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- Statement by Mrs.Junie Ginsburg
- Letter from the Editor
- May Town Hall Meeting Minutes
Steam Boat Race! Babbage Canal
- Prominent Men & Women Of The Day
- Literary Corner
- Events & Announcements
- Classified Advertisements
- New Babbage and Steampunk FAQ
- Contact, Circulation, and other Essential Information for the Reader
STATEMENT BY MRS. JUNIE GINSBURG
New Babbage is growing in new directions, and so is this paper. Effective as of this issue, The New Babbage Cog is now the property of New Babbage. Personally, getting the paper up and running was a fantastic challenge, and reader response was overwhelmingly positive. As gratifying as it is to work on a successful project, however, there are several others to which I'd like to direct my attention, primarily growing the business that I run with my husband. And so I leave the readership of the Cog in the capable hands of Mayor Shaunathan Sprocket, as the new owner of the paper, and Miss Eggberta Echegaray as it's new Editor In Chief. I have full confidence in their ability to deliver an informative and entertaining read to the New Babbage community. All my best wishes and thanks to all of the readers who helped get The New Babbage Cog off the ground! Please continue to give your support to the paper as it continues to grow and evolve along with New Babbage.
In your service,
Mrs. Junie Ginsburg
LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
Dear Fellow New Babbagers,
On behalf of Mayor Sprocket and myself, we would like to graciously thank Mrs.Ginsburg, for starting The New Babbage Cog from the ground up, and for her service as Editor in Chief. As the newspaper falls onto public domain, Mrs.Ginsburg has provided us with an excellent platform to continue on from. We bid Mrs.Ginsburg a fond farewell from her role, and wish her and Mr.Ginsburg the best of luck with
their business endeavors. As for myself, it is with a humble honour, that I publicly take over the role of Editor in Chief for The New Babbage Cog. With my former tenure with assisting Mrs.Ginsburg, I have gained excellent publishing experience, and it is my hope, that I will be able to undertake the role as Editor in Chief, as ambivalent as Mrs.Ginsburg has proven. A new location for the The New Babbage Cog building is in the works, but you can find the temporary location at “The Willow Tea Room. For now, the newspaper will be published on a monthly basis, until the roles of an Editorial Assistant, and volunteer freelance writers/photographers are filled. Then the issues will progress back to being distributed bi-weekly or weekly, depending on how much information is collected.
At your service,
Miss Eggberta Echegaray
May Town Hall Meeting Minutes
Attendees: Intolerable Ginsburg, Pumpkin Tripsa, Daequix Scarborough,Solivar Scarbough, Reitsuki Kojima, Suhpen Paravane, Pizzini Mayo, Arthur Conan Doyle, Salazar Jack, Primate Champollion, Arabella Steadham, Cyn Peccable, Pizzini Mayo, Erehwon Yoshikawa, Ordinal Malaprop, Khashai Steinbeck, Eggberta Echegaray.
The Canal District Sim
The canal district sim has been ordered and should be delivered by Linden Labs, either Monday May 7th or Tuesday May 8th. Once the sim arrives, it will be locked down and available only to an access list for about 24-48 hours, so that Mayor Sprocket can do the terraforming. The row houses for the Sim are 90% complete and should be ready on time.
New Babbage Train
Mr. Kojima has been in charge of making New Babbage’s train for the industrial district. Once the train is complete, it will get scripted, and the first rail line will run from the canal district to the stockyard. The train should run twice an hour, more or less. Mr Kojima states that there will be only one passenger car, however...with envisioning the seating, perhaps a half dozen to a dozen passengers will be able to ride it. Mayor Sprocket added, that cars should be dependant on lag, prims available, and scripting limitations and the train will have a derez function. The goal is to have each sim accessible by train but travelers may need to transfer over to another train, depending on where you're going. The Mayor is hoping in the future, that a train will eventually be able to travel by an underwater tunnel, to an undersea complex which will be the next planned sim.
A few shop keepers have been asking about open advertising in New Babbage. The Mayor states that no advertisement will be placed out in New Babbage without his consent. However, he does recognize the need for advertising both for a fun and theme factor as well as a necessary part of business. The first advertisement to be publicly hosted in the Sim was awarded pro bono to Mr. Doyle's group, as they were hosting an event for charity. The normal policy is as follows, there is a lot of wall space in the sim for bills, so any advertisement should be given to Mayor Sprocket, as a poster style texture with full permission. Then the poster will then be plastered at traffic points throughout the Sim, keeping in theme and adding to atmosphere. The Mayor stressed, that he reserves the right to keep the poster up after it's time has expired and plaster more bills over it, to eventually make his own textures out of them, to add to the Sim’s atmosphere. Cost for this service will be set at the next town hall meeting but is currently negotiable. To cost to post an advertisement billing will be once per week. If an advertiser wishes to protect the ad from being plastered over, after the time has expired, Mayor Sprocket reserves the right to put a new bill up over it. The Mayor also pointed out, that New Babbage residents are free to advertise on their own plot of land, within reason and also allowed to make deals with other residents, within reason. The Mayor stressed, that he reserves the right with oversight, to make sure that all advertisement billings are viable to the theme of the Sim.
Relay for life
There is a Relay for Life kiosk set up for donations in the Town Hall. The official walk-a-thon event will be held over the weekend of July 27th, July 28th and July 29th.The SLRFL organizers have granted half a sim to New Babbage, to help design a build, which will be place out alongside the track. The theme for this year’s walkathon event is “Quest for a Cure”. During the weekend event, a camp site will be set up, where New Babbage participants can rest, and a booth will be set up to raise money. Pumpkin Trispa will be in charge of the build design alongside the walkathon track, so please contact him if you wish to contribute to the build.
For more information about SLRFL copy and past the link for the website:
There will be a separate meeting to discuss the texture and object library. Mayor Sprocket will put out a notice.
New Babbage Stock Yard
The New Babbage Community Stockyard (The Stockyard) has re-opened. To build in the Stockyard, one must contact Mr.Jack, to join the group “New Babbage Community Stockyard”. All New Babbage residents may enjoy instant membership. Non-residents must be sponsored by a New Babbage resident to join. The Stockyard is a Victorian-era industrial sandbox for the purposes of building and testing various steampunk-inspired gadgets, vehicles and structures and will be managed by Mr. Salazar Jack. Please direct all inquiries to him only. Future purposes may include using the Stockyard as a teaching and apprenticeship venue and are subject to revision. The Stockyard is comprised of two separate lots, owned by Mr. Thomas M Swindlehurst and Mr. Salazar Jack. These lots help support the pool of primitives available at the Undershaw Restoration Society Headquarters and the Kahruvel Steamworks. The spare prims at the Stockyard will be available for use by group members on a temporary basis. The number of prims available on any given day, may fluctuate between 200 and 900, depending on the number in use at the aforementioned parcels. Financial contributions are appreciated and go to support theUndershawRestoration Society in New Babbage and the
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Compiled and summarized by Eggberta Echegaray
The day started off wonderful, not a cloud in the sky, as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle welcomed residents of New Babbage, to the Grand Opening of The Babbage-Lovelace Park in the Canal District, statue unveiling and to celebrate Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s 148th birthday.
Below, is a transcript of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s speech:
"Welcome everyone. Thank you for coming. When I first heard about the Babbage Canal District, I went to my friend Ruby Flannagan and talked to he r about opening an Irish Pub. Although I was born in
"Charles Babbage, the creator of the first computer. You are probably asking yourself, what is that other statue? Of course it has to be the person who made the "difference engine" famous. The world's first computer programmer...Ada Lovelace Welcome to the
"These statues are, what I hope to be the first in a series of Public Supported Art in New Babbage. When you donate in appreciation of your favorite statue, all proceeds will go to the next piece of public art in New Babbage."
-- End of Speech by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle --
Food, refreshments and a late night burst of fireworks ended the day’s event.Three cheers to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle for his event efforts and providing the Babbage-Lovelace public park to our community. Donation boxes for the statues can be found inside the park, and a donation box for the park it’s self, can be found just outside the main gate. As of yesterday, Mr.Doyle reports that the donation to the public art statues in the park, honouring Charles Babbage is $L2019 and donations honouring the Ada Lovelace statue is $L1019. Grand Total $L3038. Thank you to everyone who donated!
During a break from the day’s events in the newly opened
At the starting line, Mrs.Frye gave the commands, “Start your engines.” The smell of coal burning from the boats, and the emitting steam concentrated the air. The roar of the collective boat’s engines could be loudly heard all throughout New Babbage. Participants of the race waited eagerly at the starting line, to be sent off throughout the canals. Miss Frye yelled out, “Go!” and off we all went, charging the watery path to the finish line! There were some minor casualties, I being one when my boat launched it’s self up into the air, crashed and skidded along the ground! A couple of scraps and bruises manifested on my person, but only to honour the event.
At the finish line, a battle ensued, but there could only be one winner. First place went to Nux Chaplin, second place went to Garth Goode, and third place went to Salzar Jack.
Congratulations to you all who won and participated! Miss Frye did an outstanding job with the creation of the boats, and for organizing the event! Hopefully this event won’t be the last of kind!
PROMINENT MEN AND WOMEN OF THE DAY
John L. Sullivan
Men may admire the manly art of self-defense as a means for protection against insolence or injury, but when two men meet, with smiles and hand-shaking, and then proceed to pummel each other's features beyond recognition, the science of pugilism becomes interesting only to those whose lower natures are strongly predominant.
John L. Sullivan has a magnificent physique. He is as lithe and graceful as a tiger, and as merciless in his punishments.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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In this issue, The New Babbage Cog presents Chapter 9 of Sir ArthurConan Doyle's "The Sign of The Four."
THE SIGN OF FOUR
by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
A BREAK IN THE CHAIN
t was late in the afternoon before I woke, strengthened and refreshed. Sherlock Holmes still sat exactly as I had left him, save that he had laid aside his violin and was deep in a book. He looked across at me, as I stirred, and I noticed that his face was dark and troubled. "You have slept soundly," he said. "I feared that our talk would wake you." "I heard nothing," I answered. "Have you had fresh news, then?" "Unfortunately, no. I confess that I am surprised and disappointed. I expected something definite by this time. Wiggins has just been up to report. He says that no trace can be found of the launch. It is a provoking check, for every hour is of importance." "Can I do anything? I am perfectly fresh now, and quite ready for another night's outing." "No, we can do nothing. We can only wait. If we go ourselves, the message might come in our absence, and delay be caused. You can do what you will, but I must remain on guard." "Then I shall run over to Camberwell and call upon Mrs. Cecil Forrester. She asked me to, yesterday." "On Mrs. Cecil Forrester?" asked Holmes, with the twinkle of a smile in his eyes. "Well, of course Miss Morstan too. They were anxious to hear what happened." "I would not tell them too much," said Holmes.
"Women are never to be entirely trusted,--not the best of them." I did not pause to argue over this atrocious sentiment. "I shall be back in an hour or two," I remarked. "All right! Good luck! But, I say, if you are crossing the river you may as well return Toby, for I don't think it is at all likely that we shall have any use for him now." I took our mongrel accordingly, and left him, together with a half-sovereign, at the old naturalist's in
"Why, Mary, your fortune depends upon the issue of this search. I don't think that you are nearly excited enough. Just imagine what it must be to be so rich, and to have the world at your feet!"
It sent a little thrill of joy to my heart to notice that she showed no sign of elation at the prospect. On the contrary, she gave a toss of her proud head, as though the matter were one in which she took small interest. "It is for Mr. Thaddeus Sholto that I am anxious," she said. "Nothing else is of any consequence; but I think that he has behaved most kindly and honorably throughout. It is our duty to clear him of this dreadful and unfounded charge." It was evening before I left Camberwell, and quite dark by the time I reached home. My companion's book and pipe lay by his chair, but he had disappeared. I looked about in the hope of seeing a note, but there was none. "I suppose that Mr. Sherlock Holmes has gone out," I said to Mrs. Hudson as she came up to lower the blinds. "No, sir. He has gone to his room, sir. Do you know, sir," sinking her voice into an impressive whisper, "I am afraid for his health?" "Why so, Mrs. Hudson?" "Well, he's that strange, sir. After you was gone he walked and he walked, up and down, and up and down, until I was weary of the sound of his footstep. Then I heard him talking to himself and muttering, and every time the bell rang out he came on the stair head, with 'What is that, Mrs. Hudson?' And now he has slammed off to his room, but I can hear him walking away the same as ever. I hope he's not going to be ill, sir. I ventured to say something to him about cooling medicine, but he turned on me, sir, with such a look that I don't know how ever I got out of the room."
"I don't think that you have any cause to be uneasy, Mrs. Hudson," I answered. "I have seen him like this before. He has some small matter upon his mind which makes him restless." I tried to speak lightly to our worthy landlady, but I was myself somewhat uneasy when through the long night I still from time to time heard the dull sound of his tread, and knew how his keen spirit was chafing against this involuntary inaction. At breakfast-time he looked worn and haggard, with a little fleck of feverish color upon either cheek. "You are knocking yourself up, old man," I remarked. "I heard you marching about in the night." "No, I could not sleep," he answered. "This infernal problem is consuming me. It is too much to be balked by so petty an obstacle, when all else had been overcome. I know the men, the launch, everything; and yet I can get no news. I have set other agencies at work, and used every means at my disposal. The whole river has been searched on either side, but there is no news, nor has Mrs. Smith heard of her husband. I shall come to the conclusion soon that they have scuttled the craft. But there are objections to that." "Or that Mrs. Smith has put us on a wrong scent." "No, I think that may be dismissed. I had inquiries made, and there is a launch of that description." "Could it have gone up the river?"
"I have considered that possibility too, and there is a search- party who will work up as far as
Up to the small hours of the morning I could hear the clinking of his test-tubes which told me that he was still engaged in his malodorous experiment.
In the early dawn I woke with a start, and was surprised to find him standing by my bedside, clad in a rude sailor dress with a pea-jacket, and a coarse red scarf round his neck. "I am off down the river, Watson," said he. "I have been turning it over in my mind, and I can see only one way out of it. It is worth trying, at all events." "Surely I can come with you, then?" said I. "No; you can be much more useful if you will remain here as my representative. I am loath to go, for it is quite on the cards that some message may come during the day, though Wiggins was despondent about it last night. I want you to open all notes and telegrams, and to act on your own judgment if any news should come. Can I rely upon you?" "Most certainly." "I am afraid that you will not be able to wire to me, for I can hardly tell yet where I may find myself. If I am in luck, however, I may not be gone so very long. I shall have news of some sort or other before I get back." I had heard nothing of him by breakfast-time. On opening the Standard, however, I found that there was a fresh allusion to the business. "With reference to the
"That is satisfactory so far as it goes," thought
Yet, on the other hand, I had myself seen the evidence, and I had heard the reasons for his deductions. When I looked back on the long chain of curious circumstances, many of them trivial in themselves, but all tending in the same direction, I could not disguise from myself that even if Holmes's explanation were incorrect the true theory must be equally outre and startling. At in the afternoon there was a loud peal at the bell, an authoritative voice in the hall, and, to my surprise, no less a person than Mr. Athelney Jones was shown up to me. Very different was he, however, from the brusque and masterful professor of common sense who had taken over the case so confidently at
"Well, half a glass. It is very hot for the time of year; and I have had a good deal to worry and try me. You know my theory about this
"We all need help sometimes," said I. "Your friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes is a wonderful man, sir," said he, in a husky and confidential voice. "He's a man who is not to be beat. I have known that young man go into a good many cases, but I never saw the case yet that he could not throw a light upon. He is irregular in his methods, and a little quick perhaps in jumping at theories, but, on the whole, I think he would have made a most promising officer, and I don't care who knows it. I have had a wire from him this morning, by which I understand that he has got some clue to this Sholto business. Here is the message." He took the telegram out of his pocket, and handed it to me. It was dated from Poplar at . "Go to
"This sounds well. He has evidently picked up the scent again," said I."Ah, then he has been at fault too," exclaimed Jones, with evident satisfaction. "Even the best of us are thrown off sometimes. Of course this may prove to be a false alarm; but it is my duty as an officer of the law to allow no chance to slip. But there is some one at the door. Perhaps this is he."A heavy step was heard ascending the stair, with a great wheezing and rattling as from a man who was sorely put to it for breath. Once or twice he stopped, as though the climb were too much for him, but at last he made his way to our door and entered. His appearance corresponded to the sounds which we had heard. He was an aged man, clad in seafaring garb, with an old pea-jacket buttoned up to his throat. His back was bowed, his knees were shaky, and his breathing was painfully asthmatic. As he leaned upon a thick oaken cudgel his shoulders heaved in the effort to draw the air into his lungs. He had a colored scarf round his chin, and I could see little of his face save a pair of keen dark eyes, overhung by bushy white brows, and long gray side-whiskers. Altogether he gave me the impression of a respectable master mariner who had fallen into years and poverty.
"What is it, my man?" I asked. He looked about him in the slow methodical fashion of old age. "Is Mr. Sherlock Holmes here?" said he. "No; but I am acting for him. You can tell me any message you have for him." "It was to him himself I was to tell it," said he. "But I tell you that I am acting for him. Was it about Mordecai Smith's boat?" "Yes. I knows well where it is. An' I knows where the men he is after are. An' I knows where the treasure is. I knows all about it." "Then tell me, and I shall let him know."
"It was to him I was to tell it," he repeated, with the petulant obstinacy of a very old man. "Well, you must wait for him." "No, no; I ain't goin' to lose a whole day to please no one. If Mr. Holmes ain't here, then Mr. Holmes must find it all out for himself. I don't care about the look of either of you, and I won't tell a word." He shuffled towards the door, but Athelney Jones got in front of him. "Wait a bit, my friend," said he. "You have important information, and you must not walk off. We shall keep you, whether you like or not, until our friend returns." The old man made a little run towards the door, but, as Athelney Jones put his broad back up against it, he recognized the uselessness of resistance.
"Pretty sort o' treatment this!" he cried, stamping his stick. "I come here to see a gentleman, and you two, who I never saw in my life, seize me and treat me in this fashion!"
"You will be none the worse," I said. "We shall recompense you for the loss of your time. Sit over here on the sofa, and you will not have long to wait." He came across sullenly enough, and seated himself with his face resting on his hands. Jones and I resumed our cigars and our talk. Suddenly, however, Holmes's voice broke in upon us. "I think that you might offer me a cigar too," he said. We both started in our chairs. There was Holmes sitting close to us with an air of quiet amusement. "Holmes!" I exclaimed. "You here! But where is the old man?" "Here is the old man," said he, holding out a heap of white hair. "Here he is,--wig, whiskers, eyebrows, and all. I thought my disguise was pretty good, but I hardly expected that it would stand that test." "Ah, You rogue!" cried Jones, highly delighted. "You would have made an actor, and a rare one. You had the proper workhouse cough, and those weak legs of yours are worth ten pound a week. I thought I knew the glint of your eye, though. You didn't get away from us so easily, You see.""I have been working in that get-up all day," said he, lighting his cigar. "You see, a good many of the criminal classes begin to know me,--especially since our friend here took to publishing some of my cases: so I can only go on the war-path under some simple disguise like this. You got my wire?""Yes; that was what brought me here." "How has your case prospered?" "It has all come to nothing. I have had to release two of my prisoners, and there is no evidence against the other two." "Never mind. We shall give you two others in the place of them. But you must put yourself under my orders. You are welcome to all the official credit, but you must act on the line that I point out. Is that agreed?"
"Entirely, if you will help me to the men." "Well, then, in the first place I shall want a fast police-boat-- a steam launch--to be at the Westminster Stairs at ." "That is easily managed. There is always one about there; but I can step across the road and telephone to make sure." "Then I shall want two stanch men, in case of resistance." "There will be two or three in the boat. What else?" "When we secure the men we shall get the treasure. I think that it would be a pleasure to my friend here to take the box round to the young lady to whom half of it rightfully belongs. Let her be the first to open it.--Eh, Watson?" "It would be a great pleasure to me." "Rather an irregular proceeding," said Jones, shaking his head. "However, the whole thing is irregular, and I suppose we must wink at it. The treasure must afterwards be handed over to the authorities until after the official investigation." "Certainly. That is easily managed. One other point. I should much like to have a few details about this matter from the lips of Jonathan Small himself. You know I like to work the detail of my cases out. There is no objection to my having an unofficial interview with him, either here in my rooms or elsewhere, as long as he is efficiently guarded?" "Well, you are master of the situation. I have had no proof yet of the existence of this Jonathan Small. However, if you can catch him I don't see how I can refuse you an interview with him." "That is understood, then?" "Perfectly. Is there anything else?" "Only that I insist upon your dining with us. It will be ready in half an hour. I have oysters and a brace of grouse, with something a little choice in white wines.--Watson, you have never yet recognized my merits as a housekeeper."
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NEW BABBAGE AND STEAMPUNK FAQ
Q. What is New Babbage?
A. New Babbage is a planned group of themed sims designed to promote a steampunk aesthetic.------------------------
Q. What is
A. The first, and to date the only, of the planned New Babbage sims is
Q. What is "steampunk?"
A. Steampunk is a genre of speculative fiction, usually science fiction, that explores the question of how past eras, particularly the Victorian period, would have looked if more modern technology had existed usingonly the tools at theirdisposal. Thus the steampunk aesthetic often makes use of wood, brass, iron, and steam-powered engines to construct fantastic machines that never were.
Please see the steampunk Wikipedia entry:
Q. Is New Babbage for role-players?
A. New Babbage is for anyone interested in steampunk ideas. Although many residents dress and role-play the part, all are welcome to participate in the activities here (period attire not required), and are encouraged to explore the technology made available to us in SL New Babbagers are builders, scripters, and texture artists, curious and experimental by nature, come together to invent, create, and commune.
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