Yknow considering how Speakeasys at that time were a illegal place that everyone in secret went to, I can 100% see chat spamming to go into the speakeasy and Jerma refusing out of the notion of it being "ILLEGAL" I mean the man had to explain to chat how they shouldn't take financial advice from him for an full hour.
Streaming back then was so much more pure. Just a man smoking cigars, no "serial killer jokes" or "worst noises you've ever heard" just a man and his tier list as God intended.
Jerald Elbertson (September 22, 1885 - December 9, 1945) was an American actor and media personality, known for his work on the long-running radio and film series Jerma. Born in Boston, Elbertson started his media career voicing silent films and newsreels in cinemas. In 1923, he signed on as a radio host for WGI, rising to fame with his dedicated radio show Jerma. In 1928, Elbertson moved to Las Vegas to work for KOH in Nevada. After the Wall Street Crash of 1929, Elbertson went into severe debt that he never managed to pay off; the stress made him exhibit unusual "psycho" behavior. In an attempt to stay afloat, Elbertson shifted the topic of Jerma to a leisure format where he described what he was doing at any given time, especially while playing sports or games, while reading letters sent to him from listeners. In the 1930s, he began distributing films of his activities, which were produced and released simultaneously with his radio show. This has since been considered one of the first attempts at livestreaming. When American involvement in World War II began in 1941, Elbertson became an entertainer for the United States military, but proved to be controversial, as he would frequently laugh at reports of vehicles being destroyed; his report on the Battle of Prokhorovka in 1943, one of the largest tank battles in history, led to a four-minute-long laughing fit, then the longest in radio history. Elbertson died of laughter on December 9, 1945 after witnessing the vehicle collision that killed General George S. Patton. He was buried at sea by being dropped from a C-47 Skytrain over the English Channel.
They used to show Japin' Jeremiah at the old streamie in my hometown all the time. The audience members were called 'chatters.' It's how my great-grandparents met.
My grandfather would talk about him sending "mischievous telecommunications" to his mailbox, and his favorite hobby was scribbling on photographs of Jerald985 to make his visage look different.
Jerald985 during the Great War be like: “Chat, no, I’m not going over the top of the trench. I’m gonna get SHREDDED by MACHINE GUNS and- and an ARTILLERY SHELL or something. I’m not doing it.”
@@harperreese264meanwhile the Germans used to describe encounters with him as ‘den Horror gucken’ or ‘peeping the horror’ (when translated into English).
I chanced upon Jeremiah at the confectioner's shop in the great city of New York yesterday. I thought it right to apprise the lad on how superb it was to meet him in the flesh, but I didn’t want to rustle his jimmies or T-off the man by asking for an autograph. He said, “Oh, the way you are now?” I was taken aback, all I could say was “Pardon?” but he kept chipping in on me going “Pardon? Pardon? Pardon?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I ambled away and continued ordering, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I went up to give the clerk payment for my goods I noted him strolling out the doors with a dozen Capt Philly's Wrapped Sugar Bars without paying. The lass at the counter was a doll about it, very professional, and was like “Sir, I'll need 36 cents for those sweets.” At first he kept feigning drowsiness and ignored the mam, but at last turned back around and brought them to the checking counter. When the clerk rung up the cost of his goods, he insisted on paying for the bars all in pennies, rather than a quarter, a dime and a penny, he said "to prevent any register refunctance". I checked my copy of Laird and Lee Webster's after and didn't note any occurance of that term within. After she put them in a shopping sack, she tried to give him the reciept but he kept interrupting her by checking his pocketwatch.
@@Le_dank_memez Jeremy Elbertson is one of the things that _goes_ there. He's not from here but from there. From other cosmic bodies. "He" was never the same once "he" realized humans have created a book that describes "his" nature in a readable narrative.
We can look back and laugh at these clips now with the benefit of distance, but it's worth remembering how Jeremiah's broadcasts triggered a bull-rush on the cigar market, directly leading to Black Thursday and the Great Depression. Untold thousands of lives relegated to crushing poverty by the casual hubris of one man -- a sobering thought, indeed.
I remember that damnable Thursday. A beautiful day, it was, and unusually temperate, as though sent by God to mock us. Not a cloud in the sky. All was peaceful, all quiet in our sleepy town. I had only just nipped out to the tobacconist - supplies had lately run low of Elbertson’s Choice, which provided me the excuse I’d awaited for a stroll in the day’s gorgeous weather. All was well. But, ah, it was not to last. It was precisely at this hour that Jeremiah began the broadcast you see today. Incredibly (it seems now), I was quite pleasantly surprised! A fellow enthusiast of fine tobacco product, beginning another of his renowned “product reviews” at just such an hour as that on which I’d ventured forth to purchase the very tobacco products featured in his broadcast. On the spur of the moment, I decided to “tune in,” this being the colloquialism at the time. Perhaps, I thought, I might even come away with a useful tidbit or two, to aid me in my purchasing exploits. I am afraid I considered the occurrence most opportune. Such were the possibilities racing through my mind that, by the time I reached the tobacconist’s, I found myself very much excited. To say nothing of the beneficence I might gain should I heed the advice of such a renowned tobacco enthusiast as Jeremiah, I must confess that the event promised to be one of rare excitement to our sleepy little town. One might say we lived “in the sticks,” you understand - we were no bustling metropolis - and we enthusiastically welcomed any diversion from our daily business, perfectly agreeable yet monotonous as it was. We had not come to understand yet how precious our peaceful boredom was. As I entered the shop, I spotted Elizabeth Richardson, its proprietor, tuning her own viewing device to Jermiah’s broadcast. I asked her, with some surprise, about the practice. It seemed she had gotten into the habit of displaying Jeremiah’s tobacco-related broadcasts in the shop as they aired. Does good for business, she confided, tipping me a wink. Inclines a body towards a certain tobacco-enjoying mood. That was Liz. Full of surprises. I had a feeling she would go far. Glancing at my watch, I hastily went to replenish my supply of Elbertson’s Choice, wishing to complete my purchase before the oncoming tide of Jeremiah’s followers arrived. No sooner had we concluded business than the screen brightened, the music cut off, and the broadcast started in full. We watched with excitement as Jeremiah reviewed each tobacco product in turn, placing them in “tier lists” of his own design. The shop filled quickly, and Liz was soon doing a roaring trade, spurred on by Jeremiah’s pronouncements. It seemed her keen business instincts had led her in the right direction once again. Shaking my head in admiration, I turned my attention back to the broadcast, just in time to hear Jeremiah’s final, top-rated pick: the Elbertson’s Choice Authentic Black Gold (Mesquite Flavor). My blood turned to ice. All noise stopped. Across the silent crowd, I met Liz’s gaze. She was white as a sheet. Almost beseechingly, I turned my eyes to the broadcast again, hoping against hope I had misheard. But it was not to be. I watched with black horror as Jeremiah repeated his ruling and, as if to seal our fate, exhorted his followers to “go out and get one for yourself!” I could hear mutters from the crowd. Eyes narrowed. Fists clenched. Weapons were loosened in their holsters. Allow me to explain. There was but one Elbertson’s Choice Authentic Black Gold (Mesquite Flavor) in Liz’s shop. One single cigar, purchased with great circumstance from a foreign supplier. Only a single customer could hope to go home with this prize. I knew it. Liz knew it. And, God help us, they knew it. I will not relate to you what happened after that. My conscience, and indeed my sense of human decency, prevent me from describing the events of that cloudless, beautiful, horrible Thursday. Be glad, rather, that your psyche remains as yet untainted by the awful knowledge of that black day, to say nothing of the chaos that swept the nation afterwards. I have said before, and I will say again: no one man should have this much power.
@@jackkendall6420 thanks lol your comment gave me the idea and I thought, what the hell, I’m on a long car trip and I can think of worse things to blow all my creative energy on
Afterwards he received a telegram saying "Even a low-born scoundrel has better taste in cigars than you" and he spent his last 10 minutes of film attempting to prove he isn't a scoundrel
it's not just well edited. The part where he says "tastes like marshmallows" killed me and that was the original video It's supremely creative given the little editing he did
Ahh, shared a t-bone steak meal with the man a while back in New York City. The waiter served only one steak, apologizing profusely about running out. Jerald raises his hand up to silence the boy, proclaiming that all he wanted was the bone anyway. So we cut it out of my steak and we didn't talk for the entire meal, as he spent it gnawing at the bone viciously. Strange man, truly. Too bad we lost him to the War.
Or for donation messages, someone in the audience pays the donation fee, and an assistant comes and hands Jerma a little slip of paper with the message on it.
"Morning, chaps, as I once again write for you from the Daily Paper. In this edition, I have compared various cigarette products based on their quality, and put them into a so-called 'tier list.'"
Positively LOONEY broadcaster CONSUMES LIT CIGARS WHOLE! Popular Broadcaster and Showman Jerald "Jerry" Elbertsonesquire began hosting his radio show in an effort to inform the public of the quality of several cigar brands. This quickly went awry as he began to eat the cigars whilst they were alight!
@@fenixman2 strange how he got a ride to Austria at the time and met this funny fellow with a mustache, then he darn gone ruined the poor man painting the poor Chap was bloody fuming after that.
ah, the jerald985 cigar tier list stream. truly was ahead of its time i really loved the iron lung stream after it. i wasnt that on board with the idea but seeing him in an iron lung struggling to breathe? absolutely hilarious content, wish more streamers would do it
Kids these days are missing out. All this "modern medicin" and "improved life expectancy" will never make up for the sweet mechanical clang and serenity of a good ol' fashioned iron lung-a-thon.
@@derfliv206 forget iron-lungs old chap, there's nothing better than a little excavation of rare ancient civilizations to start the day, can't wait for the pyramids exploration stream
@@FarnesV That's too advanced my dear old boy nothing better than an exploration of our roots, can't wait until he does the "discovering fire and cooked meat stream"
the idea of an old time radio show that consists of just the sound of a guy saying "hm! ...alright! ... pretty good smell!" and other one word comments about cigars no one can see and without any of the visual tier list set up is so funny. with the listeners still tuning in in droves
DAFFY Radio Host Turns BONER to BOFFO: This Saturday, known loon Jerald Harrington (b. 1895) aired an unconventional "Revue" program featuring several brands of cigars on the market, across the nation. Jerry claimed he got the idea from a stroke of luck. After accidentally placing an order for 1,000 cigars, his street-level provider went through brand after brand in the effort to meet his order. After the show, the press was waiting just outside Harrington's privately-owned broadcasting studio. In a characteristic fashion, old Jerry told he didn't know he made the blunder until the monolithic delivery was waiting outside his home here in Las Vegas. He'd "forgot to check the invoice" before sending it out Friday morning. Upon being asked how it could've gotten so ridiculous, Jerry's joking recollection was as follows: "Oh, Gee. I dunno, mister... I had JUST gotten up. I wasn't paying attention to how many ZEROS there were! Early in the morning I wanted a CIGAR and I was out of CIGARS so I placed an order for some CIGARS! (...) Then I went to the HORSE track for about FIVE hours because I love LOSING money! [sic]" During the half-hour, he would sample the products one at a time, judging for smell and taste (with coffee on standby to "cleanse his palate"). Satisfaction felt from the initial bite would also factor in. Then, he would rank them by grades from F to A, with an extra "S" category for any specially "Sensational" stogie. Harrington claimed that any & all cigars which 'he didn't care for' would be donated to charitable organizations. While holding up a cigar, one of the many which surrounded him, he said this: "can't you just SEE that hobo's smiling face? When he gets one of THESE? [sic]" For our follow-up we'll ask Jerry if supporting the tobacco leaf made HIM any green this weekend, but more importantly, whether it made any of the several manufacturers green in the face once the word spreads around. Look out for that in these coming weeks.
this just reminded me of a dream i had of him. i met jerma at a parking lot where he drove around with his range rover. when he finally stepped outside his car he appeared to be much taller then on stream. i said to him "wow jerma you are wayyy taller then 5'8'' you are like almost 5'11''. he then smiled and said "it's just a bit for the show ;)" and then he started playing some game and i saw how he shrank and shrank back to the 5'8
I remember hearing about his autopsy when he passed away because coroners discovered his lungs were "the darkest material known on Earth", most likely attributed when he started doing cigarette tier lists in his later years.
Ah, the fantastic Jerma980, truly one of the more interesting versions of Jerma ever created. I'm glad this footage is still there to remind us of him.
Jeremy is actually a 30th generation streamer. His ancestor, Jesus Christ, was one of the first major influencers that pioneered what would become streaming.
the only thing more insane thank jerma is the fact that you had to manually track the cigar into jerma's hand. the editing on this is genuinely next level, even the hat is rendered in a 3d environment.
@@tmdiz4579 Pretty sure he saw it over a month ago since it was originally just posted on his reddit, just search for the clip since I don't think I can link it
GOSH I REMBER THIS MOVIE FROM WAY BACK WHEN MY GRANNY MADE ME WAFFLES ONE MORNING AND TURNED ON THE TV WE ALWAYS HAD THE SMALL BOX TVS THAT COULD FIT ON A KITCHEN TABLE AND SHE'D PLAY jerald985 cigar tier list ON HER SMALL TV; GOOD TIMES I WISH HE WASNT SO SMALL THOUGH GOBBLESS
To be quite genuine with you old boy this chap had me quite bushwhacked, I was under the uncouth notion that this was a quite regular Sir Jerma video but I was indeed mistaken. Cracking good show nonetheless.
back in the day, they amount of speed those poor boys had to do to make sure these streams never lagged. had to record the footage on film, get it developed and had to get it projected in 17,000 theaters at once. lost about 80 kids a minute but it sure as hell was worth it.
