Annie Oakley Scrapbook

Land and Water

LONDON, 182, STRAND, W.C., MAY 7,

Pigeon Shooting.

THE GUN CLUB.

On Saturday there was a large and [fashionable?] attendance, and the novelty of the day was the appearance of a lady gunner on the scene. This lady, Miss Annie Oakley, whose portrait we herewith present, is one of the numerous shooting wonders which have been produced in America. She is twenty years of age, and has practised shooting from almost babyhood, until she has now attained to great skill with shot-gun, rifle and pistol. With the rifle she once made a score of 943 glass balls (36 behind Ruth's "record") out of 1,000. This feat she has since surpassed, and now holds the record. She is a member of "Buffalo Bill's" Company. As this was her first lesson in English blue rock shooting, it was not surprising that several birds got away, but those she did kill were stopped in good time. The principal event was the Ludlow £3 Handicap Sweepstakes, with £25 added. This brought together a field of twenty-four shooters. Messrs. Shirley, Tudor, Wynill, Gambier and Kenrick kept together until the end of the sixth round; the last three lost their seventh rock, Mr. Wynill having particularly bad luck in this round, as his bird, hard hit, just managed to top the boundary wall. Messrs. Shirley and Tudor were more fortunate, and as they were now the only two left in, they decided to divide the prize, £97. Nineteen members then came up for the £2 Handicap Sweepstakes. Mr. Wynill was again to the front, with Mr. Merwyn Watts, these gentlemen killing bird for bird to the end of the eighth round, Mr. Merwyn Watts eventually winning the pool, £38, with a score of eight out of nine. The winners of the £1 sweeps were Messrs. Hastings, Cobb, Gambier, Wynill, Merwyn Watts and Earnfield.

£2 HANDICAP SWEEPSTAKES, 19 subs. Mr. Merwyn Watts, 31yds. rise (Purdey) (won £38) 4 0 4 Mr. Wynill, 30 (Baker) 4 0 3 0

Mr. C. Seaton, 27 (Grant) 4 0 Mr. Welbore Ellis, 30 (Purdey) 3 0 Mr. W. F. Gambler, 24 1/2 (Grant) 3 0 Mr. F. M. Cobb, 28 (Reilly) 3 0 Lord de Clifford, 30 (Purdey) 3 0 Mr. Featherstone, 25 (Purdey) 2 0 Mr. A. D. Halford, 28 (Purdey) 2 0 Col. Shelby, 25 (Purdey) 1 0 Capt. Shelley, 28 1/2 (Reilly) 1 0 Mr. Hastings, 30 1/2 (Grant) 1 0 Mr. Earnfield, 27 1/2 (Purdey) 1 0 Sir. T. Freke, 27 1/2 (Purdey) 0 Mr. A. Gilbey, 28 (Reilly) 0 Mr. Hankey, 26 1/2 (Reilly) 0 Mr. Winfred, 30 1/2 (Purdey) 0 Mr. Kenrick, 27 1/2 (Purdey) 0 Mr. Retlaw, 25 (Bonehill) 0

LUDLOW £3 HANDICAP SWEEPSTAKES [?] cup or specie added. 25 subs. Mr. T. Shirley, 24 yds. rise (Boss) 7 Mr. Tudor, 24 (Grant) 7 {divided £97}

Mr. Wynill, 30 (Baker) 6 0 Mr. W. F. Gambler, 24 1/2 (Grant) 6 0 Mr. Kenrick, 27 1/2 (Purdey) 6 0 Sir T. Freke, 27 1/2 (Purdey) 6 r Mr. Welbore Ellis, 30 (Purdey) 5 0 Mr. F. M. Cobb, 28 (Reilly) 4 0 Mr. A. D. Halford, 28 (Purdey) 3 0 Mr. A. Gilbey, 28 (Reilly) 2 0 Mr. C. Seaton, 27 (Grant) 2 0 Mr. Cornfield, 27 1/2 (Purdey) 2 0 Mr. Merwyn Watts, 31 (Purdey) 1 0 Mr. Hastings, 30 1/2 ([Grant?]) 1 0 Mr. Featherstone, 25 (Purdey) 1 0 Mr. Brentwood, 27 (Purdey) 1 0 Captain Shelly, 28 1/2 (Reilly) 1 0 Mr. Retlaw, 25 (Bonehill) 0 Colonel Shelley, 25 ([Purdey?]) 0 Mr. Winfred, 30 1/2 [?] 0 Mr. Hankey, [26?] [?] 0 Mr. Filmer V[?] (Lancaster) 0 Mr. W. [?]Batt, 26 (Grant) 0 Lord [de?] Clifford, 30 (Purdey) 0

Daily Telegraph

LONDON, THURSDAY, MAY 12, 1887

THE QUEEN IN LONDON.

VISIT TO WESTMINSTER AND THE AMERICAN EXHIBITION.

Her Majesty's visit to London yesterday was partly official and partly for a novel form of afternoon's amusement and relaxation from State duties. Shortly after eleven the Queen drove from Buckingham Palace to Westminstrer Abbey, where she was received by Dean Bradley and the Abbey officials, and inspected the various preparations being made for the Jubilee service to take place on June 21. The Dean, the Lord Chamberlain (Lord Lathom), to whose department the arrangements officially belong, Mr. Plunket, and Sir H. Ponsonby Fane conducted the Queen over the Abbey, and explained all details. Her Majesty made a few suggestions, and, having expressed her pleasure with the proposed plan of the ceremony, drive back to the Palace. Before leaving the Queen paid a visit to the grave of Dean Stanley. In the afternoon the Royal party left the Palace, and drove through Earl's-court and West Kensington to see "Buffalo Bill."

Truly Colonel W. F. Cody should feel honoured, for in the last week all the notabilities of London,—princes, politicians, and players—have visited what can now be fairly called "Wild West Brompton." Yesterday came his crowning triumph, for it was her Majesty's Royal will and pleasure to witness the performance of the picturesque people who are already the talk of the town. As in the case of the Queen's visit to Olympia, the entertainment was of a strictly private nature, the public being admitted to the Exhbition, but not to the amphitheatre. The Royal carriage came into the arena about half-past five, and with a suggestion of Ascot formality drove round the circle to the centre of the amphitheatre, where a crimson velvet daïs, decorated with orchids, had been prepared for her Majesty's use. The Queen, who looked in remarkably good spirits, was received by the Marquis of Lorne and the representatives of the Executive Council, comprising Lord Ronald Gower, Colonel Hughes-Hallett, M. P., Mr. John Priestman, Mr. Wm. Lee Thornton, Mr. J. G. Speed, and Colonel Griffin. With her Majesty came the Princess Beatrice and Prince Henry of Battenberg, and the Royal party was attended by the Duchess of Athole and Sir Henry and Lady Ponsonby, with Colonel Gardiner and Sir Henry Ewart as equerries. The Marquis of Lorne having duly presented the president, Colonel Henry Russell, the director, Mr. Whibley, and the secretary of the Exhibition, Mr. Vincent Applin, a selection from the performance was given. The "orator" was not called on to exercise his excellent powers of sonorous elocution from the rostrum, but stood just outside on the left of the Royal box and performed his duties of introducing the various groups. Mexican Vaqueros, Indians, cowboys, "a group of American girls," as the "orator" put it, and, in short, the whole show was paraded before her Majesty, the Indians sweeping past at full gallop with wild cries of delight. To a man every one of them knew the real meaning of the tiny audience and the honour of the occasion, and so they put their hearts into their work, and fought, plunged, dances, and shouted with rare spirit. "Buck Taylor" dashed up and saluted; the little "cowboy," Master Bennie Irving, kissed his small hands in token of his respect, and when, finally, Buffalo Bill had reined up his white mustang, waved his salutations, and dismissed his little army, the selected programme was gone through. A three-quarter mile race between a "Cow-boy," Indian, and Mexican, was followed by the "pony express," with its incident of a quick remount, then Miss Lilian Smith showed her skill with the rifle, and after her performance was called to the Royal box and complimented. Then little Miss Annie Oakley showed what she could do with clay pigeons, and in her turn was presented and compliments, and made the prettiest of curtseys before she scampered off.

Next came the picking up of handkerchiefs at full gallop by "Buck Taylor," the gigantic, and buck-jumping on the snorting mule "Suicide," which animal in its over loyal zeal seemed at one moment apparently desirous of paying its personal respects to Royalty till duly "warned off" by the "orator" and Mr. Salisbury. Then followed the "war dance," wherein the painted Indians crowded as close as they could to the Royal box, and placed themselves ambitiously in evidence. What the whoopings and yells quite meant we have no means of judging; but anyhow they were a very sincere form of enthusiasm of some sort. After Sergeant Bates had waved his flag to the strains of "Yankee Doodle," Miss Mina Hickock had done her haute école business, and Buffalo Bill had shown his shooting powers on horseback, the "Deadwood coach" scene, with Indian attack and "cowboy" defence, was spiritedly enacted. Lord Ronald Gower and Colonel Hughes Hallett, as on the opening day, took their places inside as passengers; and we are bound to say the noble lord and the hon. member for Rochester comported themselves with much dignity under a seemingly murderous fire. The performance wound up with the dramatic attack on the isolated hut on the imaginary rancho, in the course of which many "braves" of the Araphoes, Brule Sioux, Shoshones, and Ogalallas temporarily "strewed the ground." When all the shooting was over and the "braves" had recovered and run home to the rocky fastnesses of the distant panorama, Colonel Cody was presented to her Majesty, who graciously expressed her delight with the show, regretted she had not more time to spare, and trusted to be able to come again. Mr. Nate Salisbury, the manager, having been presented, her Majesty sent for Ogila-sa, better known as "Red Shirt," the Chief of the Sioux. That redoubtable warrior advanced, in all the glories of his full-feathered war-bonnet, made a grave bow, and stood as still as a statue in the presence of what was to him "the Great White Queen." The few kind words of congratulation were interpreted to him, and he returned brief thanks with smiles. After a pause he desired the interpreter to say that "he had come a long way to see her Majesty, and was glad," after which "Red Shirt," feeling the interview was over, strode abruptly away. His notions of Court etiquette are primitive, but for all that there was both dignity and respect in his manner.

THE DRAMATIC REVIEW.

A correspondent writes:—"So great has been the rush to see the Wild West Camp even before the show opens, so vast has been the novle army of deadheads seeking admission, the Executive of the American Exhibition have had to print a polite form of refusal to grant admittance to the countless applicants whose only claim was a not unnatural curiosity. Buffalo Bill told me in his own tent, and in as nearly a plaintive voice as he is capable of, that he had been besieged by outsiders and could not get a moment to himself. Even as he was talking to the little party he had invited into his house, a strange woman and child sauntered in, but at a glance from Buffalo Bill—he can glance—they made tracks. And as we left him a few minutes later, an enterprising young man pushed past us and hailed the Army scout with, "Colonel Cody, I believe, I represent" somebody's soap or all wool clothing, I fance.

Nevertheless, the camp is all ready and so are the camper. One or two rehearsals have been run and galloped through. Miss Annie Oakley has been getting her shooting-hand in and only the bucking horses' part of the programme has not been practised. "They need no rehearsing," said Segeant Bates to me grimly. This member of the big show is one of the most interesting personages there. He will be remembered as the man that carried the American flag through Great Britain in 1872. "A bit of a crank," as he calls himself, I am bound to say that I found him to be one of the most intelligent and interesting men I have met. He has all the charm of the really nice American."

THE AMERICAN FIELD

BUFFALO BILL has struck a bonanza with his Wild West show in London. The English papers are very lavish with their notices, and the public flock to see what Mr. Glastone has termed, and what the majority believe, "a true and accurate representation of American life." But we notice Miss Annie Oakley is carrying off the majority of the honors; she has certainly captured the reporters. The News says her marksmanship is better than Buffalo Bill's, and that her shooting in phenomenal. Miss Oakley gave an exhibition of her shooting recently at a meeting of the Gun Club, which drew a large attendance of the members and their friends. It was her first experience with Blue Rock pigeons, and it is gratifying to know that our little American girl proved herself and expert shot.

The Penny Illustrated Paper.

SATURDAY, MAY 14, 1887.

Marksmanship! Our riflemen score well and quickly, nobody can deny. But, my word, sharp-eyed Annie Oakley and Lilian Smith beat 'em in the general rapidity and certainty with which they demolish earthenware pigeons and glass balls with firearms. Small wonder the Prince and Princess called this lissom young girl shots to the Royal box, and priased them for their skill.

Miss Oakley As a Shootist.