From The Surrey Shore . . .
The Newsletter of the Hated Rivals on the Surrey Shore Vol. 1, No. 6, December 2002
****A Scion Society for All Who Enjoy Sherlock Holmes in All His Manifestations!****
Ah, you caught us again. No, we’re not really becoming Mad Hatters (despite what some may think), but we are hosting a tea party — a Victorian tea, to be exact — at our next meeting on Sunday, January 5, 2003, from 1:30 to 4 p.m., at the Hamilton County Historical Society’s Jail Museum in nearby Noblesville, Indiana. And as it’s also the day that the Hated Rivals have chosen to celebrate the birthday of Sherlock Holmes, it’ll be a birthday party to boot! So plan on joining us for various types of tea (and coffee for those who aren’t tea drinkers), scones, sandwiches, and other goodies befitting an authentic Victorian tea — as well as a birthday treat for the in absentia Holmes, who’s undoubtedly engaged in a celebration of his own that day, tucked way in his humble retirement cottage on the Sussex Downs. (Note: As we have explained in an earlier newsletter and in an article on our Web site, the Hated Rivals on the Surrey Shore celebrate Sherlock Holmes’ birthday on January 5 — Twelfth Night — rather than on the traditionally recognized date of January 6. Why? Check the Web site or come and ask us.) In addition to the tummy-warming tea and goodies, we plan to tickle your cinematic funny bone with several episodes of the 1950s Sherlock Holmes TV series starring Ronald Howard (and again, no, not Opie) as Holmes. Although a serious attempt at bring the Great Detective to the small screen, the shows are, to modern sensibilities, what locals colloquially call “a hoot.” (And that’s not owl!) The number of episodes that we’ll show will depend on how much time we have left following our tea and a short business meeting (plus a few Sherlockian surprises, as per usual). Those who missed our meeting at the Jail Museum last year (and even those who didn’t) can also take a tour of the historical Victorian house and early 20th-century jail. (But don’t forget to bring a hacksaw should anyone “accidentally” get left in gaol.) For the exact address and directions, see the “Coming Meetings” section at the end of this newsletter. We hope to see you there! (And don’t make us send the local constable out looking for you!)
Yes, this is it. The last letter from Barker that you’ll ever receive – this year. (Hmmm. Why did I hear sighs of relief until I reached “this year”?) So it seems fitting that I open this one with a look back at the accomplishments and activities of 2002 for the Hated Rivals on the Surrey Shore. So climb aboard — the Wayback machine awaits!
Our scion started off quite humbly if our first meeting was the standard. Other than three of our founders (the others having been felled by a nasty case of bronchitis going around that cold January), we had only a handful of visitors to help kick off our inaugural, organizational meeting at the Lawrence Library, in Indianapolis. As one visitor happened to be Will Higgins, former columnist for the Indianapolis Star, however, our very first meeting actually made the local paper – something not every scion can claim. The meeting was small, but intimate, as we talked about where we wanted to go with this new scion – and about Sherlock Holmes and what he meant to us as a group and individually. We also celebrated Sherlock Holmes’ birthday, as it was the weekend traditionally set aside for the purpose (although, nonconformists that we are, we chose a different date for what we feel are more canonical reasons than the traditional one). Like the proverbial acorn, we started small but we had tree-high hopes – hopes that proved well-founded, as by the end of the year, our average attendance grew to about a dozen Sherlockians, new and old.
Our March meeting, at the Hamilton County Historical Society’s Old Jail Museum, in Noblesville, saw the Rivals for the first time in a truly historical setting. Following a tour of the Victorian-era facility, attendees engaged in a lively discussion about lady detectives in the Victorian era and finished over treats in the house’s kitchen. That meeting was the first attended by a budding Sherlockian who was to become by year’s end a scion officer. May saw our best-attended meeting so far – some 30 aficionados of the Victorian Age – when we gathered at the Indiana Medical History Museum on the west side for a talk on Victorian-era graverobbing and medical knowledge by local expert David Heighway. A tour of the museum rounded out this enlightening meeting. Our summer picnic meeting at Conner Prairie brought even more new faces to the Rivals, and our September meeting at Crown Hill Cemetery continued our record of meeting at local historical sites – although high humidity and temperatures in the ’90s deterred most of us from joining the tour of the graveyard (made up for by great fellowship after the meeting at a local eatery). We pulled out all the stops on the program for our last meeting, on an unseasonably warm November afternoon, back at the Lawrence Library: a talk on “Afghanistan in the Victorian Era,” Sherlockian (and related) music by the local musical duo Holmes and Watson, and even a video of one of several old 1950s episodes of the Sherlock Holmes TV series – plus refreshments to celebrate the joint birthday of two of our officers. Although attendance was slightly down from the average, we did attract a few new faces, so we consider our last meeting – as well as our entire first year – a rousing Sherlockian success.
In addition to our meetings, we were able to create a Hated Rivals Web site and add a Web page for the scion to the local newspaper’s Communities section of its Web site, both with several updates that we posted throughout the year, including expanded articles that first appeared here, in our newsletter. We ended the year with an officers’ meeting over tea and scones at a local tearoom, where we planned out our next year of Sherlockian/Victorian fare. (Or course, we couldn’t seem to avoid a touch of controversy and received some hate mail from a couple of people who totally misunderstood our philosophy and several statements that we made in our newsletter and on our Web site, proving that they’re not really the sleuths that they obviously think themselves to be. But then, if you take a stand for anything, you’re certain to run across those who disagree and choose to be disagreeable in doing so. So I guess that means we’re actually doing something here if some do take such pains to oppose and attack us. So it goes.)
So what exactly does the future hold for the Hated Rivals? See the Coming Meetings section at the end of this newsletter for some teasers, and keep looking for this newsletter and future announcements on our Web site and page. We’re not planning on going anywhere (except to more great Victorian venues for some more fun meetings), so we hope that, if you truly enjoy and honor Sherlock Holmes in all his many cultural manifestations and like fellowshipping with those who think similarly, you’ll consider joining us at some time in the future, right here on the ol’ Surrey Shore. (Where all are welcome.)
As I’ve read a lot of Sherlockian writings and attended many scion meetings and conferences in the past, I’ve sometimes mused on just what makes a person a Sherlockian (as opposed to, say, a fan of any other literary character – don’t hear about many Huckians or Ivanhoians or Ahabians). Of course, the first attribute that a person must exhibit to be a Sherlockian is simply an enjoyment of Sherlock Holmes. And I don’t limit that enjoyment to just the original stories either. In fact, although it certainly helps, I don’t think that one even needs to have read the original Holmes stories to be a Sherlockian (and certainly not all of them). One can enjoy Holmes, as a character, from other forms of media as well – any of his cinematic incarnations, his portrayal in many pastiches, and even just from general knowledge. (Although I think that most who become Sherlockians through some other path than via Doyle’s original stories eventually are drawn to those excellent tales as well.)
Now some would also say that being a true Sherlockian requires belonging to a Sherlockian scion – or even to the Baker Street Irregulars itself. I’m afraid, however, that I must disagree on that point. I don’t really believe that it takes scion membership to be a Sherlockian – and certainly not to belong to the BSI, as that organization’s membership is limited to a certain number (or at least it was the last time I checked – those who keep up on such things will, I’m sure, let me know if I’m incorrect here). Scion membership can be great fun if you find the right scion for your own particular interests, and many do seem to aspire to BSI membership as a part of their Sherlockian journey, but I know that there are and have been many a great Sherlockian who was not a member of the BSI or who, perhaps, never attended even a scion meeting. (In fact, although scions seem to proliferate faster than almost any other type of club or hobby-based group, not every city in the world yet has one within its boundaries or even nearby – and yet I feel sure that most such places have at least a few Sherlockians sleuthing around within their borders.) So, no, although it can often enhance the Sherlockian experience to an enjoyable extent, I don’t really think that membership in any organization really is a qualification for one to consider oneself a Sherlockian.
So what, then, other than enjoyment of the character of Sherlock Holmes, makes one a true Sherlockian? Well, in my humble opinion (and that’s all that it is, of course, as I’m certain that you could find countless others who would disagree), I think the thing that most makes one a Sherlockian, far beyond any literary enjoyment, is a sense of and love for justice. After all, what was one of Sherlock Holmes’ most noble characteristics? Holmes had a finely tuned sense of justice – not only for some, but for all. He helped not only royalty and those who were very well off (and thus could afford his standard fee), but those who were often victims of some villain or another (who sometimes came from the better-off classes himself) – the poor, the downtrodden, the helpless, for whom Holmes often waived his fee altogether. And he treated all equally – though somewhat a misogynist, for example, he still was always kind and gentle toward those clients who were of the fairer sex. He once commented (and I’m paraphrasing here) that he’d prefer to see justice done even if he had to circumvent the laws of England to do so. Holmes was, above all, a force for justice – and one that often put the well-being of others before his own (the mark of a true hero).
So I’d like to humbly submit that the true Sherlockian is of similar mettle. A love of justice and all that it entails is, I believe, what separates the true Sherlockian from the, well, not so true one. I also believe that most who call themselves Sherlockians are, indeed, true Sherlockians. (Not all, of course. As I’ve said before, every hobby has a few rotten pips – and anyone who’d attempt to claim otherwise is doing no one a service. And although I’ve had the misfortune to run afoul of a few of those pipish ones in my time, most Sherlockians whom I’ve encountered and corresponded with in the past two and a half decades since I first began to read of and appreciate the Master Sleuth of Baker Street, I’d say, readily deserve the title of true Sherlockian.) You’re free to disagree with me, of course – but if so, you may want to ask yourself, “Why?” What quality better exemplifies Sherlock Holmes and his followers than a love of justice? (If you have an answer, feel free to send it to us, and we’ll be happy to revisit the question in a future newsletter.)
And now, enough with the past. From here on, especially in my next letter (oh yes, you just can’t get away from them that easily), I turn to the future, along with the rest of my beloved Hated Rivals on the Surrey Shore. Viva la 2003! (Or, to be more British about it, jolly good show, what?)
—C. Barker, Esq.
A slightly smaller than average group of Hated Rivals gathered on Saturday, November 9, at the Lawrence Library for the final meeting of 2002. (We, of course, attribute the light attendance to yet another day on which, as they did for our September meeting, the temperatures ranged far above normal – a high of 70 in early November! – and not to any lack of interest in our jam-packed program for the afternoon, which was well-received by all who joined us.) To make up for the absence of a few of our regular members, who had to be elsewhere that day, we welcomed a visitor from the other scion in town, who appeared to enjoy the festivities as much as any a Hated Rival (as difficult as that may seem). We also welcomed Rival Louise Haskett to her first meeting, although she’s been with us in spirit from our first mailings (Look for some of her Sherlockian articles on our Web site in the near future.) The meeting itself got off to a slightly late start; our normally faithful Lady Molly got lost on the way in thanks to a wayward section of road construction (no doubt planted by a fiendish enemy out to foil our plans for nonstop fun). Our fears that she had met foul play were alleviated, however, as she arrived a bit tardy and a little flustered but none the worse for the wear. Meanwhile, new Rival Jim Sutton entertained us aptly with some of his guitar stylings.
Following Lady Molly’s arrival, the meeting kicked into high fashion. After some brief business, the proceedings opened with an original Sherlockian song, “A Three-Pipe Problem,” by the new musical duo of Holmes and Watson (consisting of aforenamed new Rival, Jim Sutton, and our own Barker, Bill Barton, on guitar and mandolin, respectively). Then came Bill’s talk on “Afghanistan in the Victorian Age,” a fascinating (if necessarily brief) overview of the history of that rugged Central Asian nation during Victoria’s reign, from 1837 to 1901. The talk ranged from the rise of Mohammed Dost just prior to the Victorian era, through the First and Second Afghan Wars (the latter, of course, where Watson received his famous wound at Maiwand), to the death of Abdur Rahman, the country’s final amir of the 19th century, who coincidentally died in the same year as Victoria. Afterward, Holmes and Watson gave us another original song, this one tied more to the topic of the meeting than to Sherlockiana: “The ‘I Feel Like Bin Laden’s Fixin’ To Die’ Rag,” a humorous parody of a well-known Woodstock-era song. We all took a welcome break for pie, chips, and other refreshments in honor of the simultaneous birthdays of Rivals officers Lady Molly (Mimi DeMore) and Amelia Peabody (Suzanne Snyder).
Before we could resume, however, tragedy struck! The evil assassin mentioned in our last newsletter suddenly surfaced, cleverly disguised as Rival Bruce Coleman, and attempted to run Barker through with his deadly blade. But the brave and loyal Lady Molly shielded Barker with her own body, taking the cold steel meant for our president’s namesake. Barker lowered the bleeding Lady Molly to the floor as the assassin fled (ironically passing in the hall the real Bruce, who had lost track of the time while wandering the library and had only just arrived at the meeting himself). Tragically, Lady Molly could not be saved – but fortunately, Mimi could and was reborn under a new scion identity: Russell! Buoyed by this happy turn of events, all Rivals (and guest) in attendance celebrated by watching a video presentation of a half-hour Sherlockian TV drama from the 1950s (although it unintentionally plays more as a comedy these days), starring Ronald Howard as Holmes. (No, as we said, not Opie – another Ronald Howard.) Finishing off the pie and other goodies, the Hated Rivals adjourned, looking forward to what the next year may bring to Indianapolis’ newest Sherlockian scion.
To the Victorians, the term tea meant many different things (in addition, of course, to the drink itself). To the working classes, tea was simply the evening meal, which included meats and vegetables as well as tea, pastries, and fruit. To the more fortunate, tea was a late afternoon meal served to ward off hunger until supper, which usually wasn’t served until 8 or 9 p.m. (and could be a very lavish meal, especially among the upper classes). This type of tea was more commonly known as a Low Tea, and usually consisted of tea, scones and clotted cream, small, light sandwiches (such as cream cheese and cucumber), and perhaps other cakes and even broths or other drinks. It afforded the well-to-do (and their imitators among the middle classes) an opportunity to visit and engage in gossip and other interactions. The presentation of such teas was of foremost consideration, and a poorly hosted tea could often cause one loss of status among one’s peers. A High Tea added fruits, several types of preserves for the pastries, and other fare to the plate (and was closer in content – in not in style – to the teas of the lower classes). The first teas in Britain were the domain of royalty and eventually spread downward to the lower classes. By the start of the Victorian era, tea had become the national drink of choice, having replaced even ale and gin among all but the lowest elements of society. One could say that the practice fitted Victorian England to a “tea.”
I Hear of Sherlock Everywhere!
According to sociologist David Phillips, a study that he conducted at the University of California, San Diego, has identified what Phillips refers to at “The Baskerville effect” – in other words, a state of fear so great that it raises the victim’s stress levels to such an extent that a heart attack can occur, and the poor soul is literally scared to death. The term derives, of course, from The Hound of the Baskervilles, in which various members of the Baskerville family – including Sir Hugo Baskerville, but not, thanks to Holmes and Watson, Sir Henry Baskerville – die of fright after believing that they’ve seen the spectral hound of legend (and of the tale’s title) that has plagued their family for generations. Phillips affirms that the Baskerville effect seems to be very real and to exist not only in fiction, but in fact as well.
Edward R. Hamilton, Bookseller, offers a free catalog of thousands of remaindered books at bargain prices, as well as a number of new titles at discounted prices. Recent catalogs have listed several new and past Holmes pastiches, as well as various editions of the original stories, plus many other titles of interest to those fascinated by the Victorian era. One such recent title is an atlas of Antique Maps of the 19th Century World (catalog #2117169, $19.95 + $3.50 p&h). This book reproduces beautifully drawn maps of countries around the world as they appeared in 1851. Accompanying text reveals to the modern reader how the mid-Victorians viewed these other nations around the globe. For a current catalog, write to Edward R. Hamilton, Bookseller, Falls Village, CT 06031-5000 (no street address – the full zip does the trick). You can also find out what’s currently available at the Hamilton Web site at www.edwardrhamilton.com. Two caveats: Hamilton accepts only checks or money orders – no credit cards – and new titles often go fast, so if you see something that you want in a catalog, don’t delay in ordering it. (Items past the New Arrivals section at the front usually remain in stock for a while, as do those marked with a star as new publications.) Catalogs keep coming at irregular intervals unless you opt off the mailing list. (Hamilton does maintain a second Web site, at www.hamiltonbook.com, where you can make credit card orders, but an additional per-book charge is assessed to such orders.)
Aficionados of late Victorian London have a definite friend in Old House Books, located in Moretonhampstead, Devon TQ13 8PA, in the U.K. (That’s Devon, as in Devonshire, county where The Hound of the Baskervilles takes place. Coincidence? Hmmmm . . .?) In addition to the reprinted Dickens’s Dictionary of London, 1888, and Dickens’s Dictionary of the Thames, 1887, that we mentioned in our April 2002 newsletter, Old House has now reprinted another famous period guidebook to London, as well as a map. The guidebook is Baedeker’s London and Its Environs, 1900, and the map, Bacon’s Up to Date Map of London, 1902. Those who have attempted to locate period Baedeker’s guides know that the volumes run anywhere from $30 to $50 or more, depending on their condition. Old House has reprinted this guide, with all its full-color maps, for only £14.99 (plus S&H, which is usually £3) – that’s less than $25 U.S. Bacon’s map, also in full color, comes in several different formats, the folded version being only £8.99. For more information or to order online, go to www.oldhousebooks.co.uk. (Old House’s publications can also be ordered from Amazon UK at www.amazon.co.uk.)
If you haven’t anything to watch on TV Friday nights until Monk returns with new episodes (see our August 2000 newsletter), you may want to check out Fox Network’s John Doe, at 9 p.m. Fridays. Doe is a man who can’t remember who he is or anything about his past – yet knows almost everything else in the world and can bring up these facts on a moment’s notice. While seeking out his own identity, he uses his knowledge to aid the police in cracking tough cases. Although not Sherlockian per se, Doe’s method of connecting his vast store of knowledge with what he observes at crime scenes conjures up an image not at all unlike that of Sherlock Holmes. (And in a recent episode, involving a murder on a flight to London, Doe and an English doctor – a female neurologist – complimented one another after solving the tricky case by addressing one another as “my dear Watson” and “Sherlock.”) You may want to check out the weekly series quickly, however. Fox pre-empted it during most of its November sweeps, and one doesn’t need to be a Sherlock Holmes to deduce that to mean that the show probably won’t be around much longer.
The Eyre Affair: A Novel, by Jasper Fforde (Viking Press, 2002; $23.95), envisions a modern England in which the Crimean War has lasted for 130 years and one can visit the world of one’s favorite character in literature through use of a Prose Portal transportation device, invented by a scientist named Mycroft. After an evil mastermind named Archeron Hades steals the device and begins killing off and kidnapping characters from famous books, thus changing their stories forever, special operative Thursday Next must track the villain down through various literary worlds and restore the course of Victorian literature. And one of the worlds that she visits just happens to be that of a certain consulting detective that we all know and love. Available at most bookstores and online at such sites as Amazon.com.
Frank Thomas, author of a number of enjoyable Holmes pastiches of the 1980s – and whom we mentioned last newsletter for a collection of his short Holmes pastiches offered by Gryphon Books – has apparently published another collection entitled The Secret Files of Sherlock Holmes (Xlibris Corp., 2002, $20.99). We say “apparently,” as it’s not totally clear that this is a different volume from his Gryphon collection, since Xlibris is a print-on-demand publisher that doesn’t prevent an author from reselling a work to another publisher. We’ve queried the author as to whether the Xlibris collection is different from the Gryphon book, but have yet to receive a reply. If we do, we’ll let you know. (And if anyone out there does know whether this is a new or reprinted collection, please let us know.) In any event, the book is available from Xlibris at www.xlibris.com and from Amazon.com at www.amazon.com.
Those who’ve sampled the Ruse ongoing graphic novel series from CrossGen Comics, featuring the Holmes-like private detective Simon Archard, know how excellent the series is. (Although its original writer has left the book, his replacement is doing a fine job so far, and the art remains some of the best in the industry.) CrossGen has just released a new series as a spinoff from Ruse, entitled Archard’s Agents. Issue 1 came out on December 26. This series focuses on the many agents that Archard uses in his war against crime (reminiscent of Holmes, of course, who was the inspiration for Archard). Archard and his “Watson,” the lovely Emma, make only cameo appearances in this series. Based on only the first issue, however, it, too, shows great promise.
Speaking of the all-too-limited genre of Victorian-set or –inspired graphic novel series, Issue 4 of The League of Extraordinary Gentleman, Vol. II, also finally arrived at stores on December 26, only a mere two months late. (Those who read the first series may recall how long were the periods between some of its issues.) The cover depicts one of H.G. Wells’ Martian war machines in action. Undoubtedly, this issue will quickly sell out, as have the previous three, so if it interests you, pick up a copy soon!
We mentioned last newsletter the USA original movie Case of Evil, which warned watchers to “forget everything you thought you knew about Sherlock Holmes.” Sadly, the movie lived up to its own PR by not only trashing much of the established Holmes mythos, according to the original stories, but also by changing historical fact. The story took place in 1886, for example, but the London underground was still under construction (a device chosen, obviously, so that Holmes and Moriarty could have a dramatic scene in the unfinished tunnels). In reality, the underground had been in existence for decades by 1886. Nor had Holmes even met Watson by that year, in the movie, although he had already tracked down and (or so he thought) dealt with Professor Moriarty decisively. Almost nothing about the characters rang true to the original stories or even to any previous cinematic portrayal. Holmes, aside from being far too young and a womanizer to boot, simply failed to act even remotely Sherlockian. Watson, who sported sparse blond chin whiskers, was apparently a autopsy surgeon, as well as an inventor of such devices as a gun-cane, and was also an insufferable prig until he finally warmed up to Holmes. Mycroft was a skinny invalid who required crutches to walk, thanks to a drug overdose he’d suffered at the hands of Professor Moriarty years earlier. And Moriarty himself was played as a sort of evil fop, wearing brightly colored top hats and portrayed by an actor who too closely resembled a young, hammy William Shatner (a sort of combination of Captain Kirk and the Cat in the Hat). And to top it off, he was the inventor of heroine! Only Lestrade seemed anywhere near his canonical self, probably because his part was so small. The story itself actually wasn’t nearly as bad as expected (other than the historical and literary distortions), but it certainly was not in any sense a Sherlock Holmes story. If you missed the premiere of this turkey, you really didn’t miss much. Good for a few laughs here and there, but otherwise one of the worst Holmes movies ever made.
We also mentioned last newsletter From Dark Pages, the progressive mystery play run annually at the Morris Butler Home in Indianapolis, which several Hated Rivals had a hand in creating a decade ago. From reports we’ve heard of this year’s presentation, however, it appears that the play has taken several wrong turns. Most of the original rooms in the show – including those for Frankenstein and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, have been removed and replaced with either obscure or nonliterary characters such as Lizzie Border (undercutting the original concept of the play revolving around Victorian horror classics). Plus the identity of Jack the Ripper has been changed from the original culprit, Sir William Gull (at least a suspect who can’t yet be proven not to have been the Ripper), to Eddie, the Duke of Clarence and Queen Victoria’s grandson – an historical impossibility, as Eddie was documented as being far out of London, at Sandhurst and elsewhere, on several of the dates of the Ripper murders. Even worse is the fact that the part of the original script where Holmes declares flatly that Eddie is not the Ripper has been left in, making Holmes look as though he hasn’t a clue what is going on – which was certainly not the case in the original show. Our reporter also notes that the current actors have little feel for the many humorous lines in the parts of the script that remain from the original version, leaving the audience no time to react and reading them so flatly that few pick up on them in the first place. Sad to hear, recalling what the original was like – especially as the price has raised to $10/person from the $6.50 charged during the two years the Rivals participated in the show (a real bargain, looking back). Look for a future article in this newsletter for a nostalgic look back at the creation and original presentations of From Dark Pages.
Following is the schedule for all our meetings for 2003. Check our Web site or Star Web page for updates. In the meantime, set these dates aside to join the Hated Rivals at any of the following soirées:
A Victorian Tea!
Sunday, January 5, 2003, from 1:30 to 4 p.m.
The Hamilton County Historical Society Old Jail Museum
810 Conner St., in Noblesville, Indiana (on the Town Square)
Directions and Details: Take I-69 N. to S.R. 37 Noblesville; turn left at State Road 32 and on to the Square – State Road 32 becomes Conner Street in Noblesville. Activities include a Victorian Tea, a short business meeting, and the viewing of several 1950s Sherlock Holmes half-hour videos, plus our annual fete to celebrate Sherlock Holmes’ birthday and Sherlockian fellowship galore!
and . . .
Saturday, March 8: A Sherlockian Surprise!
(Location and festivities TBA next newsletter)
Saturday, May 10: The “Train-ing” of Sherlock Holmes
(A talk on Victorian Railways; tentative location: The Indiana Transportation Museum)
Saturday, July 12: A Barker Birthday!
(Plus a discussion on Victorian archeology; location TBA)
Saturday, September 13: Cooking Out with Sherlock Holmes
(A canonical cookout [what else?]; tentative location: Barker’s backyard)
Saturday, November 8: Mayhem, Menace, and Moriarty!
(A talk on crime in Victorian London; location TBA)
plus . . .
More videos, more Sherlockian music, and lots more period flavor throughout 2003!
For more information, contact us c/o Bill Barton, P.O. Box 26290, Indianapolis, IN 46226-0290; or Mimi DeMore, P.O. Box 482, Fishers, IN 46038. E-mail us at email@example.com or at firstname.lastname@example.org. (And don’t forget to venture online to check out our Hated Rivals Web site at http://surrey-shore.freeservers.com or our Indy Star Web page at http://community.indystar.com/928/ for recent updates.) See you again back on the ol’ Surrey Shore, where the game’s always afoot!