I woke up from my Old Man Nap – and my angel reminded me of the little device I bought to store my first blog on. I go to where it should be – and it’s there! Unfortunately, I can’t retrieve the photographs – as yet! I need help. I need a computer gal!

Joaquin Miller had dinner with the Rosettis and other Pre-Raphaelites who lived on Cheyne Walk. Was William Morris present? James Bond and his mother lived on Cheyne Walk in the Turner House. Joaquin wrote for Eugene’s first newspaper The Democratic Register Guard that is the source of the name for this Lost Bohemian Blog – that is now King of All Things Bohemian – especially the Bohemian Grover that two members of our Supreme Court – destroyed!

On Jan.30,2020 I composed and posted what may be the first Cowgirl Culture War between Rena Easton and myself, who wrote he her infamous letter – three years later – after I found her.

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The Bohemian Democratic Register

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Fucking the Cowgirl With Six Titties

They say every writer writes to some one special in their life. In Boston, I fucked women to Rena. I was angry because she took her incredibly sexy body out of my life, and then she show me the life-size nude sculpture of her boyfriend he was rendering in the art department when I came to visit her on the train. That is Molly Sims in the top photo, and that is Rena’s body – take off several pounds and years.

“This is war, you gorgeous Aries bitch!”

In 1972, Monday nights at Father’s Three was like catching tuna in a net. The bartenders handed out ten cent drink script on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday that could buy you a drink for a dime on Monday. It took me ten minutes to get up to the bar. I had to wade into a sea of hot chics, ten deep. I got to rub titties with the girls I would get to know later on. All I had to do is gaff them on my long pole, and haul them in my boat. It was easy pickens. Most of them were college students in their teens.

One evening I met two sisters. two pretty blondes from Wyoming. They were checking out Boston, and were going to go visit a childhood friend that was the Opaire for one of the great grandchildren of Gustav Swift, who founded the meat packing company. She lived in a huge mansion on Cape Cod not unlike the mansions we see above.

I took the sisters to my appartment on Anderson Street, and, we bunked the spare sister in the room of my neighbor, a black man who was a squatter, he not a true member of our cult. He would later rape my dear freind, a fifteen year old Roanoke Inidan, in the hall of the building I fought the Mafia for, but, for two days he restrained himself as I balled this beautiful cowgirl whose father owned one of the biggest cattle ranches in Wyoming! She told me she used to ride the line nude, lying atop her horse getting a suntan. She was an expert horseperson. She also had six titties.

When she got into my bed, I was treated to two ample breasts and four more nipples, three on each side. They were about the size of a man’s tittie. I was blown away. I asked her if they were all sensual. She said, some of them were.

“Which ones?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out!”

When we got to Cape Cod we hit the nude beach. There I am between two pretty blonde sisters, whose firm breasts are swaying back and forth as we walk nude down to the beach. These are real cowgirls! This was a snapshot, my Hallmark postcard I sent to Rena in Nebraska via the Astral Plane. I was their Hippie Trophy.

“Hey, check it out! She’s got not two, not four, but six titties! My new lover has a six pack – and she’s a real animal in bed! That’s more titties then you and your new boyfriend have – combined! Now, throw in the sister’s two titties – and mine – and that equals ten titties walking down the beach! Eat your hear out – bitch”

We arrived at the Swift mansion around four in the afternoon. I was blown away by the green lawn that went down to the sea. It was like a carpet, not a leaf on it. I met Mrs. Swift who had never talked to a Hippie before, because we do not travel in the same social circles. But, I had fucked this beautiful cowgirl here who helped raise the beef your old man stuffs in cans! I’m on the breeding end of your husband’s profit margin.

Suddenly – he’s home! His wife goes to the door in order to prepare him because he is as far right as you can go. He takes one look at me, and is fuming! I am his fucking enemy. I am the guy he kicks around and crucifies at the Mens’ club and the golf course! How the fuck did I get in his mansion. Where’s my security? And he wants to sleepin my house? Does this creep know Charlie Manson?

“What is this fucking hippie doing in my house!”

“No, it’s O.K. We’ve been talking for an hour. He is really a nice person, and very interesting.”

(He and his back radical friends are taking the Mafia to court)

“He’s quite harmless. I’ve invited him to stay the night.”

This guy was a little stewed, no doubt he coming from some Nixon fund raising ho-down. There were eleven guest bedooms in his house.

“The girls can stay, but I want that freak out of my house – now!”

(What about her? She’s got six titties?)

What a no-class asshole. I got up to leave, having no car or place to stay, and the sister’s got up with me. We walked out.

“I won’t stay in a house where my friend is not welcome!”

You go girl! Spoken like a real American!

This was my finest Bohemian Hour! The guy who may have had one dollar in his pocket, was worth more to these real cowgirls, then the dude who had a billion dollars in his bank!

Gustav Swift founded the YMCA known world-wide for its hospitality, and a song sung by a queer dressed like Molly Sims. There is justice in the world.

He was the second of three boys born to William Swift and Sally Crowell, descendants of British settlers who went to New England in the 17th century. The family (which included Gustavus’ brothers Noble and Edwin) lived and worked on a farm in the Cape Cod town of West Sandwich, Massachusetts (present-day Sagamore), where they raised and slaughtered cattle, sheep, and hog. This where he got the idea of packing meat.


A map of Barnstable County, Massachusetts dated 1890.

As a boy, Swift took little interest in his studies and consequently left the nearby country school after only eight years. During that period he was employed in a number of jobs, finally finding full-time work in his elder brother Noble’s butcher shop at the age of fourteen. Two years later, in 1855, he opened his own cattle and pork butchering business with the help of small loans from his family. Swift purchased livestock at the market in Brighton and drove them to Eastham, a ten-day journey. A shrewd businessman, he purportedly followed the somewhat common practice of denying his herds water during the last miles of the trip so that they would drink large quantities of liquid once they reached their final destination, effectively boosting their weights. Swift married Annie Maria Higgins of North Eastham in 1861. Over the years Annie gave birth to a total of eleven children, nine of whom reached adulthood. In 1862, Swift and his new bride opened a small butcher shop and slaughterhouse. Seven years later Gustavus and Annie moved the family to Brighton (near Boston), where in 1872 Swift became partner in a new venture, Hathaway and Swift. Swift and partner James A. Hathaway (a renowned Boston meat dealer) initially relocated the company to Albany, then almost immediately thereafter to Buffalo.
An astute cattle-buyer, Swift followed the market steadily westward. On his recommendation, Hathaway and Swift moved once more in 1875, this time to join the influx of meat packers setting up shop in Chicago‘s sprawling Union Stock Yards. Swift established himself as one of the dominant figures of “The Yards”, and his distinctive delivery wagons became familiar fixtures on Chicago’s streets. In 1878 his partnership with Hathaway dissolved and Swift Bros and Company was formed in partnership with younger brother Edwin. The company became a driving force in the Chicago meat packing industry, and was incorporated in 1885 as Swift & Co. with $300,000 in capital stock and Gustavus Swift as president. It is from this position that Swift led the way in revolutionizing how meat was processed, delivered, and sold.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustavus_Franklin_Swift

http://www.cheersboston.com/pub/

http://www.mapquest.com/maps?city=Boston&state=MA&address=84+Beacon+Street

Armour and Company was an Americanslaughterhouse and meatpacking company founded in Chicago, Illinois, in 1867 by the Armour brothers, led by Philip Danforth Armour. By 1880, the company was Chicago’s most important business and helped make the city and its Union Stock Yards the center of the American meatpacking industry. During the same period its facility in Omaha, Nebraska, boomed as well. That city’s meatpacking industry was the top in the nation in 1959. In the 1980s, the Armour brand was split between shelf-stable meat products and refrigerated meat products. Today each is owned by different entities (see below).

Gustavus Franklin Swift (June 24, 1839 – March 29, 1903) founded a meat-packing empire in the Midwest during the late 19th century, over which he presided until his death. He is credited with the development of the first practical ice-cooled railroad car which allowed his company to ship dressed meats to all parts of the country and even abroad, which ushered in the “era of cheap beef.” Swift pioneered the use of animal by-products for the manufacture of soap, glue, fertilizer, various types of sundries, and even medical products.

Swift donated large sums of money to such institutions as the University of Chicago, the Methodist Episcopal Church, and the Young Men’s Christian Association (YMCA). He established Northwestern University‘s “School of Oratory” in memory of his daughter, Annie May Swift, who died while a student there. When he died in 1903, his company was valued at between US$125 million and $135 million, and had a workforce that was more than 21,000 strong. “The House of Swift” slaughtered as many as two million cattle, four million hogs, and two million sheep a year. Three years after his death, the value of the company’s capital stock topped $250 million. He and his family are interred in a mausoleum in Mount Hope Cemetery in Chicago, IL.