… He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.” Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say “These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.
It’s Saints Crispin and Crispinian Day. They are the patron saints of cobblers, tanners and leather workers. So remember, if you’re walking through the West Village this morning and come upon a gimlet-eyed Leather Queen walking home, wish him a Happy St. Crispin’s Day!
Speaking of Saint Crispin …
It’s 1415, as it has been often said, times were hard – the only way to tell who the king was in England was looking for the person with the least amount of crap on him. The wastrel son of a usurping King led a ragtag army into another sovereign nation on this date.
After giving a stirring speech, the outnumbered army beats the far superior and well fortified army and wins the decisive Battle of Agincourt on this day. More than one hundred years later, either William Shakespeare or a bunch of other people wrote a slew of Henry plays
And so it goes
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