City Hall building in Iowa City, Iowa (circa 1900-1905)
Wednesday, February 18, 2026
Saturday, December 13, 2025
Before Hollywood Had Rules: Iowa Actress Rita Bell's Wild Moment in Film
Rita Bell was born Marguerite Hughes Bell in 1893, back when the Midwest still believed it could raise children who would never leave. Iowa City was orderly and calm, a place that expected people to fit. Bell didn’t.
She sang her first part in an amateur performance in Iowa City while she was still a little girl, dressed in pinafores and wearing pigtails, standing on a small local stage and learning what it felt like to be seen.
She
changed her name to Rita Bell because the old name belonged to classrooms and
expectations. The new one fit on a program and was easy to remember.
This
wasn’t a movie story. Despite later guesswork, Rita Bell never worked in silent
films. Her career lived where voices mattered and mistakes were public—stages
and music halls, where you either held the room or you didn’t.
By
the early 1920s, she was working professionally. In 1922, she played the
ingenue role in The Spice of Life, produced by John Murray
Anderson. The role demanded charm without softness and confidence without
arrogance.
Monday, December 8, 2025
New Heating Plant at University of Iowa
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| (From the Des Moines Register. November 6, 1927) |
The plant was designed by Proudfoot, Rawson & Souers, with Professor B. P. Fleming serving as consulting engineer. The total projected cost was $500,000.
Thursday, December 4, 2025
The Union Brewery and Iowa City Beer
The Union Brewery in Iowa City felt like a
place that survived on nerve alone. Built in 1856 by Simeon Hotz, a shoemaker
turned brewer, it grew into a brick stronghold at Linn and Market, a place the Iowa
State Register said operated with “a confidence that must be admired,
considering the temperance sentiment now fashionable in the Capitol.”Workers outside a brewery in the 1860s
The brewery didn’t just sell beer — it sold identity. Hotz and Anton Geiger were German immigrants who brought their lager brewing with them, and Iowa City drank it up like a man who’d been wandering the prairie too long.
By
1868 they expanded into the big building — three stories, beer cellars
underneath, steam heat, the whole industrial symphony. Locals wandered in and
out of the taproom, leaving footprints in the sawdust and carrying home gossip
hotter than the kettles.

