Monday, January 2, 2017

Real photo postcard: Young woman wearing glasses


The first mystery real photo postcard of 2017 is a true mystery, as is often the case. And it's one that will likely never be solved.

There's no identifying information or writing on the front or back. The AZO stamp box on the back, with all four triangles pointing upward, sets the date range for this photograph between 1904 and 1918, according to www.playle.com.

I do have one thought, though. The young woman on this postcard could be the same woman who appears on the postcard that I featured in February 2016. Here they are, side by side...


And, full disclosure, it's likely I purchased these two postcards at the same time, but I can't be 100 percent sure any more. If they are from the same batch, that would lend more credence to the idea that it's the same woman. Of course, that doesn't get us any closer to knowing her name. But that's another matter.

Other mystery RPPCs

Original Robin Jacques illustration for "A Book of Dragons"


Here's a beauty. It's the original version of an illustration that Robin Jacques created for Ruth Manning-Sanders' A Book of Dragons. That book was first published by Methuen in 1964 in the United Kingdom. My personal copy is the E.P. Dutton hardcover, which was published in the United States in 1965. This illustration does not appear in my E.P. Dutton edition.

I believe — and this is pure, potentially-poppycock speculation on my part — that this image was first created and used exclusively for the Methuen paperback edition of A Book of Dragons, which was published circa 1977. That cover is shown at right. You can see that it's a cropped version of Jacques' original illustration and that it has been colored differently.

Regardless of when Jacques drew this and when and where it has been published, the illustration is gorgeous.

And it's for sale.

Now all you need to do is win Powerball.

This original piece of artwork is being offered by Blackwell's Rare Books for £1,750. As of this morning, that would be about $2,150.

Here is Blackwell's description of the item:
"ink drawing with water-colouring in blue, pink and yellow, 21 x 19.5 cm (image size 16 x 17cm approx) residue of adhesive tape and blue paint dab on verso, stored in envelope, excellent condition"
So, the image itself is only 16 centimeters wide, which is about 6.3 inches. That gives you a sense of how much incredible detail Jacques, who used the stippling technique, was able to pack into his illustrations.

This illustration should be framed and hung in a children's library, preferably next to a whole shelf of Manning-Sanders fairy-tale books. I think it would surely inspire new generations of children to read, dream, imagine and create.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Cool illustrations: The New Human Interest Library (Part 11)

Getting back into the swing of things with the 1929's The New Human Interest Library, we wrap up the "Drawing Made Easy" section of "The Do-It-Yourself Book" with these cartooning instructions by Cobb Shinn. (You can read about Shinn's background in the November 23 post.)

Shinn guides those who aspire to draw better through the creation of a stork, a bear, an elephant, a clown, and a little Dutch boy. (There are also instructions on drawing a racist caricature that I will not include here.) I like the elegant way in which Shinn uses easier-to-draw familiar objects, such as horseshoes, bells and ice-cream cones, as starting points for drawing more elaborate creations. The elephant is especially inspired.

Happy drawing!


Viel Glück im Neuen Jahre
Good luck in New Year


This cheery and peaceful old postcard has the German greeting Viel Glück im Neuen Jahre on the front. That translates simply to "Good luck in New Year." I think that's a sentiment that most of us can agree with, especially coming out of 2016.

The back of the postcard contains an oval logo with the word "Amag" inside. That means, I believe, that it was published by Albrecht & Meister of Berlin, a company that produced postcards both before and after World War II. The card was postmarked on December 30, 1957, and sent to an address in Paris, France. The note is written in German cursive, which gives me an extra level of difficulty in trying to translate it. I started, but my first attempt resulted in the partial translation "we lick you," so I gave up. So much for that New Year's resolution to learn to read German cursive.

Anywho, the other nifty thing about this 60-year-old postcard is the two stamps that were used.


These stamps are from Switzerland, so that must be where the card was mailed from.

Helvetia is a goddess who serves as the national personification of Switzerland, in roughly the same way that Uncle Sam does for the United States (but with a much longer, deeper history). Helvetia is used on coins, postage stamps and some official documents.

These two stamps were part of a set focused on "technology and landscape" that was first issued on on August 1, 1949, according to www.stamp-collecting-world.com, where you can see the whole set.

The orange stamp on the left shows the viaducts near St. Gallen, while the purple stamp on the right shows the reservoir at Grimsel Pass. There is a rarity version of the Grimsel Pass stamp, detailed by stamp-collecting-world.com, that is worth $4,000 in mint condition and $70 in good used condition. The stamp on this postcard is not the rarity.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

The inspiration provided by Carrie Frances Fisher


I used to have a small pile of yellow-bordered Topps Star Wars cards that had stayed with me through the years (alongside zillions of baseball cards), traveling from Clayton to Montoursville to Largo to Wallingford to State College to Gettysburg to York to Spartanburg and back to York. These were the "Series 3" cards that were first issued in 1977. (I also had a couple red and orange cards — Series 2 and 5, respectively — but most of mine had the yellow border).

My cards were in rough shape, with rounded corners and plenty of edgewear and scuffing; not nearly as nice as the example shown above. I finally gave most of mine away a few years ago, forgoing any remaining sentimental attachment. But I couldn't remember whether I gave them all away, so I spend last night doing a light search to see if I still had one or two around. No dice.

While there was a lot of focus yesterday, in the wake of the death of Carrie Fisher, on the thoughts and memories shared by her Star Wars co-stars and Hollywood friends, the tweets that I found the most interesting came from everyday people who shared what Fisher meant to them and how their lives were inspired by her. Here's a sampling...



















Monday, December 26, 2016

Book cover: "Lost Tribes & Sunken Continents"


  • Title: Lost Tribes & Sunken Continents
  • Subtitle: Myths and Method in the Study of American Indians
  • Author: Robert Wauchope (1909-1979)
  • Publisher: The University of Chicago Press
  • Date of publication: 1962
  • Price: $3.95, per the dust jacket
  • Pages: 155
  • Format: Hardcover
  • Dust-jacket excerpts: This entertaining book reports on a longstanding feud over the ancestry of American Indians, between the anthropologist Ph.D.'s — the "Phuddy Duddies" — and Atlantis, Mu, Kon Tiki, and similar enthusiasts — the "crackpots." ... Mr. Wauchope considers particularly the "mystic" jargon of some of the starry-eyed laymen, but concludes to that, while they have been too lyrical, the professionals have no been lyrical enough.
  • First two sentences: When Columbus discovered the natives of the New World in 1492, there was no doubt in his mind that they were east Asiatics, and he promptly began referring to them as Indians. He is said to have carried this belief with him to his grave.
  • Last two sentences: However, the scientist has not competed seriously for the reading public; the average professional anthropologist cannot or will not write the kind of book that people in any great numbers will want to read. For the most part he has surrendered this function, usually somewhat condescendingly, to the journalist, the travel-book writer, the sensationalist, and the devoted mystic, all of whom will prefer, any day, a lost continent, a lost tribe, or a lost city, to Lo the Poor Indian plodding through the snow and the centuries to his cultural destiny.
  • Random sentence from middle: There is something vastly amusing to professionals in this implied picture of anthropologists surreptitiously passing secret papers to fellow conspirators in order to guard the Fearful Truth of Wheeled Toys from a brain-washed public.
  • Review from Amazon.com: In 2013, "Dixie" wrote: "Entertaining and enlightening. A very fun book to read and debunks some of the downright dumb theories still being presented in mainstream media."
  • Notes: Wauchope was the director of the Middle American Research Institute and a professor of anthropology at Tulane University when this book was published. ... The original price of $3.95 in 1962 would be the equivalent of about $31 today. So this was a pricey volume, especially considering how slim it is. I would guess that price was geared toward it being purchased only by libraries and academics. In good news, there are plenty of copies now available on Amazon for less then $2. If only those libraries had waited! ... During his career, Wauchope was the author or editor of a number of other books related to archaeology and anthropology, but I also came across this title in his bibliography: Invisible Inzi of Oz. A mistake? Nope. And it's a hell of a story. Here's an excerpt from a 2012 post on Hungry Tiger Talk:
    "In 1919, sometime between May and December, a sister and brother, Virginia (age fourteen) and Robert Wauchope (age nine), began playing with their Ouija board. They were also big Oz fans. Well, the Ouija board started dictating an Oz story which Virginia dutifully wrote down sentence by sentence. There has always been an implication that the story was 'dictated' by L. Frank Baum to the children shortly after his death. In 1923 the children's mother typed up the story from Virginia's penciled manuscript and the kids sent a copy to Baum's widow. Maud Baum responded kindly and suggested the children submit the story to the children's magazine A Child's Garden, which they did. It was accepted for publication and serialized in the magazine from February 1925 through March 1926."
    So, a crazy little slice of Oz fan-fiction (or is it?) was brought to the world by a child who would grow up to become an Mu- and Atlantis-debunking archaeologist. You can also read a little bit about this tale on The Royal Blog of Oz.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Merry Christmas and, as Jill Jackson Miller and Sy Miller wrote...


Bydded heddwch ar y ddaear.
A gadael iddo ddechrau gyda mi.

Es werde Frieden auf Erden sein.
Und fange mit mir an.

يجب ألا يكون هناك سلاما على الأرض.
والسماح لها تبدأ معي.

讓地球上有和平。
讓它從我開始。

Пусть будет мир на земле.
И пусть это началось со мной.

اجازه دهید وجود داشته صلح بر روی زمین.
و اجازه دهید آن را با من آغاز خواهد شد.

Hebu kuna amani duniani.
Na basi ni kuanza na mimi.

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Christmas Eve mashup:
Infocom and Dan Fogelberg


Welcome to SAME OLD LANG SYNE: THE I.F. EXPERIENCE
Original implementers: Dan Fogelberg, Infocom.
Release 1.0 / Serial number 122416 / Post 2100.0

It is Christmas Eve, and a light snow is falling. You have been dispatched to acquire whipping cream for Irish coffee...

Grocery store
The holiday hustle and bustle is going at full steam. Carts squeak urgently across the floor. You smell gingerbread. Departments include fresh foods, a bakery, and, in the back, frozen and refrigerated foods.

>GO TO BACK OF STORE

Back of grocery store
The eggnog and apple cider have been well-raided. Scanning the shelves for whipping cream, you notice someone in your peripheral vision. She is wearing a blue coat and standing in front of a case of frozen desserts. Your heart skips a beat.

>WALK OVER TO WOMAN

You are now standing behind her, as she continues to examine the frozen pies. Without thinking, you gently touch her coat sleeve. She spins around, a bit startled, looking exactly as she did at age 20. After a short moment of confusion, she recognizes you, her eyes opening wide. The two of you move simultaneously for a hug. But, as you do, half the items in her purse spill to the floor.

>PICK UP ITEMS

Laughing, the two of you crouch and pick the items off the floor. The scene seems absurd to both of you, and you can't stop laughing. You get a few odd looks from other hurried customers, which only feeds your laughter. Tears form in the corner of your eye.

After composing herself, she adds an apple pie to her cart. "I should go pay for all this," she says.

>GO TO CHECKOUT

Grocery store checkout
You head up front together. The groceries are totaled up and bagged. The two of you make small talk, and the conversation lags a bit.

>WAIT

Time passes.

Through the big glass window at the front of the store, you see that it's still snowing. The groceries are bagged up, and she's ready to go.

>SAY SOMETHING

"Do you have time for a drink or two?" you ask.

She smiles. That old smile. "Absolutely."

>EXIT STORE

In front of grocery store
You carry her bag as the two of you exit the store. The street continues to the north and south.

>GO NORTH

Northern end of street
You see two bars, but they are both closed. It is Christmas Eve, after all.

>GO SOUTH

In front of grocery store
The snow picks up a little.

>GO SOUTH

Southern end of street
Another closed bar. But there is also a six-pack store, still open.

>ENTER SIX-PACK STORE, BUY SIX-PACK, EXIT SIX-PACK STORE

Done.
Done.
Done.

"We should get out of the snow," she says. "Let's drink it in my car."

>GO TO HER CAR

Inside car
You set the groceries in the back. The two of you sit up front. Snowflakes plop upon the windshield.

She hands you a beer and opens one for herself.

"To our youthful innocence," she says.

>DRINK

Your score has gone up by one point.

>PROPOSE TOAST

"And to now," you say, tapping her bottle with your own. You both take a sip.

Your score has gone up by one point.

The two of you are silent.

>REACH BEYOND EMPTINESS

You don't how how to do that.

>WAIT

Time passes and snow falls as the two of you drink. The conversation turns to how your lives are now. She tells you that she married an architect; he keeps her warm and safe and dry. But then she pauses, clearly leaving something out. She never did like to lie.

>LOOK INTO HER EYES

They are the bright blue eyes you remember so well.

>SAY SOMETHING

"The years have been a friend to you," you say. "You look great."

Her blue eyes flash. You know that flash, but aren't sure what it means this time. Doubt? Gratitude?

>WAIT

Time passes. The moment is lost.

"Your career must be going really well," she says. "I see your records in the store all the time."

You lapse into your standard reply: The audiences are heaven, and life on the road is hell.

More beers are cracked open.

>PROPOSE ANOTHER TOAST

You drink again to innocence, and again to now. Bottles are tapped and tilted upward.

Your score has gone up by two points.

>REACH BEYOND EMPTINESS

You don't how how to do that.

>WAIT

Time passes.

You are on your last bottles now. She glances at her bottle. "Last toast, I guess," she says, looking at you. "This one to innocence ... and time."

>DRINK

"Should old acquaintance be forgot," you sing, and then you finish off your beer. She giggles.

Your score has gone up by two points.

It grows silent.

>EXAMINE BOTTLES

There are six empty beer bottles. You are starting to feel tired.

>SAY SOMETHING

What do you want to say?

>ANYTHING

You don't have anything left to say.

"Well, it is Christmas Eve," she says, finally. "I should be going. But it was so good to see you."

She leans over and gives you a kiss.

"Merry Christmas," you both say, simultaneously. You laugh again.

>GET OUT OF CAR

In front of grocery store

The store is closed now. There are only a few cars parked here. You stand and watch the tail lights of her car as she drives away. You start to feel a little lightheaded. You close your eyes...

...School, many years ago...

It is a beautiful autumn afternoon. The two of you are on the campus quad, parting ways. Sunlight pours through the golden leaves as she walks away from you, never glancing back. This is a familiar pain.

In front of grocery store

You are standing here alone. The snow has turned to rain.



>WALK HOME