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Jim Bludso is a 1917 American drama film directed by Tod Browning. It was Browning's first feature film as a director. Contemporary sources are variable on the matter of whether the direction was a joint effort between Browning and the film's star, Wilfred Lucas.
Jim Bludso of the Prairie Belle. by John Hay. Wall, no! I can't tell whar he lives, Becase he don't live, you see; Leastways, he's got out of the habit. Of livin' like you and me. Whar have you been for the last three year. That you haven't heard folks tell. How Jimmy Bludso passed in his cheeks. The night of the Prairie Belle?
For instance: it would have been quite impossible for John Hay to write an acceptable or impressive poem about a sweet Christian fellow, who had sacrificed his life to save a boat-load of passengers; but he could paint Jim Bludso – a bad man – with a few touches that can never be forgotten.
How Jimmie Bludso passed in his checks The night of the Prairie Belle? He weren't no saint -- them engineers Are pretty much alike -- One wife in Natchez under the Hill, And another one here, in Pike. A careless man in his talk was Jim, And an awkward hand in a row, But he never flunked and he never lied, -- I reckon he never knowed how.
Analysis (ai): This ballad recounts the heroic death of Jim Bludso, an engineer aboard the Prairie Belle steamboat. Despite his flawed personal life, Jim is remembered for his unwavering dedication to his duty, which he fulfills in the face of a catastrophic fire.
How Jimmy Bludso passed in his checks. The night of the Prairie Belle? He weren’t no saint—them engineers. Is all pretty much alike— One wife in Natchez-under-the-Hill. And another one here, in Pike; A keerless man in his talk was Jim, And an awkward hand in a row, But he never flunked, and he never lied— I reckon he never knowed how.
How Jimmy Bludso passed in his checks The night of the Prairie Belle? He warn't no saint, - them engineers Is all pretty much alike, - One wife in Natchez-under-the-Hill And another one here, in Pike; A keerless man in his talk was Jim, And an awkward hand in a row, But he never flunked, and he never lied, - I reckon he never knowed how.
