
Luke survived in the wilderness with just his wits, his cunning, a few basic tools and the fact that he camped thirty-five feet from a Taco Bell.

Nineteen-year-old Ruth Steinhagen went to a Chicago Cubs game in 1947 and was never the same.
She became obsessed with Eddie Waitkus, the Cubs’ good looking, young first baseman. Ruth began to gather every bit of information she could on Waitkus. She sought out photos and newspaper clippings about him. Her room in her parents’ home became a shrine to the ball player. She insisted on setting a place for Waitkus at the family dinner table. When she learned that Waitkus was from Boston, she developed a taste for Boston baked beans. When she discovered that Waitkus was of Lithuanian descent, Ruth began studies to learn the Lithuanian language. Her worried parents sent her to a psychiatrist but her obsession did not diminish.
In the winter before the start of the 1949 season, Waitkus was traded to the Philadelphia Phillies.
On June 14, 1949, The Phillies came to Chicago to play the Cubs. Ruth booked a room at the Edgewater Beach Hotel, where she knew visiting teams would stay. After the game, she gave a bellboy a note to deliver to Waitkus. The note read:
Mr. Waitkus–
It’s extremely important that I see you as soon as possible
We’re not acquainted, but I have something of importance to speak to you about I think it would be to your advantage to let me explain to you
After insisting that she was leaving the hotel the next day and pressing the timeliness of the request, she concluded:
I realize this is a little out of the ordinary, but as I said, it’s rather important
Please, come soon. I won’t take up much of your time, I promise.
Waitkus found the note tacked to his 9th floor room when he returned from a dinner engagement. He read it and called Ruth’s room. She insisted that he come to her room and refused to discuss anything further on the phone. Waitkus thought he had a “hot honey” on the line and went right over to Ruth’s room.
He knocked on her 12th floor room and was invited in. Waitkus stood just inside the doorway and Ruth turned and opened a closet door, saying, “I have a surprise for you.” She spun around and pointed a .22 caliber rifle at Waitkus and shot him point-blank in the chest. She called the hotel’s front desk and reported, “I just shot a man.” She knelt by Waitkus, with his head cradled in her lap, until help arrived.
Ruth was arrested. When questioned, she said she “wanted to do something exciting” in her life. A medical evaluation found her mentally unstable and she was committed to the psychiatric facility at Kankakee State Hospital. Waitkus, who survived the shooting and wished to forget the entire incident, did not press charges. He returned to baseball and, in 1950, he was named “AP Comeback Player of the Year.” However, he experienced post-traumatic stress disorder and retired from play after the 1955 season.
Ruth was declared cured in 1952 and released. She faded into obscurity. She passed away in 2012 at the age of 83. Her death was reported by the press nearly three months after it occurred.
Ruth’s obsession with Eddie Waitkus was the inspiration for Bernard Malamud’s novel (and subsequent film), The Natural.

When Elizabeth Taylor, in the prime of her career, graced the silver screen…. it sizzled.

“Shift yer cargo, dearie, show ’em your larboard side!”
“We wants the redhead! We wants the redhead!”

Many decades before another pair of namesake sisters were grabbing headlines, there was conjoined twins Daisy and Violet Hilton. Born in the English coastal town of Brighton, Daisy and Violet were joined at the hips and buttocks. While they did share blood circulation, they shared no internal organs. Their mother, an unwed barmaid named Kate Skinner, sold her daughters to her employer, Mary Hilton, who saw exploitative dollar signs. Mary trained the girls to sing, dance and play musical instruments through a regimen of threats and physical abuse. Using the stage name “The United Twins,” Mary took the girls on tour through England, Germany, Australia, and eventually the United States, performing primarily in circus sideshows. Mary kept tight control on both the money and the sisters.
After Mary died, her husband continued the tour. In 1931, Daisy and Violet sued for their freedom and were awarded a settlement of $100,000. Soon afterwards, they were cast in Tod Browning‘s controversial film Freaks. They entered vaudeville, performing expertly on the saxophone and violin and often dressed differently to reflect their individuality. In 1951, they appeared in Chained for Life, a biopic loosely based on their lives.
They performed regularly into the 1960s. After a publicity appearance at a drive-in theater in Charlotte, North Carolina, they were abandoned by their tour manager. Left with no money or means of transportation, they were forced to find employment at a local grocery store.
In January 1969, they failed to report for work. Their boss at the grocery called the police. The sisters were discovered dead in their home, victims of Hong Kong flu, part of a pandemic that claimed over 33,000 lives in the United States. Investigation revealed that Daisy had died first and Violet passed several days later. They were 60 years old.

The Illustration Friday suggested topic this week is a bit strange. Although the website currently displays last week’s word “spark,” the actual topic is “gone fishing.” It seems that the guy who changes the weekly topic went on a week-long fishing trip and didn’t tell anybody the password or codeword or whatever to make the change…. and I quote:
Why hasn’t the weekly topic changed!? Well…
and I don’t have the keys to change the official topic. But that won’t get in my way. Read on.
Thomas James has gone fishing, on a much needed and much deserved week off from his fast-paced freelance life. That means a week off from a ringing cell phone, and a week off from our weekly topic.
That also means he won’t see this post until he gets back. So let’s have some fun, shall we?
If you’re like me and want to keep your Friday creative flow, use this as your topic:
GONE FISHINGAnd to sweeten the pot, whoever does the best job of including a likeness of Thomas (on the left above) into your image will get a free copy of my new art book when it prints next month.
So this is my interpretation of the photo above. I don’t care if I win the book.

Pascual Pérez wasn’t a great pitcher, but he certainly was an interesting one. After a brief stint with the Pittsburgh Pirates, Pascual was traded to the Atlanta Braves. He had two consecutive career seasons, winning fifteen games in 1983 and fourteen games in 1984, despite joining the team after an arrest in his native Dominican Republic for cocaine possession.
Pascual was a character on the field. Cutting quite a figure, with his gold chains and stylish Jheri-curls, he would often grind his baseballs into the dirt until sufficiently coated to his liking. He would rile opposing hitters by shooting them with an imaginary “finger gun,” as they stood at the plate. After an inning-ending strikeout, Pascual would run full speed to the dugout, as his team mates casually jogged in from their positions.
His unique “pick-off” move, keeping a runner from a potential stolen base, was legendary. Instead of sneaking a glance, as most pitchers are known to do, Pascual would bend over and eye the runner from between his legs. Sometimes, even throwing the ball to the fielder from between his legs. He also perfected the eephus pitch, a batter-baffling off-speed toss that was likened to the one used by Bugs Bunny against the Gashouse Gorillas in the cartoon Baseball Bugs.
His off-field antics were just as memorable. He missed a start in August 1982, when he got lost on Atlanta’s Interstate 285, a beltway that skirted Fulton County Stadium. He drove in circles for two hours looking for an exit ramp, until he eventually ran out of gas. He earned himself the nickname “Perimeter Pascual.”
He was released by the Braves and sat out the entire 1986 season. He joined the Montréal Expos midway through the ’87 season, where he threw a rain-shortened no-hitter in Philadelphia’s Veterans Stadium. Free agency brought Pascual to the New York Yankees. He never quite found his groove. After 17 starts and a losing record, a violation of league drug policy ended his career.
In November 2012, 55-year old Pascual was found dead in his home in the Dominican Republic. He had been beaten to death with a hammer during a robbery.

I have been actively participating and contributing to Illustration Friday for over seven years. In that time, I have never missed a week. I’ve been on vacation or otherwise out of town, but I still managed to post an original illustration within the timeframe.
Lately, Illustration Friday has been a little uninspiring. I don’t know if it’s the words (they have posted words that they have already suggested several times in the past few months). Honestly, I don’t know what it is.
Perhaps I need to take a hint from my old pal Figment, the mascot of EPCOT’s Journey Into Imagination. Just one listen to his Sherman Brothers-composed theme song might be the one little spark that I’ve been missing.

When 24-year old Gwili Andre (the former Gurli Andresen) arrived in Hollywood from her native Denmark, she had aspirations of movie stardom. She was undoubtedly beautiful — blond hair, blue eyes and statuesque. She was a near double for Hollywood darling Greta Garbo. Producer David O. Selznick was taken by her appearance and signed her to a contract with RKO, immediately giving her a role in 1932’s Roar of the Dragon and billing her as “America’s Most Beautiful Model.” Unfortunately, Gwili couldn’t act to save her life. Critics were unforgiving in their reviews of Roar of the Dragon, calling Gwili’s character portrayal “lifeless.”
She fulfilled her RKO contract with two “B” pictures and was released, reportedly yanked from the production of the 1934 comedy The Captain Hates the Sea. After a brief romance with millionaire Howard Hughes (possibly to evoke publicity), Gwili dropped out of the public eye. She attempted a comeback, but her reputation as a sub-par actress relegated her to minor roles in more “B” pictures.
Gwili didn’t fare much better in her personal life either. She married and divorced twice and turned to alcohol for salvation. She was rejected by both the acting and modeling industry. In 1959, one day after her 51st birthday, Gwili gathered her collection of her press clippings, publicity stills and promotional trinkets into a pile on the floor of her small, California apartment and set it on fire. She died in the blaze.

There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
“I feel this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.”
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you — just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.”
― Shel Silverstein