Jez
04-16-2009, 03:26 PM
This is from A Playgoer's Memories by H.G. Hibbert [Grant Richard, 1920]
Nearly thirty years ago I dined with Henry Pettitt. We sat till a late hour; and then he jumped up, crying impulsively: "Let's go over to George Sims." I had not met Dagonet in the flesh. "All the more reason you should call," said Pettitt. We got a hansom, and drove to Regent's Park. Pettitt flung pebbles at the study window till Sims appeared at the front door, comfortably slippered, a short clay pipe in his mouth. We sat by the fire drinking gin and water, and talking of crime, until daylight. Sims had just secured a treasure - a carte de visite, as the little photographs of those days were called, of a woman murdered by the Ripper in Whitechapel, the quarters stitched together, the stitches picked out in red ink!
As it was a carte de visite, this was presumably a photograph of a victim taken in life. Are there any other references to this photograph?
Nearly thirty years ago I dined with Henry Pettitt. We sat till a late hour; and then he jumped up, crying impulsively: "Let's go over to George Sims." I had not met Dagonet in the flesh. "All the more reason you should call," said Pettitt. We got a hansom, and drove to Regent's Park. Pettitt flung pebbles at the study window till Sims appeared at the front door, comfortably slippered, a short clay pipe in his mouth. We sat by the fire drinking gin and water, and talking of crime, until daylight. Sims had just secured a treasure - a carte de visite, as the little photographs of those days were called, of a woman murdered by the Ripper in Whitechapel, the quarters stitched together, the stitches picked out in red ink!
As it was a carte de visite, this was presumably a photograph of a victim taken in life. Are there any other references to this photograph?