Charlie Brown, you have been making love to my sister for quite a while, an’ if you let me go now, I will consent.
From Fun in a Post Office: A farce in one act, by E. Henri Bauman, 1888
“I won’t marry Charlie Brown–never–and it’s very cruel in you to say anything about it!” interrupted Kitty, with flashing eyes, but with a great tremble in her voice. “I will never marry anybody!”
“But Katherine Forrester, Charlie Brown loves you!”
“I don’t care if he does.”
“And you love him.”
“No I don’t – I hate him!” with a burst of tears.
From “How Kitty Forrester was Tamed” by M. M. Haven, Ballou’s Dollar Monthly Magazine, volume 12, 1860.
On Wednesday, September 7, 1887, a horse named Charlie Brown, owned by one H.P. Brown, came in third place at a race at the annual fair for California’s Seventeenth Agricultural District, consisting of Placer and Nevada County. This would have been more impressive had there been more than three horses in the race.
Found another Charlie Brown of history. In 1875, Charlie Brown and his brother Derry, as well as some other individuals, were accused of rounding up fellow African Americans in order to kill the white men of Mississippi. This was at a time when race issues were playing out in some very ugly ways in Mississippi, with politics being used for racial issues but also racial violence being used to control politics. In a former Democratic stronghold, the Republicans had won thanks to the votes of freed slaves. (For those whose understanding of the parties and racial voting tendencies is more modern, remember that the Republicans were the party of Lincoln, was the slave-freeing party.) The Democrats at the time had formed the Mississippi Plan to use organized violence to suppress the black vote. At this point, I’ll I’ve found is some testimony regarding the Browns, and it looks to be regarding a group that the Browns were a part of being shot at by a group of white men. I have not yet dug into the history enough to know if there was any truth to the accusations against Charlie Brown, or if this was just an excuse invented by the white folks to legitimize shooting at these black men.
Back in 1884, there was a Native American (of the Calpella band) farmer who knew English better than the fellow members of his band, so he ended up doing a lot of the translation for them. He’d been born in Santa Rosa, California, in the town where the Schulz Museum and his studio offices now are. And his name? Charlie Brown.