Thomas Horton book
Budget: $100 – $30,000 USD
My name is Niels Duinker. I published a reprint of the oldest juggling manual ever written. The author had an interesting life, artist, old London, Australia, murderer, juggler. I think a book about his life (fiction but based on true factual dates) would be a great project.
https://www.juggle.org/anglo-juggler-author-and-murderer/
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/90947852/thomas-walter_webster-horton
http://hauntedadelaide.blogspot.com/2012/12/adelaide-arcade-part-5-anglo-murderer.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2K9NjfGGbQ
Another Good Juggler Goes Bad
reprinted from "Mahatma," Sept. 1904
Messrs. Hamley Bros. of London have sent us the following sad report of the sorrowful and untimely end of "Anglo, Australia's Greatest Juggler and Equilibrist." Anglo paid Messrs. Hamley a visit shortly before he sailed for his native land, Australia. The terrible misfortunes which doggered his steps after his arrival there are best made known by means of extracts from his letter, dated May 11, 1904, at His Majesty's Gaol in Adelaide:
Dear Messrs. Hamley:
I thought that I would just drop you a line to tell you of my misfortune. Since I left London, I have had varied luck. The first thing on landing at Adelaide I was greeted with the news of my wife's death, which took place two days before. A few months after I married again, and then my troubles commenced afresh.
My second marriage was in every way a complete failure. I had no idea what sort of a woman I was taking for my wife. Everything that I could do to try and live with her in happiness was futile. She so worried me that I hardly knew what I was doing. She left me after we had been married 3-1/2 months and went home to her people. Had she been satisfied and contented with leaving me, all would have been well, but unfortunately for me such was not the case.
She used to carry on with other men and one Saturday night I met her in the street. I got wild and shot her dead. You may quite imagine my position then. I, of course, was put on trial and the jury brought in a verdict against me. So tomorrow, the 12th, I die. I do not think that I have any more to write about, so will thank you in anticipation and wishing you all success and a long farewell, I am,
Yours Sincerely, T. Horton.
https://www.juggle.org/anglo-juggler-author-and-murderer/
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/90947852/thomas-walter_webster-horton
http://hauntedadelaide.blogspot.com/2012/12/adelaide-arcade-part-5-anglo-murderer.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2K9NjfGGbQ
Another Good Juggler Goes Bad
reprinted from "Mahatma," Sept. 1904
Messrs. Hamley Bros. of London have sent us the following sad report of the sorrowful and untimely end of "Anglo, Australia's Greatest Juggler and Equilibrist." Anglo paid Messrs. Hamley a visit shortly before he sailed for his native land, Australia. The terrible misfortunes which doggered his steps after his arrival there are best made known by means of extracts from his letter, dated May 11, 1904, at His Majesty's Gaol in Adelaide:
Dear Messrs. Hamley:
I thought that I would just drop you a line to tell you of my misfortune. Since I left London, I have had varied luck. The first thing on landing at Adelaide I was greeted with the news of my wife's death, which took place two days before. A few months after I married again, and then my troubles commenced afresh.
My second marriage was in every way a complete failure. I had no idea what sort of a woman I was taking for my wife. Everything that I could do to try and live with her in happiness was futile. She so worried me that I hardly knew what I was doing. She left me after we had been married 3-1/2 months and went home to her people. Had she been satisfied and contented with leaving me, all would have been well, but unfortunately for me such was not the case.
She used to carry on with other men and one Saturday night I met her in the street. I got wild and shot her dead. You may quite imagine my position then. I, of course, was put on trial and the jury brought in a verdict against me. So tomorrow, the 12th, I die. I do not think that I have any more to write about, so will thank you in anticipation and wishing you all success and a long farewell, I am,
Yours Sincerely, T. Horton.