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Dec. 6, 2014 – She was just three years old when she walked onto the S.S. Eastland and into Chicago history. She survived the capsizing on the Chicago River, between Clark and LaSalle Streets, that claimed 844 lives and she went on to live another 99 years.

Marion A. Eichholz was the last known survivor of the 1915 Eastland disaster. She died on November 24 at age 102.

On July 24, 1915, Marion and her parents were on the upper deck of the Eastland when it listed, causing her to fall against a railing. Her mother, Anna, pulled her back and as passengers started to panic, Marion’s father, Fred, picked her up, stepped onto the railing and jumped into the river. Holding Marion in one arm, he swam to a nearby tugboat.

When the Eastland rolled over, her mother floated into the water and was rescued when someone threw her a rope.
᎛ʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ Ꭱʜʏ ʏᎏ᎜Ɏɢ ꜰʟᎏʀɪᎅɪᎀ ᮍᮇɮ ᎀʀᎇ ꜱᎏ ʜᎇꜱɪ᎛ᎀɎ᎛ ᮛᮏ ᎍᎀʀʀʏ ᎛ʜᎇᎍ.
ᮏɮᮇ ᮛᮀᮍᮘᮀ ᮍᮀɮ ᮘᮜᮛ ɪ᎛ ꜱ᎜ᎄᎄɪɎᎄ᎛ʟʏ: "ɪ᎛'ꜱ ꜱᎇɎꜱᎇʟᎇꜱꜱ ᮛᮏ ᎍᎀʀʀʏ ᮀ
ᎡᎏᎍᎀɎ ʜᎇʀᎇ ʙᎇᎄᎀ᎜ꜱᎇ ꜱʜᎇ'ʟʟ ᎘ʀᎏʙᎀʙʟʏ ɢᎇ᎛ ᮇᮀᮛᮇɮ ʙʏ ᮀ ɢᎀ᎛ᎏʀ."
᎛ʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ Ꭱʜʏ ʏᎏ᎜Ɏɢ ꜰʟᎏʀɪᎅɪᎀ ᮍᮇɮ ᎀʀᎇ ꜱᎏ ʜᎇꜱɪ᎛ᎀɎ᎛ ᮛᮏ ᎍᎀʀʀʏ ᎛ʜᎇᎍ.
ᮏɮᮇ ᮛᮀᮍᮘᮀ ᮍᮀɮ ᮘᮜᮛ ɪ᎛ ꜱ᎜ᎄᎄɪɎᎄ᎛ʟʏ: "ɪ᎛'ꜱ ꜱᎇɎꜱᎇʟᎇꜱꜱ ᮛᮏ ᎍᎀʀʀʏ ᮀ
ᎡᎏᎍᎀɎ ʜᎇʀᎇ ʙᎇᎄᎀ᎜ꜱᎇ ꜱʜᎇ'ʟʟ ᎘ʀᎏʙᎀʙʟʏ ɢᎇ᎛ ᮇᮀᮛᮇɮ ʙʏ ᮀ ɢᎀ᎛ᎏʀ."
Her horrifical weight could lead a nation
to the emergency hospital with herniation
On my fat belly I would crawl on gravel 1 mile
for a big, toothless smile at her third ****** trial
There's no doubt that her love for me is tried & true
after she bruised my white, bony *** cheeks black & blue
“It's a secret that I've only told 23 people, among them: the garbage man, his uncle, some Mexican who trims hedges on the third street past the stop sign & lots more. Promise! You must! Don't tell anyone else even under torture!”
   “I promise. Will you be turning tricks tonight?”
   “Yes, for an hour, but no 'around the worlds.' I got a tooth ache.”
   “Are you still pimped by Doo-Wayne?”
   “Yeah.”
𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗫-𝗟𝗘𝗊𝗕𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗗𝗜𝗊𝗧𝗥𝗚𝗊𝗧𝗊 𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗊 - 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘅-𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗯𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝟮𝟯 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗎𝗌𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗎𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗎 𝗜𝗌𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗌𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝘂𝗜 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗎𝗌𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀. 𝗡𝗌𝘄, 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘅-𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗯𝗶𝗮𝗻, 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗌 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗎𝗌𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆-𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗎𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗌𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗌𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗜𝗜𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗌𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗎𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀.
𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗫-𝗟𝗘𝗊𝗕𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗗𝗜𝗊𝗧𝗥𝗚𝗊𝗧𝗊 𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗊 - 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻
𝗲𝘅-𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗯𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝟮𝟯 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗎𝗌𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗮
𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗎𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗎 𝗜𝗌𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗌𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿
𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝘂𝗜 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗎𝗌𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀. 𝗡𝗌𝘄, 𝗮𝘀
𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘅-𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗯𝗶𝗮𝗻, 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗌 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗎𝗌𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘀
𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆-𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗎𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗌𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗌𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗜𝗜𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗲
𝗳𝗌𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱
𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗎𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀.
The Rothschilds control trillions of dollars. J.P. Morgan,
whose insurance fraud scam sank the Olympic while it
masqueraded as the Titanic, was a Rothschild minion.
The Rothschilds control trillions of dollars. J.P. Morgan,
whose insurance fraud scam sank the Olympic while it
masqueraded as the Titanic, was a Rothschild minion.
The dirt was piling high on top of the corpse as was the custom at
an interment while Donny Osmond's music, with guest artist
Jimmy Osmond, played in the background. I almost had an
epileptic seizure but I'm okay now, just a slight headache.
1 day I spied my brother on a road, drunk, so I decided to land my airplane on him to **** him. As I dropped down at 800-miles-per-hour he ducked, and I just missed him by 7 inches. Later, I ran him over with my Kawasaki scooter. He's not dead but he won't be playing badminton anytime soon.
I was married to a fireman for 56 years and he was very attentive.
I agree Shirley, my husband was a fireman, and he always knew
how to douse my womanly desires. My fireman boyfriend
would grab me like a **** and make sweet love
to me for hours and hours until I was totally
worn out. One day, while I was eating a
cookie, my fireman lover cornered me
behind a dump truck and for the next
3 minutes we enjoyed the pleasures
of ****** ******* together
and with his brother.
Diabetic Floridians have traded their pancreatic souls for jelly rolls
while shimmying bloated groove things from crooked Citrus Bowls
to kick placenta-shaped globes through two sissified posts of goals
and fondling each other in and amongst obelisk football field poles,
in practice for the third to man righteous slots in State cheese doles
to boldly sashay on promenades with dogs called women for strolls
only to dine upon nature's bounty of termite larvae, slugs & moles,
from countrified cities and urban meadows to ship-beaching shoals
where myopic quasi-goats possess proto-goat gumption to eat trolls
In national shoe economy sectors it's advisable to rehabilitate soles
Remember the  Maine, to hell with Spain, explore passages or holes
as it was in 1943's Hit the Ice twixt Elyse Knox & Patric Knowles,
allowing Lou Costello to be raked over the flick's proverbial coals
BECAUSE I'M BLIND IN ONE EAR: I can't bowl with these shoes on! I need bowling shoes, shoes made for bowling by a bowling shoe company. I can't use this cake mix because it has bugs in it. I can't use this bug mix because it has cake in it.
I don't know the difference between 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 and 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘀𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘺 and I don't know why what the temperature 𝘧𝘊𝘊𝘭𝘎 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘊 is relevant to anyone. I told a gallon of milk that although the old fridge is forty-two degrees, it feels like thirty-four, but the milk wouldn't listen and curdled long before its expiration date. I'm done talking to milk. It was fun at first but now it just breaks my heart.
The tall Queen of India began so that our **** Singaporean maiden
cousins could understand: “You're in India now my Pola & Suzy, a
place that abounds in abysses where grey elephants ***** & ******!”
The Nepali mahatmaji began so that our pretty Singaporean maiden
cousins could understand: “You are now in Nepal my Pola & Suzy,
a land that's got 5 million abysses where elephants craps & ******!”
(something that fat truck drivers have been doing for 90 years) - Truck drivers know all the short-cuts when it comes to making the toilet seat experience pleasurable and memorable. As you know, till 1998 Sears had triple-thick toilet seats in their rest rooms south of Chatanooga. This was no accident! The planners were well aware of Walmart's inevitable rise to supreme market ascendancy and so the "toilet seat thing," warming them like a toaster, was a necessity. So the next time you're 𝘀𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘚 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘊, 𝘣𝘶𝘎𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘚 𝘢 𝘚𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘺 𝚘𝚛 𝘣𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘚 𝘢 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘙𝘶𝘵𝘩, remember: diesel fuel isn't just for powering big rigs, it's also great for heating toilet seats.
I don't want to walk around aimlessly or 𝘭𝘊𝘚𝘭𝘊𝘎𝘎𝘭𝘺 with you in public, especially where people can see me. I want to be virile and feminine and masculine and rakish and impish. I want to sew buttons on your skirt and kiss your sister as a joke and then gloat. I want to steal a boat and take her to Mexicali without anybody finding out about it and have normal babies like I was taught. It's not much but it's all I got.
𝗕𝗚𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗙𝗚𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗊𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗙𝗚𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘! 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗌𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗌 𝗌𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗌 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗌𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗌𝘄'𝘀 𝘆𝗌𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲! 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗌𝘂𝗎𝗵 𝗙𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗛𝗌𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗌𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗌𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗌 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗌𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗌𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗌𝗳 𝗌𝗻𝗲. 𝗛𝗌𝘄 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗌 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀? 𝗕𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗎 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗌𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗞. 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗌𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗌𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝗌𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗜 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗌𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘆 𝗳𝗌𝗿 𝗜𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗌𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗌𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿. 𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗕𝗌𝗯 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗞𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀: "𝗠𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗳𝗌𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗎 𝘁𝗌 𝗯𝘂𝘆 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗌𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝗌𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗌𝗺 𝗙𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗛𝗌𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗌𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗎 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗌𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆. 𝗛𝗲 𝘁𝗌𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗌𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗌𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗌𝗳 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗎 𝘁𝘄𝗌 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗌𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗌𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗌𝗳 𝗌𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗌 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝗺𝗜𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗌𝗜𝗜𝗌𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆! 𝗡𝗌𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲'𝘀 𝗜𝘂𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗎 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗎𝘂𝘁𝘀 𝗌𝘂𝘁. 𝗜𝘁 𝗹𝗌𝗌𝗞𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗞𝗲 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗎 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗎 𝘁𝘄𝗌 𝗺𝗌𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗌𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗜𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗌𝗌𝗻."
𝓞𝓕 𝓣𝓞𝓣𝓐𝓛 𝓟𝓐𝓢𝓢𝓘𝓞𝓝 𝓘𝓝 𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓔𝓖𝓗𝓔𝓝𝓚 𝓒𝓞𝓀𝓝𝓣𝓚

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What's wrong with her? Nothing. Why are you selling her? Because I'm moving to Greenland to be nearer to Biff Good. Do you mean, Big Foot? Yes. Is she healthy? Biff Good, I mean Big Foot? No. Your slave? No, she's not. So that's why you're selling her. No it ain't! I'm really moving to Iceland. You said Greenland. No, I meant Iceland. When? When what? I applaud your victimhood. Many more over-fed women, who've not experienced war, pestilence, famine & deprivation, need to come forward and "have a go" at whining.
𝗗𝗌𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗌𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗿𝗌𝗰𝗞𝘀 𝗌𝗳𝗳 𝗺𝗲, 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗜𝗜𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗥𝗌𝗌𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘁'𝘀 𝗡𝗲𝘄
𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗌𝗻 𝗌𝗳 𝟭𝟵𝟯𝟱'𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗜𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗌𝗻-𝗲𝗿𝗮, 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗎𝗲𝗿-𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗜𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗎𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗌𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗜𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝗌𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁-𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘄𝗶𝗻,' 𝗖.𝗜.𝗔. 𝗺𝗮𝗎𝗎𝗌𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗎𝘆 𝗊𝗮𝗻𝗎𝗲𝗿.
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