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Staff photographer Seymore Rofter this morning, caught this emotional scene outside of the residence of Poll Vaytor (not pictured). Here, Poll’s wife Ella is seen determined to depart on a donkey she had swiped from the circus Saturday. Ella was heard to say, “Sidney, I’m leaving.” And lo, she did. She was never seen again in that dress and hat. Fortunately. The donkey however did turn up later wearing the hat.
No one knows the identity of Sidney.
Poll pouted all the way to the Pig and Poultry Pub where he and Seymore sipped sassafras tea and snacked on cinnamon and sugar covered snicker doodles while discussing the cost of mosquito netting and the wayward wind.
Later, Vaytor could not be reached for comment. Someone carried him home and left him sleeping in his prize pansy patch. A few of the flowers faded from exposure to Vator vapors.
Photographer Rofter (also not pictured) would not comment even if he were awake.
 art_es_anna says: great picture !!
 cornerofthefield says: Where do you get this stuff? I imagine your mind as a grandmother's attic full of who knows what! By the way, I do love it :-)!
 anyjazz65 says: Ha! Thanks to you both!
I do believe that abandoned photographs deserve a life. If we don't know the real one, we must make up one for them. They are such beautiful mementos of life they should not be discarded with no memories at all.
Why on earth was she wearing white tights?
 ed ed says: i have been told by an unnameable source that this photograph, possibly, was taken as an alibi after poll vaytor (rotyav llop backwards, which gives the game away) and seymore, sharing a taste for sassafras and cinnamon, decided to set up home together and needed to get ella out of the way. the whole thing was staged, inlcuding her departure and including the donkey. we should not speculate on ella's fate, but i fear it was not a happy one... (the white tights may be a clue)
 mluisa_ says: Great image. I like it.
anyjazz65 says: Thanks mulisa. Sometimes I wish I had been present when these old poses were shot.
@ed ed: Bang on again! Seymore and Poll (Llop) did just that, although the immigration authorities finally convinced Poll (Llop) that he had to get a new Green Card or return to his native (unprintable) country.
Fear not for Ella Vator though. The white tights were part of a uniform. She had on a waiter costume under that dress and went to work in a very posh steak house that very evening. She wasn’t very bright however and turned out to be a rather… dumb waiter.
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ed ed says: ella vaytor. dammit, i missed that! i knew an ella mentry once; an ella fant too. coincidentally they waited tables also. i am curious that ella was a waiter rather than a waitress though. i'm sure you wouldn't have put that in for the sake of a joke.. it adds an extra dimension to the mixedup gender situation...
anyjazz65 says: Ah, ed ed! Again you have elegantly elaborated the elusive element in the story. Yes, Ella’s élan and rather elastic gender election enabled her to be equally employed as either. This illusive ilk of her element proved effective in the end. With some effort, she later eloped with the establishment’s employer and eventually ended up in the environs of Ellenwood, Indiana, with an elegant, eight bedroom home and an effete pet ermine named “Eagle”.
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