Creator(s): Highsmith, Carol M., 1946-, photographer. Date Created/Published: 2011 September. Medium: 1 photograph : digital, tiff file, color. Reproduction Number: LC-DIG-highsm-24957 (original digital file)
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Call Number: LC-DIG-highsm- 24957 (ONLINE) [P&P] Repository: Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division Washington, D.C. 20540 USA http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print.
Notes: Date: 1937; dimensions: 7' x 13' 6". Photographed as part of an assignment for the General Services Administration. Title, date and keywords from information provided by the photographer. Credit line: Photographs in the Carol M. Highsmith Archive, Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division. Gift; Carol M. Highsmith; 2009; (DLC/PP-2009:083). Forms part of: Photographs in the Carol M. Highsmith Archive.
Subjects: United States--District of Columbia--Washington (D.C.) GSA. Ariel Rios. Federal buildings. Murals. Format: Digital photographs--Color--2010-2020. Collections: (Highsmith (Carol M.) Archive. Part of: Highsmith, Carol M., 1946- Carol M. Highsmith Archive.
Boxing Day is traditionally the day following Christmas Day, when servants and tradesmen would receive gifts, known as a "Christmas box", from their bosses or employers.
Below Text and Image from: THE BOSTONIAN AN ILLUSTRATED MONTHLY MAGAZINE OF LOCAL INTEREST VOL. I OCTOBER-MARCH 1894-5 BOSTON, MASS. The Bostonian Publishing Company 6 Mt. Vernon Street. By George Cruikshank. Edited by sookietex Unedited Image
BOXING DAY.
Of all the joys the seasons bring (Anil most, alas! have flown away),
I dearly do delight to sing The pleasure* of a Boxing Day.
For then a host of smiling folks Are anxious their respects to pay.
Anil tell me (would it were a hoax !) That, "if I please," it's Boxing Day.
Those doleful waits, who've lain in wait, To scare my balmy sleep away,
Like bravoes who've despatched their job. Now clairh reward on Boxing Day.
The mi'kmaid, who deals out sky-blue, (Hertally's double-scored, they say.)
With smiling face, of rosy hue. A curtsey drops on Boxing Day.
The baker's man, who brings me bread. As heavy a* a lump of clay. And bricks as hard as any stone, I can't refuse on Boxing Day.
As I was walking in the street, I met the butcher with his tray;
He thrust the corner in my eye — I'll think of him on Boxing Day.
The scavenger, who plastered me, When dressed in wedding suit so gay.
Now hopes I " von't forget, d'ye see, As how that this here's Boxing Day."
My house on fire — no turncock found: My house burned down — he came to say,
He hoped that I'd reward his zeal, And think of him on Boxing Day.
The bellman, dustman, chimney-sweep. Bring up the rear in smart array,
And all get drunk, and strip to fight, To prove it is a Boxing Day.
Of all the joys the seasons bring (Anil most, alas! have flown away),
I dearly do delight to sing The pleasure* of a Boxing Day.
For then a host of smiling folks Are anxious their respects to pay.
Anil tell me (would it were a hoax !) That, "if I please," it's Boxing Day.
Those doleful waits, who've lain in wait, To scare my balmy sleep away,
Like bravoes who've despatched their job. Now clairh reward on Boxing Day.
The mi'kmaid, who deals out sky-blue, (Hertally's double-scored, they say.)
With smiling face, of rosy hue. A curtsey drops on Boxing Day.
The baker's man, who brings me bread. As heavy a* a lump of clay. And bricks as hard as any stone, I can't refuse on Boxing Day.
As I was walking in the street, I met the butcher with his tray;
He thrust the corner in my eye — I'll think of him on Boxing Day.
The scavenger, who plastered me, When dressed in wedding suit so gay.
Now hopes I " von't forget, d'ye see, As how that this here's Boxing Day."
My house on fire — no turncock found: My house burned down — he came to say,
He hoped that I'd reward his zeal, And think of him on Boxing Day.
The bellman, dustman, chimney-sweep. Bring up the rear in smart array,
And all get drunk, and strip to fight, To prove it is a Boxing Day.
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