ensemble left the church in disgust.

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January 25, 1917, three hundred prostitutes march to Central Methodist Church to protest anti-prostitution campaigning by Rev. Paul Smith.

In 1917 the Supreme Court rendered its final decision on the Red-Light Abatement Act. Dancing was now prohibited in all cafes and restaurants anywhere in the vicinity bordered by Larkin, O’Farrell, Mason and Market; all private booths were removed in establishments where liquor was sold; and unescorted women were to be ejected from such premises. These regulations effectively closed down such notorious Barbary Coast establishments as the Black Cat, the Panama, the Pup, Stack’s, Maxim’s, the Portola, the Louvre, the Odeon and the Bucket of Blood.

1920s: In one final gasp at life, the Barbary Coast recalling its former glory as the most notorious section of San Francisco, once again attempted to resurrect itself in 1921. The Neptune, Palace, Elko and Olympia again opened their doors, selling near beer and featuring a few dancing girls. But the watchful eye of Mrs. W. B. Hamilton, Chairman of the Clubwomen’s Vigilante Committee, soon saw to it these newly opened dens of iniquity were not to be endured. She reported to the newspapers, “I have visited dancing places in Honolulu, Tahiti and various islands of the South Pacific, but I saw nothing in those places more obscene and morally degrading than I saw in the Neptune Palace.” The police took immediate action and the Barbary Coast was at last closed down for all time.

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Patrons in the Hippodrome, 1934.

Photo: San Francisco History Center, SF Public Library

1940s: U.S. military insists on shutting down brothels and bars around the city as tens of thousands of soldiers pour through San Francisco en route to and from the Pacific Theatre of War.

1950s: Mayor George Christopher appoints a beat cop as police chief and Chief Ahern instigates a crackdown on police corruption and vice tolerance.


Pacific Avenue looking west between Montgomery and Kearny, November, 1953.

Photo: Charles Ruiz collection


The Old “International Settlement” sign at Kearny and Pacific just before its final removal, June 6, 1957.

Photo: Bancroft Library

1960s: Carol Doda takes off her top at the Condor Club at Broadway and Columbus. She becomes a big celebrity and contributes mightily to San Francisco’s now-restored reputation as a town where anything goes.

1970s: Pornography industry gets a big boost by the entry of two Bay Area brothers, the infamous Mitchell Brothers. Their first feature porn film, Behind the Green Door, brings hardcore pornography into wide circulation. Their club on O’Farrellendures hundreds of raids by SFPD Vice officers, but is never shut down. “Lap Dancing” and other forms of nude entertainment are accepted in the City.

Living At The Moose Club

Posted on February 23, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

The Moose Club

At the end of my first session with my woman therapist, I almost asked;

“Have you seen ‘The Sopranos’? They are fictional characters. The Prescos are-were, for real. I’m the last man standing.

Alas with the discovery of ‘The Artist’s Tea Room’ scow, I got my McGuffin. Everything I write, everything I do, is going to come out of there.

When Rosemary stabbed Vic between the eyes, and drove him from our home, he moved into a crash pad on Ashby and Telegraph with his best friend, Pat Burns. Captain Vic took us there. Everyone was hung over. Someone had done a painting on the window shade. There were poker chips on a table. We picked up the deck of cards, and looked at The Nudies.  I am sure Vic and his Bohemian Brotherhood, were smoking weed. This is 1959. Instead of our father helping us with our pubescence, our coming of age, we are drafted in the struggle to give Vic a second chance, another childhood. Maybe this time he will get it right. When he did not pay a dime of childhood, our mother cut him off. She forbad him to see his children again. That ban, is legend!

When Pops came to visit me at Peter Shapiro’s house, he spotted a piano and sat down.

“Can you teach me to play the piano? I always want to play?”

There was a set of drums that Big Kid got behind, and he picked up the sticks. Peter and I lived together with The Loading Zone in a large Victorian in downtown Oakland. Vic got himself a crash-pad on Alice Street with Dirty-DeeDee who was the craziest woman I ever met – after Laurie Landis. On Alice, I got a Royal Flush in Spades while playing with bad dudes connected to the Mexican Mafia. Vic loved this place. Everyone got it, what this place was: This was the home of Wolf Larsen. Go down Alice street seven blocks and you are in the heart of Jack London Square. Directly across the bay is Dogpatch, where the California Barrel Company was located. Vic’s grandfather was an executor at this company.

The Moose Club is next door to Captain Larsen’s pad. I lived at the Moose when I had to get away from bad-ass Laurie, who one morning, early, climbed the fir escape six floors…to take me out for a drink. It was 5:00 A.M.

I made a point to keep Vic and Laurie, apart. I wish I had taken Rena to meet my Old Man of the Sea, and then, walked out of his life – forever…..A Man?

Six months ago I talked with an attorney about a guy connected to Meg Whitman using my copyrighted name California Barrell Company that is now associated with Crocket’s floating bordellos. This company is real Bay Area History that needs to be preserved. We got chase out of San Francisco by a famous Earthquake and Fire. We co-founded Fruit Vale, that was consumed by the City of Oakland.

John Presco

Copyright 2020

My father, Vic Presco, told me Garth Benton’s father served time in the Fed lock-up for making a False Deed of Trust. Two weeks after Christine drowned, Stacey Pierrot told me on the phone Garth’s father was coming into the Rosamond gallery, and, making her nervous. Before the funeral, Vicki Presco told me Garth was in a lot of trouble. Garth and his buddy, Lawrence Chazen, tried to become the Executor of my sister’s estate. The Benton divorce was just finalized. Chazen got his antique furniture back after he filed a lein. Christine filed Bankruptcy. The Benton’s were on file as the owner of Vic’s house in Lafayette that he claimed he owned. He built a large addition to house his fiancé and her six kids that was going to smuggle across the border in a marijaha shipment.

I told this guy that met Chazen at an foreclosure auction, that my father met him at the Copper Penny bar&grill where all the Realtor’s hangout. If you have a California Real Estate license, you can make Home Loans. How are the recorded? Can you stay under the radar? You could keep track of home owners in trouble, right there in the bar! Chazen and his Team makes high interest loans, then, wait for the new owner to default, and run the scam again, and again. Then, you bundle these loans up and sell them overseas to big European banks. MELTDOWN!

Oakland, Fairmont, and Harris

Posted on August 14, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

Kamala Harris is for Oregon and we are for Kamala.

I was born and raised in Oakland and took part in this cities redevelopment.

The Promoter of Fairmont

Posted on February 4, 2019by Royal Rosamond Press

The Lost Promoter of Fairmount

March 17, 2014

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George Melvin Miller was titled ‘The Prophet of Lane County’.  Lane County was named after Joseph Lane who ran with John Breckenridge for the White House.  John is my kindred via John Preston who is kin to Jessie Benton Fremont who authored her husband’s journal about his expedition into the Oregon Territory.

Joseph wrote a letter to Rose O’Neal, a Confederate spy. It is alleged Joseph helped Joaquin Miller become the editor of the Eugene City Democratic Register, a pro-slavery newspaper. However, there is no proof of this, or, Miller was for the Confederacy.  Quite the contrary. Joaquin Miller worshipped the ‘Pathfinder’ who was the first Presidential candidate nominated by the Republican Abolitionist Party.   Miller made a folly to Fremont on his property in the Oakland Hills above where my great grandfather, William Stuttmeister, had a farm. William built about forty homes in Fruit Vale, a city that was later incorporated into Oakland. This rock monument supposedly marks the spot where Fremont first got a glimpse of the Golden Gate.

Joaquin wrote a book called ‘City Beautiful’ and appears to be part of that movement.  I suspect his brother George was also, because he lay out the plan for two town, Florence, and Fairmount. Fairmount was in the hills above Eugene between 27th. Ave, and the Willamette. The Mathew Knight Arena is built upon land that once belonged to George.  Was George inspired by his visits to ‘The Hights’  as Joaquin called his Mecca for California Artists and Poets?

The testimony on George’s nameless tombstone, reads

“Promoter Fairmount & Winnemucca to the sea, by Oregon, Lewis & Clark, D.A.R”

What does this mean “Winnemucca to the sea”?  In my novel I write about my 1950 Dodge breaking down in this desert town located on Route 66.  When I got home and on my computer, I read about the building of a from the desert to the sea. But, instead of going to Florence as George Miller intended, this road ended up in Crescent City. The Promoter’s dream, had missed the mark. He died not knowing – they almost got it right!

Folks who believed in George’s dream tried to get a marker honoring him on the Siuslaw River Bridge that Miller also promoted – while he was alive! Miller objected, and I assume left instructions to not include his name on his marker – just his two dreams!  If you don’t know a man’s dream, then, you don’t know the man! Later, someone placed a marker at George’s feet.

I planted two Petunias by the Miller markers.  I had traded some items at  Isabella’s Garden in Brownsville for seven plants.  I saluted George’s Dream that I compared to Fremont’s. Here lie the unsung ‘Pathfinder’ who likened himself to Lewis and Clark.

I had meant to declare myself a Newspaper Man, but, remembered when I came upon a fire in the town of Coburg. It was deliberately set by the fire department. I was in shock to see this beautiful Victorian going up in smoke. I talked to two fire fighters about why the town did not save it. They told me they tried, but, no one wanted it. I am going to investigate, because, I am a reporter for Royal Rosamond Press, a newspaper registered in Lane County.

I then walked into a antique store and asked the proprietor if she had a spindle for sale.  She took me into the back room and showed me three spinning wheels that were once owned by an old woman who recently suffered from three strokes.  I tried to get information about this woman, but, was not given her name.  After seeing a incredible photo of her ancient mother, spinning, the Legend of Sleeping Beauty overcame me!

Alas, I had found her, she not able to communicate after her strokes! In a comatose state, her dream is taken to an antique store, it all in pieces. I am upset, because her history is about to be lost! Did she live in that house that was being burned down? Did she know the Millers, and the Dreamer of Fairmount, the Lost City that is no more, it swallowed up in that ongoing disaster – Eugene City Planning?

Sleeping Beauty was named, Rosamond, my mother’s maiden name. There is Fair Rosamond, and a Floral City by the sea. There is Belmont, a city cofounded by my great grandfather in California. The Cogswell-Miller home in Eugene is surrounded by Rose Trees, Rhodadendrons!

The next day I went to East face of Skinner Butte and looked at the two homes that are associated with John Cogswell and his family.  John is the unsung Founding Father.

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For two weeks I have been taking on the housing system and have talked with Eugene City Manager, Jon Reus, about plans for the University of Oregon to tear down houses in a historic neighborhood. I will meet with a agent for a large real estate company about Homeless Vets and a way to get poor folks into homes. This includes Students.

Colleges and Banks work together to Front-run your children’s dreams. They pool young folks together with the promise of a education, a good job, and a nice home. Then the money lender swoop in and put them in debt for life! We have to turn this around. Get our children in their own home – and then they go to college with a reverse loan!

You don’t have to fatten up the bankers to send your kids to college. Just send them to me! I will give them the bottom line on ‘The Dream’ I will lead them like Gandalf against the Orcs. I will be talking with this real estate agent about creating a virtual reality real real estate land, a real Farmville, called ‘Brownsville’ and ‘Fairmount’ founded by George Miller, the brother of Joaquin Miller who read his poems before royaty and was invited to have dinner with the Pre-Raphaelites. I am not just authoring the next Ring Legend, and I living it!

Radical plans to stop rich overseas residents who live outside the EU buying British houses – as well as tight restrictions on them acquiring “newbuild” properties as investments – will be published in a report by a leading rightwing thinktank on Monday.

After finding the neglected tombstone of George Melvin Miller, a story ran on the news about cottages and possible barracks being torn down on Columbia Terrace in Eugene to make way for a large building that will process food for the University of Oregon. I am certain these residences sit upon land that was once owned by George Miller, and his partner, University of Oregon Professor, John Straub. This might constitute the first partnership between the UofO and residential land development which in itself is historic and should be preserved because this relationship has been controversial and needs to be studied. If this study is conducted after the homes are torn down, then there will forever be a gaping wound for the future to see.

George Miller platted Florence, and was the promoter of this fair city by the sea. George was the promoter of the Winnemucca to the Sea highway which is connected to the famous Route 66. But, more stunning than this, there is much evidence George was inspired by his brother who had a home in the Oakland Hills he called ‘The Hights’. Here was an outdoor salon for poets and artists who came from all over the world. Joaquin Miller planted thousands of three in the bare hills from where you could see the city lights of San Francisco. There were cable cars on rails, like the rails you can still see making their way up the hills of Fairmount to Hendrick’s Park and the Rhododendron gardens.

Miller and Joaquin promoted the Rhododendron Festival in Florence. Joaquin co-founded the Bohemian Club that met in the redwood groves near the Russian River. Here famous authors and artist met once a year. Jack London and George Sterling were promoters of the Bohemian Life. They made Carmel by the Sea what it is today. My famous sister, Christine Rosamond, has a gallery here. My late sister married into the historic Benton family who fought to keep the Oregon Territory out of British hands. My grandfathers founded the city of Belmont south of San Francisco.

The Stuttmeisters had an orchard just below the Hights. Joaquin would carry my father in his lap when he went with my grandmother to SF on the trolley. My kindred built forty new homes on new streets they named after trees. Did George meet these developers we see having a picnic in the redwood groves in the Oakland Hills.

When we were young the Presco children would call Juanita Miller on the phone and pretend we had a broken heart. George’s niece was known as the ‘White Witch’ and gave advice to the sick at heart. I lived at the Stoneridge apartment on 19th. and Harris for twelve years. I would take walks in the nearby hills and feel right at home. I now wonder if George borrowed the architecture of Oakland, and transplanted them to Fairmount. If so, then we are looking at a historic link between the Bay Area and Eugene that needs to broadcast rather than diminished.

The Monkey Block and Queen Calafia

Posted on June 4, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press


This morning I awoke with the realization I am the Caretaker of the Creative Stackpole Family History, because they have passed away, along with a good friend of the family, Michael Harkins.  Michael told me stories about Ralph Stackpole. He told me how his grandson, Peter Stackpole died. He was camping on the American River when he spotted an eagle feather floating by. He dove in for it, and never came to surface. Peter’s father is the son of the LIFE photographer who took the photos of Joan and Christina Crawford. Peter took the pic of Joan chatting with the infamous artist, Salvadore Dali.

My group of Bohemians have exchanged precious bodily fluids. I got on the computer and tried to find Brian Purvis, who took Pip’s virginity when she was thirteen. Brian was also Rosemary’s lover. He kidnapped Rena on Pismo Beach. I want his photographs before he kicks the bucket, and these images get tossed in the ash can. Does he have dirty pictures of my mother?

Michael went with me to Christine’s funeral. In the car with my mother and family friends, he addressed my mother as “Mother” because he heard this from others in the car. Pip took offence – because she always wanted my child – and asked my best friend she never met;

“Who the hell are you!?”

I gave Vicki’s childhood friend  Michael’s – Friends of Family Tree Chart –  wherein were many of Pips lovers, that she had to have, because she was the Family Groupie. Now, she had to have Wanda’s second born. Wanda was my second mother. You could see her plotting all the way the church. People get seriously laid at funerals. Pip was lining Cindy up for me, she staying the night at the Benton home of Pacific Grove. Cindy’s husband did not attend. If I had a way to invite Rena, she and her husband, the Admiral, might have made a grand entrance. Here comes her muse!

Here is Christine looking at the photos I took of the painting I did of Rena I did in 1971 – who sent me pics of her profile I asked for, they taken in a pay-booth. She had sunglasses sitting on her head. This is when Rosamond decided to take up art.

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In recounting the day Rena put on make-up for us, and in making a plea to her to let me work with the photos of her, I got angry. If I had contacted her as co-owner of the Rosamond Gallery in Carmel, then I would own credentials and credibility. Any innate fears Rena may have entertained ( because she is mentally ill) would be assuaged by my stature in the Art community of Carmel.

As a rule, serial killers and stalkers to not give a creep-by-creep account of their dark agendas on their blog, because they don’t want the cops to discover their Den of Evil, and take their captured sex-objects away. However, my Victim-Muse may have read Stacey Pierrots ‘Rosamond’ webpage where she advertises the lies of her second ghost writer that employs the brochure Christine allowed to be printed and displayed in her gallery, where I found it. I was flabberglasted! I knew right away the Insane Rosamond’s Caretakers had ripped off ‘Mommie Dearest’ that had come out months earlier. Rosemary was now Bad Mommie ‘The Torturer’ who is being ruthlessly exploited to bolster waning sales.

When I got home I called Christine and complained.

“Oh, that! You should not take is so seriously. It was written to sell my art. Besides, I was not aiming at you. It was aimed at our mother.”

“Oh! So you shoot a hole thru me to get at Rosemary!”

What Julie Lynch claims is she owns testimony from Christine’s kindergarten teacher about how skilled of an artist this five-year old artist, was. What is this teacher’s name? Where did she teach? How old was she when she testified? If she was thirty when Christine was five, and Julie talked to her in 2012, she would have been ninety-two years old. The brochure said Christine was four when I caught her drawing in the closet with a flashlight, and went and got my Mommie who whipped Rosamond with a wire hanger – but good. Did Rena read this and believe I was coming to Montana to give her a good whipping – after chaining her in a dark closet?  Rosemary owned a great fear my sister would steal my spotlight that I owned at five years of age. Why this fear? What would happen – if Rosamond succeeded – which she did? The Association of Truth in Art had two attorneys amongst its founders.

“If Christine’s parents had embraced her talent, there might be existing works from her childhood, but this was not to be. Fearing that Christine would steal her brother’s spotlight as the family artist, Christine’s mother, Rosemary, forbade Christine to draw at home. The only time she could express herself was at school or in her closet, by flashlight, when everyone else was asleep. Though we don’t have images to prove it, Christine’s kindergarten teacher has said that, by age five, Christine was already drawing with adult skill. She can remember Christine’s pictures of animals having near perfect detail and perspective.”

This morning I discovered that Ralph Stackpole was a good friend the artist, Maynard Dixon who was married to Dorothea Lange, the famous photographer, who the Weston family knew about. Ralph hung with Maynard and other artist, writers, and photographer at the Montgomery Block in San Francisco that was torn down to build the TransAmerica Title Pyramid, where sat my father’s Oakland High School chums wh invited him aboard. Vic turned them down because he had other lenders, one being Larry Chazen, a Gordon Getty man.

Here is a court document that Sydney Morris filed telling the Art World why he sold our creative family legacy to the outsider, Stacey Pierrot, in order to pay off the No.1 Creditor – Chazen!  As an exra added bonus we hear from Shannon Rosamond’s attorney who tried to meet with Garth Benton’s attorney, Robin Beare, but – SHE FEARED FOR HER LIFE! Perhaps Rena would like to consult her.


Stacey Pierrot was the manager of the gallery – before Christine died. Her best friend and Christine’s, was the Vice President, Jacci Belford – who tried to buy everything after Rosamond was dead. I wrote Morris a letter asking him why he was blessing the Bad Business People, giving them a second chance to Bankrupt the Rosamond legacy!

“They are doing this upon the assumption that waning sales will soar, because Rosamond is now a famous – DEAD ARTIST! This will not be the case! I want to see a market research!”

Dixon was a famous Western Artist who painted the murals of Queen Califa, the Black Amazon Queen who California is named after. Califa come from Caliph. Consider my ancestors battle with the Caliph of the Barbary Coast. Consider that I recently crowned Rena – Queen of the Amazons! I am going to have to find a younger Rena to star in my movie.

“Julie is a writer, producer and director, obsessed with movies that matter. As a screenwriter, Julie has been commissioned and optioned several times. Her biopic on the artist Rosamond was optioned by Oscar-winner Ron Schwary (Ordinary People).”

Joaquin Miller used to hang out at the Monkey Block, and in my old blog I posted a story where Miller and Bret Harte swap tales at the bar. Miller went with my grandmother on the trolley to San Francisco where she visited her husband, a well-known gambler in the Barbary Coast. Garth Benton was a well-know muralist and was the cousin of the famous artist and muralist, Thomas Hart Benton – who did many Western scenes.

Ralph is connected with the California College of Arts and Crafts, where Michael went, and where he met the famous Beat Poet Michael McClure. they became good friends, and I was introduced to McClure after seeing his play ‘Beard’.

This morning I called the Oakland Museum to find out the fate of the Western murals on the walls of the Golden West Saloon, where I drank, and where the beginning of my novel ‘The Gideon Computer’ takes place. The watercolor I did of Rena’s photograph, hung over the bar that was condemned after the big earthquake of 1989. I found these murals in an auction held in 1990.The sign for this bar may be on the outside of the Last Chance Saloon that I called an hour ago, but, they were not open.

Ralph did a giant stature of Pacifica, a goddess of the Pacific Coast where the Lone Cyprus has been take hostage. I told you I put the Shekinah on Santa Rosa Island for safe keeping. Today, her glory walks across the water. .

“Shekinah” in Hebrew is a a feminine noun, It is interesting that Isaiah refers to the Shekinah using feminine pronouns.”

Solomon is connected with the Shekinah that was introduced when his temple was built. This kin of David and Jesus married the Daughter of a Pharoah. She was a Princess – with no name. On this day, I give her the name – Calafia!

Last night I was watching the movie Flash Dance, and beheld the art director posing Jennifer Beals. OMG! She’s doing Christine’s ‘Summer Mood’ that was rendered in 1974. She is in a factory. Rena is a great dancer. I want to see proof of this. I want your photographs Rena.

“Sculptor Ruth Cravath described the scene as she found it in the 1930s, “the Montgomery Block had four floors. The first floor was offices. Artists had nothing to do with that… The Montgomery Block was a beautiful building. It had these sculptured heads around the outside… There was a big, open court… It was very good light for working… Every studio had two windows and some of [the studios] had running water and some didn’t… We had a luxurious one. We had running water and…a little two-burner gas plate that we cooked on…”

Maynard and Dorothea got looks when they walked the streets of San Francisco, they both wearing capes, he a Flamingo hat, and she, an artist’s Barret. Here are the parents of the Hippies. Consider the factory I lived in Boston. I became the Bohemian Historian my friend Nancy suggested I become. I once owned the cane-sword Victor Hugo Presco owned, and two boat lanterns that were on the sailboat Royal Rosamond owned when he sailed to the Anacapa Islands with his friend, Dashell Hammett.

Dorothea is seen sitting atop her very cool Woodie. Here is here famous photo of the Good Mommie.

I stayed a couple of weeks at the Will Rogers Hotel in downtown Oakland where the indigent hero of the Gideon Computer gets arrested after typing out a confession into the computer by his bed that beckoned to him “Talk to us, Pilgrim. Tell us your story!”

Your lonely tale.

I foresaw the coming of Facebook. Here is a story written by a tenant of fourteen years who is now a historian. Morris shamed my family for being poor and broke. We were rendered powerless.

When Christine and I were fifteen and fourteen Rosemary gathered her three eldest children, and crying, told us she was making porno movies for the Mob in order to support us. Big Bones Bremmer had her hooking influential folks who saw her movie, and had to have her. When the movie ‘East of Eden’ was on T.V. we gathered in reverence. Rosemary was the real Queen of the Amazons. She rescued us from our brutal father who raped my niece Shannon Rosamond in 1990. I do get so tired of the bullshit

Julie Lynch produced sexploitation movies. Getting Off is about a artist, Josie Ray, who becomes a sex fiend. Here is that woman artist theme again. “Ay! Rosie!”  After getting arrested in Oakland, the Mob moved Rosemary into the Beverley Hills Hotel. For six months we had no mother. That sexy Julie ends up insulting ‘The Momster’, is amusing. If John Steinbeck was around, he would have written our Family Story.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2015


“Hidden in a downtown Oakland alleyway is the Will Rogers Hotel. Mice, rats, roaches, bacteria, and downtrodden people have colonized the Will Rogers. Its prison-cell-sized rooms house whole families. Human feces are smeared on the shower walls of its communal bathrooms. An aggregate stench of rot, urine, alcohol, and vomit permeates the hallways. There are crying beeps from smoke detectors with dying batteries, shouting crack addicts, louder-shouting crack dealers, cigarette burns on the carpets, peeling paint, barred windows, a malfunctioning elevator, and creaking stairs.”



The Cynosure Screenwriting Awards seek to expand the scope of mainstream
cinema by recognizing and rewarding feature-length scripts in two distinct      categories: screenplays which feature compelling female protagonists;  and screenplays that showcase diversity (ethnicity, race, sexuality, disability, etc.).   In 2011, we are proud to offer two (2) $3000 cash prizes to the top entrant in each category.  Also, each winner will be granted a Cynosure Mentorship.

Pacifica was a statue created by Ralph Stackpole for the 1939–1940 Golden Gate International Exposition held on Treasure Island in the San Francisco Bay. Stackpole’s largest sculpture, it towered 81 feet (25 m) over the entrance to the Cavalcade of the Golden West in the Court of Pacifica. The Court of Pacifica was dedicated to the heroic explorers of Pacific Ocean territories. Pacifica was the theme statue for the exposition, representing world peace, neighborliness, and the power of a unified Pacific coast.[1][2][3]

Pharaoh’s daughter who was the wife of Solomon is a figure in Hebrew scriptures who married the king of the United Monarchy of Israel to cement a political alliance with Egypt. Out of his vast harem, she is the only wife singled out, although she is not given a name in the texts. Her influence on Solomon is seen as the downfall of his greatness.’s_daughter_(wife_of_Solomon)

The Shekinah Glory7 Now when Solomon had finished praying, fire came down from heaven and consumed the burnt offering and the sacrifices, and the glory of the Lord filled the house. 2 The priests could not enter into the house of the Lord because the glory of the Lord filled the Lord’s house. 3 All the sons of Israel, seeing the fire come down and the glory of the Lord upon the house, bowed down on the pavement with their faces to the ground, and they worshiped and gave praise to the Lord, saying, “Truly He is good, truly His lovingkindness is everlasting.”

“Shekinah” in Hebrew is a a feminine noun, It is interesting that Isaiah refers to the Shekinah using feminine pronouns. Especially in Isaiah 51. Particularly in Isaiah 51:9and 10 and its context the pronouns are feminine. In verse 10 the KJV uses thou and it to refer to the Shekinah. Both pronouns are feminine in Hebrew. The Qumran text makes the feminine form certain by adding a yod to 2fs.  Literally feminine “you she” translated in KJV “thou it.” Without doubt this is why the inter-testament Rabbis coined the word Shekinah to describe the events where the physical presence performed miracles to guide and protect Israel. In the same passage (Isa 51:9) there is a phrase “arm of YHWH” that is used exclusively for the Messiah. This means Jesus was the Shekinah presence in the Old Testament events. That is why the coming of the Messiah and the return of the Shekinah to the second temple are intermixed in the extraordinarily mystically mixed passage of Zechariah 2:8-11.

When Oscar-winning movie icon Joan Crawford died in 1977, she couldn’t have known that just a year later, her adopted daughter Christina would publish Mommie Dearest, a memoir that recounted her abusive, militaristic, perfectionist tendencies as a mother. Because of the timing of the book’s publication, some people doubted the veracity of Christina’s claims — especially since Joan had taken great pains to appear publicly as the model parent. Furthering the distrust over Christina’s claims was that she and her brother Christopher had been taken out of Joan’s will, for reasons “well known to them” — giving Christina what seemed to be a perfect motivation to malign her mother’s name. There were others in the Hollywood community, though, who supported Christina’s account, saying they had witnessed Joan’s abusiveness. When the film version was released in 1981, starring Faye Dunaway as Joan, it was poorly received, proving that although Joan had been dead for nearly five years, she still had friends in high places. Nevertheless, audiences still remember one of most recited movie lines in history: “No wire hangers — ever!”

I am done with this frog pond, these mean little town blues for homeless loons that has no room for real ideas, especially, BIG IDEAS! There will be no Godzilla Festival competing with the Eugene Celebration that has been presented by the kindred of Ken Kesey. I am moving Ken back to the Bay Area where he lived for awhile so that he may be part of the Raising of Atlantis and the presenting of the Atlantean Grail to the world. For this move I bring out my BIG GUN, my kindred Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, who was the Muse for Hollywood Royalty that the Christian-right, and Osama Bin Laden, declared cultural warfare on.

Watch this video. Isn’t it clear the Republican-Church wants our nation to fail, wants to see our great cities to go down for the sake of country bumpkins who are bored out of their wits? What is this loon talking about? Who is her audience?

Stackpole worked as a laborer early in life to support himself and his mother following the death of his father in a lumber mill circular saw accident.[3] At sixteen, he came to San Francisco to study at the California School of Design beginning in 1903; he was influenced strongly by Arthur Frank Mathews, muralist and painter at the school. He met painter Helen Arnstein (later Helen Salz) while both were teenagers, and she became his first girlfriend. Arnstein, the daughter of wealthy Jewish art lovers and one year Stackpole’s senior, described him as “a remarkable draftsman” who painted and sketched constantly.[4] She was less impressed with his sense of color than with his precision in line. Stackpole polished his craft by working with artists at the Montgomery Block, playfully called “Monkey Block”, a bohemian hangout which included studios for painting and sculpture.

The Montgomery Block was San Francisco‘s first fireproof and earthquake resistant building, which came to be known as a Bohemian centre from the late 19th to the middle of the 20th century. It was located at 628 Montgomery Street, on the south-east corner of its intersection with Washington Street, today the location of the Transamerica Pyramid.

The four-story building was erected in 1853 by Henry Wager Halleck, later general in chief of the Union Army in the Civil War, in the “Barbary Coast” red-light district.[2] As locals endearingly refer to it, the Monkey Block was for a hundred years headquarters for many outstanding lawyers, financiers, writers, actors, and artists. Its tenants included artists and writers of all kind and it also hosted many illustrious visitors, among them Jack LondonGeorge SterlingLola MontezLotta CrabtreeGelett BurgessMaynard DixonFrank NorrisAmbrose BierceBret Harte, the Booths and Mark Twain. The site of Montgomery Block is now registered as a California Historical Landmark.[1]

In the 1860s Mark Twain met a San Francisco fireman named Tom Sawyer in the Montgomery Block sauna. It was home in 1911 to exiled Dr. Sun Yat-sen who, working with Wong Sam Ark, wrote the Chinese constitution that was later installed after the fall of the Qing Dynasty.

Lawrence Ferlinghetti mentioned “the classic old Montgomery Block building, the most famous literary and artistic structure in the West” in his 1998 inaugural speech as Poet Laureate of San Francisco.[2]

The Montgomery Block was demolished in 1959, even though a preservation movement had begun to emerge in San Francisco. It is remembered for its historic importance as a bohemian center of the city. The Montgomery Block was replaced by a parking lot and later, the Transamerica Pyramid.

Sculptor Ruth Cravath described the scene as she found it in the 1930s, “the Montgomery Block had four floors. The first floor was offices. Artists had nothing to do with that… The Montgomery Block was a beautiful building. It had these sculptured heads around the outside… There was a big, open court… It was very good light for working… Every studio had two windows and some of [the studios] had running water and some didn’t… We had a luxurious one. We had running water and…a little two-burner gas plate that we cooked on…”19

Its compactness was, in part, what galvanized this unique community of artists in contrast with the art scene in New York City. Artists in San Francisco were concentrated in an area of a few blocks and others lived in close proximity — living, working, eating, drinking and talking on a daily basis, both collaborating and influencing one another’s work. According to WPA artist Gertrude Goodrich who is still painting in New Jersey, during the 1930s and 1940s, most New York City artists lived in Greenwich Village lofts.20 WPA sculptor Milton Hebald, who lives and works near Los Angeles, described how other New Deal artists were spread out over the large metropolitan area of New York City, perhaps meeting weekly at the Artists’ Union.21

From 1935 to 1939, Dorothea Lange’s work for the RA and FSA brought the plight of the poor and forgotten – particularly sharecroppers, displaced farm families, and migrant workers – to public attention. Distributed free to newspapers across the country, her poignant images became icons of the era.

Lange’s best-known picture is titled “Migrant Mother.”[7] The woman in the photo is Florence Owens Thompson. The original photo featured Florence’s thumb and index finger on the tent pole, but the image was later retouched to hide Florence’s thumb. Her index finger was left untouched (lower right in photo).[citation needed]

Maynard Dixon (January 24, 1875 – November 11, 1946) was a 20th-century American artist whose body of work focused on the American West. He was married for a time to American photographer Dorothea Lange.

Dixon was born in Fresno, California, into a family of aristocratic Virginia Confederates who had found a new home there after the American Civil War. His mother, a well-educated daughter of a Navy officer from San Francisco, shared her love of classic literature with the young boy and encouraged him in his writing and drawing. Dixon later studied briefly with the tonalist painter Arthur Mathews at the California School of Design where he became close friends with Xavier Martinez and others of the Bohemian Club. To support himself he accepted numerous illustration jobs. Great illustrators were plentiful around the turn of the century, yet Dixon obtained work from the Overland Monthly and several San Francisco newspapers.

In 1900 Dixon visited Arizona and New Mexico. This was the start of his lifelong passion for roaming the West. The next year he accompanied artist Edward Borein on a horseback trip through several Western states. In California, he illustrated books and magazines with Western themes. Some of his most memorable work from these early years appeared in Clarence Mulford’s books about Hopalong Cassidy. For a time he lived in New York with his young wife and baby daughter Constance, but soon returned to the western United States where he said he could create “honest art of the west” instead of the romanticized versions he was being paid to create. Shortly after he began a new life in San Francisco, his first marriage ended.[citation needed]

Dixon continued to create simple but powerful compositions in which non-essential elements were distilled or eliminated. In 1946, Maynard died at his winter home in Tucson. In the spring of 1947, his widow Edith brought his ashes to Mount Carmel where she buried them on a high bluff above the art studio being built on the property. This had been at his request and she felt it a fitting tribute where friends could come to pay respects and view the land that he loved.

In addition to painting, he also wrote poetry. An article in the California Historical Quarterly describe his poetry as “very competent and sometimes superb”.[1]

Calafia is a fictional warrior caliphess who ruled over a kingdom of Black women living on the mythical Island of California. The character of Queen Calafia was created by Spanish writer Garci Rodríguez de Montalvo who first introduced her in his popular novel entitled Las sergas de Esplandián (The Adventures of Esplandián), written around 1500.[1]

In the novel, Calafia is a pagan who is convinced to raise an army of women warriors and sail away from California with a large flock of trained griffins so that she can join a Muslim battle against Christians who are defending Constantinople. In the siege, the griffins harm enemy and friendly forces, so they are withdrawn. Calafia and her ally Radiaro fight in single combat against the Christian leaders, a king and his son the knight Esplandián. Calafia is bested and taken prisoner, and she converts to Christianity. She marries a cousin of Esplandián and returns with her army to California for further adventures.[2]

The name of Calafia was likely formed from the Arabic word khalifa (religious state leader) which is known as caliph in English and califa in Spanish. Similarly, the name of Calafia’s monarchy, California, likely originated from the same root, fabricated by the author to remind the 16th-century Spanish reader of the reconquista, a centuries-long fight between Christians and Muslims which had recently concluded in Spain. The character of Calafia is used by Rodríguez de Montalvo to portray the superiority of chivalry in which the attractive virgin queen is conquered, converted to Christian beliefs and married off. The book was very popular for many decades—Hernán Cortés read it—and it was selected by author Miguel de Cervantes as the first of many popular and assumed harmful books to be burnt by characters in his famous novel Don Quixote.[2]

Dixon developed his style during this early period, and Western themes became a trademark for him. In San Francisco, Dixon was considered a colorful character with a good sense of humor.[citation needed] He often dressed like a cowboy and seemed determined to impart a Western style, most often in the form of a black Stetson, boots and a bolo tie.

In the book The Adventures of Esplandián, after many pages of battles and adventures, the story of Calafia is introduced as a curiosity, an interlude in the narrative.[4] Calafia is introduced as a regal black woman, courageous, strong of limb and large of person, full in the bloom of womanhood, the most beautiful of a long line of queens who ruled over the mythical realm of California. She is said to be “desirous of achieving great things”; she wanted to see the world and plunder a portion of it with superior fighting ability, using her army of women warriors. She commanded a fleet of ships with which she demanded tribute from surrounding lands, and she kept an aerial defense force of griffins, fabulous animals which were native to California, trained to kill any man they found.[5]

Calafia meets Radiaro, a Moslem warrior who convinces her that she should join him in retaking Constantinople from the Christian armies holding it. Calafia, in turn, convinces her people to take their ships, weapons, armor, riding beasts, and 500 griffins, and sail with her to Turkey to fight the Christians, though she has no concept of what it means to be Moslem or Christian.[5] Her subjects arm themselves with weapons and armor made of gold, as there is no other metal in California. They fill their ships with supplies and hasten to sea.[5]

Landing near Constantinople, Calafia meets with other Moslem warrior leaders who were unable to remove King Amadis and his Christian allies from the city, and she tells them all to hold back and watch her manner of combat—she says they will be amazed. The next morning, she and her women warriors mount their “fierce beasts” wearing gold armor “adorned with the most precious stones”, advancing to invest the city.[5] Calafia orders the griffins forward and they, hungry from the long sea voyage, fly out and maul the city’s defenders.[6] Sating their hunger, the griffins continue to snatch Christian men in their claws and carry them high in air only to drop them to their deaths. The city’s defenders cower and hide from the griffins. Seeing this, Calafia passes word to her Moslem allies that they are free to advance and take the city. The griffins, however, cannot tell Moslem from Christian; they can only tell man from woman. The griffins begin snatching Moslem soldiers and carrying them aloft, dropping and killing them. Calafia questions her pagan faith, saying, “O ye idols in whom I believe and worship, what is this which has happened as favorably to my enemies as to my friends?”[5] She orders her woman warriors to take the city’s battlements and they fight well, taking many injuries from arrows and quarrels piercing the soft gold metal of their armor. Calafia orders her allies forward to assist the Californians in battle, but the griffins pounce again, killing Moslem men. She directs the griffin trainers to call them off, and the griffins return to roost in the ships.[5]

Julie is a writer, producer and director, obsessed with movies that matter.

As a screenwriter, Julie has been commissioned and optioned several times.

Her biopic on the artist Rosamond was optioned by Oscar-winner Ron Schwary (Ordinary People).

Julie’s legal thriller, 27, placed second out of three thousand scripts in the IndieProducer Screenplay Contest. Julie and Vicki Light are producing.

Julie’s romantic thriller, Dark Desire, starring Kelly Lynch (Drugstore Cowboy) and Michael Nouri (Flashdance), was bought by LIFETIME and garnered excellent ratings.

Emmy-winner Armand Assante (Gotti) commissioned Julie to write a drama about Iraq veterans.

Julie A. Lynch made her directorial debut with this low-budget indie, an AIDS drama set in 1992 NYC, where three women — promiscuous artist Josie Ray (Christine Harnos),

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The Bucks of Oakland and Marin

The City if Belmont weakened the Buck battle against Bohemia. I found a small town founded by a Rosamond. Casey has been forgiven.

A House impeachment manager and intelligence subcommittee chairman filed a federal lawsuit Friday against former president Donald Trump, Donald Trump Jr., Rudolph W. Giuliani and Rep. Mo Brooks (R-Ala.), claiming they should be held liable for injuries and destruction caused by their incitement of the Jan. 6 mob assault on the Capitol.

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There was a tremendous legal battle over the Trust of Leonard and Beryl Buck. On one side you had team B that wanted to restrict funding to people and groups in Marin County. Team A wanted other groups in the Bay Area to enjoy the windfall. A relative of Leonard and Beryl, Robert Brevoort Buck, helped set up the Buck Trust. Robert’s Carmel law firm was appointed Executor of my late sister’s estate. Sydney Morris sold my families literary legacy to an outsider who hired a ghost writer to author one of the worst biographies ever written. ‘When You Close Your Eyes’ by Tom Snyder is as slanderous a working of fiction that was ever written. My famous sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, is depicted as a crazed drunk who is held solely responsible for the financial chaos her gallery and business experienced over…

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Battle For Buck’s Beverly Hills

The Great Battle of The Rich against the Poor Bohemian – is bigger than Belmont. I might sue to have my family history removed, or get a court order forbidding the to used my family names.

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Last night I google Black Lives Matter, and Beverly Hills that was co-founded by Frank Buck the Big Oil Spill and Timber Guy! This is Mr. Big Bucks…Daddy Warbucks…the model for Mr. Monopoly, and he was a Master Politician who exploited Mexican Labor. Robert Buck owns MILLION AIR that caters to rich white men who own Lear Jets! These are the kind of guys Trump backers – adore! That’s a 3 Percenter with a altered American flag. The battle for Beverly Hills – just got hotter! Look out! Here comes The Beverely Hillbillies….and The Orange Lodge! Yeehaw! Im’ with the real Good Ol Boys!

The law firm of Buck, Rose, Heisinger, and Morris sold our family story to outsiders who demonized my sister and mother – insulted and humiliated my kin – FOR BIG BUCKS! Tom Snyder and Vicki Presco said in their evil book we looted Rosamond’s estate after…

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Buck Battles Bohemia

The law firm of Robert Buck did battle with Bohemia. They favored Mark Presco. The City of Belmont will now team up with Buck to defeat me. But, I GOT THE BOOK AND MOVIE.

I GOT THE TV SERIES! What do I need them for? I will be a millionaire, and I will be able to afford an attorney. I will die putting the hurt on them for what they did to my sister and mother. I got five years to live. I will die – fighting! The poor little old guy against Big Daddy Greed Bucks. America loves this story!

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Robert Brevoort Buck vs. Shannon Rosamond

Posted on August 3, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press

For fifty years Hollywood made movies about a poor damsel in distress being bullied and taken advantage of, by a Evil Rich Man. For coming to the defense of my niece, Shannon Rosamond, I was BLACKLISTED, thrown off the lot.

Shannon is the my late sister’s eldest daughter. She took on the powerful Buck Empire, and lost. There exist no written account of her relationship with her mother and her family. Christine’s 276 autobiography, has been disappeared. This is how it goes when THE POOR take on THE RICH. A month after Christine is – out of the way – Shannon says this to me;

“Be careful Greg. My friends think my life is in danger. The first thing they are going to do is make you out to be insane!”

Christine is made out to be insane in Sydney Morris’s evil book of lies. A world famous woman artist, is guilty of “erratic behavior” too!  Their book is a HUGE FAILURE! Stand up and take a bow – Bob Buck! Now, they want to use Hollywood, co-founded by Frank Buck, to depict the three artists in my family, as cuckoo!

I knew Ken Kesey. I was with him on Further in the Eugene Parade. Nancy and I were childhood friends. Christine lived with us in a famous commune. Ken’s fictional novels ‘Sometimes a Great Notion, and ‘One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest’ has come true! I suggest Robert Brevoort Buck enter into arbitration with me – and my Mad&Merry Women&Men! All we want, is……….The Promised Land!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2017

“Because petitioner has a history of erratic behavior.” 

“and efforts continue to negotiate movie rights to the inventory”

Robert B. Buck, President and Principal Owner

Bob Buck is the President and principal owner of Del Monte Aviation. Mr. Buck acquired and redeveloped Monterey’s fifty year old Del Monte Aviation in early 1996, using his more than five thousand pilot hours as a guide. Mr. Buck’s development of Del Monte Aviation followed many years of activity in real estate development, agribusiness and oil production. He is a founding partner of the Carmel law firm of Heisinger, Buck and Morris. Mr. Buck is active in charitable endeavors, now serving as Vice Chairman of the Buck Institute in Marin County, California, a medical research facility specializing in the problems of aging. He was the founding president of the Frank and Eva Buck Foundation, which grants college scholarships in Northern California and has been on the Board of the Jeffers Tor House Foundation in Carmel for many years.

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Bay Roots of Bohemia

It looks like the City of Belmont chose to sit this cultural warfare out, and hope it blows over. They really don’t want to be a part of history. They want to remain a White Enclave of The Privileged Class. Just give them money and prestige. No Bohunks – please1

Congress shut down due to threats from QAnon. The National Guard has been asked to stay for several more months to protect the Capitol. Those freaks are not Bohemians, Beats, or Hippies. They are tailor-made Republican Trumpism – GOONS! Note the similar body hair on Sean and Jacob. Uncanny!

“A House impeachment manager and intelligence subcommittee chairman filed a federal lawsuit Friday against former president Donald Trump, Donald Trump Jr., Rudolph W. Giuliani and Rep. Mo Brooks (R-Ala.), claiming they should be held liable for injuries and destruction caused by their incitement of the Jan. 6 mob assault on the Capitol.”

Rep. Eric Swalwell sues Trump over Jan. 6 riot, alleging he poses risk of ‘inciting future political violence’ (

In my letter to Ed Ray I show the transition from the Manifest Destiny of Senator Thomas Hart Benton, and Washington Irving – paid for by John Astor – to the liberal, socialist, progressive, politics, and cultural Bohemian vision of Jessie Benton and her husband , John Fremont – who are my kin! This fact is deliberately ignored so that I will fall into the ranks of Bohemian Writers and Scholars – looking for a hand out. Ed Ray got to where he is by climbing the Ladders of Academia whose voice was not heard as Trump destroyed the Save The Earth Movement began by John Muir, a good friend of Jessie. In it’s place we see the very highly specialized movement of nonwhites to be given special treatment that has long been denied them. Down with all white supremacy! This gave rise to BLM and Afta, that the Republican’s Party – co-founded by the Fremonts – blame for the Riot and Attack on our nation’s Capitol by Insurrectionists.

The news at the moment, is appalling, because it swirls around the major theme of my posts on Royal Rosamond Press ‘A Newspaper For The Arts’ because the survival of all White Identity has fallen upon the History of the Bohemians – not Christians, or Christianity – that is throwing their traditional crucifix upon the alter of QAnon, which resemble the religion of the Moabites, which resembles the movie ZARDOZ.

“Kill the Tabernacle!”

I got inside the Belmont vortex via The Giant Head.We have entered the Age of Zardoz. White Bohemianism might be dead with the passing of Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Play last three videos at the same time.

Here are members of the Bohemian Club spreading the ashes of Joaquin Miller near where my kin had a picnic. I ceremoniously toss the ashes of Ferlinghetti on the blue flames of Bohemian Immortality.

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Praise Be To Zardoz!

Posted on August 12, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press

Zardoz came to the Wayne Morse Free Speech Square. I saluted a fellow Wizard of Oz.

Come back………when you know something!

Play half the Shofar video, then hit the drum circle video. Halfway into that, play Shofar, and at end of drumming. The New Jubilee Week will end on Friday, and sundown.

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Historical Essay

by Nancy J. Peters


A map of “Bohemia” from 1896.

On The Bohemian Club

The idea of bohemia caught the imaginations of writers in early San Francisco with Henri Murger’s Scénes de la Vie Bohéme (1844), which depicted life in the Latin Quarter of Paris, where artists had been renouncing their bourgeois origins since the revolution of 1830 to live for love and a more egalitarian society. It was thought that Bohemia was the country of origin of Gypsies, who were regarded as an ideal nomadic community that flourished outside the constraints of established society.

Murger’s book enjoyed immediate popularity, and by the 1860s word of it had reached San Francisco writers. In those days San Francisco was a rapacious society that offered boundless opportunities for the savage exploitation of man and nature. There was certainly no literary canon; and literary expression took the form of exaggeration, hoaxes, and the kind of boisterous humor that reached its high point in Mark Twain‘s mining novel Roughing It. Many writers were manual laborers, shopkeepers, housewives, and transients; and the realistic narratives of pioneers and miners who survived the hazards of emigration and settlement were often so harrowing that they surpassed the wildest fiction.

The city’s earliest literature, then, was both democratic and anarchic; at the same time, the lawlessness of the city seemed to elicit from some of its poets a nostalgia for classical literary forms and an imagined lost civility of remote times and places, so that a vaguely Apollonian standard of order and proportion coexisted anachronistically with violent and macabre stories and homespun accounts of daily life. Literary carpetbaggers from the East Coast occasionally tried their hand at taming the literary frontier, but most left town in defeat, proclaiming the city illiterate, chauvinistic, and pretentious. Although class society in San Francisco bore little resemblance to that of Paris, the city’s writers were not blind to the obvious attractions of la vie bohéme, and they reveled the nights away in Montgomery Street bars and restaurants. The popular press was full of references to bohemians. Before he struck it rich with his sentimental gold-field fables, Bret Harte used the pseudonym “The Bohemian” and even wrote a column of whimsical vignettes in The Golden Era called “The Bohemian Feuilleton”. Although women intellectuals and writers such as poet and actress Ada Isaacs Mencken and journalist Ada Clare, who had been friends of Walt Whitman, found San Francisco appallingly provincial, they welcomed the sexual and social freedom the frontier town’s literary scene offered.


Bret Harte

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Another, later, bohemian community developed in the 1880s and 1890s around the intersections of Pacific, Washington, Jackson, and Montgomery Streets, where food was cheap and low-rent artist’s studios were abundant. When the Montgomery Block building (at Montgomery and Columbus), which in the 1850s had been the center of business, banking, and mining speculation, emptied out as the commercial center moved south, artists and writers moved in. Over the years, more than 2,000 of them are reputed to have had spaces there, making the loss of this historic building in 1959 a black episode in the city’s cultural history. (The Transamerica Corporation Pyramid now occupies the site.) Some of the notable writers and artists who lived in the Monkey Block were Ambrose Bierce, Joaquin MillerGeorge SterlingJack LondonSadakichi Hartman, Frank Norris, Yone Noguchi, Margaret Anderson, and Kenneth Rexroth. Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera lived there while Rivera was painting the allegory of California’s riches on the ceiling of the California Stock Exchange (now a tiny private luncheon club).

— Nancy J. Peters, excerpted from “The Beat Generation and San Francisco’s Culture of Dissent” in Reclaiming San Francisco: History, Politics, Culture (San Francisco: City Lights Books)

My Letter to Ed Ray

Posted on May 28, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press

To Ed Ray: President of Oregon State

Several months ago I began my response to you about giving a new name to Benton Hall that was named after my kin, Senator Thomas Hart Benton. My sister was a world famous artist that married Garth Benton. The artwork of Christine Rosamond Benton is found all over the world. As fate would have it, the beautiful images of Rosamond are very similar to the beautiful women Philip Boileau rendered. Philip is the son of Susan Benton, who held a salon in Paris, while her sister, Jessie, held one in San Francisco.  Jessie wrote the journals of her husband’s mapping of the Oregon Territory.

John Fremont ‘The Pathfinder’ was the first to emancipate slaves. Fremont and his father-in-law, Senator Benton, may have been behind the Bear Flag rebellion, because the British were prepared to deport tens of thousand of Catholics in Ireland to the San Juaquin Valley, where they would secure a new colony with the help of the Emperor of Mexico and his bride, Carlotta, who was a cousin of Queen Victoria. Then, there was the threat of an French invasion of California by the Emperor of France. There was a world war brewing for the Oregon Territory.

It had been a year since I took a DNA test. I am kin to Robert E. Lee, Robert and John Wilson, the founder of Harvard who was the Puritan Leader of the Massachusetts Bay Colony.  John presided over the trial of Anne Hutchinson. My great-grandfather is found in Hawthorne’s ‘The Scarlet Letter’. My cousin is Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, whose son married a Getty, and thus is kin to the author, Ian Fleming.

Wow! Let me pause and take a deep breath! Did you ever wonder if Senator Benton had any relatives before you and your team of History Anarchists, dragged him out of Benton Hall, and put him in your flimsy pillory, that my Puritan ancestors would mock? There is a saying in AA……….”Half measures availed us not!”

Indeed, your contraption, your juggernaut is a balsawood affair, that now crumbles under the weight of – REAL HISTORY – that can not be, judged, nor deterred, down some dirty back alley near your campus in order to please the take-out orders of half-baked Anarchists, like the ones who came after me! See my letter to the Eugene City Council about the tyranny of the Anarchist Witches to silence me, and destroy the reputation of my newspaper. Royal Rosamond Press. I am crushing them with my juggernaut, my learned rhetoric that is in my DNA!

I assure you I am not a violent man. Senator Thomas Hart Benton was involved in several duels, one with Andrew Jackson. Benton wrote an essay ‘In Defense of Dueling. What you and your history panel do not mention, is, the white man has long made sure they are well armed, and own superior fire power so they can go conquer other peoples and other lands. Why didn’t you point this out in your revisionist history and come out in favor of gun control, which might have got you the applause of most of the student body? Do you think they care about that tinker-toy display you put in Benton Hall – that they will never read?

Putting an end to Gun Violence, and ending Homelessness, should be the united goal of every university. This is what the children of the future want. If you need a good reason to remove the Benton name, post some quotes from this manifesto. Perhaps white men were not driven by hatred of other races, but by – love of Violence!

As an original Hippie, I faced club wielding police on horseback charging into peaceful demonstrators. Why didn’t your crack team of experts give their judgement on the Vietnam War? Instead, you went after a man who you though, had no family. How cowardly. Being seen as a coward, is huge! I saw brave women take on the National Guard in Berkley, called in to protect a little patch of land called ‘People’s Park’.

Benton looked to a merger of the white and yellow race. My generation was never given a plan for being in Vietnam. Where were our college historians and presidents explaining it to us? Now we are in a trade war? Perhaps the problem is not that we have had enough of Benton, but, we have not had enough! Roll on Columbia! Of course he has to sell it to his people, who don’t want equals, nor do they want to be seen as inferiors. This is one of the greatest politicians in American History. Benton knew the people – had a choice! He knew there were really bad choices out there.

The sun of civilization must shine across the sea; socially and commercially the van of the Caucasians, and the rear of the Mongolians, must intermix. They must talk together, and trade together, and marry together. . . . Moral and intellectual superiority will do the rest; the White race will take the ascendant, elevating what is susceptible of improvement-wearing out what is not. . . . And thus the youngest people, and the newest land, will become the reviver and the regenerator of the oldest . . . .

It is in this point of view, and as acting upon the social, political, and religious condition of Asia, and giving a new point of departure to her ancient civilization, that I look upon the settlement of the Columbia river by the van of the Caucasian race as the most momentous human event in the history of man since his dispersion over the face of the earth.”

Wow! Is Benton rooting for Oregon! He’s wearing all the colors; the green, the black, the yellow, and the orange! But, he’s terribly flawed! He is a racist by definition. Imagine if there were people who came to Oregon, saw the Native Americans, and, headed back to where they came from. Are these Ed’s people? No. Ed’s people would have gone South, kidnapped slaves, brought them to Oregon, and then committed Hari Kari because they didn’t trust their cruel instincts. To codify this Fantasy Trip, the name of Benton is removed from two college buildings.  This resembles a Star Trek episode.

I happen to know where Ray’s folks come from – Switzerland! They are kin to the Rougemonts who may be the source of the Rosamond name. Ed went on the attack! He aggressively attacked my dead kinfolk. Ed is white! Ed has gone to the top! He stuck a flag in the heart of Benton, which so far, is his claim to fame! You see, this is how white people are. Not being ambitions, is the unspoken white sin. Ed, tossed the agitators a bone. The Leg Bone of Benton………….that will got down in infamy!

“Go round, Lawrence!”

“Take no prisoners!”

Ed, all people want to feel safe walking on campus and in our downtowns. We are not looking for a duel, yet, the Wild West is much wilder, and more lives have been lost – than in a gunfight. Schoolchildren are taught to fight back – with bare fists! Where do we the people begin to look for solutions, if not in our hallowed halls of learning. Why did my ancestors found Harvard?

“With some 17,000 Puritans migrating to New England by 1636, Harvard was founded in anticipation of the need for training clergy for the new commonwealth, a “church in the wilderness”. Harvard was established in 1636 by vote of the Great and General Court of the Massachusetts Bay Colony.”

“Certainly it is deplorable to see a young man, the hope of his father and mother–a ripe man, the head of a family–an eminent man necessary to his country–struck down in a duel; and should be prevented if possible.  Still this deplorable practice is not so bad as the bowie knife and the revolver, and their pretext of self-defense–thirsting for blood”

Prepare to be boarded! I have recently found proof one of my great grandfather was Captain of the U.S.S. Constitution. Isaac Hull was not supposed to have have any children, but, my grandfather in one of his books, said there was a Rose. I am a descendant of the Webb family, the only family where through one can claim a blood tie to Shakespeare.

Now, I will let go a withering  salvo! What are you and your university doing about the homeless that were camped down by the river, like Native Americans, and runaway slaves? These people who are living in the present, and are disenfranchised, like the peoples you and your gaggle of historians – Championed! Your defacing of my family history did not come to the aid of the dead, because – they are dead! However, these poor homeless people wait patiently for someone of your caliber to come along and champion – their cause – and give them hope for a better life!


(Benton sent the Scotch-Irish people west to secure the Oregon Territory from the British who they had fought in Ireland. Benton’s wife was Scotch-Irish, and she was ‘The South’.)

I highly suggest you launch a study of the homeless. Awaken your sleeping puppies, that happy litter of historians, and get to work on searching the annals of history for a solution. The first thing I would do, is look for a way to give every homeless person in America, a Honorary Certificate of Citizenship. It is your claim that white men have something wicked in their DNA that bid them to conquer lands and people, not to make money, but, just because they are mean. Many of the homeless, are white. Why is that? Could it be white families are not as tribal, and thus, they throw away their kin who are not affluent, and as ambitious? Senator Benton is the author of Manifest Destiny.

There is much evidence black slaves and Native Americans are victims of a Manifest Colonial Economy, and, it has nothing to do with innately evil DNA. Therefore, you and your University, are in a position to solve the problems – of the living! Why not give it a try. The Historic Puppy Volley at the evils of the past, was like fleas jumping on a walking dog. They became part of the problem! They give the illusion they have solved the Benton Problem. Then, your historians went to lunch, ate at a banquet, while the hungry that gathered at your river, ate the grass, and dined on total despair!

“Please, Sir, can we have some of your sanctified and sterilized history?”

I have just begun to fight, sir. I challenge you and your puppies to an intellectual dual. Let me fire the first shot by informing you I put forth a proposal to rename one of our streets after Harry Lane, the son of Joseph Lane, the most hateful, racist, who murdered Native Americans – and betrayed his country! You and you bloodhounds – missed Joseph! Lane county is named after this Traitor…….who just so happens to be kin to Senator Benton.

You see, we are a Biblical People, and in the stories of the tribal people therein, lie the opportunity for the Children of God, to repent, and change their evil ways! Harry Lane is just the opposite of his father. Did he make a real effort – not to resemble him?

You keep coming back to this post Mr. Ray, hear, for I will keep feeding it, fattening it up. One day, it will come walking onto your campus, looking just like the Stay-puff Marshmallow Man. You knew. You all knew, your were messen with something you shouldn’t be messen with. But, you went and messed with it anyway. You just couldn’t leave one well enough alone! How many white folks were on your history team that took over my family history, with no care if there was some real family tradition – attached! You, just, took! Took! Took!

John Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press

Oregon’s Homeless Numbers Worsening

Last night I read the draft of the letter I am authoring to Ed Ray, President of Oregon State, to my good neighbor. I told her I am all alone with it, and am at the crossroads. Shall I give up, or, go forth.

“As I read, imagine you are on a train watching a man deep in thought as he writes. That man, is Abe Lincoln. This is a historic document.”

This letter leaves off with my mention of Columbia College. I went and did some more research and discovered it was burned down – twice!

John Presco

When I discovered I was kin to Senator Thomas Hart Benton, I exclaimed. this does not look good. Then I realized Benton shaped and dictated the course of American History. What would the United States look like if he did not exist, and thus there was room for benevolent and merciful outcomes.

My late sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, married Garth Benton. They were both famous artists and friends of the Getty family who are my kin via Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, whose son, Christopher Wilding, married Aileen Getty. This puts me in the family tree of the artist, Augustus John, and the writer, Ian Fleming. This is just the tip of the iceberg. It is alleged my kin, Carrie Fisher, authored a screenplay about Christine, who drowned in 1994. There is another screenplay titled ‘Before The Wave’. There are two biographies about our star and her family. One of them is the worst biography ever written. Garth and Christine had a daughter, Drew Benton, who is also an artist. Garth is the cousin of the famous muralist, Thomas Hart Benton.

Your Gang of Six forgot to see if there was a living Benton Family Biographer – and genealogist! Genealogy is the number one hobby in the world. Did they hear from any members of the Benton family? Good history writing, looks at the outcome. You do not go into much detail how your anointed ones are going to benefit by crucifying Benton. Your study and report, is incomplete. Convicting anyone of crimes without the input of an advocate is a SIN! We are a Nation of Law, built by men who owned Law Degrees. Women did not own law degrees, or own the right to vote until 1920.

Thomas Hart Benton was John Astor’s attorney. His father was a partner of John Hart and Daniel Boone in the Transylvania Company. Astor was the riches man in the world. Money talks. Money conquered – all! Why don’t you hang all the Capitalist from your yardarm? Why don’t you hand out Free Land to Blacks, Native Americans – and Women!  Better late than never! Put your land where your mouth is.

Women didn’t get any free land. Why? You and your Tribunal make it out that men came to America to practice their innate racism, and psychotic feelings of being superior. The Sephardic Jews came to the Americas to make money in the Indigo trade. They owned slaves. Some can trace their lineage to King David. They would do almost anything to make sure their TRIBAL people survived – the Royal Papal Purge. Money was power. They made sure their black slaves in the Caribbean and South America, never got near a gun. Some, became pirates. I was given some “Jew’s Land” in South Carolina by a Sephardic Jew who came across my history on the web.

“You know more about my family, than I do. Yes. We were scoundrels!”

But for being terribly honest about his intentions, Thomas Hart Benton is the anti-thesis of my liberal Hippie ideals, and thus I was given a unique opportunity to do good works by dipping my brush in the Pallet of Hell, the bloody colors of racism, that I embraced when I was young due to how my parents raised me. The ideal belief that Jesus died on the cross for our sins, took on a very real earthly meaning. I was no longer on the sideline, but, in the parade. There exist a ticket to heaven, and a ticket to hell. We are given a choice, to go, and sin no more. Here is the root of Judaism. There was an Exodus, and, the Laws of Moses, which teaches how the Children of God can miss the mark. And, here come the solution

In your report that a gathering of scholars compiled, there is no mention of the influence of ‘The Church’ on our Founding Fathers and Trailblazers. It is alleged at the meeting of the second Congress, some suggested a Man of God be consulted. Signer John Witherspoon, was commisoned by mortal men to give his astute un-earthly opinion. John is the Founder of Princeton University and the Presbytuian Church in America. He owned slaves.  I was fell in love with, and lived with his direct descednat. I rescued her from witches in Boston where I, and a group of radical blacks, took the Mafia to court, and won. I survived an attempt to take my life. I was introduced to the Mayor. We shook hands.

“It took guts to stand up to those people.” White said to me. I was transformed.

According to my grandfather, the writer, Royal Rosamond, I am a descdnant of Commador Isaac Hull, who captainted the U.S.S. Constitution and U.S.S. in Americas war with the Caliphate who took our Merchant Sailor in the Mediteriania, as his slaves. Your collection of scholars could help me prove Isaac had children. There are clues we are not looking at a family myth.

Captian Rosamond and his brother James fought the British alongside the Swamp Fox in South Caroalina. These Patriot owned slaves. They fought the Cherokees. A distant relative was taken by Indians. I have seen Wills that gave slaves to the Sons and Daughters of the American Revolution. Marion County is named after Francis. He was a slave owner and a Indian Killer. He killed Redcoats. He helped take King Georges vast land away from him.

I am kin to the Wilsons who were Puritan reverends. They gave sermons about God giving them a new land. The Sephardic Jew, Francis Salvador, was also a Patriot who killed Cherokees. He is the Father of Reformed Judaism. He built the first synagogue in Charleston. He was elected to Congress. He was killed and scalped by the Cherokees.

My kindred, Brigadeie General Thomas Hart Benton, was the Grandmaster of Iowa. During the Civil War he saved Alber Pike’s Masonic library. I suspect there were many Freemasons in Benton County, and this is why they named it after Benton. I have yet to find proof he was a Mason. How about your team?

Oregon State University President Ed Ray announced Monday that he has decided to rename Avery Lodge and Benton Hall on the Corvallis campus on grounds that their namesakes had historical links to racist beliefs.

Ray also announced that he will not change the names of Arnold Dining Center or Gill Coliseum, two other buildings that were under consideration.

The announcements follow a months-long process by the university of gathering historical evidence about the four namesakes of the buildings and hundreds of public comments.

“The preponderance of evidence gathered by the scholars’ report and this naming review process — and shared by other historians in the past — indicates that Joseph C. Avery’s views and political engagement in the 1850s to advance slavery in Oregon are inconsistent with Oregon State’s values,” Ray wrote in a message to the OSU community announcing the change.

Ray also said in his message that Benton Hall and its annex should be renamed to make it more clear they are named for the community in Benton County, which funded the construction of the building, rather than the Missouri senator, Thomas Hart Benton, for whom the county is named. Benton advocated for the westward expansion of white people at the expense of Native Americans.

“The current name of the building does not make this distinction clear. It is my judgment that the name of Benton Hall should be changed to a name that honors the contributions of community and county residents who believed in and invested in higher education early on.”

Ray also said Benjamin Lee Arnold, the namesake of Arnold Dining Center, may have been raised in a slave-owning family and served in the Confederate army, but there was not sufficient evidence to rename the building.

“It is not clear whether Arnold privately or publicly held or espoused discriminatory views, however, his contributions to the institution are evident and notable. As president, the college grew and women students and faculty were welcomed, nearly a century before Ivy League schools enrolled women. The college admitted and graduated its first Native American students during this time, as well. … It is my judgment that the preponderance of evidence supports retaining the name of Arnold Dining Center.”

Ray also noted that despite allegations basketball coach Amory “Slats” Gill, Gill Coliseum’s namesake, refused to integrate his team, the historical reports actually found evidence he had tried to recruit black players.

“I find that the scholars’ report and naming review process offers no evidence that Gill deliberately sought to keep the Oregon State men’s basketball team from becoming integrated. I also find no evidence that he held or expressed discriminatory views about African-Americans.”

Ray wrote in his message that the next steps will be during winter term when the Architectural Naming Committee will begin working with the OSU community to generate potential names for Benton Hall, the Benton Annex, which currently houses the university’s Women’s Center, and Avery Lodge.

Reactions on social media included people supportive of the changes and those who accused OSU of trying to erase history.

Cindy Filonczuk, who said she graduated from OSU in 1973, told the Gazette-Times she had classes in Benton Hall and was upset to hear it would be renamed.

“I’m outraged as to why the president of the university has the right to change the names of the buildings on campus. When I walked into Benton Hall years ago I never was bothered by the name nor ever looked into the name and thought it racist! Are we going to change it again in 100 years because of something or someone else decides the name is wrong for whatever reason?”

Andrea Haverkamp, an OSU graduate student who participated in the meeting on potentially renaming Arnold, said she thought all of the buildings should have been renamed.

“The decision not to rename Arnold Dining Center is intellectually weak and entirely unacceptable. Arnold studied slave economics. Arnold fought for the despicable Confederate Army and was willing to die to defend the enslavement of black people. He moved to Oregon after the war ended, to the only state which did not allow black people to live (inside the state). Any person can connect the dots and see what this name and what this man represent,” Haverkamp said.

Haverkamp added that she didn’t think the decision should have been made by Ray alone.

The Weaponized Donation

Posted on May 28, 2019by Royal Rosamond Press

Dear Mayor and members of the City Council of Eugene

I have made a call to the FBI three times in regards to the threats I received from Alley Valkyrie and John Monroe who made up the board of Nightingale who I discovered three days ago received $400,000 dollars from an anonymous donor. In an article in the Eugene Weekly, this donor weaponized his gift. It is a vile Trojan Horse that I believe is the source of threats I received after meeting a member of SLEEPS in Ken Kesey Square. Belle Burch was surrounded by ex-residents of Whoville, that Jon Ruiz just evicted, and whose office was raided by members of SLEEPS and OCCUPY – who morphed into Nightingale! Twelve people were arrested. Councilperson Emily Semple tried to get arrested, but there was not enough room at the jail. John Monroe, Belle Burch, and Ambrose Holthem-Keathly were arrested. Emily Semple was on the board of nightingale.

Several days ago I made a Hate Crime report to the Department of Justice. My neighbor shared Alley Valkyries hateful WANTED poster of me with several of my neighbors who gathered outside my door. One neighbor got on her cellphone and called her boyfriend up, saying he would come beat me up. He came over and said I was a lunatic and needed to be locked up. I didn’t even know his name. I told him and the others I called the police. Ten days ago I made a report to the FBI.

I am asking the City of Eugene to launch an investigation of these matters that has endangered my life, and infringed upon my Civil Rights and Liberties. I own a registered newspaper in Lane County. Several months ago I handed the Mayor of Springfield a proposal to change the name of Franklin Blvd. to Harry Lane, the son of Joseph Lane, who was on the Pro-Slavery ticket with John Breckenridge – who fought for the Confederacy. Harry is the opposite of his father.

Several months ago the Ed Ray, the President of Oregon State, gave a new name to a hall named after my kindred, Senator Thomas Hart Benton, after a group of histrorians held a tribunal that did not include any of Benton’s kindred. My sister was a world famous artist who married into the Benton family – who founded the State of Oregon. Harry Lane and the Bentons are kin to the famous Hart family.

Because Councilperson Emily is now a part of my families political history, I highly suggest she go to the FBI, and the Department of Justice, and tell them all she knows about how her compatriots violated my Civil Rights and conducted Hate Crimes against me. I suggest attorney Mary Broadhurst join this elected official because she was witness to the hateful cyber-bullying of me on Alley Valkyrie’s facebook.

I now suspect Belle Burch and members of SLEEPS suspected I was the “anonymous donor”. When they found out I was not, and after they read my questioning as to whether SLEEPS was collecting donation in a proper manner, Ms. Valkyrie and others came at me with a viciousness never seen in the annals of POLITICAL ATTACKS! I suspect SLEEPS and Nightingale was considering running a candidate for office after they invaded Jon Ruiz’s office. The IRS needs to look at these matters, because it is possible this anonymous donor contributed to Emily Semple’s campaign. Vickie Nelson should also be questioned.

After a thorough investigation is done, I suggest the City of Eugene adopt a measure that will allow them to oversee all donations made to the homeless. The citizens of Eugene should be told how to properly donate to these people who suffer. There should be a monthly televised news conference, because – WE CARE! We are a Christian Society. No contribution should hold more weight than another. We are members of a Democracy who agreed to pool our resources for the benefit of all. You are paid to be fair!

I was going to go over this WEAPONIZED DONATION and point out how the donor names targets, but this is your job. This is an enemies list. What is more vile, is he/she set up competition between homeless help groups who might believe – another $400,000 dollars might be given out!  So, they might be doing a special song and dance for BIG BROTHER who might have orchestrated the attacks on me, because, he/she wants to feel good about the HISTORY of his/her good work, and, even make his/her identity know, depending on the press he/she gets. This, invisible overseer has captured what belongs to all of us – CHARITY!

My newspaper, Royal Rosamond Press was named after my grandfather I am authoring my autobiography titled ‘Capturing Beauty’. The Eugene City Government get to author history. I will have the last word. I will never allow thugs to dictate to me about what I write and publish. Never!

John Presco

May 28, 2019

“The donor remains anonymous to keep the focus on the issue not the donor, and to avoid criticism from a business community where some might shame the donation: “Developers don’t want the parents of university students to see all these homeless people. It decreases the property value. They have a lot to gain from sweeping them under the rug.”

Oregon State University President Ed Ray announced Monday new names for three campus buildings after deciding the previous namesakes had racist legacies.

“The names of buildings and places play a very important role in our university.” Ray said. “They speak to the history of OSU, the university’s values and mission, and our efforts to create an inclusive community for all. Names also recognize and honor the positive contributions of those associated with the university.”émont

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Kit Carson Pulp Fiction Master


I am now investigating the theory that Ludwig Wettgenstein is dictating some of my novels to me, if not all. I believe he found and entered the ZARDOZ ZONE that writers discovered in the sixteenth century. For a month I have trying to read this article on Ludwig, but when I read about his experiences at Guy’s Hospital, I am reading about how Ken Kesey worked at a mental hospital that influenced his Cuckoo’s Nest Pulp Fiction. Yes – that’s what it is! This famous book could have appeared in Stag Magazine in 1959, but for the fact Ken was led to the entrance of the Vortex Maze by The Guild I identify as The Poker Club in my Bond novel ‘The Royal Janitor’. Victoria and Miriam are agents for BAD. On the February 25th. they came in contact with agents of BHS who are extremely lethal, because I finally get it. In the art work above, we are seeing one writer trying to be killed off by a group of writers disguised as fierce savages out for scalps. This is the ongoing Battle of the Scribes, a Holy War between two alleged brothers, Aaron and Moses. But, if you closely you see they have two different religions. God makes two sets of tablets, after the first gets smashed by Aaron, in revenge for Moses melting down his golden calf and making wedding rings to marry the children to the – One God. 

I haven’t read Ludwig like normal people do. I use the Krell-Id method that allows me to see what the Monsters of the Id are up to. This is what Ludwig was doing from a place that was made for the Muses that are Time Travelers. They have to be, because they are agents for The Gods, who are immortals. What they work with is The Net of Coincidence discovered by William Anton Wilson. Washington Irving was a Futurian. He was employed by John Astor, who hired Henry Brevoort. Kit Carson was hired by John Fremont and his father-in-law Senator Thomas Hart Benton who was a powerful Freemason. After my posts were not showing on the BHS,, I posted this – as a test! They allowed all my posts – for a little while – because they didn’t know what to do. They knew I had entered their vortex, and was on to them. 

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Spooky Noodles gave me a huge clue when he said no one in the Bible dies. Now I can say there were two competing groups of Scribes that were trying to get their stuff in God’s Book, and thus, they were killing off each other’s characters, their pieces on the chessboard. When I saw a video about Lawrence, I saw his bookstore filled with famous Beats reading PAPERBACK novels for free. Pulp Paperbacks was a new craze. But, it was the rebirth of the dime novel that made Kit rich. jessie Benton backed Bret Harte and other writers she has at her salon. What they are doing is seeing who is in the vortex and who is out, and how they are progressing the labyrinth. Jessie was a Freemason. The Benton’s are kin to the Bonaparte family. Stay tuned.

John Presco

This is pure Twilight Zone. I am going to have Chessman be a Futurian who puts himself in San Quinten so he can work on his book that will save Earth. Ludwig would love my book!

Here we go! I got a movie script for sale! This movie will unite the Bohemian World!

The Hypnotic Private Eye

A Movie Idea


Jon Presco

Copyrght 2016


A group of Freud’s disciples team up with a group of men’s magazine writers (known as The Lustful Eye), a couple of horror movie makers, the King of the Beatniks (who owns the Hungry 1) and Princess Marie Bonaparte, who claims she is the grandmother of Caryl Chessman. Together they hatch a scheme to alter the conciousness of the world, with the help of the Macumba Love Drug. They want to create a vortex of super creative people in the legendary Shangri-La that Carl’s father, Prince Peter, discovered in his visit to Tibet.  This is the scheme that Ken Kesey stumbled upon when he lived in the experimental community on Perry Lane in Menlo Park. There is powerful evidence Ken was put in a hypnotic trance he never got out of. The giant image of Kesey in Springfield holds the key that will unlock your mind! Study that bookcase! Long live the Grateful Dead of Macumba!

The famous detective, William Linhart, is left on the outskirts of this fantastic plot to alter humanity – for the good of all! For now, the right hand must not know what the left hand is doing. Bill was already working for Chessman, he gathering evidence that he is an innocent man.  There is a plan to have Caryl be one of the judges of the Beautiful Busty Babes contest being held on Macumba Island. The producers are tying to get permission from the warden to have June Wilkinson come sit next to Caryl on Death Row, and be Judge No.2. It will be the world’s first live-telecast!

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Davis was good at describing journeys into waste places: shacks in marshes near warehouses; snowstorms out West, weedy yards in isolated city manufacturing districts. Traveling in these environments usually results in comic physical indignities for his hero. The remote Mexican highlands of The Mouse in the Mountain, are one of the largest scale, and most successful, of such desolate regions in Davis. There is also the flash flood in the Mohave Desert at the finale of Sally’s in the Alley.

The Hypnotic Private Eye

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Caryl Chessman with Princess Marie Bonaparte (2 July 1882 – 21 September 1962) was a French author and psychoanalyst, closely linked with Sigmund Freud. Her wealth contributed to the popularity of psychoanalysis, and enabled Freud’s escape from Nazi Germany. Marie had two children. 

The scene is London; the year, 1941. Ludwig Wittgenstein, likely the greatest philosopher of the twentieth century, has taken a hiatus from his Cambridge professorship to do “war work” in a menial position at Guy’s Hospital. By the time he arrives there, in September, the worst of the Blitz is over, but there’s no way of knowing that—the bombing could begin again any night. Wittgenstein serves as a dispensary porter, meaning he pushes a big cart from ward to ward, delivering medicine to patients. He’s 52 years old, small and thin, not to say frail. He writes in a letter that sometimes after work he can “hardly move.”

To John Ryle, brother of Oxford philosopher Gilbert Ryle, Wittgenstein explains his reason for volunteering in London: “I feel I will die slowly if I stay there [in Cambridge]. I would rather take the chance of dying quickly.”

Wittgenstein’s time at Guy’s Hospital is an especially lonely period in a lonely life. Socially awkward in the extreme, he does not endear himself to his coworkers. Although it soon gets out, he initially hopes to conceal that he’s a professor in regular life, hating the prospect of being treated differently. But he is different. His attempts to hide in plain sight must strike everyone as yet another eccentricity.

Nevertheless, he makes at least one friend at the hospital, a fellow staffer named Roy Fouracre. After some time, Fouracre is permitted to visit Wittgenstein in his room, a rare privilege with the reclusive philosopher. Crossing the threshold into Wittgenstein’s private quarters, Fouracre must expect to find books everywhere, hefty, awe-inspiring tomes by Aristotle and Kant and the like. Nothing of the sort. The only reading material in evidence is “neat piles of detective magazines.”

Those magazines would have been American detective pulps, the kind that chronicled the adventures of Philip Marlowe, Mike Hammer, Sam Spade and other hardboiled heroes. During the last two decades of his life, Wittgenstein read such fiction compulsively. But what drew him to detective stories, and to American hardboiled ones in particular? How did a man engaged in a fundamental reform of philosophy—no less than an overhaul of how we think and talk about the world—develop such a passion for pulps?

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Books and dime novels (1847–1859)[edit]

Carson’s fame spread throughout the United States with government reports, dime novels, newspaper accounts, and word of mouth. The first accounts of Kit published for popular audiences were extracts from Fremont’s explorations reports as reprinted in period newspapers. Fremont’s journals appeared in the early 1840s, as modified by Jesse Benton Fremont into romantic accounts of the uncharted West.[56] Newspapers throughout the U. S. and England reprinted excerpts about wild tales of buffalo hunts, vast new landscapes, and indigenous peoples.[57][58] Kit’s heroics enlivened the pages. In June 1847, Jesse Benton Fremont helped Kit prepare a brief autobiography, the first, published as an interview in the Washington, D.C. Union, and reprinted by newspapers across the country.[59][60]

Charles E. Averill (1830-1852), ‘the youthful novelist,” published a magazine article for Holden’s Dollar Magazine, April 1848,[61] that he expanded into a novel advertised as Kit Carson, the Prince of the Gold Hunters; or the Adventures of the Sacramento; a Tale of the New Eldorado, Founded on Actual Facts, an even more fantastic tale exploiting Kit’s rising fame.[62] It arrived on bookstore shelves by May 1849, in time for the California Gold Rush demand for narratives (fictional or not) on the trail to California. Averill’s pioneers are in awe of Carson: “Kit Carson!…the famous hunter and adventurer of the Great West, the hardy explorer of the trackless wilderness…the prince of backwoodsmen” arrives to guide them. When later asked about the book, Kit Carson said “every statement made [by Averill] is false.”[63]

Similarly, Emerson Bennett (1822-1905), a prolific novelist of sensational romances, wrote an overland trail account where fictional Kit Carson joins a California bound wagon train. Arriving in bookstores in January 1849, his The Prairie Flower, or Adventures in the Far West exploited the Kit myth, and, like Averill, quickly followed with a sequel.[64] In each novel, the Westering immigrants are in awe of the famous Kit Carson. Both novelists sensationalized fictional Kit as “Indian fighter,” with gruesome trashy accounts as “red-skins” “bite the dust” (Averill, Gold Hunter). For example, of one victim, Averill wrote, “blood gushed in a copious stream from his nostrils”; while Bennett wrote “Kit Carson, like an embodied spirit of battle, thundered past me on his powerful charger, and bending forward in his saddle, with a motion quick as lightning itself, seized the scalp lock of my antagonist in one hand, and with the other completely severed his head from his body, which he bore triumphantly away” (Bennett, Prairie Flower, p. 64). The novelists’ gruesome, gory and sensationalized woolly West descriptions would keep readers turning the pages, and buying more bucket-of-blood fictional accounts of Carson, especially during the coming age of dime novels.[65][66]

Indian captive Mrs. Ann White[edit]

Kit Carson’s reaction to his depiction in these first novels is suggested by the account of events around the fate of Mrs. Ann White. In 1849, as he moved to civilian life at Taos and Rayado, Carson was asked to guide soldiers on the trail of Mrs. Ann White, her baby daughter, and “negro servant,” who had been captured by Jicarilla Apaches and Utes.[67] The commanding officer, Captain William Grier of the 1st Cavalry Regiment, ignored Carson’s advice about an immediate rescue attempt after catching the Jicarillas unaware, but after a shot was fired, the order was given to attack, and the Jicarillas had started to flee. As Carson describes it in his autobiography, “In about 200 yards, pursuing the Indians, the body of Mrs. White was found, perfectly warm, had not been killed more than five minutes – shot through the heart by an arrow…. I am certain that if the Indians had been charged immediately on our arrival she would have been saved.”[68] Her child and servant were taken away by the fleeing Jicarillas and killed shortly after the attack, according to a 1850 report by James S. Calhoun, the Superintendent of Indian Affairs in New Mexico.[69]

A soldier in the rescue party wrote: “Mrs. White was a frail, delicate, and very beautiful woman, but having undergone such usage as she suffered nothing but a wreck remained; it was literally covered with blows and scratches. Her countenance even after death indicated a hopeless creature. Over her corpse, we swore vengeance upon her persecutors.”

Carson discovered a fictional book, possibly by Averill, about himself in the Apache camp. He wrote in his Memoirs: “In camp was found a book, the first of the kind I had ever seen, in which I was made a great hero, slaying Indians by the hundreds, and I have often thought that Mrs. White would read the same, and knowing that I lived near, she would pray for my appearance and that she would be saved.”[70] The real Kit Carson met the fictional Kit Carson and is upset at his inability to have saved Mrs. White, has failed to live up to the growing myth. He was sorry for the rest of his life that he had not rescued Mrs. White; the dime-novel Kit would have saved her.[71]

Jessie Benton held a Salon at the Fremont home on Black Point. Hermnan Melville stayed with the Fremonts, and Bret Harte was a frequent guest. Three miles away in Belmont, William Ralston was entertaining Mark Twain in his Salon. You can see Jessie’s features in my niece, Drew Benton. How could the so called “Caretaker” of the Rosamond legacy miss all this important family history?

Jon Presco

Jesse Benton Fremont by Susan Saperstein She is thought to be the real author behind the successful writings of John C. Fremont (general, senator, presidential candidate, and the Pathfinder of the West) describing his explorations. Jesse Benton Fremont (1824– 1902), Fremont’s wife, was also the daughter of Missouri Senator Thomas Hart Benton, a leading advocate of Manifest Destiny, a political movement pushing expansion to the West. And in her event-filled life, some of her happiest times were at her house in San Francisco’s Black Point area, now known as Fort Mason. The Fremonts lived there between 1860 and 1861. The prop- erty included three sides of the point, and Jesse described it “like being on the bow of a ship.” They had a clear view of the Golden Gate, so named by John when he first viewed it in 1846. Alcatraz was so close that Jesse is said to have called the lighthouse on the island her nightlight.

The Spanish called the area Point San Jose and built a battery in 1797. However, cold winds and fog soon made the cannons useless. By the time the Mexicans were ruling in the 1820s, the area was known as Black Point for the dark vegetation on the land.

Their house was one of six on the point. Jesse remodeled the house and added roses, fuchsias, and walkways on the 13 acres. Their home became a salon for San Francisco intellectuals. Thomas Starr King, the newly appointed minister of the Unitarian church, was a fixture for dinner and tea. Young Bret Harte, whose writing Jesse admired, became a Sunday dinner regular, as did photographer Carleton Watkins. She invited literary celebrities when they came to townó including Herman Melville, who was trying to get over the failure of Moby Dick. Conversations in her salon led to early conservation efforts when Jesse and a group including Watkins, Starr King, Fredrick Law Olmsted, and Israel Ward Raymond lobbied Congress and President Lincoln to preserve Yosemite and Mariposa Big Trees. Jesse’s husband, however, often away on business ventures, was not a regular at her gatherings.

Jesse’s education was unusual for a woman of her time. She accompanied her father to the White House when he visited presidents and spent time at the Library of Congress while he was working in the Senate. In her childhood home she heard William Clark tell stories about his travels with Meriwether Lewis.

The sixteen-year-old Jesse met the handsome and dashing Fremont when he worked at the mapping wing of the United States Army, where her father spent time because of his interest in Western expansion. When her parents noticed Jesse’s interest, they forbade her to see Fremont. After the two eloped, her parents stopped speaking to her, but later reconciled. Thomas Hart Benton then pushed funding for Fremont’s 1842 trip to explore the Oregon Trail. On returning from Oregon, John Fremont was required to report his findings to Congress, but suffered writer’s block. As Jesse later recalled, “the horseback life, the sleep in the open air” made him “unfit for the indoor life of writing.” She offered to write as he dictated to her, and the report with its descriptions of the western lands was a success. Succeeding expedition reports made Fremont and his scout Kit Carson famous. People heading west for gold bought copies with their supplies. Historians are mixed on who was the actual writer. One, John W. Caughey, indicated that Fremont was one of those writers who “acquired by marriage a very attractive literary style.” During an 1846 expedition to California, Fremont found himself caught between conflicting orders of feuding Army General Stephen Kearny and Navy Commodore Robert Stockton. He declared himself military governor and was subsequently arrested and court-martialed. In a strange twist of fate, Fremont asked American Consul Thomas Larkin to purchase land in the San Jose area before he left California for his trial. Larkin instead purchased land in Mariposa, where a few years later gold was discovered, making the Fremonts very rich. When Fremont lost his trial, he left the Army and headed west on another expedition. Just as the discovery of gold was announced, Jesse traveled to California to meet him, using the Isthmus of Panama route. This was something very few women did–even fewer with only a six-year-old child, her daughter Lily, as a companion. Fremont tended his business at the mines in Mariposa, and the Fremonts lived in Monterey, Bear Valley, and San Francisco at periods between 1849 and 1861. Fremont bought the house at Black Point in 1860 for $42,000. When civil war seemed likely, the Fremont family returned east for John’s new Army appointment, which lasted only a few months. (He decreed his own emancipation proclamation in Missouri, which angered Lincoln.) He lost control of his mines, and after a number of other job attempts declared bankruptcy in the 1870s. Jesse supported the family with her writing. Fremont died during a trip to New York in 1890, and Jesse died twelve years later while living in Los Angeles. Black Point was taken by the military for defense during the Civil War, and the Fremont home was demolished. One of the original six houses is used today as the Fort Mason Officers Club. Jesse filed lawsuits for compensation for the property, but the government countered that the families living on the point were squatters and produced documentation from President Millard Fillmore reserving it for military use. After Jesse’s death, her daughter continued to file claims, but the family was never reimbursed. Some of the heirs of Black Point families, including the Fremont’s great-grandson, were still pursuing legal action in the 1960s. The area was renamed for Colonel Richard Masonóappointed military governor of California in 1847 when his predecessor, Stephen Kearny, went to Washington to testify against Fremont in his court-martial. Sources: Jesse Benton Fremont, American Woman of the 19th Century, Pamela Herr
Jesse Fremont at Black Point, Lois Rather The Age of Gold, H. W. Brands You can walk the area where the Fremonts and the other Black Point families lived following the Fort Mason walk described in Stairway Walks in San Francisco by Adah Bakalinsky. Historic photos reprinted with permission, SF History Center, SF Public Library Black Point with the Fremonts house on the far right. Today this is Fort Mason land, bordered by Aquatic

John C. Fremont and His Reports on the Oregon Trail

John C. Fremont Portrait


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Road to Missouri to Oregon

Map of the Oregon Trail created by John C. Fremont

The states of California, Oregon, Idaho, New Mexico, and Arizona would not be a part of the United States of America without the collaboration of John C. Fremont and Kit Carson. The books and mapping of the West and the creation of the Oregon Trail would not only lead to the American Government be able to understand the western part of the country better but, would give the ability for many people to travel across the country. More people would be able to settle in the West and would lead to a population rise in California and Oregon. Along with the country, neither man would have been able to rise in their popularity in America history without each other. John C. Fremont at most would have been a soldier getting lost in the wilderness and leading a failed expedition. Kit Carson without Fremont would have been an above average trapper in the West with little to no mention in any history book. Since they did meet, some say by fate, they became the most famous men in America before the Civil War.[1]

John C. Fremont was born in 1813 in Georgia and his young childhood was very similar to Carson’s in which his father also died and they both came from humble beginnings.[2] Contrary to Carson, Fremont gained formal education while growing up and eventually became a teacher by the age of twenty in the Navy. After quitting the Navy he became a first-rate topographer for the United States Government. Fremont would go on and explore the West lands and study the paths of other Pathfinders, such as Lewis and Clark, and carry on the pathfinder’s findings in the West.

First Expedition

Kit Carson after over eight years of being out in the West hunting and trapping decided to go back to his hometown in Missouri to visit his parents and any of his friends who were still there. Once he arrived at his old home he soon found his parents dead and his homestead forgotten and in ruins. He left to St. Louis and took a steamboat up the Missouri River. On this steamboat, he would meet John C. Fremont who was about to go on an expedition into the Rocky Mountains.[3] Carson was invited by Fremont to be his guide as Fremont was going to map out the Oregon Trail. Carson was shy and reserved but not awkward, he was a true gentleman, which was completely different from Fremont’s other guide and could have given Fremont reason to grow to like Carson more.[4]  The expedition occurred in 1842 and it would be the first of the three for the two men. The South Pass of the Oregon Trail in present-day Wyoming was the main purpose in the first exploration for Fremont. The group mapped out the guidebook, maps, and other information to be printed out for the travelers who would be on the trail. The mission took about five months to complete and Fremont was able to write reports on the trail which spurred more travelers to take the path. His reports also describe Kit Carson and brought the national spotlight on his guide. The information on much Carson knew about the land and how he was a knight-errant type who Fremont describe as one of the finest pictures of a horseman.[5]

Second Expedition

Kit Carson would guide Fremont’s second expedition from July 21, 1843, to July 4, 1844. This mission would map out the rest of the Oregon Trail from South Pass, Wyoming to the Columbia River in Oregon. They also took a trip to Salt Lake City, Utah and pushed onto California and the Sierras Nevada Mountains. Once the group had made it to California the group was very low on food and were suffering considerably, Carson went on past the group and found other travelers in the region who were able to help support the supplies for the group. The mountaineering skills of Carson saved the group by his ability to track down supplies for the suffering group, in Fremont’s reports he describes the skills of Carson and how he saved the group with his abilities as a guide.[6] As the group moved from Southern California, Carson was about to become even more famous in America. In the Mojave Desert, they ran into a Mexican man and a young boy who been ambushed by Native Americans who killed many of the men travelers, killed and mutilated. They also had stolen about thirty horses from the group. Carson and his fellow mountain man Alexis Godey decided to track down the Natives who attacked this group. The two men were able to track down the Natives which they killed two of them and scared the rest of the Natives away. They scalped the two they killed as a prize and rescued the horses which were still alive.[7] This attack was an act of heroism by Carson was reported by Fremont and this lead Carson to be at the status of a Western hero among Americans in the 1840s.

Third Expedition

The third and final mission for the Fremont and Carson’s group was to make a track from California to Oregon in 1845. There was a political agenda during this expedition in which President Polk was planning on taking California away from Mexico. Their group had about sixty men in it and Fremont started to create patriotism for America in local areas in California. This caused the Mexican Government to come to Fremont and threaten him to leave to Oregon. While the group moved north they began to slaughter Natives and killed over 150 of them in the Sacramento Massacre. Some Natives, days later, attacked the camp and killed three of the men in the group. Fremont wrote on how Carson killed some of the attackers by chopping their faces off to avenge the death of their friends. The group went on to kill over 14 more Natives in the Klamath Lake Massacre to retaliate. The third expedition gave information to the presidency about California so they would be able to gain the land for the country. The expedition also gave more rise in Carson because of the way he fought against the Natives and was shown through Fremont’s reports in the public eye.

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Why Was Mark Chosen?

I do not know if my older brother, Mark Presco, is alive or dead. He did not call me up and tell me Vicki Presco was dying, and was dead. Mark knew nothing about our family history, yet, if he contacted the Belmont Historical Society – they would have thrown open the Gold Gates to Belmont, and welcomed home their Parodical Son. I am positive I was EXAMINED – screened by the BHS to see if I had the right stuff, was, like them in many ways – and my politics matched! To their horror, they say I was their collective opposite. They delayed posting my history – while they figured out what to do. This constitutes a conspiracy to deprive of my Civil Liberties. Royal Rosamond Press is a registered newspaper in Lane County. They knew this.

With the death of Lawrence Ferlinghetti, I fall back to my kin, Jessie Benton-Fremont, as the co-founder of Bohemianism in the Bay Area. Eight years ago I read an article about Evangelicals buying the book ‘Fountainhead – by the ton! This book is placed near their Bible. Why? Prosperity Gospel is bringing them in the Big Tent. If you follow King Jesus – he will make you very rich. Mark is a millionaire who told me he does not pay taxes because he does not want “N….Parasites” to get his money. If he is dead, he has found a way to leave his money to our kin – without any of his enemies knowing. Evanelicals believed that Trump was going to cut their taxes. An FBI report says the majority of Insurrectionists were about forty, and were businessmen – and not neo-Nazis.

John Presco

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Trump – GET OUT!

Posted on August 20, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press


Dr. Albert Speer (left), Hitler’s chief architect, presents his model of the German Pavilion, designed for the World’s Fair in Paris in 1937. Date: 1937

Mark 1979 on Grand Canyon Rim

Trump is doing Hitler. Trump is doing Mark Presco who did not inform me our father was dead, and our mother was dying, because he ruled I was a parasite on society. Here is Mark labeling many American ‘parasites’ including women. Jessie Benton Fremont was a pioneer in the Woman’s Movement. Mark asked me to include parts of his blog in my biography about a world famous female artist that is know for her images of beautiful women. Trump prides himself on the beautiful women he has bonded with that obviously do not care about equality.

Mark Presco conspired with Vicki Presco, Stacey Pierrot, and Jacci Belford, to steal the creative legacy that Christine Rosamond Benton left her two daughters, Shannon Rosamond, and, Drew Benton. Drew is related to the artist Thomas Hart Benton, who  is compared to Jack London. His grandfather was Senator Thomas Hart Benton, whose daughter, Jessie, married John Fremont, a co-founder of the Republican Party, and its first candidate for President of the United States. John also co-founded the Radical Democracy Party, and was its candidate for President, but he dropped out to keep the racist Democrats out of the White House. John was backed by radical Germans, Forty-Eighters, who complained about Lincoln’s tardiness in backing the Thirteenth, and Fourteenth Amendment.

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Turn Verein Earthquake With Oktoberfest

Here is a fantastic article about my great grandfather, Carl Janke, rebuilding the Turn Verein Hall that was destroyed in the infamous 1906 Earthquake! Wow! This makes all members of my family SURVIVORS of one of the greatest Historic Events – IN HISTORY!!!!

Too bad I can’t post it on the Belmont Historical Society because I have been banned because I threatened all of the members that I would go to the Mayor of Belmont. Did they think I was going to get them in trouble – for not giving me a warm greeting, and inviting me to MC events at the next Oktoberfest! I’m gong to write the German Consulate and tell them how my plan to esteem the German People of the Bay Area was thwarted. I mean, other races from other nations are honored.

My mother’s favorite movie is Gone With The Wind, followed by ‘San Francisco. My father looked like Jimmy Stuart when young, and a bit like Clark. Vic was born in San Francisco. After THREATENING to make a movie about Belmont, on the Mayor’s facebook, he took down all my posts, and banned me! I was still being a BAD BOY, a roguish rebel who does not want to go along with the program. My history must be taken from me, and I sent to Siberia-Mont.

Rosemary Rosamond’s favorite movie of all time, is ‘Withering Heights’. She died knowing nothing of our roots in Belmont, where Carl – was just like Clark! She did not know we are kin to Robert-E. Lee. With Lawrence Ferlinghetti out of the way – I’m the King of San Francisco. See?

This morning I awoke, and felt THEM combing through this blog – to really get something on me. They gleefully found some real dirt – and have taken it to The Mayor!

“We found some good shit, your honor. Mr. Presco has an inflamed ego – out the here!’

“Who does he think he is – GOD!”

“Exactly! He’s been playing GOD with us. But, he’s a scallywag and a cad!”

Below is a photo of Janke’s descendants at General Vallejo’s house. Then at the Janke crypt. This family built, and helped rebuild – SAN FRANCISCO! Hit it boys!

Wait a minute! Hold your horses! I think ‘Sweet Home Belabama’ should be a musical!

John Presco

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Music, Taljk; and Dancing Mark Completion of Temporary Home


With music end speeches the ttmpo; rary San Franclseo Turn Verein If all, 853 Turk street, was formally dedicated Sunday night, and In the presence of a large aasembly of members the keys of the new building were presented by the president ofthe building committee to the’ first president- of the association. After the exercises had been, brought to a. close the -remainder of the evening was spent in j dancing. Cigars and refreshments were served and everything possible . wa.s done to make, the occasion one of enjoyment for all present. – No sooner had the earthquake and fire destroyed the – old hall than the members of the San Francisco Turn Verein j began to plan the erection of another building.; On. the Friday following, the earthquake a meeting was held.for that purpose and committees were appointed. to look after the work. The new building would have been completed some time ago but for the scarcity of lumber. • , “, ■”, ‘

The present building will serve all the purposes of the organisation until the new,’ expensive structure, work on which will be commenced almost immediately, is completed. .Then the’present hall will be used simply as a gymnasium. „ ..:;. :: /.; ;

The building committee having in charge the construction of the new hall consists of John Slmmen, ‘• president; William Plagemano and Hans V*ronl. The board of trustees consists of Fran* Acker, president; Paul Leonhardt. Hans VeronJ, psear Hooka and Charles Wolters.:’. V:” .’: ‘ ‘; ‘ : ‘ . .’ . . . ■ ‘7- :

The San Francisco Turn. Veraln. was organized in 1.853 and is the oldest association of its kind on .\the. Pacific Coast. Th» , main building, which Is soon : tQ b$ erected, will be 70×70 feet and will be three stories in height It will cost about?2o,ooo.

. BELMONT PARK! a THE PUBLIC, WHO WISH TO spend a few hours pleasantly, are invited to visit BELMONT PARK, located in a BEAUTIFUL GROVE at the entrance of Cafiun Diablo, ibout 25 miles from San Francisco, one hour’s ride >n the Ban Francisco and San June Railroad, and about 300 yards from the Depot at Belmont. The Proprietor. MR. C. JANKE, is a Herman, ilso proprietor of Turn-Verein Hal!. San Francisco, Having bad many years experience in beautifying places of amusement, feels confident that this PARK is more attractive than any other place in California, and will be completed on the lit day of May. U is hotel is built around a very large OAK TREE, near a fine stream of water surrounded by large >aks and shrubbery, with winding stairs up and platforms in many of the trees. The ground is properly laid out in order, with tables, seats, » to., and son tains about 30 acres; the dance hall is largeand veil arranged ; the bar well lupplied with chetce iqunm; suites of rooms and meals at all hours. Mu.’ic for danciDg will be at this place at all times ‘hen the Han Francisco and San Joai Railroad >mpany run excursion trains. Belmont. April 15. 1864. iplo-tf

The Lee Family of Hartwell House

Posted on June 7, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press

Here is Hartwell House. Robert E. Lee, and Sir Christopher Lee, and their roots here.

The Lees, an old Buckinghamshire family, acquired Hartwell c.1650 by marriage into the Hampdens. Confederate General Robert E. Lee and Sir Christopher Lee are amongst their descendants.

You can trace them via Robert Wilson and Jane Lee.

John Presco

Barbary Coast is a 1935 American historical and drama film directed by Howard Hawks. Shot in black-and-white and set in San Francisco during the Gold Rush, the film combines elements of crime, Western, melodrama and adventure genres, featuring a wide range of actors, from good-guy Joel McCrea to bad-boy Edward G. Robinson, and stars Miriam Hopkins in the leading role as Mary ‘Swan’ Rutledge. In an early, uncredited appearance, David Niven plays a drunken sailor being thrown out of a bar.


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On a foggy night in 1850, Mary Rutledge (Hopkins) and retired Colonel Marcus Aurelius Cobb (Frank Craven) arrive in San Francisco Bay aboard the clipper Flying Cloud. She had come to wed a wealthy owner of a gold mine, but it is revealed that he had lost his mine when the roulette wheel landed on red 13 times at the Bella Donna. The men at the wharf reluctantly inform her that her fiancé is dead, murdered most likely by Louis Chamalis (Robinson), the powerful owner of the Bella Donna restaurant and gambling house. Mary is upset, but quickly pulls herself together and asks the way to the Bella Donna.
Mary meets Chamalis and agrees to be his companion, not only for business reasons (as an attraction, she helps draw in customers), but for personal pleasure as well. Chamalis gives her the name ‘Swan’, and she becomes his female escort. She accompanies him on promenades in town, and he showers her with extravagant gifts. Their relationship sours quickly because Swan is angered by Chamalis’s destructive power-mongering. She does not, however, mind running a crooked roulette wheel and cheating the miners out of their gold.
Colonel Cobb purchases a printing press, with the intention of starting a respectable newspaper for the people of San Francisco. His first issue includes an article criticizing an unpunished murder by Chamalis and his entourage. When Chamalis finds out, he threatens to destroy Cobb’s printing press and burn down the building, but is halted by Swan. Chamalis demands that Cobb never print anything attacking him. The colonel unwillingly complies.
Swan becomes disillusioned with her life in San Francisco. Her distant behavior irks Chamalis. One morning, she sets out on horseback. When it begins to rain heavily, she seeks refuge in a seemingly abandoned cabin, where she meets poet and gold miner Jim Carmichael (McCrea). Swan is taken with him, but lies about her current situation after hearing his criticisms of the city. He gives her his book of poems as a memento.
Carmichael decides to return to New York. Because of fog the ship will not leave for a few days. He meets Chamalis’ helper, Old Atrocity (Walter Brennan), who, seeing his bags of gold is happy to show him to the Bella Donna. Carmichael is surprised to find Mary working there. He is served drugged liquor and plays roulette at her table. He loses his composure, insults ‘Swan’ and eventually loses his money.
Carmichael wakes the following morning in the Bella Donna’s kitchen. His eloquent speech impresses Chamalis, who hires him on the spot as a waiter. Carmichael’s presence perturbs Mary, who offers him money to depart. Carmichael refuses, wishing to earn the fare on his own.
Cobb puts up a poster telling about a murder Chamalis ordered and how the Bella Donna cheats customers. Seeing it, Chamlis’ henchman “Knuckles” Jacoby (Brian Donlevy) shoots both the man who put it up and the publisher when he tries to defend him. Dying, Cobb orders his assistant to print the truth. A vigilante group is formed and hangs Knuckles.

Robert Wilson (Willson), Sr
Birthplace:Edinburgh, City of Edinburgh, Scotland
Death:November 03, 1745 (76)
Augusta County, Virginia
Immediate Family:Son of John Willson and Agnes Davy Willson
Husband of Jane Lee
Father of Matthew WillsonThomas WilsonColonel John Burgess WilsonJanet WillsonRobert Willson and 4 others,_1st_Baronet

Gone To Hartwell

Posted on June 7, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press

Gone To Hartwell


John Presco

Copyright 2019

Virginia Hambley’s great, great grandfather, Marshall Bourmont, did more than any Frenchman to try and restore the House of Bourbon to the Throne of France. This famous Lost Cause came to dwell at Hartwell House, the home of the Lee Family, from wence Robert E. Lee, sprang. Lee was a famous General who fought for the Confederate States of America, and, lost his battle. There are at least a million men and women, who would like to see the South rise again. There are two million men and women who want the history of their great grandfather, who fought for the Confederacy, preserved. There are three million men and women who live in the Red States who do not approve of the names of their ancestors being removed from public places. How many millions of Southerners own a Confederate flag?,_Count_de_Ghaisnes_de_Bourmont

In 1806, the King of France, Louis the 18th. came to live at Hartwell House. That is Louis wearing a robe with Fleur-de-lis on a blue background. Take note of the symbol of the Royalty of France on the menu I hold in my hand. This photo was taken by Virginia, who had gotten down on one knee and proposed to  me a week earlier. I wanted to  double down on that proposal by offering her the Lousiana Territory. At this juncture one has to ask……What if the Confederacy had won? Would Jefferson Davis help restore the Bourbons to the Throne? Would Davis offer the Bourbons a new Western Kingdom consisting of California and Oregon?

Here is my letter to Ed Ray, the President of Oregon State, who as ruler of a little fiefdom, took it upon himself to rename Benton Hall, after he said he would give this HONOR to the people of Benton County. I am seeking legal advice on how to reverse this anarchy, and have OSU’s efforts be titled ‘Ed’s Lost Cause’.

The Lees, an old Buckinghamshire family, acquired Hartwell c.1650 by marriage into the Hampdens. Confederate General Robert E. Lee and Sir Christopher Lee are amongst their descendants. We are a Nation of Lost Causes! If you have a lost cause, come to America. Our Lady Liberty will give you shelter from the storms of unrest. The day after Trump got elected (he was a lost cause) I founded the Nation of Fromond in the West. I have been looking for a way to reconcile the South to our highest ideals of Democracy. But, I am now looking at a Monarchy that could be a home to many proud Southerners who adhore slavery, and still take pride in their Confederate ancestors. Democracy has failed us in every way. Trump acts like a king, but, knows nothing about anything. Our elections are circular firing squad. Many are going insane!

The greatest abuse I have suffered, is people calling me insane. I am sure Ed Ray is in the OSU war room with his attorneys and shrinks, combing through this blog, gathering all the evidence he and his Renaming Cult would ever need, just in case we end up in a courtroom. Will the Sons of the Confederacy supply me with an attorney?

Take note of the wallpaper at Hartwell (the well of the deer). I told my sixteen year old daughter;

“All’s well, that ends well!”

She and her lover called me insane. I suspect Aunt Linda had launched a covert campain against me. Does it hurt to know you daughter believes you are insane?

Marshall Bourmont’s worst day occurred when the rabble, the nobodies stormed the Bastille. The SLEEPS Anarchist took the before photograph Virginia took of me, before I pinned a royal crown on my barret, and, produced my proclamation. Virginia is kin to the French Legitimists. Her mother named her two sisters, Caroline and Louise after the Duchess de Berry. What does that tell you? This is a real Emerald Valley Fairytale!

Here is a photo of my kin, the Hodges brothers who fought for the Confederacy. Consider my post on the Preston-Stewart family. Here is real story bigger and greater, than…………..Gone With the Wind!

Wrong or right. It looks like much history is on my side. And I was mocked by my neighbors for dare writing………..

“I am a prophet!”

For thirty years I have lived alone like a prophet. I have been attacked by mobs, like a prophet! Dare I say, I will never be that alone again, and if I choose, I might ride a great horse, like a general……………and behind me is a great army! But, I am not a king. Ahead of me, in a carriage rides the new crowned King and Queen of New France in America. How much he looks like King James of Scotland who had to have a Bourbon wife.

We now have a clue where the mob at my door was going to take me, to be locked up! And unseen force is at work here! Perhaps God….does want the Bourbons back on the throne? And we, in the New and Old World, are but pawns in His game?

Threatening letters – A Case of Stalking!

Not everyone felt warmly about the presence of the King of France and his family in England. The Bourbons received various threatening letters, extracts of which were released to British papers.

You are of a bad Race, mercy is in the Protestant, you imposing Vagabonds Die by nostra manns. I visit your House every week you damn’d Villain – look at your Effigie inclosed.

Bone has offered a Dutchy for your Head he shall have it. Mind, a good Boat and many of us Prisoners of War will seize on youput you into it at Yarmouth you Enemy of Europe. A Man can die but once you Vagabond Louis.

In 1832 Marshal Bourmont took part in the rising of Caroline Ferdinande Louise, duchesse de Berry and on its failure fled to Portugal. He commanded the army of the absolutist monarch King Miguel during the Liberal Wars and after the victory of the constitutional party he retired to Rome. At the amnesty of 1840 he returned to France, where he died on 27 October 1846 at Freigné in Maine-et-Loire.

When Louis XVIII, King of France, returned to his country to ascend the throne after Napoleon’s 1814 abdication, he sailed from England, his home for the preceding seven years. The King’s younger brother, the Count of Artois (future King Charles X of France), had lived in England for even longer. In fact, the entire French royal family lived in England throughout much of the Napoleonic Wars, generously subsidized by the British government.

On the eve of the French Revolution, Bourmont entered the Gardes Françaises of the French royal army but he emigrated in 1789. Bourmont served in Louis Joseph de Bourbon, Prince de Condé royalist army in the campaigns of 1792 and 1793. Then he served as chief of staff in the civil war in lower Anjou from 1794 to 1796. After fleeing to Switzerland in 1796, he took part in another insurrection from 1798-1800. He was arrested in 1801 because of involvement with Georges Cadoudal, but three years later he managed to escape to Portugal.

When Junot invaded Portugal in 1807, Bourmont offered him his services and was employed as chief of staff of a division. Arrested when re-entering France in 1809, he was released upon the intercession of Junot and employed in the Imperial army.

He served in Italy and on the staff of Eugène de Beauharnais during the Russian campaign of 1812. Taken prisoner during the retreat from Moscow, he managed to escape and rejoin the French army. After the Battle of Lützen in 1813 he was promoted to general of brigade, he took part in the Battle of Leipzig and in 1814 he was promoted to general of division for defending Nogent-sur-Seine. After the fall of Napoleon, Bourmont rallied to the Bourbons.

During the Hundred Days, the government of Louis XVIII of France frantically tried to stop Napoleon’s march on Paris. Marshal Michel Ney was ordered to report to Besançon where he was to receive his orders from Bourmont. It irritated the proud Ney, Prince of Moscow, to take instructions from such a junior general, so he demanded to see the king. During his interview with Louis, Ney boasted to the king that he would bring back the ex-emperor in an iron cage. By the time Ney arrived in Besançon, he found that the royalist position was rapidly deteriorating and that Bourmont’s assignment was to spy on him. On 11 March 1815, Ney told Bourmont that he was going over to Napoleon’s camp. Shortly afterward, the Bourbon cause collapsed and Louis fled to Belgium, followed by hundreds of royalists.[1]

According to historian David Hamilton-Williams, the Comte d’Artois asked Bourmont to remain a royalist agent, so he requested to continue in command. The new Minister of War, Marshal Louis-Nicolas Davout refused to employ Bourmont, writing to Napoleon, “I cannot sit idly and watch this officer wear the uniform of this country; his treasonous statements concerning the Emperor are well known to all; the brigade and regimental commanders of the 14th Infantry Division despise him. Who would trust such a man?” Nevertheless, Étienne Maurice Gérard, leader of the IV Corps vouched for him so he retained his position.[2]

On the morning of 15 June, as the French Army of the North advanced into Belgium, the 14th Division led the IV Corps column of march. Near Florennes, Bourmont halted his division. On the pretence of scouting ahead, he and his staff, rode ahead with a squadron of lancers. After gaining a suitable distance from French lines, he sent the lancers back with a letter for Gérard. In the missive, he explained that he was deserting but promised, “They will not get any information from me which will injure the French army, composed of men I love.” He and his staff put the white Bourbon cockade on their hats and galloped for the nearest Prussian position. He immediately handed over Napoleon’s operational plans to the Prussians. Gebhard von Blucher‘s chief of staff August von Gneisenau was pleased to receive this windfall. However, Blucher had no use for turncoats and called Bourmont a traitor to his face. When Gneisenau noted that Bourmont was wearing the white cockade, making them allies, Blucher screamed, “Cockade be damned! A dirty dog is always a dirty dog!”[2]

With Napoleon’s orders in their hands, the Prussians were able to take the appropriate countermeasures to gather their army. Bourmont’s defection enraged the French rank and file. Though their loyalty to Napoleon was absolute, they began to suspect treachery in their generals. Étienne Hulot, who became the acting division commander, was compelled to give a speech that pledged loyalty to Napoleon and the tricolor.[3]

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After the Battle of Waterloo and Napoleon’s fall, Bourmont gave evidence that led to Ney’s execution. After the Second Restoration, he was given command of the 16th infantry division in Besançon and took part in the Spanish campaign of 1823. King Charles X of France made him minister of war in 1829 and Marshal of France in 1830. He was commanding the Invasion of Algiers in 1830 when the July Revolution broke out in 1830. Bourmont refused to give his allegiance to the new King Louis Philippe and was dismissed from service.

In 1832 Marshal Bourmont took part in the rising of Caroline Ferdinande Louise, duchesse de Berry and on its failure fled to Portugal. He commanded the army of the absolutist monarch King Miguel during the Liberal Wars and after the victory of the constitutional party he retired to Rome. At the amnesty of 1840 he returned to France, where he died on 27 October 1846 at Freigné in Maine-et-Loire.

This may constitute one of the most profound Royal Marriages that took root in America and is being carried on by many members of Rosamond Family. I have long suspected my grandfather, Frank Wesley Rosamond, took the penname ‘Royal’ because he heard stories that he descended from royal people. He had no genealogy, so, he was not believed. Why carry on, when most of the Rosamonds are dirt poor? They’re going to think you daft.

The ancestors of Jane Lee, are the Culpepers and the Clifford family. Here are the Clifford Coats of Arms. I intend to design and submit a Rosamond Family Coat of Arms to the College of Heraldry. Being related to Ian Fleming, one can conclude I am the Real James Bond, who I will place in a Royal Tree. Robert Wilson descends from the House of Schwarzenberg. I will post on the amazing connections in the coming month.

I am out of politics and the news business. If a vast majority of Americans can not see who our President is, as plainly as I can see, then, why bother! He slams the Europeans while he plays golf in Scotland – on his land! He has his family crest printed on a pillow in his posh New World appartment. He has plans to build Trump hotels in Moscow. I have much on my plate! Such as examining Robert Wilson who was given land in the Lord Fairfax grant. Do I want land – much land? You betcha! It’s what we do.

The folks in back of me are the Catholic Habsburgs who held the titles ‘King and Queen of Bohemia’. They sent armadas against the Protestant Queen of England. This is why the House of Saxe-Coburg wanted a royal preacher man whose kindred knew Martin Luther. They wanted a Protestant Pope. William Wilson had most of Europe’s royal DNA in his veins. The Habsburgs had their DNA – in every royal house! Their Religious Wars were paid for my Incan and Aztec gold.

Two of the richest men in the world meet today. Putin wants to bring back the Russian Monarchy, and all those glorious family crests. This is history folks, and, if you don’t know what you just read, you have no business being inside a voting booth. Trump is saying their meeting is going very good – for them! Of course it is. Billionaires always have much in common. They got great medical coverage, and don’t have to come up with the rent! Trump says the Democrats are to blame for having weak security, and thus put temptation in the way of twelve Russian army officers! This is his “Let them eat cake!” moment! Half of America is his mortal enemy. He could care less!

“I got mine, Jack!”

John Gregory Presco ‘Lord Rosamond’

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Sarah Wilson Rosamond and House of Schwarzenberg

Posted on July 15, 2018by Royal Rosamond Press

Biographical/Historical Information

The Northern Neck Land Office controlled 5,282,000 acres in land grants located between the Rappahannock and Potomac rivers, which were give to seven loyal supporters of King Charles II, including Lord Fairfax. Agents of the Northern Neck Proprietary issued the first land grant in 1690. The Proprietary operated until the death of Thomas, Sixth Lord Fairfax, in 1782. For the next thirty years, however, the ownership was in dispute. Fairfax family interest was terminated in 1808, when the last surviving heir sold the title to his remaining manor to a syndicate.

Sarah Wilson Rosamond (Willson) MP

County Antrim, Ireland
Death:1790 (64)
Abbeville County, South Carolina, United States
Immediate Family:Daughter of Thomas Wilson and Elizabeth Willson
Wife of Pvt. John Roseman
Mother of Margaret WeemsJames RosamondJean RosamondCapt Samuel Rosamond and Sarah F Hodges
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Thomas Wilson MP

Londonderry, Ireland
Death:May 18, 1773 (78)
Fairfield, Augusta County, Virginia
Place of Burial:Rockbridge County, Virginia, United States
Immediate Family:Son of Robert Wilson, Sr and Jane Lee
Husband of Elizabeth Willson
Father of Capt Matthew WillsonSamuel WillsonSarah Wilson RosamondRebekah WillsonElizabeth Musgrove and 3 others
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Escaping the French Revolution

Louis XVIII (then known as the Count of Provence) escaped from France in June 1791, at the same time that his older brother, Louis XVI, and his family tried unsuccessfully to flee the country. The Count of Artois had left France two years earlier, shortly after the storming of the Bastille.

With a small court of émigrés, the Count of Provence took refuge in Brussels, then in Coblenz, and then in Hamm, Westphalia. In 1795, upon learning of the death in prison of his nephew, Louis-Charles (son of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette, who were executed in 1793), Louis XVIII proclaimed himself the rightful King of France.

As the reach of Republican France, and subsequently Napoleon’s Empire, expanded, progressively fewer courts were willing to host the exiled French royal family. Louis XVIII and his entourage shuffled to Verona, Blankenburg, Mittau (Jelgava), Warsaw, and then – in 1805 – back to Mittau, which was under the rule of Tsar Alexander I of Russia. Meanwhile, the Count of Artois, with his own followers, went to Britain.

In July 1807, Tsar Alexander signed the Treaty of Tilsit with Napoleon. Knowing he was no longer safe in Mittau, Louis XVIII went to Sweden to consult with King Gustavus IV Adolphus. Louis was in need of money, as the pension he had been getting from Spain – now under Napoleon’s control – had stopped. He was also jealous of his brother, Artois, who was receiving British subsidies and directing a network of royalist agents. Louis travelled to Gothenburg where he embarked for Britain on the Swedish frigate Freya.

Arrival in England

Louis XVIII, King of France

Louis XVIII, King of France

On October 29, 1807, Louis XVIII, accompanied by his nephews the Duke of Angoulême and the Duke of Berry (sons of the Count of Artois), as well as members of the French nobility, arrived at Yarmouth. There was scrambling on the part of the British government, since Louis had failed to give notice of his intention to visit the country. King George III is said to have expressed “considerable surprise” on hearing of the French royal family’s arrival. (1)

The British government was willing to give Louis XVIII asylum as a private individual, but did not want to receive him in the capacity of King of France. They offered him Holyrood Palace in Edinburgh, where the Count of Artois had stayed from 1796 to 1803. “The illustrious Prince,” however,

on being informed of his destined residence, and that it was provided for him as a safe and hospitable asylum, refused to proceed thither, observing that he wanted no asylum; that, contrary to report, it was not necessity that had induced him to come to this country; that he had a safe asylum in the Russian territory, where he had left his wife and niece; that the object of his journey was of a nature purely political, and immediately concerned his interest as King of France; and that rather than go to Scotland, or be treated otherwise than as a Sovereign claiming the aid of Britain to recover the sceptre of France, he would return to Russia. (2)

The government let him disembark on the condition that he abstain from political activity and reside at least 50 miles outside London. After being greeted by the Count of Artois and the other Bourbon princes (Prince of Condé and Duke of Bourbon) already in England, Louis proceeded to the mansion of Gosfield Hall in Essex, offered to him by the Marquis of Buckingham.

Louis adopted the title of Comte de L’Isle-Jourdain, which the British shortened to Count de Lille (or Count de Lisle). A local paper reported:

The Count de Lille appears greatly delighted with the residence of Gosfield, which presents a very striking contrast to the bleakness of the country which he has quitted. He walks a great deal; but, from his size, has now left off riding. The French in this country who wish to pay their respects to their Sovereign, write for permission to wait upon him, and are received agreeably to priority and rank. (3)

The King of France at Hartwell House

Louis XVIII taking a walk with the Duchess of Angoulême in the grounds of Hartwell House, circa 1810

Louis XVIII taking a walk with the Duchess of Angoulême in the grounds of Hartwell House, circa 1810

In August 1808, Louis was joined by his wife, Marie Joséphine of Savoy, and his niece, the Duchess of Angoulême (daughter of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette), who had remained at Mittau. To accommodate them, he moved to Hartwell House, near Aylesbury in Buckinghamshire. Hartwell belonged to the Reverend Sir George Lee, Baronet. Louis took it on a five-year lease.

The house and gardens, for which he is to pay 550£ per annum, are commodious and pleasant; but the former is hardly half-furnished. Louis XVIII is the first titular King of France who has set foot in this country since the year 1364, when John, taken prisoner by the Black Prince, at the battle of Poitiers, in 1356, died in London, at the Palace of the Savoy, in the Strand. (4)

In November 1809, in honour of the 50th anniversary of King George III’s reign, Louis donated £100 to the poor of the parishes of Hartwell, Aylesbury and Stowe. He also gave an “excellent dinner of roast beef and plum pudding” to the prisoners in the county jail. (5)

Although Louis was not allowed to meet with members of the British government, he corresponded with them. He received visits from French émigrés and was frequently entertained by sympathetic members of the British aristocracy. At one shooting party with Lord Talbot, he was said to be “the most unerring shot in this country.” (6)

Diarist Charles Greville described a visit to Hartwell with his father in 1812.

The house is large, but in a dreary, disagreeable situation. The King had completely altered the interior, having subdivided almost all the apartments in order to lodge a greater number of people. There were numerous outhouses, in some of which small shops had been established by the servants, interspersed with gardens, so that the place resembled a little town.

Upon entering the house, we were conducted by the Duc de Grammont into the King’s private apartment. He received us most graciously, and shook hands with both of us. This apartment was exceedingly small, hardly larger than a closet, and I remarked pictures of the late King and Queen, Madame Elizabeth, and the Dauphin, Louis XVII, hanging on the walls. The King had a manner of swinging his body backwards and forwards, which caused the  most unpleasant sensations in that small room, and made my father feel something like being sea-sick. …

After our audience with the King we were taken to the salon, a large room with a billiard table at one end. Here the party assembled before dinner, to all of whom we were presented – the Duchesse d’Angoulême, Monsieur the Duc d’Angoulême, the Duc de Berry, the Prince and Princess de Condé (ci-devant Madame de Monaco), and a vast number of ducs, &c.; …. At a little after six dinner was announced, when we went into the next room, the King walking out first. The dinner was extremely plain, consisting of very few dishes, and no wines except port and sherry. His Majesty did the honours himself, and was very civil and agreeable. We were a very short time at table, and the ladies and gentlemen all got up together. Each of the ladies folded up her napkin, tied it round with a bit of ribbon, and carried it away.

After dinner we returned to the drawing-room and drank coffee. The whole party remained in conversation about a quarter of an hour, when the King retired to his closet, upon which all repaired to their separate apartments. Whenever the King came in or went out of the room, Madame d’Angoulême made him a low curtsy, which he returned by bowing and kissing his hand. … After the party had separated we were taken to the Duc de Grammont’s apartments, where we drank tea. After remaining there about three quarters of an hour we went to the apartment of Madame d’Angoulême, where several card tables were laid out. The King played at whist with the Prince and Princess de Condé and my father. His Majesty settled the points of the game at ‘le quart d’un sheling.’ The rest of the party played at billiards or ombre. The King was so civil as to invite us to sleep there, instead of returning to the inn at Aylsebury. …

In the morning when I got out of bed, I was alarmed by the appearance of an old woman on the leads before my window, who was hanging linen to dry. I was forced to retreat hastily to bed, not to shock the old lady’s modesty. At ten the next morning we breakfasted, and at eleven we took leave of the King (who always went to Mass at that hour) and returned to London. We saw the whole place before we came away; and they certainly had shown great ingenuity in contriving to lodge such a number of people in and about the house – it was exactly like a small rising colony. (7)

The French royals also did some sightseeing during their years in England. They visited, among other places, Blenheim, Oxford, Woburn Abbey, Arundel Castle, the Isle of Wight, Cheltenham, Gloucester and Bath.

British support for the King of France

Though it was reported that “the unfortunate Prince [did not have] patrimony of his own sufficient to buy himself a brown loaf,” Louis XVIII had some family jewels, an annual British pension of £16,000, and the equivalent of £1,600 a year from Portugal and £4,000 from Russia. (8) When Louis’s wife, Marie Joséphine, died of edema at Hartwell House on November 13, 1810, the British government paid part of the cost of her funeral, which was held at Westminster Abbey.

The Prince of Wales (future King George IV), a strong supporter of the Bourbons, promised to restore Louis XVIII to the French throne at a time when few thought such a feat was possible. On June 19, 1811, Louis XVIII and his family were the guests of honour at the Prince’s lavish fête at Carlton House in London, to celebrate his new position as Prince Regent of Britain. Some 2,000 guests attended.

The august personages arrived about ten o’clock in the evening, and were received in a room reserved expressly for them, hung with sky-blue satin embroidered with fleurs-de-lys in gold. This refined attention seemed to express, in an ingenious allegorical manner, the peace and prosperity which will one day, and perhaps before long, be for the universe the result of the re-establishment of legitimate authority in the place of the present disorder….

These illustrious and unfortunate victims of a revolution, of which 22 years have not relaxed the activity, nor softened the rigours, were received by all the assembly with the most delicate marks of respect and attention. It was the first time that his Majesty Louis XVIII and the interesting daughter of Louis XVI had appeared in public in England, and received the homage due to their rank and to their times. All eyes were naturally turned towards them, and to their august Host, who thus did them the honours of the nation. (9)

Threatening letters

Not everyone felt warmly about the presence of the King of France and his family in England. The Bourbons received various threatening letters, extracts of which were released to British papers.

You are of a bad Race, mercy is in the Protestant, you imposing Vagabonds Die by nostra manns. I visit your House every week you damn’d Villain – look at your Effigie inclosed.

Bone has offered a Dutchy for your Head he shall have it. Mind, a good Boat and many of us Prisoners of War will seize on you, put you into it at Yarmouth you Enemy of Europe. A Man can die but once you Vagabond Louis.

Your proceedings will not do, our intentions have been delayed in hopes of something being abjured or done on your part and the Prisoners of War your countrymen, restored to their Native land our party increase very strong against you and only temporize for a time, but many are near your own Person of our Party which makes us sure of our designs. So if I do not get my Friends home you shall be arrested, murdered, shot or slain. Charlotte Corday shall visit you first. You are at our Bar and renounce, adjure, or die by our hands.

You shall be attacked from us in our Prison Wincanton, Crediton, Tiverton, and other Places.

If there be any commotion among the People. The Populace know the Road to the House you live at. Resign your pretensions, live in peace, or be overcome in L’Assyle. Given at our association of Warning. (10)

The war ends

In general, British public opinion favoured the Bourbons. Napoleon’s defeat in Russia strengthened this enthusiasm. Louis XVIII issued a proclamation to the people of France, dated Hartwell, Feb. 1, 1813. It began:

The moment is at length arrived when Divine Providence appears ready to break in pieces the instrument of its wrath. The Usurper of the Throne of St. Louis, the devastator of Europe, experiences reverses in his turn. Shall they have no other effect but that of aggravating the calamities of France? And will she not dare to overturn an odious power, no longer protected by the illusions of victory? What prejudices, or what fears, can now prevent her from throwing herself into the arms of her King; and from recognizing, in the establishment of his legitimate authority, the only pledge of union, peace, and happiness, which his promises have so often guaranteed to his oppressed subjects? (11)

In the House of Commons, Foreign Secretary Lord Castlereagh denied any British participation in the proclamation and said he had no intention of making the restoration of the Bourbons the basis of peace negotiations between the Allies and France. At the same time, the British government provided Louis with the financial means to print the declaration, and there were rumours that copies had been sent on board British ships for distribution on the coast of France. Dispatches from Hartwell House to European capitals were carried by British couriers.

In January 1814, conferences took place among Louis XVIII, the Bourbon princes, Lord Liverpool (the British Prime Minister) and the Foreign Office. On January 22, the Count of Artois, the Duke of Angoulême and the Duke of Berry left for the continent with British passports. In February, the Count of Artois arrived in Eastern France. One of his companions wrote:

We have been received in all the French towns and villages with acclamations by the whole of the people, and with cries of Vive le Roi Louis XVIII. Vive les Bourbons. … Every place desires to surrender to Louis XVIII. All France is ready to rise. … Had he been an angel from heaven the people could not have shown more eagerness to come to see him. (12)

On March 12, British and Portuguese troops under the Duke of Wellington arrived at Bordeaux. The Duke of Angoulême, who had been for some time at Wellington’s headquarters, made a triumphant entry into the city. On March 31, the Allies entered Paris.

Return to France

On April 6, 1814, Louis XVIII was proclaimed King of France. On April 20, dressed in the uniform of the Marshals of France, his hat surmounted with a plume of white feathers, the King of France left Hartwell. He was accompanied by the Duchess of Angoulême, the Prince of Condé, the Duke of Bourbon and their households. They were met by the Prince Regent at Stanmore. The party continued to London in a procession of six royal carriages, each drawn by six horses ornamented with white ribbons, together with outriders and attendants.

On the entrance of the procession into Hyde Park…the motion of the crowd in the wide part of the park became like a torrent. The procession arrived at Hyde Park Corner exactly at half past five o’clock, and proceeded along Piccadilly at a slow pace, amidst the shouts of the populace and congratulations of crowded houses, the compliments of the royal party at Pulteney Hotel, &c. Among the emblems of rejoicing, Devonshire House was the most conspicuous: over each gate were new English and French colours, and boughs of laurel.

A little before six o’clock, the cavalcade arrived at Grillon’s Hotel, Albemarle Street. The band of his Royal Highness the Duke of Kent was stationed near the hotel, who played, ‘God save the King’ as the distinguished persons alighted. As the carriage with the cream-coloured horses approached, in which were his Majesty Louis XVIII, and his Royal Highness the Prince Regent, the people unanimously huzzaed, the ladies from the windows waving their handkerchiefs. His Majesty had hold of the Prince’s arm, who conducted him to the principal apartment prepared for the French monarch by the especial order of the Prince Regent, fleurs de lis being embroidered in gold upon hangings of crimson velvet. In this superb room, the Earls of Buckinghamshire, Bathurst, and Liverpool, the Russian, Austrian, and Spanish Ambassadors, and about one hundred and fifty of the ancient French Noblesse were in attendance to receive his Majesty, who seemed much fatigued, an arm chair was brought, in which his Majesty seated himself, the Duke of York on his left, his Royal Highness the Prince Regent and the Duchess d’Angoulême on his right, the Prince de Conde and the Duc de Bourbon facing him, with all his suite surrounding him. The Marquis of Hertford and the Earl of Cholmondeley were behind the chair.

The Prince Regent then addressed his Majesty to the following effect:

‘Your Majesty will permit me to offer you my heartiest congratulations upon that great event which has always been amongst the warmest of my wishes, and which must eminently contribute to the happiness, not only of your Majesty’s people, but to the repose and happiness of all other nations. I am sure I may add that my own sentiments and feelings are in union with those of the universal British nation, and that the triumph and transport with which your Majesty will be received in your own capital can scarcely exceed the joy and satisfaction which your Majesty’s restoration to the throne of your ancestors has created in the capital of the British empire.’

His Majesty’s reply:

‘Your Royal Highness will accept my most sincere and grateful thanks for your Royal Highness’s congratulations – for the invariable kindness with which I have been treated by your Royal Highness and by every member of your illustrious house. It is to your Royal Highness’s councils – to this great country, and to the constancy of its people, that I shall always ascribe, under Providence, the restoration of our house to the throne of our ancestors, and that state of affairs which promises to heal the wounds, to calm the passions, and to restore the peace, tranquillity, and prosperity of all nations.’ (13)

The King of France then invested the Prince Regent with the Order of Saint Esprit. Later, at Carlton House, Louis XVIII was elected a Member of the Most Noble Order of the Garter and given a Knighthood.

On April 23, the King of France and his family left London for Dover. The papers reported:

Every house, even the meanest, is full of lights from top to bottom. … The inhabitants are parading the town with white cockades, and every Frenchman who passes is sure to receive a hearty salutation of welcome. The appearance of the road from London to Dover was, if possible, still gayer than Dover itself; it seemed a universal holyday. … [E]very town, village, and even hamlet poured out all its inhabitants dressed in their choicest attire and their pleasantest smiles. …[T]he most splendid military spectacle was at Chatham, where several hundreds of the Guards were standing at their arms; next to them were stationed large bodies of cavalry, partly of the line, and partly yeomanry and volunteers. At Canterbury seemed to be collected half the population of the county, who hailed with the warmest marks of friendship and brotherhood the passing of the different parties of French, and were enthusiastic at the appearance of the Regent and the King of France. (14)

The whole of the road from London to Dover was one continued bustle, the villages and towns crowded to excess. A poor man, a parish clerk, was pushed by the crowd under the King’s carriage, and the wheels went over him; he was not killed, but extremely injured. The circumstance affected his Majesty very much, and he put out a 10£ bank of England note to be given to the poor man’s family; and he pledged himself, that, in case death was the consequence of the accident, he would provide for his family. (15)

The Prince Regent received the King of France and his companions on board the royal yacht the Royal Sovereign, which he was lending for the trip to France. The yacht was escorted by the British frigate Jason, under the Duke of Clarence (Admiral of the Fleet and future King William IV), and the French frigate Polonais. On April 24, the King of France and his entourage set sail. The Duchess of Angoulême was on deck, waving a white handkerchief and kissing her hand, saying farewell to the inhabitants of England. Two hours and ten minutes later, the ship arrived at Calais.

Twenty-three years after leaving France, Louis XVIII was back home. He had to leave again 11 months later, when Napoleon escaped from Elba. That exile was only a few months, spent in Ghent. Louis XVIII never returned to England, but he always had fond memories of the country. Among other things, he kept at the Tuileries Palace the white wooden desk he had used at Hartwell House. He is sitting at it when he learns of Napoleon’s (fictional) escape from St. Helena in Napoleon in America.

The Count of Artois, who in 1824 succeeded Louis XVIII as Charles X, did return to Britain. He and his family sought asylum there when they were exiled after the French Revolution of 1830. The Bourbons lived at Holyrood Palace for two years, before moving to Prague. They never regained the French throne.

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The only Good Futurian – is a dead Futurian

My man, Spooky Noodles, called me today, and informed me Lawrence Ferlinghetti is dead. I didn’t know. I will send the meat wagon to pick up his body-spirit and take him to the Oaks Motel. The way Spooky was talking….. I may be the last Bay Bohemian Standing.

I got another small book in the title ‘The Only Good Futurian – Is A Dead Futurian’ that is inspired by Ferlin’s death. It’s about a Jewish family in Vienna that descend from Aaronic Priesthood and have increased their ability to go into the future with every passing generation. The problem is, they don’t like what they see, and the males end up killing themselves – which freaks everyone out. So, everyone does their best to ignore the whole linage, which causes more suicides. They can’t stand the isolation while they do everything humanly possible to not – spill the beans – and cause real panic.

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Spooky is the only human who knows for sure I am a Seer. For years he has been trying to get e to take something for myself. Now that I agree to do so, he understands if I take something, then I am grounded in a Time Zone….STUCK!

Here I am seeing the coming of QAnon..

I Will Be Insane – If This Will Help! | Rosamond Press

Seer Jon salutes Lawrence!

Lawrence Ferlinghetti – Wikipedia

Philip Roth Now At – The Oaks Motel

Posted on May 23, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press



Philip Roth will now be next door to Tom Wolfe at The Oaks Motel. Will there be masturbation after death? There will be an alphabet soup of old man noises coming trough the thin walls, then, the meeting of the minds out at the ice machine. Time to get really real. What’s holding them back?

These are the pioneers of the Graffiti Arts. The World of Eisenhower had a lock on reality. A Coney Island Dog of the Mind. Just over the hill is Kaspars where the Hell’s Angels hung out. They parked their hogs outside and hung their Levi-ass over a diner stool. It was good to have bad boys in your hood.

Lucky Victor’s

Posted on June 16, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press


‘The Hypnotic Private Eye’

Chapter Two

Lucky Victor’s

Captain Von Victor liked Eric Nord the first time they lay eyes on each other. He could tell he was of the Teutonic race, and more than likely he was a Prussian, like himself. For this reason he gave him his best Evil Eye when he opened the old green door of ‘Green Bros & Co. on Davis street.

“Who are you? Where’s Meze? What happened to his produce?”Captain Vic growled. There was nothing more in the world he hated more, than a produce guy who doesn’t have his stuff out by 5:00 A.M.

Spotting what looked like dead bodies laying about on the sofas and floor, Von Victor brushed Big Daddy aside. Strutting about like he owned the place, Captain Vic counted the  empty bottles of booze tossed helter-skelter. He inspected the living-dead who had just crashed from their wild night of partying. Von Victor grumbled half approvingly. Some of these guys had money, and were slumming it. He recognized a couple of stiffs he had personally drunk under the table. Now, they are someone’s sucker.


Victor had crossed the Bay Bridge in his 1948 Flatbed Ford truck to pick up some South American Guavas for Trader’s Vic’s restaurant in Oakland, that just changed its name from Hinky Dinks, thanks to Von Victor who told Victor Jules Bergerson;

“Hinky Dink sounds real queer, like Dinky Pinky. You don’t want the queer crowd in here, do ya!”.

“What do you got goin on here?” Captain Vic asked Nord as he picked up a piece of cardboard with these infamous words on it.


“I run an after hours club. Now if you don’t mind, I got to get some shut-eye. Come back tonight. Bring some friends.”

“You allow Negroes in here?” Captain Vic shot, as he lifted his black eye patch and relieved a phantom itch. After Dirty Dee-Dee knocked his eye out with a five-pound green glass ashtray, he was after as much sympathy as he could get. Scratching his dead eyeball always gave him the upper hand as it un-nerved most folks to see him do it.

“What I don’t allow in here, is racists. If you got a problem with the Black Race, don’t come back.”

“Hold your horses, ass-bite. I am thinking of bringing my good friends here, Viola and Vivian ‘The Voom-Voom Sisters. You allow music? They play a mean Macumba, and have known to make Betsy Smith, blush!

“Of course! They are more than welcome!” Eric answered, contritely, because he and other club owners had been trying to book the Voom-Voom sisters who only play the clubs on 7th. Street, and, will do private parties at the Ritz Hotel in Emeryville (owned by Big Bone’s Remmer) if the price is right.

Eris watched Von Victor put the red truck in reverse, then in first, and drive away. Deep inside he knew his life was going to change, forever. Captain Vic was tight with Jack Londons’ daughter, and was running Acme Produce out of a Victorian warehouse on Webster and 4th, in Jack London Square. As he headed to San Jose, because that was the only other place you can get the Guavas Victor and his bartenders, liked, his mind and heart took in his old flame, Sarah Churchill, who he had to have the minute he lay his eye on her. He took her in the back of Hinky Dinks, thew her on some crates of oranges, and forced her to submit to his real Bohemian lust. He never fucked an actress before. Nine months later, Sarah thrust lil Oakland Jonny in his arms.

“I believe this lil sack of spuds…….belongs to you!”

When Vic walked in the door of his home on Berlin Way, that was built b his German grandfather, the Captain thrust Oakland Jonny in the arms of his wife, Rosemary,.

“Here. You have another son. If you give me any guff, I will twist your arm behind your back and force you to your knees. Now , take these kidney and cook them up the away I like them!”

When Oakland Jonny was thirteen, he was known as ‘The Artist That Makes Women Cry’. Victor Bergeron commissioned Jonny to render some drawings of his new place. He rendered the beautiful Polynisian maiden on the cover of the menu. After that, The Captain introduced his a son as his ‘Art Whore’.

“He’ll draw or paint anything for a buck!

This is when Lil Jonny began to paint and draw in a closet with a flashlight. When his father opened ‘Lucky Victor’s’ he was forced to render these incredible murals of the adventures of Jack London for a dollar a day. Lucky Victor’s opened the same day Chessman hired Bill Linhart.

Jon Presco

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Hidden below a crusty warehouse in the city’s old produce district, the Party Pad was a beatnik hangout run by Eric “Big Daddy” Nord. Subject of then-mayor George Christopher’s crack down on North Beach, it was raided in June 1958.

Eric “Big Daddy” Nord was referred to as the “King of the Beat Generation,” and the 6’7″ man ran a lively scene in the 1950s. He started the original hungry i nightclub back in 1950, and later opened his Party Pad club. Located in an old produce warehouse, the Party Pad operated as a continuous “bring your own bottle party,” asking for donations ($1 for men, 50 cents for women)> instead of a charge. It wasdescribed by a newspaper at the time

Eric “Big Daddy” Nord, 1968 [Photo: Moe’s Books]

Nord kept a policeman on duty at the parties to help keep order, but on June 21, 1958 it was raided on orders from Mayor Christopher and Nord was arrested for operating a public dance hall without a license. Earlier that month a man had died after falling off the roof during one of the parties. Later that summer, Nord was charged with helping two teenage girls run away from their homes. The highly-publicized trial was technically for “contributing to the delinquency of minors.” He and another man were accused oftaking two 16 and 17 year old runaway girls “on a Beat Generation weekend” including trips to Mill Valley and Big Sur. In the end, he was fined $300 and given three years’ probation.

The Party Pad was ordered to close in August 1958, and Nord relocated to Venice, California to operate the legendary Gas House.
· DEATH AT BEATNIK “PARTY PAD”, SF [Eureka Humbolt Standard]
· beatnik! [Tom Christopher]
· Head Beatnik Held for Aid To Runaways [San Mateo Times]

It was known as the ‘Party Pad’, a clandestine bring-your-own-bottle establishment occupying the upper floor of a deserted produce warehouse on Davis Street, downtown San Francisco. The underground hipster hub was run without a license by a beatnik generation actor and poet known as Eric “Big Daddy” Nord, a well-known figure of the bohemian scene in California at the time. These photographs of the speakeasy-style joint were discovered by a digital archive for the city, Found, SF.

Unfortunately, this party was shut down pretty quickly after a 31 year old man died in June 1958 when he fell from the Party Pad’s roof, which guests would often use to get a breathe of fresh air.  “Police found 13 empty whiskey bottles, 10 empty beer cans, as well as chairs and mattresses on the roof,” reported the local paper, “It was found that the roof was a most unsafe place.” Today, the old food warehouse has long since been demolished.

Despite it’s tragic end, this secret club must have once had an electric atmosphere behind its shabby exterior, and I can certainly see the story of a place like this inspiring some modern-day hipsters to open their next ‘speakeasy’ cocktail hotspot– complete with a decaying facade salvaged from an abandoned green grocer’s. Any bar entrepreneurs out there interested in immortalising the story of The Party Pad?,_Harm,_and_the_Profitable_Beat_Scene

Trader Vic’s is a restaurant chain headquartered in EmeryvilleCalifornia, United States. Victor Jules Bergeron, Jr. (December 10, 1902, San Francisco – October 11, 1984, Hillsborough, California) founded a chain of Polynesian-themed restaurants that bore his nickname, “Trader Vic”. He was one of two people who claimed to have invented the Mai Tai.[1] The other was his amicable competitor for many years, Don the Beachcomber.

Bergeron attended Heald College in San Francisco.[2] On November 17, 1934, using $500 in borrowed money, Bergeron opened a small bar/restaurant across from his parents’ grocery store at San Pablo Avenue and 65th Street[3] in the Golden Gate District of Oakland.[4] He named it Hinky Dink’s. As its popularity spread, the menu and decor developed an increasingly tropical flair, and Hinky Dink’s soon became Trader Vic’s. In 1940 the first franchised Trader Vic’s opened in Seattle,Washington.[5] In 1950, Bergeron opened a Trader Vic’s location in Hawaii[5] and in 1951 at 20 Cosmo Place in San Francisco.[4]

During the Tiki culture fad of the 1950s and 1960s, as many as 25 Trader Vic’s restaurants were in operation worldwide. They all featured the popular mix of Polynesianartifacts, unique cocktails, and exotic cuisine. In the 1980s and 1990s, the chain began to shrink as a new generation of people had little or no connection to the chain’s tiki theme. The chain of restaurants grew and is credited as one of the first successful themed chains, a marketing model that many other restaurants followed. Poor locations or less trendy addresses took a toll on the chain’s popularity. In 1972 the original location in Oakland was closed and replaced by a bayfront restaurant in nearby Emeryville,[5] now considered the chain’s flagship restaurant. While many of the original locations have closed, Trader Vic’s once again has grown to 19 locations around the globe.[6] As of 2012 there are four Trader Vic’s restaurants in the United States, three in Europe, eight in the Middle East, and three in East Asia. The Trader Vic’s Corporation also franchises restaurants and bars under the names the Mai Tai Lounge, Trader Vic’s Island Bar & Grill (which opened in 2010 in Sarasota, FL and shuttered in 2013 – where the company experimented with a Hooters-like concept but not a true Hooters knockoff), and Señor Pico,[7][8] which take the total restaurant count up to 27.

Sarah Millicent Hermione Touchet-Jesson, Baroness Audley, born Sarah Churchill (7 October 1914 – 24 September 1982), was a British actress and dancer.

Sarah Churchill was born in London, the second daughter of Winston Churchill, later Prime Minister of the UK during the Second World War, and Clementine Churchill, later Baroness Spencer-Churchill; she was the third of the couple’s five children and was named after Sir Winston’s ancestor, Sarah Churchill, Duchess of Marlborough. She was educated atNotting Hill High School as a day girl and later at North Foreland Lodge as a boarder.[1]

Thomas Touchet-Jesson, 23rd Baron Audley MBE (15 September 1913 – 3 July 1963) was born in Herefordshire, England, to Thomas Touchet Tuchet-Jesson and Annie Rosina Hammacott-Osler and educated at Lancing College. He married twice, initially to June Isabel de Trafford née Chaplin, daughter of Lt.-Col Reginald Chaplin, whom he divorced in 1957. His second marriage, on 26 April 1962, was to Sarah Churchill, daughter of former Prime Minister Sir Winston Churchill and his wife Clementine.

He inherited the title of 23rd Baron Audley on 27 May 1942 by writ, succeeding his second cousin Mary Thicknesse-Touchet, 22nd Baroness Audley on her death. As he died childless on 3 July 1963, the title passed to his sister Rosina (1911-1973).

Churchill is best known for her role in the film Royal Wedding (1951) as Anne Ashmond, romantic interest of Fred Astaire as Tom Bowen. In the same year, she had her own television show. She also appeared in He Found a Star (1941), All Over the Town (1949), Fabian of the Yard (1954) and Serious Charge (1959).

During the war, the German clothing factory that eventually became the international menswear powerhouse Hugo Boss produced thousands of SS and other uniforms;[2] with the black SS uniform having been designed by Karl Diebitsch and Walter Heck.

Born in New OrleansLouisiana, Kaufman was one of fourteen children. He claimed to be the son of a German-Jewish father and a Roman Catholic Black mother from Martinique, and that his grandmother practiced voodoo. At age eighteen, Kaufman joined the United States Merchant Marine, which he left in the early 1940s to briefly study literature at New York‘s The New School. There, he met William S. Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg. In 1944 Bob Kaufman married Ida Berrocal. They had one daughter, Antoinette Victoria Marie (Nagle), born in New York City in 1945 (died 2008). Kaufman moved to San Francisco’s North Beach in 1958 and remained there for most of the rest of his life. He married Eileen Singe (1922–2015). in 1958; they had one child, Parker, named for Charlie Parker.

Kaufman, a poet in the oral tradition, usually didn’t write down his poems, and much of his published work survives by way of his wife Eileen, who wrote his poems down as he conceived them.[2] Like many beat writers, Kaufman became a Buddhist. In 1959, along with poets Allen Ginsberg, John Kelly, A. D. Winans, and William Margolis, he was one of the founders of Beatitude magazine.

According to the writer Raymond Foye,[3] Kaufman is the person who coined the term “beatnik”, and his life was filled with a great deal of suffering: In San Francisco, he was the target of beatings and harassment by the city police, and his years living in New York were filled with poverty, addiction and imprisonment.

In 1959, Kaufman had a small role in a movie called The Flower Thief, which was shot in North Beach by Ron Rice. In 1961, Kaufman was nominated for England’sGuinness Poetry Award, but lost to T. S. Eliot.[4] He appeared on The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson four times in 1970–1971.[5]

In an interview, Ken Kesey describes seeing Bob Kaufman on the streets of San Francisco’s North Beach during a visit to that city with his family in the 1950s:I can remember driving down to North Beach with my folks and seeing Bob Kaufman out there on the street. I didn’t know he was Bob Kaufman at the time. He had little pieces of Band-Aid tape all over his face, about two inches wide, and little smaller ones like two inches long — and all of them made into crosses. He came up to the cars, and he was babbling poetry into these cars. He came up to the car I was riding in, and my folks, and started jabbering this stuff into the car. I knew that this was exceptional use of the human voice and the human mind.[6]

He now runs one if the fastest growing furniture chains Bob’s Discount Furniture where he stars in his own ads.


His poetry made use of jazz syncopation and meter. The critic Raymond Foye wrote about him, “Adapting the harmonic complexities and spontaneous invention ofbebop to poetic euphony and meter, he became the quintessential jazz poet.”[7]

Poet Jack Micheline said about Kaufman, “I found his work to be essentially improvisational, and was at its best when accompanied by a jazz musician. His technique resembled that of the surreal school of poets, ranging from a powerful, visionary lyricism of satirical, near dadaistic leanings, to the more prophetic tone that can be found in his political poems.”[8]

Kaufman said of his own work, “My head is a bony guitar, strung with tongues, plucked by fingers & nails.”[9]

After learning of the assassination of John F. Kennedy, Kaufman took a Buddhist vow of silence that lasted until the end of the Vietnam War in 1973. He broke his silence by reciting his poem “All Those Ships that Never Sailed,” the first lines of which areAll those ships that never sailedThe ones with their seacocks openThat were scuttled in their stalls…Today I bring them backHuge and intransitoryAnd let them sailForever

Bob Kaufman (April 18, 1925 – January 12, 1986), born Robert Garnell Kaufman, was an American Beat poet and surrealistinspired by jazz music. In France, where his poetry had a large following, he was known as the “black American Rimbaud.”[1

In the early 1950s, Nord sometimes worked at the Co-Existence Bagel Shop (the self-described “Gateway to Beatnik Land”), a popular hangout in North Beach. (in Bagel Shop Jazz, the poet Bob Kaufman called its patrons “…shadow people…mulberry-eyed girls in black stockings, smelling vaguely of mint jelly…turtle neck angel guys…”). In 1950, Nord rented a basement in North beach where he and a growing number of young people, aspiring beatniks, hung out. He called the place the “hungry i” nightclub. Enrico Banducci later took over club and it became the cradle of stand-up comedy.

In June 1958, on orders from San Francisco mayor George Christopher to crack down on drug use and delinquency in North Beach, San Francisco police raided Nord’s Party Pad club and arrested him for operating a public dance without a license. Later that summer, on August 8, in an article titled “Schoolgirl Lost in Beatnik Land”, San Francisco Chronicle readers learned that two high school girls in Eric “Big Daddy” Nord’s production of Archy and mehitabel had disappeared after the previous night’s performance. Chronicle readers learned how Nord and another man had taken the girls on a car trip. Nord, driving his Oldsmobileat the end of a beatnik procession, saying his interest in the girls was only fatherly, turned himself in at the Hall of Justice. His much-publicized trial ended in December, when he was fined $300 and given three years’ probation. Said the presiding judge, “You and your friends in Beatnikland emphasize your unusual ways to give an impression that you have talent, ability and stature, when actually a person looking into you finds no talent at all.” Later, the same judge overturned his own verdict.

After his 1958 trial, Nord declared bankruptcy, moved to Venice in Southern California, and, putting his entrepreneurial ability to good use, started The Gas House, a café that soon became popular with Los Angeles beatniks and poets, who read their work alongside Nord. The Gas House was used as the setting for a cult horror filmcalled The Hypnotic Eye (1960) that featured Nord as a bongo-playing beatnik. The role helped to launch Nord’s brief film career.

In the mid-1960s, Nord returned to Northern California, where, in Scotts Valley, he converted a barn into a psychedelic night club that catered to hippies and was the scene of some of Ken Kesey‘s happenings. In the early 1970s, he operated a “cultural center” in San Francisco’s Haight Ashbury neighborhood. In 1972 Nord appeared as the character ‘God’ in a San Francisco underground photo-comic titled ‘SuperJesus’ now rated an underground comix classic. He moved to Los Gatos in 1975 and remained there until his death in 1989.

The Hypnotic Private Eye

Posted on June 12, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press


Caryl Chessman with Princess Marie Bonaparte (2 July 1882 – 21 September 1962) was a French author and psychoanalyst, closely linked with Sigmund Freud. Her wealth contributed to the popularity of psychoanalysis, and enabled Freud’s escape from Nazi Germany. Marie had two children. 

Prince George and Princess Marie had two children, Petros and Evgenia.


The Hypnotic Eye (1960)
Directed by George Blair
Shown: Lobby card


Two years ago I bought a glowing Eyeball at the McKenzie Bridge Community Center garage sale, and employed it in a fantasy tale at our campground with my kindred.  A year later, I gave that eyeball away to the man who operated a Time Machine that took us back to the first Acid Test. A real Time Portal is now open. Those who can go with the flow, will get a glimpse of Shangri-La!

“Tomorrow night Cozmic Pizza will be celebrating the 50th. Aniversary of the Acid Tests Kesey conducted. In 1966 Kesey helped put on a show at the Open Theater in Berkeley where was founded, BEAF – Berkeley for the Experimental Arts Foundation. My friend Peter Shapiro played here with The Loading Zone, and weeks later at the Acid Test held at Longshoreman’s Hall.”

Here we go! I got a movie script for sale! This movie will unite the Bohemian World!

The Hypnotic Private Eye

A Movie Idea


Jon Presco

Copyrght 2016


A group of Freud’s disciples team up with a group of men’s magazine writers (known as The Lustful Eye), a couple of horror movie makers, the King of the Beatniks (who owns the Hungry 1) and Princess Marie Bonaparte, who claims she is the grandmother of Caryl Chessman. Together they hatch a scheme to alter the conciousness of the world, with the help of the Macumba Love Drug. They want to create a vortex of super creative people in the legendary Shangri-La that Carl’s father, Prince Peter, discovered in his visit to Tibet.  This is the scheme that Ken Kesey stumbled upon when he lived in the experimental community on Perry Lane in Menlo Park. There is powerful evidence Ken was put in a hypnotic trance he never got out of. The giant image of Kesey in Springfield holds the key that will unlock your mind! Study that bookcase! Long live the Grateful Dead of Macumba!

The famous detective, William Linhart, is left on the outskirts of this fantastic plot to alter humanity – for the good of all! For now, the right hand must not know what the left hand is doing. Bill was already working for Chessman, he gathering evidence that he is an innocent man.  There is a plan to have Caryl be one of the judges of the Beautiful Busty Babes contest being held on Macumba Island. The producers are tying to get permission from the warden to have June Wilkinson come sit next to Caryl on Death Row, and be Judge No.2. It will be the world’s first live-telecast!

What happened to America since 911. We have lost our erotic innocence, our vaudeville ways. We used to want to see God. But not the wrathful God, the vengeful God, who would demand and eye for an eye!

Once upon a time in America, everyone wanted to be hypnotized, or wanted to hypnotize someone. Those days are dead and gone. Why? What are we afraid of? Is this why young people are texting as they walk? Are they afraid of their subconscious? Have  they agreed to keep each other from going there? Afraid of what? Of what they might find – or not find?



While visiting his client, Caryl Chessman, he sees a regal looking dowager waiting to go into the Death Row block before him. The guard has told Chessman’s PI, he would have to wait until the Princess completed her visit. Her plane was late, and she had missed her appointment time. Curious, Bill Linhart came over to her, and asks if he could sit down next to her. Who knows. She might have a good lead.

BILL: Hello! My name is William Linhart. I am Caryl’s Private investigator. May I sit down.

PRINCESS NAPOLEON: Please. You look like a dapper enough gentleman. But, get rid of the cat hairs. They really standout on your dark blue suit. I happen to love and trust cat lovers, so, you are in my good favor.

BILL: Thank you! (takes a seat) I see you are quite the detective. Is there anything else you have deduced by my appearance?

PRINCESS: Why yes. You are a bachelor who lives alone, and your daughter ironed the wrinkles out of your suit this morning, because your cats lay down on it as soon as you flung it on chair by your bed.

BILL: How do you know it was my daughter?

PRINCESS: Your wife would have known to put a damp towel over it, and would not have left a glossy sheen on the material, that is somewhat scorched. I may be a princess, but, I have had to slum it now a then.

BILL: Very good! I will tell my daughter I talked to a real Princess detective – and she mentioned her. Care to guess her age?

PRINCESS: I don’t have to guess. She is nineteen, attending her first term at UC Law School, and still lives at home. Otherwise, she would live with her lover, but, she doesn’t have one at the moment. She thinks no one is good enough for her. She takes after her father. She considers it a privilege to take care of you. She respects you.”

Bill noticed his mouth was open, and closed it slowly hoping she had not noticed he was utterly impressed – and confounded! Is she a mind-reader?

PRINCESS: I grew up in court, and have spent much time around royal people – and wanna-be royal people. I became a great observer, and excellent judge of people. Your daughter has been a rescuer of stray cats most of her life. Your wife was allergic to them, and is why she ran away – and never came back! Your daughter blames herself, and will look after you until you’re dying day. She is a warm and gentle soul. Her mother was a shrew! Good riddance to her!

I am also one Freud’s greatest disciples – and one of the most highly trained psychologist in the world. I have dined with Freud at Rosenborg palace. We, were lovers on Macumba Island where we went after I rescued him from Adolph Hitler and his Killer Skull gang!

BILL: I am tempted to get down on one knee, and bow my head to you. You know me better than I know myself. I did not have the courage to say the truth out loud. Our little secret is now out. My wife was unbearable. She played the cello, badly. Pray tell, why are you here to see Caryl.

PRINCESS: He’s my grandson, and the son of Prince Peter. He’s the only one that knows the way to Shangri-La, but, the pathway is buried in subconscious. He was there, when he was two. Now excuse me. The guard beckons.

Bill rose when she did, and watched her go to the cell door. Just before it opened, she turned and with a smile

PRINCESS: You are mistaken. I am not crazy.


Bill enters and puts his briefcase down on the little table.

CARYL: Don’t bother asking. She told me you would. She’s a nut Bill. She’s using me like all the others. She’s either writing a book, or, is trying to get back in the limelight like all those other has-been royals. I got five of them lined up to see me. She insists I am Prince Caryl, heir to the throne of Denmark, and I have gazed upon the real royal regalia that was stolen by my alleged father and taken to Tibet where he was going to establish The Eternal Kingdom of Rex Mundi.  She says I was there when Prince Peter, my alleged father, died. I wandered off thru the portal to Shangri-La. I wandered in the Himalaya mountains for days, and was found by my parents, who the Princess says are not my real parents. They were Baptist missionaries. And yes, it’s true, they did go to Tibet. They actually met the prince in their hotel.


Whatever! That woman is all bullshit. She looked up my family history, and concocted this amazing crock of bull. Now, let me see what you and David dug up. Is Woodfield still going to make Macumba Love? And what about Eric Nord, the ‘King of the Beatniks’? Did he give you any leads? You said he is tight with Herb Cain who is concluding I am a phony and guilty as all hell. Can we get Herbie baby to change his mind? Talk to Jim Bigalow at Sam’s where Caen writes his column. Jim is kin to Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. He’s connected.

Nord told me Governor Brown has been sticking his little weenie between June Wilkinson’s big breasts down in the basement of the Hungry I, and jerking himself off! Is this true? I want her here with me to judge that beauty contest.

BILL: Can I ask you a question?

CARYL: Shoot!

BILL: Did she fuck Freud? I know you guys are tight and exchange letters. But, for my records.

CARYL: Yeah she fucked that whacko, a whole bunch of times, when they did that Love Drug on Macumba. Why do you want to know – for sure? Stay out of this, Bill. you’re way over your head if you fuck around with this Macumba deal. Let Woodfield and Nord handle it. They got the guys at Argosy, Stag, and Mermaid magazine working on it. Go talk to David. There’s something really big going down. I can feel it in the air. Caen may have put a hit on me. Here’s her card?”

BILL: Who’s card?” Bill asked, his head wheeling on the idea Herb Caen wanted to off Caryl before her gets offed by Brown – and the State of California Penal Code!

CARYL: Who do you think, dummy? Sometimes you can be a real Punk. I wonder why I hired you. I want you to get the skinny on the Princess. That’s why you’re here today. I wanted you to to meet, have it look that you ran into each other by chance. She’s onto something, and I ain’t talking about Shangri-La. Human beings are no good! Haven’t I proven that? See if she’s for real. She’s a sharp cookie. Watch yourself.


Bill looked over his solider and began to pick the cat hairs off his suit. Caryl had become Information Central to many important people. He was like the Catholic Cardinal working the Confessional. Many people were telling him their deepest darkest secrets figuring he would take them to the grave with him. Those people stopped confessing when they heard Bill’s new book ‘The Kid Was a Killer’ was full of innuendos and gossip written in prison code taught to him by the Bird Man of Alcatraz – and other infamous inmates who never met such a quick learner. He was the master of Human Intrigue. It came to him naturally. No one was talking to Caen, and were talking to Caryl in hope it all came out in his book. Everyone was singing, ratting each other out. This is why the warden seized Caryl’s book. He had a team of experts comb through it. They found nothing. The KGB got wind of this, and they put a young agent on it.


Once it was on the market, a clever guy down at  Mermaid magazine started a rumor that Chessman is going to publish Chessman’s Code Book, a means to break the code in his Killer book. But, only if he sold a million copies! The book flew off the shelf. Mere readers had been invested with a real goal, other than finishing a damn book. In two months, a million people crammed their clever minds with The Kid Was a Killer, and waited. And they waited.

Then, Hollywood stepped in. Never in the annals of Hollywood history were tickets to a movie pre-sold. Millions now hoped Caryl would not go to the gas chamber before the code got in the hands of humanity, while others prayed he would – die! The Chessman Code Countdown, was on. Hearst published the Chessman Crossword puzzle. They never sold so many newspapers. Camirillo State Mental Hospital began to fill with folks who swore they broke the code.

“Fuck Caryl. We don’t need no stinken code book!”

One crazy man invented a new chess game – only he could play! It was too complex to teach others. But, this did not stop him from trying. He called it the Chessman’s Chasm. Several nuts lost their mind trying to keep up with the lessons.

Bill was beginning to see Caryl as the new P.T. Barnum. Some folks were saying Caryl was Satan. Two authors suspected he was Baphomet, whomever that is? Where did he get such a clever mind? He can read human beings…………like the back of his hand. Just like……………The Princess.!

“Holy shit!” Bill, uttered aloud. Holy shit!

Getting in his Dodge Wayfarer, Bill made a beeline for the San Francisco public library. He wanted as much information of Prince Peter he could. When he he got there, he spotted the Bogarts huddled in a corner in front of a pile of books…..on hypnotherapy! Lauren was taking puffs on a cigarette she hid under the table. She was being the quintessential Bad Girl. Bill tried to hide the giant crush he had on her, but, he wore it on his sleeve. He was blushing when he approached these has-beens.

After co-starring in The Harder they Fall, Bogie’s career was washed up. He was accused of taking a creative dive. His co-star looked at him like a freak, and it showed on the silver screen. He was hunched over and bedraggled. Peter Falk resurrected this look for the Colombo series.

BILL: “What’s up, Bogie?” he asked and avoided making eye contact wit Lauren, lest his old case of stuttering come back.

BOGIE: Say Bill. Good to see ya. I’m studying for a role in a novel ‘The Hypnotic Private Eye’, Have you heard of it? I’m playing a gumshoe, like you. They want me for the role of this old eccentric who has all these pet white rats running around his house. I hate rats! They are a dirty animals.

LAUREN” Yeah, dirty rats. I hate them, too. Is that a gun in your pocket, Bill, or, are you just happy to see me?

BILL: Humma! Huma-huama! Haumma!”

LAUREN: Thanks for asking Bill, but I’m still in love with Bogie, and, I’m doing some research on Freud. Do you know anything about Freud?


Jon Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.

Woodfield, on the other hand, had some intriguing things to say about the production, mentioning that Bergerac was not his choice for Desmond – Pedro Armendariz was his first pick. Armendariz wasn’t available though so Bergerac got the part and Lawrence Lipton and Eric “Big Daddy” Nord were hired for small bits to lure in the younger Beat audience. His own opinion of the film is not very favorable: “It was cast badly, and it wasn’t a very good movie by any stretch of the imagination [laughs]. I went on to do better things. This was an early, quick effort. I must tell you, I never took it very seriously, it was all just sort of a lark. The funny part about the movie is that a little magazine called Films in Review, a publication of the National Board of Review, listed at the end of each year the Best Films of the Year on the back page. And among the best films that year was The Hypnotic Eye [laughs] — I couldn’t f**kin’ believe it! That and Ben-Hur! I can’t figure that out. I’m not ashamed of The Hypnotic Eye. I’m not proud of it either. But I want to tell you something: Most people never make a movie. And this came out of probably the most wacko [idea for] making a movie in the world.”

m: “Acid-Burned Beauty Found Unconscious.”

While Mr. Woodfield made a lucrative but relatively unknown career in screenwriting, he became most famous as a photographer. He took many portraits of film stars, such asElizabeth Taylor and Jayne Mansfield, for such magazines as “Life”, “Esquire” and “Playboy”. His most noted work was a series of nude photos of Marilyn Monroe, taken on the set of her umcompleted film, Something’s Got to Give (1962). In addition to writing and photography, Mr. Woodfield was an ardent magician. He acted as magic coordinator on the TV show, Mission: Impossible (1966), and founded the magic magazine, “Magicana”.

Eric Nord (1919–1989), also known as Eric “Big Daddy” Nord, was a Beat Generation-era nightclub owner, poet, actor, and hipster. Newspaper columnist Herb Caen called him the “king of the Beat Generation.” Corpulent, standing 6 feet 7 inches tall, Nord was the face of the Beat generation to San Francisco and Los Angeles newspaper readers in the late 1950s and the founder of thehungry i nightclub.

Nord was born Harry Helmuth Pastor in Krefeld, Germany to Dorothea, an American, and Carl Theodore Pastor, a German. As a child, he often accompanied his father on business trips to the United States. His parents divorced in 1920, and when he was 15, he left Germany in 1938. He studied acting in Los Angeles and took the stage name of Eric Nord. In 1942 or 1943, shortly after his arrival in San Francisco, he met and married Mary Hollister with whom he had three or four children, including Carl Paul Pastor. However, Mary left him within a few years.

In the early 1950s, Nord sometimes worked at the Co-Existence Bagel Shop (the self-described “Gateway to Beatnik Land”), a popular hangout in North Beach. (in Bagel Shop Jazz, the poet Bob Kaufman called its patrons “…shadow people…mulberry-eyed girls in black stockings, smelling vaguely of mint jelly…turtle neck angel guys…”). In 1950, Nord rented a basement in North beach where he and a growing number of young people, aspiring beatniks, hung out. He called the place the “hungry i” nightclub. Enrico Banducci later took over club and it became the cradle of stand-up comedy.

In June 1958, on orders from San Francisco mayor George Christopher to crack down on drug use and delinquency in North Beach, San Francisco police raided Nord’s Party Pad club and arrested him for operating a public dance without a license. Later that summer, on August 8, in an article titled “Schoolgirl Lost in Beatnik Land”, San Francisco Chronicle readers learned that two high school girls in Eric “Big Daddy” Nord’s production of Archy and mehitabel had disappeared after the previous night’s performance. Chronicle readers learned how Nord and another man had taken the girls on a car trip. Nord, driving his Oldsmobileat the end of a beatnik procession, saying his interest in the girls was only fatherly, turned himself in at the Hall of Justice. His much-publicized trial ended in December, when he was fined $300 and given three years’ probation. Said the presiding judge, “You and your friends in Beatnikland emphasize your unusual ways to give an impression that you have talent, ability and stature, when actually a person looking into you finds no talent at all.” Later, the same judge overturned his own verdict.

After his 1958 trial, Nord declared bankruptcy, moved to Venice in Southern California, and, putting his entrepreneurial ability to good use, started The Gas House, a café that soon became popular with Los Angeles beatniks and poets, who read their work alongside Nord. The Gas House was used as the setting for a cult horror filmcalled The Hypnotic Eye (1960) that featured Nord as a bongo-playing beatnik. The role helped to launch Nord’s brief film career.

In the mid-1960s, Nord returned to Northern California, where, in Scotts Valley, he converted a barn into a psychedelic night club that catered to hippies and was the scene of some of Ken Kesey‘s happenings. In the early 1970s, he operated a “cultural center” in San Francisco’s Haight Ashbury neighborhood. In 1972 Nord appeared as the character ‘God’ in a San Francisco underground photo-comic titled ‘SuperJesus’ now rated an underground comix classic. He moved to Los Gatos in 1975 and remained there until his death in 1989.

Macumba (Portuguese pronunciation: [maˈkũᵐbɐ]) is a word meaning both “a musical instrument” and “magic”. It was the name used for all non-Abrahamic religious practices in Brazil during the 19th century. In the 20th century, these practices re-aligned themselves into what are now called Umbanda and Quimbanda. The term “macumba” became common in Brazil and it is used by non-practitioners as a pejorative term meaning “witchcraft”.

Macumba is practiced in BrazilArgentinaParaguay and Uruguay. There appears to be a relationship with the concept of the Boto (the fresh-water porpoise found in the Amazonas River and its tributaries) having shape-shifting abilities and then while in the form of a human male having sexual relations with young women. This belief was noted in several Indigenous American villages along the Amazonas (Solimões) River, Rio Negro, and Rio Japurá.

Macumba is widely practiced throughout the Southern Cone. Many practitioners continue to practice their traditional religions (Christianity, Islam, Judaism, etc.) but also practice Macumba.

Some practitioners purport to use Macumba to inflict harm, financial failure, illness, death, etc. on other people for various reasons. Commonly, a Macumba spiritual leader will ask for a picture of the person on whom retribution is sought, with the name of the person written on the back of the picture.

This has to be one of the funniest whacked out pictures ever made! Not intentionally, of course. It’s supposed to be a mystery, but unless you’re below the age of five and are still baffled by “Scooby-Doo,” you’re bound to catch on early. In fact, it takes longer to figure out what’s going on than who’s responsible!

The film starts out with a woman who sets her hair on fire by sticking her head over a burner on her stove. She stands up and screams, and some very fake-looking “flames” dance upon her head.

Cut to a scene of an ambulance. You know, in case you didn’t know that setting your hair on fire is in fact very very bad for you. This gives the film time to announce the title (“THE HYPNOTIC EYE!”) and the cast of characters. “Lawrence Lipkin” as “King of the Beatniks.” Hmm…isn’t 1960 a little late for the beatnik crowd? The ambulance/credits scene reminds one of “The Naked Gun”…remember, though, these guys were trying to be serious!

So our little play gets underway soon enough. A couple of dippy couples — Steve, Marcia, Dodie, and Philip go to see the renowed Desmond the hypnotist, who is at least township-wide famous, if not county-wide. Desmond does lots of silly party-trick hypnotic acts and seems harmless enough. He calls Dodie to the stage, where he brings out THE HYPNOTIC EYE! We don’t see this, though. Instead, we see Dodie fall into a trance, and Desmond whispers in her ear (hmmm), and then some more party tricks. Everyone enjoys the show.

So the wanna-be Scooby gang is heading home, when suddenly Dodie stops and announces that she’s not coming along. As in “Hey, we’re in the alley behind the theater, and there’s really nothing here, but hey guys, I have to go in the opposite direction now. Don’t worry, I’ll catch a cab home! Bye!” Of course, the gang is completely fooled by Dodie’s clever lie. After they leave, we see that what stopped Dodie in her tracks was a picture of — gasp — Desmond!

Later, in her apartment, Dodie tries to wash her face with acid or something. And, in case you didn’t realize it, WASHING YOUR FACE WITH ACID IS VERY VERY BAD FOR YOU. Of course, she ends up in the hospital. Apparently this must be the “women with bizarre and rather traumatic head wounds” hospital, because this is the same place where they sent the woman with the burned hair, as well as a woman who stuck her face into a fan. Hey! Could something weird be happening? Maybe it has something to do with THE HYPNOTIC EYE?

Well, in this city, it’s best not to turn to the police for help. Steve, who’s a detective, is just baffled. Philip, who’s a doctor, is also baffled. Dodie has no memory of washing her face with acid, or going to see Desmond. And, surprisingly, none of the other women remember mangling themselves, and, no, they didn’t go to see Desmond. Even though one of them has a “Desmond” balloon as a momento. See? He’s got to be famous if he has merchandising!

Hmm. They all went to see Desmond, the hypnotist. And they all remember nothing. And he’s a hypnotist. And they REMEMBER NOTHING. Yup, I’d be baffled, too.

Well to be fair, they do sort of suspect Desmond. So of course, in the tradition of not-yet-invented 1970s TV, they decide to go undercover. Well, Marcia does. At Desmond’s next show, she manages to get picked by Desmond and his mean-looking assistant, Justine (the 50-foot woman herself, Allison Hayes! — not 50-feet tall here).

On stage, Desmond lines her up like he did Dodie, and then produces…dum dum dum…THE HYPNOTIC EYE! Poor Marcia blinks, hovers, then falls into a trance! He whispers in her ear! Oh no!

Now this is the point where we finally get to see THE HYPNOTIC EYE, and, well, it’s a strobe light. That’s it, just a hand-held strobe light. The great Desmond’s entire career is based on a cheap toy from Radio Shack. Is this a master magician? Do you think David whats-his-name-that’s-married-to-supermodel walks into the local “Best Buy” at the mall and says “Hey, I’m here to pick up some supplies!”? What other magician’s tricks lie on the shelves of Radio Shack? The cheap, knock-off RC cars? The overseas voltage converters?

So Marcia goes home and tells boyfriend Steve and Dr. Philip what happened. Seems that when she blinked and wavered, she almost fell under THE HYPNOTIC EYE’S power but managed to stay strong, then pretended to fall asleep. So she heard what Desmond whispered to her…something about meeting him in his dressing room at some later time. So, of course, she’s going to go. Isn’t that what the Scooby Gang would do?

Philip says something funny here, which makes no sense at all of course. When Marcia reveals that THE HYPNOTIC EYE is just a strobe light, he declares that it’s the most dangerous thing ever in the history of mankind. Well, not that bad, but he seems overly concerned. The others nod, and probably think to themselves, “Geez, Doc Philip has LOST HIS MIND! Better get a new friend, fast!” Then they ignore him.

So brave and plucky Marcia goes to see Desmond. He’s off-camera, in another room, and Marcia takes the chance to poke around. There’s a box on the desk — she opens it to find THE HYPNOTIC EYE! This time, she can’t resist! Now, for some bizarre reason, Desmond is in the other room saying things like, “You’re getting sleepy,” and other hypnotic phrases that, luckily, help put the whammy on Marcia. But she’s supposed to be under his spell already! Does he just practice these phrases at odd moments? In the dressing room, on the bus, in the library, in the checkout counter…you gotta wonder. He comes out, finally, and finds Marcia asleep at the desk. So he tells her to act if she’s awake, and she pops up, plucky and brave as ever. So they go out for some dinner and dancing.

It’s a good thing Marcia is hypnotized, because Desmond takes her to some by-the-pier dump that no man would take a date if he ever wanted to see her again. Does Desmond take all the girls here?

Hey! Look! It’s Lawrence Lipton, the KING OF THE BEATNIKS! He and his bongo drummer beat out a freaky tune, man, some jive about TV or something, you know? Oh man, he’s a cube, man, a real flat tire, he’s putting us on the train to Squareville! Why is he there? Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe the producers said to themselves, “Hey, we need a way to make this film seem dated before it even comes out!”

Well, after a wild night of dinner, dancing, and mind control, Desmond and his new squeeze return to her apartment. Soon after, Justine shows up! Meaner than ever! Even hypnotized, robo-Marcia is scared! “Stay asleep,” Justine commands, and Marcia does so, even though she was hypnotized by Desmond and not Justine. Maybe Justine is just that scary? Possibly.

In a shocking turn of events we find out that it’s Justine who wants these girls in the “women with bizarre and rather traumatic head wounds” hospital, because she takes Marcia into the bathroom and cranks the shower up until it’s scalding hot and orders her to get in.

Luckily Steve blunders his way into the apartment. Desmond gets the slip, but Justine and Marcia are trapped inside the bathroom.

Hope you’re not getting popcorn now, for here cometh the best line in the movie. Justine turns off the shower and commands Marcia to go greet Steve. To cover for herself, she tells Marcia that she is an old roommate who just stopped in. This seemed plausible to me, except for: (A) It’s late at night, and (B) Marcia is in a bathrobe.

But quick-witted Steve isn’t falling for that. Justine wisely makes a quick exit. When Steve asks who she was, Marcia obediently tells him that it was an old roommate.

“But Marcia, you went to public schools!” he says. Oh, right. What am I thinking? College? For a GIRL? Of course a roommate would be an old boarding school roomate. Girls don’t go to college! At least, when you’re making a movie about beautiful women being turned into the mindless slaves of an ugly guy, they don’t.

Well even Marcia is rattled by Steve’s indestructible logic, and she breaks the spell. So now they have solved the mystery! And it only took Steve the near deaths of two of his friends to solve the case! Get this man a medal! Now all they have to do is round up Desmond and Justine.

Of course, having just escaped from the law and having failed to dispose of their victim or properly erase her memory, our criminal couple decide to…put on a show as usual! Nothing can stop the county-famous Desmond! He’s got balloons to peddle, you know, and Wednesday is always the hot night at the beatnik-bongo-dockside club.

So Steve and crazy Dr. Philip go to catch Desmond. And for reasons never explained, Marcia is still under Desmond’s spell. When Steve looks for her, she’s gone, and we see her waiting attentively in the theater (home of Desmond and THE HYPNOTIC EYE).

During the performance, Desmond tries out his tricks on the audience. I guess this was part of the days of gimmicky cinema (like “The Tingler” and other audience-participation films) because Desmond is looking right into the camera, as if he were talking to you and me. He tells us that we can’t pull our fingers apart and other silly party tricks. “You cannot! YOU CANNOT!” he tells us, although I could. Just fine, thank you.

Then, again for unexplained reasons, Desmond whips out the trusty EYE. “Look! Look into THE HYPNOTIC EYE!” he says, turning that annoying strobe light towards the camera. Yes…I am getting sleepy…no, that’s just eyestrain from the pesky flashing. Apparently a woman in the film audience feels it too, because she screams, and panic breaks out as people flee the minor annoyance that is THE HYPNOTIC EYE!

Things move pretty quickly now. There’s a catwalk-level showdown involving our heroes, Desmond, Justine, and the semi-hypnotized Marcia. We discover still more shocking truths about Justine — she’s not just his assistant, she’s Mrs. Desmond! (And all this time, he’s been cheating on her with semi-awake younger women!) AND, she was horribly disfigured. Now, as we all know from Disney films, having a scar of some sort makes you an evil madman, and this is proven once again by crazy Justine. See, she made Desmond disfigure all of those women so that she could be the most beautiful woman in the world again. Keep in mind that (A) Justine is wearing such excellent makeup that we never know of her disfigurement until the movie’s end; (B) she’s still billed and recognized as “the beautiful assistant;” and (C) there are still millions of women to go, and Desmond only has one show per night.

Mean old Justine gets what’s coming to her, if death was what was coming to her, because, well, that’s what she gets. Our heroes save the day and rescue plucky Marcia, who somehow in all this confusion had gotten herself in a precarious position.

So Desmond, you have the power of THE HYPNOTIC EYE, and your wife is telling you to make pretty women hurt themselves? Hey, here’s a clue — next time, show your wife THE HYPNOTIC EYE, and command her to stop bothering you about pretty women!

And so, with that lesson left unlearned, our play comes to an end.

Scenes to watch for: Woman with hair on “fire”; crazy Dr. Phil talks wildly about the incredible dangers of THE HYPNOTIC EYE; and, of course, all of the scenes involving THE HYPNOTIC EYE!

Best line: The roommate stuff. Has to be seen in context to be fully appreciated!

While Mr. Woodfield made a lucrative but relatively unknown career in screenwriting, he became most famous as a photographer. He took many portraits of film stars, such asElizabeth Taylor and Jayne Mansfield, for such magazines as “Life”, “Esquire” and “Playboy”. His most noted work was a series of nude photos of Marilyn Monroe, taken on the set of her umcompleted film, Something’s Got to Give (1962). In addition to writing and photography, Mr. Woodfield was an ardent magician. He acted as magic coordinator on the TV show, Mission: Impossible (1966), and founded the magic magazine, “Magicana”.

The Hypnotic Eye (1960) is a horror film, released by Allied Artists on February 27, 1960, starring Jacques Bergerac,Allison HayesMerry AndersEric “Big Daddy” Nord, and Ferdinand Demara, billed as “Fred Demara”.[1]

Mysterious hypnotist Desmond (Jacques Bergerac) comes to town to present his act, just as a series of women gruesomely disfigure themselves, apparently while in a trance. A local doctor and a detective try to find the reason.

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Wolf Stuttmeister vs. Wolf Larsen

Wolf Stuttmeister may become a book. One reason I wanted to ground him in reality in Belmont was to get off of Wolf Island where I have been a psychological prisoner my whole life. When I showed Mark Gall my post on Ludwig, he suggested I might come up with a brilliant philosophy, something he may have been dreaming of his whole life, because he majored in psychology at Harvard and UC Berkeley.

“What is your philiophy Mr. Presco?

“To get off Wolf Island! Whatever it fucking takes!”

The Philosopher Detective

Posted on February 9, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

Capturing Beauty


John Presco

Copyright 2021

Above is a photo of Austrian Philosopher, Ludwig Wittgenstein, who studied the Black Mack Writers and other authors of Detective novels. He was fascinated with Norbert Davis who was a friend of my grandparents – who have redeemed THEIR family from beyond the grave. I am the head of my family. Here is a movie about Ludwig. In this scene he is attending a movie based on detective writers like Dashiell Hammet and Erle Stanley Gardener who were friends of Royal Rosamond.

Wittgenstein – Derek Jarman (1993).avi – YouTube

Wittgenstein: Philosophical discussion in Cambridge – Part 1 – YouTube

Sea Wolf Island

Posted on February 11, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

Red Rock Island, San Francisco Bay

Shanghaied – Kidnapped to Sea Wolf Island

A Philosophical Business Adventure and Reality School Show


John Presco

Copyright 2020

Learn The Hard Way

Simulated Violence – No Children Allowed

As a historian, I am amazed what my ancestors did, and everyone’s kinfolk. Most of them had only the Bible to read, and use as a reference, to see if they are doing things the right way. Everything’s in the Bible. Jack London looked to Nietzsche and Spencer, for a newer clue. His Sea Wolf is about new adventures. Has the world run out of them?

EXTRA! Three hours after I posted this, I am sitting in Burger King watching a trailer for London’s ‘Call of the Wild’. I have seen other humans for days. Last evening I’m talking with Casey Farrell (Spooky Noodles) on Irving Street in San Francisco, about the Topical Merry-Go-Round, how there exist only so many Great American Stories – and they’re all due to come around again. Perhaps it’s because we are Old Timers, now, or, we have acquired ‘The Wisdom of Solomon’  we have the sight. And, we agreed to split the gold of one of us strikes it rich. Which is saying, we don’t have much time left to strike it rich – and spend it if we do!

We are such a young nation and culture. China, Japan, Russia, are very interested in what’s going down here. Once the reign of ‘The Stable Genius’ is over, I believe all us Americans are going to enjoy an incredible renaissance!

In the top photo is Lilian and Dick, Rosemary and Vic. My uncle flew around sixty missions over Germany in a bomber. He had a huge scar up his neck and across his chin from a piece of shrapnel. This is like a Heidelberg Dueling Scar. My father served on a Merchant ship up in the Elutians. He claims a Eskimo Chief offered him his daughter after he gave him  knife. When these two Veterans got in the same room, they exchanged wars stories for hours, off by themselves, they making them all fresh, lest they forget.


Yesterday, I discovered Red Rock Island is for sale. How perfect, because there remains one last great adventure Out West. Have you ever wanted to be shanghaied (simulated) while enjoying a cocktail in Sam’s Anchor Café, then taken to an island and held captive by a megalomaniac, a despot, who has absolute control over you – a real man -who crams his philosophy of life down your throat?  And you better swallow it, or things will go bad for you…….Very bad!

Well, apparently millions of Americans want to do just this.  But, do they really know what they are getting themselves into? Is there a School of Abuse that can prepare our young for what lie ahead? According to the hired Rosamond Ghost Writer, if you were a child of Victor William Presco (who I call ‘Captain Victim’) you have a fifty-fifty chance of becoming a gifted artist if you were his child, and, you were severely abused by him! You can’t get these odds in a expensive Art School. Send them to Presco’s Pre-School of Hard-knocks, and save a ton of money!

Jack London’s  ‘The Sea Wolf’ will be used as a guide. My uncle, Jim Bigalow, owned Sam’s in Tiberon, and Crucheon’s in Berkeley where he hung a painting allegedly done by Walter Keene. It was a blonde woman standing by a old white shack. Jim had the Keenes over for dinner at his home in the Marina. Female artist wannabes can feel doubly oppressed, when in Sam’s appear Larsen’s crew. They throw gunny sacks over the heads of our Victim’s, then herd them down a gangplank. Our captives have to wade ashore before the bags are removed. They will see the lights from the bridge. So close to civilization, yet, so far away. The movie ‘Big Eyes’ will be shown how willing people are t give up their free will, and allow a Abuser to control their souls.

Ruled By Bohemian Boy Lumpers

Posted on May 28, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press


My brother and I were raised under two systems. The Roman Mafia Slave & Crime Consortium, and The Sacred Rosy Prostitute and Defiant Wife Conglomerate. Study the photograph above. Mark, Christine, and I have just been told our mother is making porno movies for Big Bones Remmer, and is a part-time prostitute for the Mafia Boss. We are told to be extra good, or, we will be taken from Rosemary and put up for adoption. We will be separated by a Judge. This did not happen till after Christine somehow, drowned, and the Judge Silver appointed Sydney Morris, who secretly blessed the affair Vicki Presco was having with her brother-in-law, Garth Benton, that I suspect Christine discovered during her divorce, and threatened to disown Vicki as a sibling. Whatever!

Garth was an artist, and he was sticking it to his sister-in-law, thus Vicki believed she was a member of the art community. I conclude she is a whore, like her mother. But, that can’t be all that bad because some scholars believe Jesus was born of a whore and Roman general. Victor had dreams of being a Roman general when he was a teenager. Here he is doing an impression of Caligula with his granddaughter, Shannon after Little Victor brought her father back into the fold because he was paying extra special attention to her, and bribing her with money and toys – even candy! There is The Piata, and the The Rosy Betrayal of  Poor Papa! Vicki was Victors – Cheerleader! Vic gave up his chance to be tough like his sons when he chose to be a coward and a child molester.

“Come! Let us pity him someone!” Note the statue of Saint Francis.


On the wall is my watercolor that was chosen to tour the world in a Red Cross show. This was quite an honor – a Family Honor! Our house is filled with family antiques. When you are disgraced, demeaned, and defiled at every turn, this recognition can change the dynamics of a family that is on the brink of destruction. No sooner did Rosemary drive Little Caesar out of our life with a knife, then, reality set in. His children were now her children – alone! Would he give us child support, or, would he continue to Ply Barflies For Pity? Would the Souza Brothers continue to get the Lion’s Share of King Victor’s earnings in our father’s need to outdo his father?

Then there were Rosemary’s sons who were entering their pubescence. Holy shit! What is that going to be like – without a father! Our mother was scared! Would we hate her for getting rid of our Father Figure? What father figure? A year before he died I asked Vic why he was so mean to his sons.

“Who was your role model, if he didn’t have one?”

“Wolf Larsen. He was my role model when I was a teenager. I wanted you and Mark to grow up tough.”

Mark and I were tough. Our peers did not fuck with us. We were very strong, and not just in a muscular way. We were Lumpers in Oakland’s Produce Market. See these hand carts? A grown Lumper will stack crates and boxes, to the top. Vic would let us get away with one box less. He got dirty looks from the Italian produce guys – and their grown sons – as my brother and I struggled with our load at eight and nine. It was an insane scene! Grown men wanted to punch Vic’s lights out. Now if this was a movie set?

“Cut! You boys need a rest. Help yourself to all the donuts and soft drinks!”


Mark and I raised our sisters with the help of our best friends, Bill Arnold, and Rick Young. We hardly saw Rosemary, even on the weekend. On Saturday morning The Children woke up and we made pancakes. Here is a list of  The Children and our friends who often spent the night. Our home was a safe and creative haven for children. It was a Commune.

Mark Presco. Greg Presco. Christine Presco. Vicki Presco. Rick Young. Bill Arnold. Sue Garnick. Linda Johnson.

There was never enough money for food, light bulbs, shoe polish, soap, meat, ect. When we four boys would go shopping with Rosemary, we stuffed all we could in our specially sewn pockets. Bill and Rick would ask Rosemary what she needed, and, off they would go to break the law. We were great Shoplifters. We called ourselves Ma Barker and her Boys. How dare Vicki work Vic for extra goodies! She worked his mother, too.

Mark almost got it right when he came out with his webpage. But, he too couldn’t tell the truth about that painting on the wall, that always impressed Christine, who did not take up art until she was twenty-four. She told me;

“I owe my success to you – Brother Lumper!”

Mark and I were paid a dollar a day which was put in the bank. No sooner out the door, did King Victor go to the bank and empty his sons accounts of about $800 dollars. The great experiment was over. You can’t raise your boys on a tale written by a Bohemian Co-Founder of the Carmel Art Community.

I never saw a dime from Rosamond’s art. Vicki lured my child away from me. When Rosemary got arrested, she skiddaddled down to LA and left us in charge of an old crone that had brain damage. She looked just like a witch. She would come over after school was out, open a cold can of pork and beans. and sit with us as we watched Charley and Humpfrey. When it was nine, she got up and turned off the T.V. and ordered us to bed. We got up, unplugged our television, and took it upstairs. She would sit on that couch-bed eating her beans, staring at where the T.V. was for three months till Rosemary came and got us. She was struggling. She considered disappearing from our lives, and pursuing her dreams she forsake for Victor.

Rosemary and her family didn’t know we were sitting on a Bohemian Gold Mine. The world wanted our story – long before Christine Rosamond Benton became famous! They still do, but, I own it……….The Last of the Red Hot Bohemians! I got a bio that real artists would kill for! Read ‘Lust For Life’. The number one best seller is ‘The Bible’. It is full of horror stories, and men who have missed the mark and gone astray. Both books of the Bible are about ‘The Return of the Prodigal Son’. Why is that?

Jon Presco

Copyright 2016


There is a cave on Sea Wolf Island, that Larsen’s Lackey’s will stay in the first two day. On the third day, tents are set up on the beach, and the cave is turned into a jail. Rebels will be lowered from a rope to scrub the graffiti away.

Spencer will be required reading, as is Rosamond’s bio. There will be discussions around the campfire about how the hell did Captain Vic’s famous daughter end up in the sea. Vic drilled water safety into us.

There will be two  Art Schools of Cruelty down in L.A. Knight Templars will kidnap students and take them to Santa Rosa Island where members of the Black Mask camped with my grandfather, Royal Rosamond. Hammett’s ‘The Maltese Falcon’ will be discussed, and the Film Noir of Raymond Chandler. One will learn how t get themselves in and out of real trouble so they will own a real palette to work from.

There will be an All Woman’s Class at the Scary Dairy located on the grounds of the Camarillo State Mental Hospital where Rosemary claimed she had a scholarship. This is a week long course that ends with the faux crucifixion of a woman named Susan. You will receive a diploma.

To you father’s out there….Is your child turning into a Sensitive Snowflake, and a habitual liar? Time to take them to Sam’s, and buy them a slow-gin fizz! Captain Larsen will straighten their sorry-ass out. Who will be the next great artist and writer to emerge from the ranks of the thoroughly abused?

“I was peeling potatoes.  He picked one up from the pan.  It was fair-sized, firm, and unpeeled.  He closed his hand upon it, squeezed, and the potato squirted out between his fingers in mushy streams.  The pulpy remnant he dropped back into the pan and turned away, and I had a sharp vision of how it might have fared with me had the monster put his real strength upon me.

“Well, in a way there has come to be a sort of connection,” I answered unsurprised by this time at such gaps in his vocabulary, which, like his knowledge, was the acquirement of a self-read, self-educated man, whom no one had directed in his studies, and who had thought much and talked little or not at all.  “An altruistic act is an act performed for the welfare of others.  It is unselfish, as opposed to an act performed for self, which is selfish.”

He nodded his head.  “Oh, yes, I remember it now.  I ran across it in Spencer.”

“Spencer!” I cried.  “Have you read him?”

Red Rock Island (variously known as Moleta,[1] Molate Rock,[2] and Golden Rock[2]) is an uninhabited, 5.8-acre (2.3 ha) island in the San Francisco Bay located just south of the Richmond–San Rafael Bridge.[3] The property is the only privately owned island in San Francisco Bay.[3] The boundaries of three counties – San FranciscoMarin and Contra Costa – converge on this high rock.[4] The San Francisco County portion is an incorporated part of the city of San Francisco since it is a consolidated city-county; the Contra Costa portion (most of the island) is incorporated inside the city limits of Richmond.[5]

Abandoned Coast Guard fog bell on southern point of island

The mountain of bright red earth and rock is 500 ft (150 m) across from east to west, 750 ft (230 m) from north and south, and rises out of the bay to a height of 151 ft (46 m).[1] It is surrounded by some of the deepest water in the North Bay – 60 ft (18 m) deep.



Selim E. Woodworth was the first owner and resident of Red Rock Island, where he built a cabin and maintained a hunting preserve.[6][7][8] The island was once mined for manganese. It was privately purchased in the 1920s. After a series of owners, David Glickman, at the time a San Francisco attorney and part-time real estate buyer, purchased the island in 1964 for US$49,500.[3]

In the 1980s, a plan was proposed (but never implemented) to remove the top half of the island (which would be sold for highway roadbed construction). The island would then be developed with a 10-story hotel and casino, and a yacht harbor on the lee (north) side. Water and power would be provided from lines connected to the San Rafael Bridge.[9]

In June 2007, Glickman, now a gem dealer in Thailand, announced that Red Rock Island was for sale for US$10 million. He had previously attempted to sell the island in 2001, including to the California Department of Fish and Game.[10] No conservation groups or agencies have so far expressed interest in buying the island, though some have considered it.[3]

In early 2012, the island was listed with a realtor at a price of US$5 million.[11][12] As of December 2018, the island was owned by Brock Durning, who refused to say whether it was for sale.[4]

The island is mentioned and described as “Blue Island” in the novel The Circle by Dave Eggers.[13] 

There are more than a dozen islands in San Francisco Bay, but only one of them is privately owned.

That would be Red Rock Island, which you can see while crossing the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge between the East Bay and Marin County. It’s about 6 acres of mostly orange-red rock with some shrubs and pine trees scattered across it, and the highest point is less than 200 feet.

Eve Kearney has wondered about the island ever since she dreamed of shooting music videos on it in college. She wants to know: Is it for sale, and what’s its history?


Legend has it that pirates hid treasure on the island, though it’s never been discovered. In the early 1800s, Russian fur traders used it as a campsite while killing Bay Area otters.

In the 1850s, the island got its first and only resident, Selim Woodworth, who built a cabin there.

Fast forward to 1964, when Red Rock Island was purchased by San Francisco attorney David Glickman for just under $50,000. He had dreams of turning it into a destination hotel, but those dreams never came to fruition because Glickman moved to Thailand and got a taste for the gem trade

Soon after, Glickman’s acquaintance, Mack Durning, acquired at least part of the island. Durning didn’t do much with it except visiting occasionally with his sons.

Over the years, other buyers showed interest. The most notorious potential owner was Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, a controversial guru with a commune in Oregon and now the subject of a popular Netflix series, “Wild Wild Country.” His followers are most famous for poisoning salad bars with salmonella. The island deal fell through when Rajneesh was deported.

In 2007, Glickman and Durning tried selling the island for $10 million, but nobody bought it. The island was still on the market when Glickman died in 2011.

In 2012, Durning tried selling it for $22 million. But a few months later, he slashed the price to $9 million. His real estate agent said there were interested buyers, but before the island could be sold, Durning also died.

A Private Island For Purchase?

Today the island is owned by Durning’s son, Brock Durning. Reached by phone in Alaska, he confirmed that he owns the island, but he refused to say if it’s for sale or not.

The island is not publicly listed. However, both of Brock Durning’s parents said over the years that, for the right price, it is always for sale.

Eve Kearney, our question asker, said she’d like the island to be turned into either a wildlife sanctuary or a “Goonies” theme park.

“So us folks who grew up in the ’80s could visit it and relive the Goonies cave!”

There is one potential roadblock to Kearney’s plan: The island is split among three counties — Marin, San Francisco and Contra Costa. If she were to develop a theme park on the island, she might need to get approval from all three, which would be a planning nightmare.

“The horror of it drove me out on deck.  I was feeling sick and squeamish, and sat down on a bench.  In a hazy way I saw and heard men rushing and shouting as they strove to lower the boats.  It was just as I had read descriptions of such scenes in books.  The tackles jammed.  Nothing worked.  One boat lowered away with the plugs out, filled with women and children and then with water, and capsized.  Another boat had been lowered by one end, and still hung in the tackle by the other end, where it had been abandoned.  Nothing was to be seen of the strange steamboat which had caused the disaster, though I heard men saying that she would undoubtedly send boats to our assistance.

I descended to the lower deck.  The Martinez was sinking fast, for the water was very near.  Numbers of the passengers were leaping overboard.  Others, in the water, were clamouring to be taken aboard again.  No one heeded them.  A cry arose that we were sinking.  I was seized by the consequent panic, and went over the side in a surge of bodies.  How I went over I do not know, though I did know, and instantly, why those in the water were so desirous of getting back on the steamer.  The water was cold—so cold that it was painful.  The pang, as I plunged into it, was as quick and sharp as that of fire.  It bit to the marrow.  It was like the grip of death.  I gasped with the anguish and shock of it, filling my lungs before the life-preserver popped me to the surface.  The taste of the salt was strong in my mouth, and I was strangling with the acrid stuff in my throat and lungs.

But it was the cold that was most distressing.  I felt that I could survive but a few minutes.  People were struggling and floundering in the water about me.  I could hear them crying out to one another.  And I heard, also, the sound of oars.  Evidently the strange steamboat had lowered its boats.  As the time went by I marvelled that I was still alive.  I had no sensation whatever in my lower limbs, while a chilling numbness was wrapping about my heart and creeping into it.  Small waves, with spiteful foaming crests, continually broke over me and into my mouth, sending me off into more strangling paroxysms.

The noises grew indistinct, though I heard a final and despairing chorus of screams in the distance, and knew that the Martinez had gone down.  Later,—how much later I have no knowledge,—I came to myself with a start of fear.  I was alone.  I could hear no calls or cries—only the sound of the waves, made weirdly hollow and reverberant by the fog.  A panic in a crowd, which partakes of a sort of community of interest, is not so terrible as a panic when one is by oneself; and such a panic I now suffered.  Whither was I drifting?  The red-faced man had said that the tide was ebbing through the Golden Gate.  Was I, then, being carried out to sea?  And the life-preserver in which I floated?  Was it not liable to go to pieces at any moment?  I had heard of such things being made of paper and hollow rushes which quickly became saturated and lost all buoyancy.  And I could not swim a stroke.  And I was alone, floating, apparently, in the midst of a grey primordial vastness.  I confess that a madness seized me, that I shrieked aloud as the women had shrieked, and beat the water with my numb hands.

How long this lasted I have no conception, for a blankness intervened, of which I remember no more than one remembers of troubled and painful sleep.  When I aroused, it was as after centuries of time; and I saw, almost above me and emerging from the fog, the bow of a vessel, and three triangular sails, each shrewdly lapping the other and filled with wind.  Where the bow cut the water there was a great foaming and gurgling, and I seemed directly in its path.  I tried to cry out, but was too exhausted.  The bow plunged down, just missing me and sending a swash of water clear over my head.  Then the long, black side of the vessel began slipping past, so near that I could have touched it with my hands.  I tried to reach it, in a mad resolve to claw into the wood with my nails, but my arms were heavy and lifeless.  Again I strove to call out, but made no sound.

The stern of the vessel shot by, dropping, as it did so, into a hollow between the waves; and I caught a glimpse of a man standing at the wheel, and of another man who seemed to be doing little else than smoke a cigar.  I saw the smoke issuing from his lips as he slowly turned his head and glanced out over the water in my direction.  It was a careless, unpremeditated glance, one of those haphazard things men do when they have no immediate call to do anything in particular, but act because they are alive and must do something.

But life and death were in that glance.  I could see the vessel being swallowed up in the fog; I saw the back of the man at the wheel, and the head of the other man turning, slowly turning, as his gaze struck the water and casually lifted along it toward me.  His face wore an absent expression, as of deep thought, and I became afraid that if his eyes did light upon me he would nevertheless not see me.  But his eyes did light upon me, and looked squarely into mine; and he did see me, for he sprang to the wheel, thrusting the other man aside, and whirled it round and round, hand over hand, at the same time shouting orders of some sort.  The vessel seemed to go off at a tangent to its former course and leapt almost instantly from view into the fog.

I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness, and tried with all the power of my will to fight above the suffocating blankness and darkness that was rising around me.  A little later I heard the stroke of oars, growing nearer and nearer, and the calls of a man.  When he was very near I heard him crying, in vexed fashion, “Why in hell don’t you sing out?”  This meant me, I thought, and then the blankness and darkness rose over me.

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