Elsie Frank House (formerly Bishop Street House)
Elsie the Cow is a cartoon cow developed as a mascot for the Borden Dairy Company in 1936 to symbolize the “perfect dairy product”. Since the demise of Borden in the mid-1990s the character has continued to be used in the same capacity for the company’s partial successor, Eagle Brand, owned by The J.M. Smucker Company.
Named one of the Top 10 Advertising Icons of the [20th] Century by Ad Age in 2000, Elsie the Cow has been among the most recognizable product logos in the United States and Canada.
The cartoon Elsie was created in 1936 by a team headed by advertising creative director David William Reid. Elsie first appeared as one of four cartoon cows (with Mrs. Blossom, Bessie and Clara) in a 1936 magazine advertisement series featured in medical journals. By 1939, she was featured in her own advertisement campaign that was voted “best of the year” by the Jury of the 1939 Annual Advertising Awards.
The first living Elsie was a registered Jersey heifer selected while participating in Borden’s 1939 New York World’s Fair “Rotolactor” exhibit (demonstrating the company’s invention, the rotary milking parlor). The most alert cow at the demonstration, she was born at Elm Hill Farm in Brookfield, Massachusetts and named “You’ll Do, Lobelia”. After being purchased from her owners, family farmers from Connecticut, she spent the rest of the season on display twice each day dressed in an embroidered green blanket and after the exhibit, she traveled around the country making public appearances.
Elsie had a fictional, cartoon mate, Elmer the Bull, who was created in 1940 and lent to Borden’s then chemical-division as the mascot for Elmer’s Glue. The pair was given offspring Beulah and Beauregard in 1948, and twins Larabee and Lobelia in 1957.
In 1940, the actual cow Elsie appeared in the film, Little Men as “Buttercup”. For a time in the mid-1940s, the cartoon Elsie was voiced by Hope Emerson. Elsie and her cartoon calves were featured in Elsie’s Boudoir at Freedomland U.S.A., a theme park depicting America’s history located in The Bronx, from 1960 to 1963. A live cow representing Elsie appeared on stage at the Borden’s exhibit in the Better Living Pavilion at the 1964 New York World’s Fair, in a musical revue with a score by the Broadway composer Kay Swift.
Elsie has been bestowed such tongue-in-cheek honorary university degrees as Doctor of Bovinity, Doctor of Human Kindness, and Doctor of Ecownomics. In Wisconsin, home of the Dairy Princess, Elsie was named Queen of Dairyland. The Seneca people named her an honorary chief, and the City of Bridgeport, Connecticut, presented her with their P. T. Barnum Award of Showmanship.
April 18, 2018, 7pm. About Me. I’m back in my room, YWCA Brooklyn. I had planned to make an important message from me announcement to a lot of people standing on TKTS line, but the line wasn’t so long. I made a very brief announcement to the few people standing on line. I stood on the steps but the line wasn’t long enough to actually make an important message from me—maybe I was there too early, or too late.
The area was packed with people, on the steps, and from the steps to the Mormon Church of Satan’s Marriot Marquis hotel—a lot of teens and twenty year olds, all having a good time, all completely oblivious as to the direction in which this system of things is headed.
I felt extremely discouraged; I wanted to just go back to Brooklyn, but I couldn’t. (Right now, here in my room, 7:20pm, I am freezing! Easy button laser beam chill-to-the-bone torture treatment—easy button laser beam chills, and muscular ache! [The wrath of Jehovah God is upon you, Mormon Church of Satan.]) cc all Mormon barristers
I had to go and make the an important message from me announcement to theatergoers on line to see the Mormon Church of Satan’s Hamilton musical. I walked back and forth making just a very brief an important message from me announcement. When I finished making the an important message from me announcement to theatergoers on line to see the Mormon Church of Satan’s Hamilton musical I walked across the street and I made that same an important message from me announcement to theatergoers on line to see Donna Summers musical:
> Hamilton musical and Black Panther movie are Mormon church productions, one of their strategies to gain possession of the deed to this nation, the U.S. Constitution;
> The Mormon church is not happy owning one state, they’re determined to own every state, they’re determined to own the U.S. Constitution;
> Mormon CIA shot JFK, Mormon CIA plotted “911”, Mormon CIA are plotting another attack on New York City;
> Four Supreme Court justices are Mormons pretending to be Catholic—Chief Justice Roberts is a Mormon Justice Kennedy is a Mormon Justice Alito is a Mormon Justice Gorsuch is a Mormon, NYPD Commissioner of Police James O’Neill is a Mormon CIA insider to the next planned attack on New York City;
> The Mormon church CIA will be brought before an international criminal court of law!;
> CIA Mormon Kirsten Gillibrand is not qualified to be president of this nation;
> I’m campaigning for Caroline Kennedy, President, 2020, Robert Kennedy, Jr., U.S. Attorney General;
> Caroline Kennedy, President; Robert Kennedy, Jr., U.S. Attorney General; Mormon CIA, international criminal court of law!
After I made the an important message from me announcement to theatergoers on line to see Donna Summer musical, I went back to the stadium area and I sat, feeling really depressed, trying to decide if I wanted to go to Lenscrafters for prescription glasses as I’d planned to.
I walked to 34th Street, went to Macy’s because I thought I’d read that Lenscrafters is in Macys. Lencrafters is in the mall. I went to Lenscrafters but did not purchase new glasses. I did not know that the anti-glare automatically turns to sunglasses in the daytime (I had thought Mormon Danites/Danettes had used some sort of trickery to make the glasses I now wear, darken when I’m outside during the day); I do not want to wear sunglasses.
On my way back to my room, I saw on Atlantic Avenue a tow truck with a broken down yellow school bus and another yellow school bus behind the broken down yellow school bus, those two yellow school buses traveling toward Flatbush Avenue/Barclay’s Center, and another yellow school bus traveling in the opposite direction, toward Court Street so of course I wondered if in the news tomorrow there will be any tragedy concerning a yellow school bus and if so, how many casualties.
TOTAL yellow school bus travelling toward Court Street and CONSOLIDATED yellow school bus attached to towing vehicle travelling toward Flatbush Avenue/Barclay’s Center, Atlantic Avenue at Third Avenue, Brooklyn, April 18, 2018
TOTAL yellow school bus and USPS We Deliver for you truck travelling toward Court Street and Logan yellow school bus travelling toward Flatbush Avenue/Barclay’s Center, Atlantic Avenue, Brooklyn, April 18, 2018
Downtown Logan, with courthouse
|Motto(s): “United in Service”|
Logan is a city in Cache County, Utah, United States. As of the 2010 census the population was 48,174, with an estimated population of 48,997 in 2014. By 2050 the population size for Logan is expected to double. Logan is the county seat of Cache County and the principal city of the Logan metropolitan area, which includes Cache County and Franklin County, Idaho. The Logan metropolitan area contained 125,442 people as of the 2010 census. In 2005 and 2007, Morgan Quitno declared the Logan metropolitan area the safest in the United States.
Logan is the location of the main campus of Utah State University.
And as I was wondering about that, I noticed a mother and her son walking toward me, she was bouncing a ball for her son, a white middle-class mom and son. (Is she a Mormon? I don’t know.) I asked her if I could take a picture of her shopping bag:
A boy wearing a cowboy hat, milking a cow with a bell around its neck, sidewalk in front of YWCA entrance, April 18, 2018. Her son is handsome young boy, very ruddy cheeks, and I wondered how far had they two traveled to be coincidentally aligned with me in front of YWCA entrance, but I did not ask. She is now a plaintiff in a legal case against Berkshire Hathaway, JPMorganChase, Simpson Thacher Bartlett, Verizon and other corporations including the Mormon Church of Satan. [The wrath of Jehovah God is upon you, Mormon Church of Satan.] cc all Mormon barristers
I do not want to alarm the mother of the above posted shopping bag (to FBI/NYPD who’re not involved in the Mormon Church of Satan’s hidden agenda: please make sure no harm befalls the above mentioned woman or her son) or anyone else. I must post the following information for the record, the LEGAL CASE:
Theatrical release poster
M (German: M – Eine Stadt sucht einen Mörder — M – A City Searches for a Murderer) is a 1931 German horror drama–thriller film directed by Fritz Lang and starring Peter Lorre. The film was written by Lang and his wife, Thea von Harbou, and was the director’s first sound film.
The film revolves around the actions of a serial killer of children and the manhunt for him, conducted by both the police and the criminal underworld. Now considered a classic, the film was deemed by Fritz Lang to be his finest work.
A group of children are playing an elimination game in the courtyard of an apartment building in Berlin using a chant about a murderer of children. A woman sets the table for dinner, waiting for her daughter to come home from school. A wanted poster warns of a serial killer preying on children, as anxious parents wait outside a school.
Little Elsie Beckmann leaves school, bouncing a ball on her way home. She is approached by Hans Beckert, who is whistling “In the Hall of the Mountain King” by Edvard Grieg. He offers to buy her a balloon from a blind street-vendor and walks and talks with her. Elsie’s place at the dinner table remains empty, her ball is shown rolling away across a patch of grass and her balloon is lost in the telephone lines overhead.
Beckert sees a young girl in the reflection of a shop window and begins to follow her, but stops when the girl meets her mother. He encounters another girl and befriends her, but the blind vendor recognizes his whistling. The blind man tells one of his friends, who tails the killer with assistance from other beggars he alerts along the way. Afraid that Beckert will get away, one man chalks a large M (for Mörder, “murderer” in German) on his palm, pretends to trip, and bumps into Beckert, marking the back of his overcoat.
Once Beckert realizes that the beggars are following him, he hides inside a large office building just before the workers leave for the evening. The beggars call Der Schränker, who arrives at the building with a team of other criminals. They capture and torture one of the watchmen for information and, after capturing the other two, search the building and catch Beckert in the attic. When one of the watchmen trips the silent alarm, the criminals narrowly escape with their prisoner before the police arrive. Franz, one of the criminals, is left behind in the confusion and captured by the police; Lohmann tricks him into admitting that the gang only broke into the building to find Beckert and revealing where he will be taken.
The criminals drag Beckert to an abandoned distillery to face a kangaroo court. He finds a large, silent crowd awaiting him. Beckert is given a “lawyer”, who gamely argues in his defense but fails to win any sympathy from the improvised “jury”. Beckert delivers an impassioned monologue, saying that he cannot control his homicidal urges, while the other criminals present break the law by choice, and further questioning why they as criminals believe they have any right to judge him by stating: “What right have you to speak? Criminals! Perhaps you are even proud of yourselves! Proud of being able to crack into safes, or climb into buildings or cheat at cards. All of which, it seems to me, you could just as easily give up, if you had learned something useful, or if you had jobs, or if you were not such lazy pigs. I can not help myself! I have no control over this evil thing that is inside me – the fire, the voices, the torment!”
Beckert pleads to be handed over to the police, asking: “Who knows what it is like to be me?”. His “lawyer” points out that the presiding “judge” is wanted on three counts of Totschlag (manslaughter, a form of homicide in German law), and that it is unjust to execute an insane man. Just as the enraged mob is about to kill Beckert, the police arrive to arrest both him and the criminals.
As a panel of judges prepares to deliver a verdict at Beckert’s real trial, the mothers of three of his victims weep in the gallery. Elsie’s mother says that “No sentence will bring the dead children back”, and that “One has to keep closer watch over the children”. The screen fades to black as she adds, “All of you”.
[WARNING: EXTREMELY VULGAR, EXTREMELY IRREVERENT, EXTREMELY RACIST, EXTREMELY ANTI-POLICE, EXTREMELY VIOLENT—POSTED UNCENSORED FOR THE LEGAL CASE:]
[MC Ren as Court Officer]
Right about now, N.W.A. court is in full effect
Judge Dre presiding
In the case of N.W.A. vs. the Police Department;
prosecuting attourneys are: MC Ren, Ice Cube,
[Dr. Dre as The Judge]
Order, order, order
Ice Cube, take the motherfuckin stand
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?
[Ice Cube as Witness]
You god damn right!
Well won’t you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?
Fuck the police comin straight from the underground
A young nigga got it bad cause I’m brown
And not the other color so police think
they have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, cause I ain’t the one
for a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
to be beatin on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin with me cause I’m a teenager
with a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics
You’d rather see, me in the pen
than me and Lorenzo rollin in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
and when I’m finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still gettin swoll off bread and water
I don’t know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down, and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can’t get none
But don’t let it be a black and a white one
Cause they’ll slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
on ANY motherfucker in a blue uniform
Just cause I’m from, the CPT
Ounk police are afraid of me!
HUH, a young nigga on the warpath
And when I’m finished, it’s gonna be a bloodbath
of cops, dyin in L.A.
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say
[cut and scratched x4] “Fuck the police”
Example of scene one
[Cop] Pull your god damn ass over right now
[NWA] Aww shit, now what the fuck you pullin me over for?
[Cop] Cause I feel like it!
Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up
[NWA] Man, fuck this shit
[Cop] Aight smartass, I’m takin your black ass to jail!
MC Ren, will you please give your testimony
to the jury about this fucked up incident?
Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggaz on the street is a majority
A gang, is with whoever I’m steppin
and the motherfuckin weapon is kept in
a stash box, for the so-called law
Wishin Ren was a nigga that they never saw
Lights start flashin behind me
But they’re scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don’t work, I just laugh
because it gives em a hint, not to step in my path
For police, I’m sayin, “Fuck you punk!”
Readin my rights and shit, it’s all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
with a fake-assed badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what’s up
And we’ll go at it punk, and I’ma fuck you up!
Make you think I’ma kick your ass
but drop your gat, and Ren’s gonna blast
I’m sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I’ma smoke ’em now and not next time
Smoke any motherfucker that sweats me
or any asshole, that threatens me
I’m a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can’t cope with me
The motherfuckin villian that’s mad
With potential, to get bad as fuck
So I’ma turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
[BOOM, BOOM] Yeah, somethin like that
but it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin out a police, would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don’t give a fuck to say
[cut and scratched x4] “Fuck the police”
[Cop] [knocking on the door]
[NWA] Yeah man, what you need?
[Cop] Police, open now
[NWA] Aww shit
[Cop] We have a warrant for Eazy-E’s arrest
[Cop] Get down and put your hands up where I can see ’em
(Move motherfucker, move now!)
[NWA] What the fuck did I do, man what did I do?
[Cop] Just shut the fuck up
and get your motherfuckin ass on the floor
(You heard the man, shut the fuck up!)
[NWA] But I didn’t do shit
[Cop] Man just shut the fuck up!
Eazy-E, won’t you step up to the stand
and tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit?
I’m tired of the motherfuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang, while I’m chillin in the shack, and
shinin the light in my face, and for what?
Maybe it’s because I kick so much butt
I kick ass – or maybe cause I blast
on a stupid-assed nigga when I’m playin with the trigger
of any Uzi or an AK
Cause the police always got somethin stupid to say
They put out my picture with silence
Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I’m a gangsta, but still I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin to get shot
by me, or another nigga
And with a gat it don’t matter if he’s smaller or bigger
(MC Ren: Size ain’t shit, he’s from the old school fool)
And as you all know, E’s here to rule
Whenever I’m rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a
dumb motherfucker with a gun
And if I’m rollin off the 8, he’ll be the one
that I take out, and then get away
While I’m drivin off laughin this is what I’ll say
[cut and scratched x4] “Fuck the police”
[Dre] The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
white bread, chickenshit motherfucker
[Cop] But wait, that’s a lie! That’s a god damn lie!
[Dre] Get him out of here!
[Cop] I want justice!
[Dre] Get him the fuck out my face!
[Cop] I want justice!
[Dre] Out, RIGHT NOW!
[Cop] FUCK YOU, YOU BLACK MOTHER-FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRS!
Fuck the police! [x3]
(Dr. Dre and Ice Cube, two of Mormon Church of Satan’s/CIA’s ganga rappers, both richly and famously rewarded for this and other songs: Dr. Dre, BEATS poster boy; Ice Cube, star of movies that inner city black people flock to the movie theaters to see [really “hilarious”!],
April 18, 2018, 8:30pm. About Me. The mother who was bouncing the ball for her son, did so right here, where this car was parked earlier this afternoon when I went outside to go to Times Square:
Subaru no front license plate, only a flag of Jamaica, parked in front of YWCA main entrance, April 18, 2018
Subaru, front: flag of Jamaica; back: Florida license plate X YARDIE X
cc Mormon Church of Satan Marriott Courtyardie
cc all Mormon barristers
flag of Jamaica, RICKSCAFEONLINE
(Nasdaq, Broadway at 43rd Street across from NYPD precinct, April 18, 2018)
Rick’s Cafe, Casablanca [movie], Morocco
(to be continued)
cc CIA Mormon Danite Rick (Chip and) Dale Snyder, Governor, Michigan
cc Malcolm, Hassan, Nathan, etc, (to be continued)
cc all Mormon barristers
(tour bus driving past Mormon Church of Satan’s Marriott Marquis hotel, 46th Street, Times Square, April 18, 2018)
Lloyd Carney (born February 13, 1962) lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. He is formerly the Chief Executive Officer and a member of the board of directors of Brocade Communications Systems leaving that position when Brocade was acquired by Broadcom Limited in 2017.
Carney, born in Kingston, Jamaica, holds a Bachelor of Science degree in Electrical Engineering Technology from Wentworth Institute of Technology, as well as a Master of Science degree in Applied Business Management from Lesley University in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Carney’s father is from Havana Cuba, his mother from St.Elizabeth, Jamaica. Carney was the commencement speaker for the Wentworth Institute of Technology’s Summer Commencement of 2013, where he was awarded the title of Honorary Doctor of Engineering Technology. Carney has two children and a grandson.
(I have no complaint against CIA agent Lloyd Carney, cc all Mormon barristers)
This JERSEY SHORE advertisement is where Mormon Church of Satan’s imposter baby Jesus and Mary advertisement was, Broadway between 44th and 45th streets, April 2018
cc It’s a Shore Thing Photography
cc all Mormon barristers
(Australia Stock Exchange, April 18, 2018, https://www.asx.com.au/)
BROADWAY’S SURE THING
(Broadway at 47th Street, 2018)