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~Edgar Allan Poe

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Newspaper Clipping(s) of the Valentine's Day

via British Newspaper Archive

Valentine's Day is just around the corner.  It's that time when we all turn our attention to such ultra-romantic topics as suicide, murder, assault, revenge, and homicidal clowns.

You guessed it.  It's time to look at love, Illustrated Police News style!

The IPN loved their duels.  And if they were fights to the death over the affections of some lady or gentleman, so much the better:

Jealousy was also a popular theme:

Not even churches were safe:

Neither were the schools:

In the world of the Illustrated Police News, you always had to beware of those vengeful clowns:

Not to mention the lovesick fishmongers:

Or the wrath of Mother Nature!

This lady took a deadly retaliation against her husband's passionate liaison with a dressmaker's dummy:

Two "love birds" have just a bit too much fun at Covent Garden:

Naturally, French counts were hardly immune to the charms of Love, IPN Style:

Neither were the gypsies:

Or the recently-deceased, for that matter:

But, at least, everyone had a happy ending after the marriage ceremony, right?


This image says it all:

Happy Valentine's Day, gang!


  1. It occurred to me that criminal statistics, methods of community policing and discussion of recent promotion trends were not the main topics of the Illustrated Police News...

    I like how all the students are craning their necks to see the teachers making out. And have you noticed that someone is always flinging a cat in Victorian riots? The poor cats...

    Another fun compilation!

  2. "I've had the blues, the reds, and the pinks . . . and all I can say is . . . love stinks!" - J. Geils band

  3. This is the best Valentine's Day post I've read yet, Undine! Thanks for brightening my day!


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