Sunday, December 24, 1922. Christmas Eve, 1922.

Normally I post these matters in chronological order, oldest to newest, but I missed something here of interest, that being the death of Sgt. John Martin.

Sgt. Martin, circa 1904.

Martin was a career soldier in the U.S. Army who is remembered today as the 7th Cavalry trumpeter who was assigned by George A. Custer to deliver a message to Frederic Benteen, to the effect of:

Benteen.

Come On. Big Village. Be quick. Bring Packs.

P.S. Bring packs. W.W. Cooke

The message delivered to Benteen, from Custer, had been reduced to writing by Custer's adjacent, W. W. Cooke probably because Benteen didn't trust Martin to be able to accurately convey the message, given his heavy Italian accent.  Martin had been born Giovanni Martino.

Martino had started off in life roughly, being born in 1852 in Salerno and being delivered to an orphanage just days after his birth.  He served as a teenage drummer under Garibaldi, joining that revolutionary force at age 14.  He immigrated to the United States at age 21 and joined the U.S. Army, serving as a trumpeter.  He was temporarily detailed to Custer's command on the date of the fateful Little Big Horn battle, and therefore received the assignment that would take him away from disaster somewhat randomly.

He married an Irish immigrant in 1879, and together they had five children.  He served in the Spanish American War, and retired from the Army in 1904, having served the required number of years in order to qualify for a retirement at that time.  Note that this meant he'd served, at that time, thirty years.  Following that, his family operated a candy store in Baltimore.  In 1906, for reasons that are unclear, he relocated to Brooklyn, seemingly to be near one of his daughters, working as a ticket agent for the New York subway.  The relocation meant a separation from his wife, which has caused speculation as to the reasons for it, but he traveled back to Baltimore frequently.  That job wore him down, and he took a job as a watchman for the Navy Yard in 1915.  His sons followed his footsteps and entered the Army.

In December 1922 he was hit by a truck after work and died from his injuries on this day.

All in all, this presents an interesting look into the day.  Martin was an adult when he immigrated in 1873, and found work in an occupation that readily took in immigrants, the military, and doing what he had done in Garibaldi's forces before, acting as a musician.  His marriage was "mixed", of a sort, with the common denominator being that he and his wife were both Catholics.  In spite of retiring from the Military after long service, he continued to need to be employed, at jobs that at the time were physically demanding.

And of interest, when his life, long under the circumstances, was cut short, he was a veteran of Little Big Horn living during the jazz age.

Dickey family, Christmas 1922.

Verklempt Trumpites, I mostly put up the photograph of the unhappy looking Dickey family near their Christmas Tree so that you can remember how an American family is supposed to look like. The two oldest sons wearing ties, the youngest one dressed as a high ranking Navy enlisted man, and all the women with dresses down to their toes.

Got that everyone?

Raymond Dickey was a Washington, D. C. lawyer, FWIW.

Harriet, did you get to see this. . note the absence of rhinestones. ... Lauren. . . no trousers.

Okay. Good. We expect to see you appropriately turned out.

The Workers Party of American held its Second Congress at the Labor Temple on East 84th Street in New York Seventy delegates showed up to suck the fun out of Christmas Eve.

Never heard of the party?  It's the American Communist Party.

They'd taken up holding their meeting over the Christmas holiday.  I'm not sure why, but it probably at least accidentally emphasized that they rejected anything that they couldn't see, and most of that. And, presumably being working men, they probably had the Christmas Holiday off.

Calvin Coolidge gave a Christmas Eve radio broadcast.