Monday, January 19, 2015

Fleetwood's Regiment of Foot

Here are 12 pikemen (including 3 command figures) and 16 shotte comprising a "regiment" of foot for play in English Civil War scenarios.  These are all Warlord Games 28mm plastic figures.  They are wearing orange jackets because I wanted to put a unit (of any gunpowder era) in orange, and this ended up being the one since information on unit colors during the English Civil War is sketchy.  The flag is idenitified as "Colonel Fleetwood's Regiment" and a Parliamentarian flag, so I guess this is a Parliamentarian unit (although I will probably downsize the flag by about 50%).
 

These are based individually on metal washers. I have card with magnet paper glued on which make movement trays.


Parliamentarian officers favored orange sashes and Royalists ones favored red. This means orange might be an appropriate color for a Parliamentarian infantry unit but also means I put its colonel in a red sash by mistake (third from left, front row).


The banner is mounted on an extra thick styrene rod instead of the banner provided on the sprue. It looks like he's carrying a small tree trunk if you look closely but it means the banner won't snap off too easily (as has happened to me before).  The pikes are also quite brittle but you can cement them back together in a pinch.





Not a fan of the lack of poses with Warlord Games plastics. You get different hats but that's about all you can really do to vary the poses. The musket poses are either firing or marching/advancing. It'd be nice to have a loading or at-ease type pose to use as the second row behind the firing poses.


Thursday, January 15, 2015

He's sheef p'lice.

DRUNK ON THE STREETS
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Napoleon Davis and Chief Barry Join in Debauch
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DISGRACEFUL SALOON BRAWL
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Barry Said He Was Running the Town and Viciously Assaulted a Saloon-Keeper.

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   The spectacle of the chairman of the police commission and his chief of police staggering along the streets in a drunken spree, shouting curses, brawling in saloons, destroying property and viciously assaulting unoffending citizens was furnished a number of people the night before Thanksgiving.  Although Chairman Davis and Chief Barry may have forgotten all the circumstances of the episode, these are perfectly fresh and distinct in the minds of many witnesses, particularly the unfortunate victims of their assault.


   Early Thanksgiving eve Davis and Barry started out with the praiseworthy intention of showing the town that they owned it.  After they made the rounds of the saloons and dives, leaving a trace of overturned beer kegs, bicycle racks and signboards in their wake, and imbibing all the liquor they could get free, the brought up about 1 o'clock Thursday morning in a saloon on Morrison street, both ugly drunk, and looking for trouble.

   Banging the door open, they staggered up to the bar and demanded a drink.  It was furnished them.  They they started for the private rooms in the rear, one of which was occupied by two young men named Mannard and Lenner.

   "Who's in this here room," demanded Barry.

   "There are two young gentlemen there, chief," said the bartender, civilly.  "There are plenty of other rooms."

  "Do' wan' no other room; want this here one," said the chief.

  "You'll have to take another."

  "I'll do nothin' kind; I'll break door in," shouted Barry, giving it a vicious kick.

  This brought the one of the occupants of the room to his feet.

  "I don't know who you are," said he, "but if you want this room worse than we do, we'll get out and let you have it."

  "Looker here, young feller," yelled Barry in a drunken rage, "I'm chief p'lice, I'll git in there 'n show you who's runnin' this here town."  He threw back his coat and showed his star.

  "Thas' what he is," corroborated Davis, "He's sheef p'lice. I'm cham'n p'lice. I'll stand 'im back. Don't give no jaw."

  At this juncture, William Anglin, who runs a saloon on Morrison street, near the corner of first, and the bartender came running in, and took a hand in the melee.

  "I can handle him," said Anglin, and  he made a grab for Barry.  The chief, who is a powerful man, suddenly swung around and smashed Anglin on the face, breaking his glasses into fragments, and sending him back into the barroom.

   "Leave me 'lone," he shouted, "I'm chief p'lice.  I'll fix these here kids in this box."  He thrust his hand in this hip pocket, and would have drawn his pistol, had not the barkeeper seized hi and pulled him back into the barroom.  A crowd had in the meantime gathered, and by the united efforts of every one present, Davis and Barry were pushed into the street.  The next day one of the young men who was in the box received a note of apology, signed by Barry.  Anglin was paid $5 for his broken glasses, which was a sufficiently large sum to purchase his silence.

   Earlier the same night Davis and Barry came out of the Imperial, a concert dive on Fourth street, between Morrison and Yamhill, and made the best of their unsteady way around the block, overturning bicycle racks, piles of beer kegs and everything they could lay their hands on.  Every time a bicycle rack was reached David would kick it over, and order Barry to pick it up and heave it into the center of the street, which the latter would do with alacrity.  The four sides of the block around which they made their irregular course were strewn with smashed movables, and their course could be traced a long way by the wrecks, whatever they were able to lay their hands on.  In the Louvre, at Fourth and Alder streets, their boisterousness soon led to their ejection, as it did in a number of other places.

   Before reaching the Morrison-street saloon, they made the rounds of the dives and disreputable houses.  It was the night of Bud Smith's victory at the Multnomah Club, and the street was crowded with young men, celebrating the event.  Nearly all of these met the drunken officials in their travels.  Whenever the latter met any one whom they knew they stopped and engaged in maudlin conversations, telling with great glee that they owned the town, and were going to do what they pleased with it.

   Several policemen met them, but the only one who had the courage to advise them to go home was roughly told to mind his own business.  At 2 o'clock a county official, who is a personal friend of Barry, put the two drunks in a hack and sent them home.  It was too late, however, to avoid a scandal, although both Davis and Barry have been spending considerable time and money to hush the matter up since.

   There have been no arrests.

  Although recent publicity has lessened their patronage, the dives, dancehalls and like places are still open, and undisturbed by the police.

   At First and Madison streets, a combination joint is run by one DeMartini, which is the rendezvous of the toughest element in that section of the city.  Downstairs is a bar and a disreputable show, in which women take part, in open defiance of the law, which forbids womenin the same room with a bar.  Above is a crap and stud poker game.  Here thugs and toughs congregate in large numbers, and not a night passes that the place is not the scene of a disgraceful drunken brawl.  Policement wander in and out of the place and drink at the bar.

   A place known as the Imperial, on Fourth street, near Morrison, is nightly filled with women, who take no trouble to conceal themselves behind the curtains of the boxes in which they are ranged.  A close inspection of these boxes will reveal the presence of numerous young girls not of their teens, who have been lured thither before they know the character of the place, and who have been corrupted till they enjoy the entertainment.

   The proprietors of the dancehalls in the North End constantly visit such places of theses in search of women to fill their dives.  These men prefer young girls, who are willing to pay them large commissions to dance in their resorts.  Girls whose first lessons in evil are taught in concert halls like the Imperial invariabley find their way sooner or later to the dancehalls of the North End, and are associated with the worst element to be found in the city.  All such places are frequented by the police, and not the slightest effort is made to keep young girls out of them.

-Oregonian. December 9, 1897.

 
Patrick J. Barry was Portland's Chief of Police from June 9, 1897 to July 2, 1897 (just 23 days!), so the date of this article (December 1897) and purported date of the drunken foray (day before Thanksgiving, 1897), both months after the end of Barry's short tenure as chief, means Barry was carrying on about being "sheef" long after it no longer being the case (but Barry flashes his "star" to get his way?).  Portland's then-Mayor Pennoyer appointed four police chiefs during his term (1896-1898). His successor, Mayor Mason, replaced the entire police force, its chief, the janitor, and the board of commissioners, including… Napoleon Davis.  Davis knew Mason would clean house and forced each the Portland patrol to donate $25 a month to war chest to defeat Mason in the election.  He collected $2,500 and instead kept it all for his own personal use "to buy big fat cigars" (see Portland's Finest, Past and Present (2000) p22).

Tuesday, January 06, 2015

Beowulf and Retinue Action Poses

Here are the 13 figures from Eureka Miniatures' Beowulf & Retinue Set #2 Action Poses (100DAK04).  These are cast in pewter, I think.  You get Beowulf (up front on the bigger base, 'course), his two bodyguards (the fellas just behind Beowulf. in full head-to-toe chainmail), a "Germanic" companion with a fearsome double-handed axe (far left), a shirtless "strongman" companinion (far right), a "Moorish" spearman companion, a "shield maiden" with sword, and so forth and so on – basically every figure is sculpted to be a "character" figure of some sort. A decent number of them rank up very nicely as a shieldwall. These also rank up nicely with other Dark Age figures so you can blend a lot of them into other units.  The Beowulf figure makes a great warlord figure for pretty much any SAGA faction, and the strongman and Germanic companion could easily be champions in an Irish SAGA warband.

 




 
These were pretty easy to paint given that almost everyone is wearing chainmail.  I painted these simultaneously with my Old Glory Arthurian Saxons, and it was interesting to compare the pewter versus the lead figures by Old Glory. I assume it is the lead which allows the Old Glory figures to have much deeper cuts in their sculpts – especially with faces and hair.


The Moorish companion is in the back on the above photo. The "shield maiden" is in front of him.






Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Welsh Bowmen

These 24 Welsh archers were the easy to paint on account of the  general lack of gear. As you can see, the majority of the figures wear a tunic and little else. When you do not have to paint chainmail or shields (or even pants, for that matter) the process is greatly expedited! These are from the 30 figure set ("Welsh Bowmen" set number DA-22) by Old Glory Miniatures, which comes with 5 poses in 25mm, but sadly no head variants.


I'm a fan of the pose where the fella has one end of his bow on the ground.
















Another amusing feature is that all but one of the poses is not wearing on shoe on one foot. This is a reference by the sculptor to a 13th century illustration of a Welsh archer. Historians do not quite know what to make of this depiction. It did originate from London, so one has to suspect the intrusion of metropolitan (as it were) attitudes about the provinces by the artist.

These fellas have not seen a lot of use on the table. The Welsh in SAGA carry javelins which precludes the necessity of having a ranged unit like archers in your warband a bit. I anticipate using them as Anglo-Dane levy archers, however.

-d.d.