tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71053621304822784962024-03-05T01:57:04.897-05:00My Sentimental LibraryJerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-78942205497348105122022-03-23T14:51:00.007-04:002022-03-24T09:17:17.250-04:00Elegant Extracts and Timely Tidbits About Dreamthorp; A Book of Essays Written in the Country<p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyWW7HZUSHKv5hGKbPxrSwI0p7QE-G7eqIelSkgQDQghRRy5ih1iRyjshqXionWPzOr0iobYYzPLKVIEEkIz1ykMiUNSMhTxz9dGL2ZpaSQaDtEVh-aGalrfzeyW3MMP8KSYp9ozsmKCwpcY4JycPBnaBbQxBA6wqZrxG24Sj8iADb1Z4aohh_K20h=s800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyWW7HZUSHKv5hGKbPxrSwI0p7QE-G7eqIelSkgQDQghRRy5ih1iRyjshqXionWPzOr0iobYYzPLKVIEEkIz1ykMiUNSMhTxz9dGL2ZpaSQaDtEVh-aGalrfzeyW3MMP8KSYp9ozsmKCwpcY4JycPBnaBbQxBA6wqZrxG24Sj8iADb1Z4aohh_K20h=w640-h400" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">Dreamthorp; A Book of Essays Written in the Country by Alexander Smith</span></div></blockquote></blockquote><div><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div>Before I created my seven book-related blogs, I displayed and discussed my books on websites that I created on WebTV (later called MSN TV) from November 1999 to January 2007. Here is my listing of Alexander Smith's book, <i>Dreamthorp; A Book of Essays Written in the Country:</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5LnTAsbd39uJ6Eq95_XJ05N4eC70tfl6fArejFxc7WwIgwU8TXcNIn5tmYfvVIOgMo0Y_J4v2CUbPhRooiUSoDZ_jKuj_W5-9uJwOxQkQHUAxvTZvXFEXGwgrXPZOIaSLS0SZ_HKduJL-zBjOciyQYv4hQ3oR65gkw6K9i3BiKo4o4zFC-WTxKqCC=s1099" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="1099" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5LnTAsbd39uJ6Eq95_XJ05N4eC70tfl6fArejFxc7WwIgwU8TXcNIn5tmYfvVIOgMo0Y_J4v2CUbPhRooiUSoDZ_jKuj_W5-9uJwOxQkQHUAxvTZvXFEXGwgrXPZOIaSLS0SZ_HKduJL-zBjOciyQYv4hQ3oR65gkw6K9i3BiKo4o4zFC-WTxKqCC=w640-h410" width="640" /></a></div><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><br /></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div>It was thanks to A. S. W. Rosenbach that I came across what A. Edward Newton and Christopher Morley had to say about <i>Dreamthorp</i>. About twenty years ago, I started collecting the lectures of the Rosenbach Fellows in Bibliography. In 1930 Rosenbach founded a Fellowship in Bibliography at the University of Pennsylvania, and Newton and Morley were two of the Rosenbach Fellows. <i>Bibliography and Pseudo-Bibliography </i>was the name of the book that contained Newton's presentations. <i>Ex Libris Carissimus </i>was the name of the book that contained Morley's presentations. Newton gave three lectures as the Rosenbach Fellow in Bibliography in 1936, the third of which was titled Essays and Essayists, and which contained his comments on <i>Dreamthorp</i>:</div><blockquote><div>I shall not pretend that this paper was prepared without some care, and as I read over my rough notes it suddenly occurred to me to re-read a volume of essays by Alexander Smith, who is remembered, if he is remembered, by one small volume of essays called <i>Dreamthorp, </i>published before I was born. I have a first edition of this book, and taking it from its place on my shelves, I opened it and to my amazement read in a paper entitled "On the Writing of Essays" much that I have said about Montaigne; this is not surprising, for everything that can be said about Montaigne has been said–– as about Shakespeare: the only thing that remains is to say it in a new way. But I also came upon this: "Jacques in 'As You Like It' has the making of a charming essayist and the essayist is a kind of poet in prose." I was not consciously pilfering from Alexander Smith when I wrote, a few days before, identically the same thing. I don't think I have dipped into <i>Dreamthorp</i> for several years; I read <i>As You Like It</i> only a few weeks ago. and I was struck at the time that the romantic Jacques, who is usually lying under a greenwood tree when he delivers his famous soliloquy, would have been a fine essayist if he had not been a finer thing––a fine poet. Reading further on, I came upon this: "It is not the essayist's duty to inform ... incidentally he may do something in that way just as the poet may, but it is not his duty." I was just going to labor this point, and I shall not be turned aside from the fact that a better man than I has done it before me.</div></blockquote><p>Morley gave five presentations as the Rosenbach Fellow in Bibliography in 1931. But rather than call them lectures, he called them conversations. His third conversation, entitled "Three Kinds of Collectors," contained his comments on <i>Dreamthorp</i>. And in this conversation he mentioned being introduced to <i>Dreamthorp </i>via Thomas B. Mosher's catalogues: </p><blockquote><p>... it was in one of Mosher's catalogues that I first heard of <i>Dreamthorp, </i>a book which is not widely known, and yet I feel that a casual soliloquy like this would justify itself if it did nothing more than introduce a dozen new zealots to a book like <i>Dreamthorp.</i> Some of you may be interested in writing essays. Alexander Smith's sketch in that book, called "On the Writing of Essays," is the wisest and most communicative thing ever said on that subject. His essay on Christmas, Christmas of the year 1862, is one of the loveliest things ever written about Christmas, one of the most poignant, and this is the time of year to re-read it. It was written not long before his death; perhaps already, in his fine phrase, he had "the candle of death in his hand," that casts a softened light on human scenes....</p></blockquote><p><br /></p><p>Both A. Edward Newton and Christopher Morley praised Alexander Smith's essay entitled "On the Writing of Essays." I extracted a portion of it to use as the opener for my essay, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2014/05/a-virtual-tour-of-my-collection-of.html"> A Virtual Tour of My Collection of Essays</a>, that I posted on My Sentimental Library blog in May, 2014:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg12siWLs6WxZ47FZaOwHdU8rTmFbhd69ddXGiicYx8Fdf0R-glxlsFI4kR8pzXpYlGf0NwSyYq6u-krqqtCaOMexnvNSIN0FxfeirEezm1CjQto03PSGg8X3cEy481QP0HX8bDkpofhfPVcL56Pb30vA8UbDXrvf6xpLtsS3jyvAmEWcdI3IJGvO6i=s1237" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="659" data-original-width="1237" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg12siWLs6WxZ47FZaOwHdU8rTmFbhd69ddXGiicYx8Fdf0R-glxlsFI4kR8pzXpYlGf0NwSyYq6u-krqqtCaOMexnvNSIN0FxfeirEezm1CjQto03PSGg8X3cEy481QP0HX8bDkpofhfPVcL56Pb30vA8UbDXrvf6xpLtsS3jyvAmEWcdI3IJGvO6i=w640-h342" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div>Christopher Morley thought so much of <i>Dreamthorp</i> that he wrote the seven-page introduction to the Doubleday and Doran publication of the book in 1934. And he again mentions that Thomas B. Mosher had something to do with his discovering <i>Dreamthorp. </i>But here Morley recalls that he discovered it by reading about it in Mosher's <i>Bibelot </i>series. I'll have more on Mosher and <i>Bibelot</i> later. But here are a few extracts from Morley's introduction from the<i> Dreamthorp</i> book:</div><blockquote><div>When Alexander Smith wanders about Dreamthorp, or when he talks about his library shelves, he turns up surprising nourishment. He is worth following closely. His essays are of an older fashion but no one has ever spoken more pleasantly of the essayist's purpose and privilege, or the perplexities of the life of letters.... A sad book, I found myself saying: it has the delicious gift of melancholy. In all the years that I have loved this book I have never cared much to identify Dreamthorp itself (very likely it is largely imaginary) nor to rummage out the details of Smith's life.... All the comments on him that I have ever seen say that he "died of overwork." What, then: this delicious picture of indolence and ease, loafing about the village, gardening, reading, is it all fiction? The pose as an old gentleman is also fiction, for we know that he was only 34 when this book was published––and died at 36. I can't help getting a grin when he speaks––in the essay on <i>Death and the Fear of Dying––</i>of the man of thirty as such an aged veteran.... Let none be deceived by his pretended posture of seniority: this is a young man's book; young even in its instinctive return to sombre themes. It is odd that teachers have not made more use of it; it has extraordinary things to say about literature, things almost worthy of Lamb; and he introduces his ironies so quietly that you might think them not ironical but just Scotch. "To be publicly put to death must be a serious matter." And finally, in <i>Dreamthorp </i>the enthusiast has one of the most selfish refinements of booklovers' delight: it is a book that only the very few have heard of....</div></blockquote><p>Morley's comments on Smith's use of ironies and being publicly put to death refers to Smith's essay on capital punishment entitled, "A Lark's Flight." Just as two men are about to be executed at the scaffold, a lark suddenly flies up in the air and begins to sing.</p><p>Morley wasn't the only one who mentioned Alexander Smith writing about his library shelves in one of his essays. I replicated Smith's special shelf in my own library and wrote about it on my blog, The Displaced Book Collector:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhByLKJ7BFww68GcyyX4plZB15BhJD1RzrqgnwKWHKperBbnwBQOzPnwVZe8A4Pfk8oHgKoiEhDFiz3b6T6ypMBmhUtTXN_9IfkmaIMxHxxizltuvOnh1RIuBeuqYjehw9h17Odo76-hLfLjH-iu_e81wixl7Lm3JdU2iaP60xFXRgl0qUTAtyfJPVY=s1076" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1076" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhByLKJ7BFww68GcyyX4plZB15BhJD1RzrqgnwKWHKperBbnwBQOzPnwVZe8A4Pfk8oHgKoiEhDFiz3b6T6ypMBmhUtTXN_9IfkmaIMxHxxizltuvOnh1RIuBeuqYjehw9h17Odo76-hLfLjH-iu_e81wixl7Lm3JdU2iaP60xFXRgl0qUTAtyfJPVY=w640-h508" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p> I wrote this blog post in June 2007 while watching my grandchildren in Hawaii while their father was serving a tour in Iraq with the U. S. Air Force. I couldn't include a photo of the shelf in the post because the books were still in Florida. So here's a photo of the entire shelf. It extends from wall to wall above my library closet. I intended to align the shelf with book chotskys, but decided to place some of the books from my Poetry Collection there instead. Located in the far right corner of the shelf are copies of the Poetry books and other books mentioned in Smith's shelf. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEeJ2B40Kfvm0JYpKeTKCs_PaeHU1FkVq_mUwJINWYw9xcfdu86VVIUls0uQobKtbsbxxXgs2o8xWtXeR_IUL9JYeYJaVaDg4tfiZsq0bHlcTyStfSb_Mksti2arjYOdOK2KS5fUnCrpvHF97xqLb9aOmFs6I3N7_W9JaDyZX_-8a3Trxi2ANioi0i/s1077/whole%20shelf.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1077" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEeJ2B40Kfvm0JYpKeTKCs_PaeHU1FkVq_mUwJINWYw9xcfdu86VVIUls0uQobKtbsbxxXgs2o8xWtXeR_IUL9JYeYJaVaDg4tfiZsq0bHlcTyStfSb_Mksti2arjYOdOK2KS5fUnCrpvHF97xqLb9aOmFs6I3N7_W9JaDyZX_-8a3Trxi2ANioi0i/w640-h416/whole%20shelf.png" width="640" /></a></div><p>Not shown in the photo below is a copy of the Doubleday, Doran publication of <i>Dreamthorp </i>that I acquired to replace a copy of <i>Dreamthorp</i> that I had given to a friend. And shown in the photo, but not mentioned in my 2007 post, are three books that I added to the shelf: <i>Tales By Nathaniel Hawthorne,</i> and two Torch Press books, both by William Harvey Miner: <i>Charles Churchill, Vagabond Poet </i>and <i>Savage–The Rake; Chatterton–The Precocious Youth; Two Eighteenth Century Character Sketches.</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk1i7J1uz7RqyDm4VD-6-FgJTkP9zXNQ4KbAjq00_PIDkD-mHYGtc2WkLv7HUcs6stJhFfOuGAud0xizh7Olr0LTYOcsRS47XHvS_KkLjaRXzOfI_727lvWiJbdeSMjsyNuSNNWvO0QjBJQDqAt8mluEwi_khy0vk59_hsVECXnEUrJI8AmmE07q1p/s784/shelf.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="784" data-original-width="648" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk1i7J1uz7RqyDm4VD-6-FgJTkP9zXNQ4KbAjq00_PIDkD-mHYGtc2WkLv7HUcs6stJhFfOuGAud0xizh7Olr0LTYOcsRS47XHvS_KkLjaRXzOfI_727lvWiJbdeSMjsyNuSNNWvO0QjBJQDqAt8mluEwi_khy0vk59_hsVECXnEUrJI8AmmE07q1p/w530-h640/shelf.png" width="530" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p> Now back to Morley! Further on in his Introduction to <i>Dreamthorp, </i>Christopher Morley himself places Alexander Smith on a special kind of shelf:</p><blockquote><p>He belongs on a shelf with those very special favorites of the tenderest passion––with Lamb, and Hunt, and Hazlitt and <i>Ryecroft</i>; with Sir Roger and <i>Walden </i>and Santayana. Or perhaps with that supremely Scottish classic, now too much forgotten, Galt's <i>Annals of the Parish</i>. If you were to put him not too far away from his idol Montaigne, then (in the words of the younger Scot) "There he lies where he longed to be." Some day I must look up his biography. I can't quite believe that a man so wise would allow himself to be killed "of overwork." Let us remember that!</p></blockquote><p>As an aside, there were numerous reports that Alexander Smith died of overwork. However, his death certificate lists diphtheria/typhoid fever as the cause of death. Smith contracted diphtheria in November of 1866, which was then compounded by typhoid fever. He died on January 5, 1867. Here is a photo of his grave in Warriston Cemetery in Scotland.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK6nluESVkr7mzIUaXnIn-732H5BdtiPcYiaqUz476xZOZLLplRrOyaDcHtKxao405e9BgVkhTVb7hWr5Dzg5JKAAgAH21RmSV9Ltq1RyoH4d_B0zgWcxOLEVeF9NFwGRJCsIa4oU6o0Y5ygIzqLeWHHWYub1hLHr19a3yZ13w_dGx5bJIqgdY2EBe/s2400/smith.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="2400" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK6nluESVkr7mzIUaXnIn-732H5BdtiPcYiaqUz476xZOZLLplRrOyaDcHtKxao405e9BgVkhTVb7hWr5Dzg5JKAAgAH21RmSV9Ltq1RyoH4d_B0zgWcxOLEVeF9NFwGRJCsIa4oU6o0Y5ygIzqLeWHHWYub1hLHr19a3yZ13w_dGx5bJIqgdY2EBe/w640-h480/smith.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>It was the Bibelot Vol XIX issued in 1913 issue that Morley later said was how he discovered <i>Dreamthorp.</i> Thomas Bird Mosher had reprinted an essay about Alexander Smith by James Ashcroft Noble that was published in the <i>Yellow Book </i>in 1895. The essay was entitled "Mr. Stevenson's Forerunner." Morley was on a Stevenson kick at the time and said that he hastened to read the piece. Morley agreed that Noble's article title was justified because he could see interesting parallels in Stevenson's <i>Lay Morals </i>and<i> Apology for Idlers </i>to Smith's essay, <i>Vagabonds.</i></p><p>Thomas Bird Mosher himself had a few words to say about <i>Dreamthorp</i> in his Foreword to the 1913 Edition of the<i> Bibelot</i>:</p><blockquote><p>For Dreamthorp, –– the book with the beautiful title –– has lived in the world fifty years and from now on, if we mistake not the growing indifference to merely smart-set writing of all sorts –– is called to a renewed and longer lease of life. All things considered it belongs in that little collection of precious age-defying books which never disappoint their reader and never grow old. It has the natural magic of simple, exquisite style: it is a book we love well enough to mark our favorite passages in, and not feel ashamed of doing so....</p></blockquote><p>Mosher also mentioned in his Foreword that he previously had a few words to say about Smith in the Foreword to the 1909 edition of the<i> Bibelot. </i>That issue contained an essay by James Smetham, which was first published in the <i>London Quarterly Review </i>in October 1868 as a review of Smith's posthumous work, <i>Last Leaves; Sketches and Criticisms. </i>As another aside here, I was surprised that Smetham made no mention whatsoever of <i>Dreamthorp</i> in his essay – not even mentioning the title! Yet he discussed all of Smith's other works including <i>The Life Drama</i> and <i>City Poems</i>. But now, back to what Mosher had to say about Smith and <i>Dreamthorp</i>:</p><blockquote><p>Smith, who died in 1867, "the prey of overwork," came suddenly into his own with the issue of The Life Drama (1853). He somewhat expanded his poetical outlook in City Poems (1857), and in his one play, Edwin of Deira (1861). But, whatever may have been the estimate of the pasionate few, we are come to a period of the dispassionate many, and he is only known now as the author of Dreamthorp: A Book of Essays Written in the Country (1863), which is still an ideal book for fireside companionship. "Poet and Essayist" was the epitaph chosen for him, and as an essayist he will remain as he desired: "To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for."</p></blockquote><p>In my June 2007 post,<a href="http://displacedbookcollector.blogspot.com/2007/06/shelf-in-my-bookcase.html"> A Shelf In My Bookcase</a>, I mentioned that one of the books on my shelf was Luther Brewer's Torch Press edition of Smith's essay, <i>A Shelf In My Bookcase. </i>Here are some of things Luther Brewer said about <i>Dreamthorp</i> and its author in the Foreward to his edition of the book:</p><blockquote><p><i>Dreamthorp</i>, a book of essays written in the country, his first venture in prose, appeared in June, 1863, and went through six editions in less than two months. These essays are delightful reading and have been favorites. They have the reminiscent flavor of the writings of our own Ik Marvel. They are full of a quiet charm; they evince sympathy with nature. "Never," said a writer in the <i>London Literary Times,</i> "since the days of Charles Lamb, who is an especial favorite, by the way, of Mr. Smith, has such charming prose been presented to the world. This, indeed, is high praise, but it is warranted fully.</p></blockquote><blockquote><p>In the belief that the bookish flavor and the breath of outdoor life to be gotten from the reading of the essay which follows will delight, it is republished in this form. It is a pleasure to remember the work of an author who can write such a clever thing.</p></blockquote><blockquote><p>Mr. Smith died as the result of overwork, January 5, 1867.</p></blockquote><p>I included an extract from <i>A Shelf in My Bookcase i</i>n my Aug 2013 post, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2013/08/elegant-extracts-about-books-booklovers.html">Elegant Extracts About Books, Booklovers, and Libraries</a>:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYBnpeuTw8EyxixcNbHwDovv0MGlBX6RwIGyfkddM5fay3sGOP1Stal2tQ7oUayrwhjBm6csQ_PR57wWplwP0JixjmqMqiV8vA_D0RQo6i8vSj5ZW6IDxIxgkdHllNo4c-GJMAjXRse48F_AUPbs1Nkhn0zn47eVwiOFmCKcYsQoYqa-yioKHf_Iw_=s1174" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="875" data-original-width="1174" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYBnpeuTw8EyxixcNbHwDovv0MGlBX6RwIGyfkddM5fay3sGOP1Stal2tQ7oUayrwhjBm6csQ_PR57wWplwP0JixjmqMqiV8vA_D0RQo6i8vSj5ZW6IDxIxgkdHllNo4c-GJMAjXRse48F_AUPbs1Nkhn0zn47eVwiOFmCKcYsQoYqa-yioKHf_Iw_=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>And finally, a word of caution! If you agree with A. Edward Newton, Christopher Morley, Thomas Bird Mosher, Luther Brewer, and yours truly, that a copy of <i>Dreamthorp</i> belongs in your bookcase, make sure that you acquire an edition of <i>Dreamthorp</i> that includes all twelve essays. The Peter Pauper Press edition contains only eight of the essays. Not included are <i>A Shelf in My Bookcase, A Lark's Flight, Christmas, and William Dunba</i>r.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-64980252458117819742022-02-28T07:23:00.003-05:002022-03-05T17:54:40.266-05:00About William Strunk Jr. and His Other Books<p><i>The Elements of Style, </i>William Strunk Jr's<i> </i>little book, is the little book that E. B. White made famous. But that's not the only book of his. Here are some of his other books.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXgKKEM8nrX80sGsx0haOoN2cf_ZR4ezfTJ1x8ZuWMnaf0I20lCdsRcE7MSUmu0sZ_yiaAm3kWFt75qnpjQ5NAxcrVZ02ROfn7baHEQ4j9IcaSx4kqBPhyPcOlChxhvopgyg2Pd3OBceW8dQTljSB9wV3gLJ_ysxqX_NMTKzLyYW5b18N4IyWMJM0Z=s2399" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1842" data-original-width="2399" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXgKKEM8nrX80sGsx0haOoN2cf_ZR4ezfTJ1x8ZuWMnaf0I20lCdsRcE7MSUmu0sZ_yiaAm3kWFt75qnpjQ5NAxcrVZ02ROfn7baHEQ4j9IcaSx4kqBPhyPcOlChxhvopgyg2Pd3OBceW8dQTljSB9wV3gLJ_ysxqX_NMTKzLyYW5b18N4IyWMJM0Z=w640-h492" width="640" /></a></div><div><i> </i></div><div><i>Macaulay's and Carlyle's Essay on Samuel Johnson</i> edited by William Strunk, Jr. New York: Henry Holt, 1895.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Macaulay's and Carlyle's Essays on Samuel Johnson </i>edited by William Strunk, Jr. New York: Henry Holt, 1896 (second revised edition).</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Juliana </i>edited by William Strunk, Jr. Boston: D. C. Heath 1904</div><div><br /></div><div><i>The Importance of the Ghost in Hamlet </i>by William Strunk, Jr. Reprinted from <i>Studies in Language and Literature in Honor of James Morgan Hart. </i>New York: Henry Holt, 1910.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Studies in Language and Literature in Celebration of the Seventieth Birthday of James Morgan Hart </i>edited by Clark Sutherland Northup, Martin Wright Sampson, William Strunk Jr. and Frank Thilly, New York: Henry Holt, 1910.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Romeo and Juliet </i>by William Shakespeare, edited by William Strunk, Jr. Boston: Riverside Press, 1911.</div><div><br /></div><div>T<i>he Last of the Mohicans</i> by James Fenimore Cooper, edited for school sue by William Strunk, Jr. Yonkers-on-Hudson: World Book Company, 1913.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>The Tragedy of Julius Cæsar </i>by William Shakespeare, edited by Arthur D. Innes, American edition revised by William Strunk, Jr. Boston: D. C. Heath, 1915.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>English Metres </i>by William Strunk, Jr. Ithaca: Cornell Co-Operative Society, 1922.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Topics and Questions on Shakespeare </i>by William Strunk Jr. Ithaca: Cornell Co-Operative Society, 1927/</div><div><br /></div><div><blockquote>Not listed but headed my way from Saucony Book Shop is a copy of <i>All For Love and the Spanish Fryar </i>by John Dryden edited by William Strunk Jr. Boston: D. C. Heath, 1911.</blockquote></div><div><b>Here are some tidbits and anecdotes about Strunk and some of his books.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>As a Samuel Johnson collector myself, I was delighted to discover that William Strunk's first book was <i>Macaulay's and Carlyle's Essays on Samuel Johnson.</i> I thought so much of the book that I didn't even ask for a refund when the book arrived with the front and rear covers cracked due to poor packing by the eBay seller.</div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCOu5wQMIxf1K8eDmgYIE9YhMsmAharAeHEoR4dNlRjxQFS7kclQqX3bWPget2c4WlszjUgRgKv1d5fPmTp3gg4qH1QbELDTlM_ThbJvUg2FdFXgxyhlA-88ce27zMxtpE0gf0QXGXCamJAZ6CEBZjG4DZUkuovgab6mn3vRNIZhkLLFjvtgMS33lg=s2400" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="2400" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCOu5wQMIxf1K8eDmgYIE9YhMsmAharAeHEoR4dNlRjxQFS7kclQqX3bWPget2c4WlszjUgRgKv1d5fPmTp3gg4qH1QbELDTlM_ThbJvUg2FdFXgxyhlA-88ce27zMxtpE0gf0QXGXCamJAZ6CEBZjG4DZUkuovgab6mn3vRNIZhkLLFjvtgMS33lg=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>I was even more delighted after reading Strunk's comments in the very first paragraph of his Introduction concerning the sources of Johnson and Boswell that are mentioned in the essays of Macaulay and Carlyle.</p><blockquote><p>The first great authorities for the lives of the two are Boswell's <i>Life of Johnson </i>and <i>Tour to the Hebrides. </i>Besides the great literary excellence of these works, their great veracity and accuracy are unquestioned. The other sources for Johnson's biography, mentioned in the two essays, add little to what Boswell tells, and are of interest chiefly to annotators of the <i>Life. </i>Mrs. Thrale gives some anecdotes not found elsewhere, it is true, but her book has no serious value; it is merely amusing. Hawkins is proverbially dull, and has an air of giving information at second hand. Tyers gives merely a rambling collection of gossip, told in commonplace fashion. Murphy, a professional man of letters and a personal friend, wrote a life of Johnson as one of his literary commissions, just as he has previously written a life of Fielding; satisfactory performances in their day, but now obsolete.</p></blockquote><p><span><span><span>The great Johnsonian collector, R. B. Adam, thought enough of the book to acquire a copy for his Johnsonian Collection.</span></span></span></p><p><span><span></span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_JgkqtR02pRdGgixI6BDZKVqvdyt3mtxkQrgAmtyx8j1jXdqyaoN6J5igc2BwYT1c1ERJmCbUtvo5CX3Id3fpSq8-dUu3YXnytZKNt6jRSg2Q54gpLjjcvyrucU6xuVY7vccUyVP5Sn0HhZuKyagTwQN5IZts7tP1_XF4jLk8FsRjE1j3lI0_swn8=s2400" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="2400" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_JgkqtR02pRdGgixI6BDZKVqvdyt3mtxkQrgAmtyx8j1jXdqyaoN6J5igc2BwYT1c1ERJmCbUtvo5CX3Id3fpSq8-dUu3YXnytZKNt6jRSg2Q54gpLjjcvyrucU6xuVY7vccUyVP5Sn0HhZuKyagTwQN5IZts7tP1_XF4jLk8FsRjE1j3lI0_swn8=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span><span><span>Johnsonian collectors at large bought so many copies of the book that its publisher, Henry Holt, published a second edition a year later in 1896.<br /></span></span></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUpHFY7a1wg1jCmwISLz8CC2PpQXewSfEqaE4IaAGPRI3biejbCb_RsvDlkkqghlPbX-4COCrZcVpzLHPFm6i5fN9MHF1OXpx_aJShbsZFeX6RIA_di-w1wsLH2p0d2TYFHVAe41yzRckr9ncYvXWfSiEcAuBv5l5pTevIZp3B3L3u5U4WBj900Y8p=s2791" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1646" data-original-width="2791" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUpHFY7a1wg1jCmwISLz8CC2PpQXewSfEqaE4IaAGPRI3biejbCb_RsvDlkkqghlPbX-4COCrZcVpzLHPFm6i5fN9MHF1OXpx_aJShbsZFeX6RIA_di-w1wsLH2p0d2TYFHVAe41yzRckr9ncYvXWfSiEcAuBv5l5pTevIZp3B3L3u5U4WBj900Y8p=w640-h378" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Another literary critic, Henry Walcott Boynton, thought so highly of Strunk's book that he provided the same notes in his 1896 book, <i>Selections From Carlyle</i>, that Strunk used in his book, often with the same exact words. Strunk called Boynton out on this plagiarism in a March 1897 letter to the editors of <i>Modern Language Notes </i>(<a href="https://www.jstor.org/stable/2919456" target="_blank">Jstor</a>).<i> </i>In the letter, Strunk mentioned that the Johnsonian, George Birkbeck Hill, informed him of a mistake in the title of a book by Richard Cumberland cited in one of Strunk's notes. Strunk corrected the error in the second edition of Strunk's book. And he chided Boynton for not consulting the second edition before copying the note.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><u>Strunk's Notes to the 1895 Edition</u></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUtBwVb1DS7XLC25YOiyEFtfAzmxGY8eRR87EeRmCzxHq4zeu2evIoQ1pJWrzvK_gImuwKF1qvU58jXVP3ExToiA42QjH8mfEijElYcPrn7ykYGXaDrh_w6RUoc3gduZhUljdvy0bHvA5qhvt4gGeBja_rufXsd4RWAyZYsFeJtJcLDUqfwRVELgFh=s1329" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1329" data-original-width="895" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUtBwVb1DS7XLC25YOiyEFtfAzmxGY8eRR87EeRmCzxHq4zeu2evIoQ1pJWrzvK_gImuwKF1qvU58jXVP3ExToiA42QjH8mfEijElYcPrn7ykYGXaDrh_w6RUoc3gduZhUljdvy0bHvA5qhvt4gGeBja_rufXsd4RWAyZYsFeJtJcLDUqfwRVELgFh=w432-h640" width="432" /></a></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>Strunk's Notes to the 1896 Edition</u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqzpQGQ0Eglc106B6xWzLkWjwf-zBxLE0dB7LsYX3YVxQTh4cQeMi7JSPNJhvBj5_zxfV-f7GhAsmGDmpvQSvSgGPGHezH4KT79Sr_5WJyeNE3lmVPkdcsEnKcf2yELubV61tCz5gjABM9VRs52m-2Yf1a1tIRUkkZwXF9nKAyiuyikx05C0oi5pTb=s1311" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1311" data-original-width="943" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqzpQGQ0Eglc106B6xWzLkWjwf-zBxLE0dB7LsYX3YVxQTh4cQeMi7JSPNJhvBj5_zxfV-f7GhAsmGDmpvQSvSgGPGHezH4KT79Sr_5WJyeNE3lmVPkdcsEnKcf2yELubV61tCz5gjABM9VRs52m-2Yf1a1tIRUkkZwXF9nKAyiuyikx05C0oi5pTb=w460-h640" width="460" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><u>Boynton's Notes to His Book</u></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiST16Jo-gkfPG_oXmok8vE1hUJUn04XSQ-sBhDMdPvxj9uL3QeWGJBjiE7OKg5-0UpXHJdrEWwwazEw2zqAttvv6F-fjv0-dI1NiZp7WdMCHrAwuxbcm8WjEe6iwM9AFuMEAA4mRW2pQRGngTGI_5VvV0RUH7U1dEG3ElMJ1MhWQMFqCxjKrfCgoF3=s667" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="434" data-original-width="667" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiST16Jo-gkfPG_oXmok8vE1hUJUn04XSQ-sBhDMdPvxj9uL3QeWGJBjiE7OKg5-0UpXHJdrEWwwazEw2zqAttvv6F-fjv0-dI1NiZp7WdMCHrAwuxbcm8WjEe6iwM9AFuMEAA4mRW2pQRGngTGI_5VvV0RUH7U1dEG3ElMJ1MhWQMFqCxjKrfCgoF3=w640-h416" width="640" /></a></div><p>Strunk was one of the editors of a festschrift of essays collected and published in honor of James Morgan Hart 70th birthday in 1910. Hart was a fellow professor at Cornell who was retiring. Hart was a professor at the University of Cincinnati when Strunk was attending college there in the late 1880s. He finished hs academic career as a professor at Cornell.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxL39xWTIVpfDeVghwXH9W2cpyHZomLZ96BVdlrOLTPlVQOWxyYz0gdSLD5vH-kojYwmtYzjewa6IOwpk8yiVygnqcZHB5TNnbYiQ24fk1qtOcv87s4JlauiSb3HEGJ1PCNHsrbB2hPx8ypmZRbbcvCf1UrKYRV7-uYJ-i8NKSqjbMTPOtUYuKNSof=s2135" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2135" data-original-width="1181" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxL39xWTIVpfDeVghwXH9W2cpyHZomLZ96BVdlrOLTPlVQOWxyYz0gdSLD5vH-kojYwmtYzjewa6IOwpk8yiVygnqcZHB5TNnbYiQ24fk1qtOcv87s4JlauiSb3HEGJ1PCNHsrbB2hPx8ypmZRbbcvCf1UrKYRV7-uYJ-i8NKSqjbMTPOtUYuKNSof=w354-h640" width="354" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Strunk contributed his essay, "The Importance of the Ghost in Hamlet," for the book. He gave a copy of the offprint to Frederick Tupper, an English Language professor at the University of Vermont. This offprint, inscribed by Strunk himself, is now in my library.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrjpE4ZB-XBBdtHPf4x3vyxW5_NLTg66FaRxUDzg2AMp3dCRZ632aI6L8XRQn6JsrxHoikx--xnDED4gXyCV8rSq2SbUMIqY_lvJkZdCup3Xg5UUYfKlR4weT1zXrj5wcfrBGM6WiPAoOSJt50MPjDmuZgIXopZQfSqFpxDON6WEdfy1B5xncxbcez=s2400" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="2400" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrjpE4ZB-XBBdtHPf4x3vyxW5_NLTg66FaRxUDzg2AMp3dCRZ632aI6L8XRQn6JsrxHoikx--xnDED4gXyCV8rSq2SbUMIqY_lvJkZdCup3Xg5UUYfKlR4weT1zXrj5wcfrBGM6WiPAoOSJt50MPjDmuZgIXopZQfSqFpxDON6WEdfy1B5xncxbcez=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Strunk edited two of Shakespeare's works, the Riverside Press edition of <i>Romeo and Juliet </i>in 1911, and D. C. Heath's Arden Shakespeare Series of<i> Julius Cæsar </i>in 1915. In 1927, the Cornell Co-Operative Society published his pamphlet <i>Topics and Questions on Shakespeare</i>. The Cornell Co-Operative Society previously published his pamphlet, <i>English Metres,</i> in 1922.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuYzeQm9aWxxqkFqFoOjK4ZDHjThDDixcGdqUJvSoDzoFS_6FHqOah0RRNoAvs1g6-4HcqzQ7e_3yHIAe-qAE2qGHHhi7jmaYpd90hoafnotN2nL9K5Vx7RpHKw3jrzx33o-2V94FMQa7_5ySX-BPdjbxUNtzGjTWlN0t5J2ysjtRziJMjFjapAwRO=s2400" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="2400" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuYzeQm9aWxxqkFqFoOjK4ZDHjThDDixcGdqUJvSoDzoFS_6FHqOah0RRNoAvs1g6-4HcqzQ7e_3yHIAe-qAE2qGHHhi7jmaYpd90hoafnotN2nL9K5Vx7RpHKw3jrzx33o-2V94FMQa7_5ySX-BPdjbxUNtzGjTWlN0t5J2ysjtRziJMjFjapAwRO=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Strunk's biggest claim to fame during his lifetime was being chosen in 1935 as the literary adviser for the MGM movie production of <i>Romeo and Juliet. </i> Irving Thalberg had been trying to get his studio to do a film production of Romeo and Juliet for years, and finally, in 1935, the studio gave him the go ahead to do the production. Thalberg wanted the most eminent Shakespeare authority in America to be the literary adviser for the film. And the Folger Library recommended William Strunk Jr. Thalberg wanted the film version of <i>Romeo and Juliet</i> to be as close to Shakespeare's version of the play as possible. He told Strunk, "Your job is to protect Shakespeare from us."</p><div><br /></div>Here is Strunk studiously at work taking notes to use in his role as literary adviser for the 1936 Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer (MGM) production of <i>Romeo and Juliet. </i><p><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHOU2YqYlC7seNHnWLhMcK886t630Jd2UfbJC5-cKlhISqtvvwXoKIENQluVbvGiC6yvLOLRnE-IiwgKN-f6vYOQi04GLjr85psznMWqmDp2bEF0G0Td3S--7AD8eB3VTiupX8CDSp6nJMUVmOVUS92FKzvSKMnZIEwzUO_UO5camRMunzU5j-Y49m=s1813" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1813" data-original-width="1180" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHOU2YqYlC7seNHnWLhMcK886t630Jd2UfbJC5-cKlhISqtvvwXoKIENQluVbvGiC6yvLOLRnE-IiwgKN-f6vYOQi04GLjr85psznMWqmDp2bEF0G0Td3S--7AD8eB3VTiupX8CDSp6nJMUVmOVUS92FKzvSKMnZIEwzUO_UO5camRMunzU5j-Y49m=w416-h640" width="416" /></a></span></span></span></div><span><span><span><br /> <span> </span></span></span></span><p>I have two books about the movie: a souvenir program and the motion picture edition published by Random House in 1936. Strunk wrote the Introduction for the Random House edition, explaining why a mivie production was the best avenue to present SStrunk's play. The photo of Stunk displayed above is illustrated on page 256 of the book.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwLobqV53LjPbjpXCF0Gm96E3b9UevPXB5XyoHauhelHtEWqV5EsunTkAFUcz-DOGVTy-QffZgjNnO3WrXKk55u4SOV8_9CQiEIQqF_EKiWsCJzw254r0piVnMr2jqWgvK8OUProLwIEch__KYG-JgRY4pFv9LjmXXoTWKiu3JNTXV8Ra7mZnfaC7U=s1767" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1767" data-original-width="1660" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwLobqV53LjPbjpXCF0Gm96E3b9UevPXB5XyoHauhelHtEWqV5EsunTkAFUcz-DOGVTy-QffZgjNnO3WrXKk55u4SOV8_9CQiEIQqF_EKiWsCJzw254r0piVnMr2jqWgvK8OUProLwIEch__KYG-JgRY4pFv9LjmXXoTWKiu3JNTXV8Ra7mZnfaC7U=s320" width="301" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpY2U0zDmrMn5ff9oPQTdt14fNmuYmcFwjqQrUOtyiV0N1sPfM5QbTb7OsioMMQOh8EmPJjwHmf5tyDU-E44khr-uqR6pv8QA3zkK9dGuIWw49289_EEysXxmE5hBdkN6b7a0wpQC_QFUXiGcw--OQlLcs_usQ2pI3tIDQnmygIoAU6jewzeOqDkl8=s2432" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2432" data-original-width="1545" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpY2U0zDmrMn5ff9oPQTdt14fNmuYmcFwjqQrUOtyiV0N1sPfM5QbTb7OsioMMQOh8EmPJjwHmf5tyDU-E44khr-uqR6pv8QA3zkK9dGuIWw49289_EEysXxmE5hBdkN6b7a0wpQC_QFUXiGcw--OQlLcs_usQ2pI3tIDQnmygIoAU6jewzeOqDkl8=w254-h400" width="254" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div><span><span><span><div><br /></div><div><i>The Grove Book of Hollywood, </i>a book of Hollywood anecdotes edited by Christopher Silvester in 2007, contains an anecdote concerning Strunk's salary as literary adviser for the film. Strunk wanted a salary of $400, but Thalberg thought that was too much. Samuel Marx was headed east on other MGM business, and Thalberg asked him to contact Strunk and see if he could negotiate Strunk's salary. Strunk wanted the dean of Cornell to ask as his agent since part of Strunk's salary would go toward paying the salary of other professors who would teach his classes while Strunk was in Hollywood. Marx offered two hundred dollars. But the dean turned it down saying that many professors are paid four hundred dollars a month! Marx was shocked because the studio paid salaries by the week; whereas the college paid salaries by the month. He told the dean he'd have to think it over. A little while later he notified the dean that Thalberg realized that Strunk would find it difficult to live in Hollywood on $400 a month, so he offered a salary of $600 a month! Strunk and the dean were completely satisfied. And soon after Strunk arrived in Hollywood, Thalberg raised Strunk's salary to $800 a month!</div><div><p><span><span><span><span>For more than the past ten years, I have been corresponding with Jim Myers, whose father, Henry Alonzo Myers, was a professor of English at Cornell, and one of William Strunk's long-time friends. Jim mentions his father's friendship with Strunk, in an article in the June 1977 issue of <i>The Cornell Alumni News </i>that is titled "A University of the Mind."<i> </i>His father, while still a graduate student, was the secretary of the Cornell Department of English. The job consisted of two duties: listening to William Strunk, and writing letters to job applicants informing them that no jobs were available.</span></span></span></span></p><p>By far the best Strunkian anecdote that Jim Myers ever told me was when Strunk was turning his English class over to Myers before departing for Hollywood. Strunk's desk was covered with books. And as Strunk was hurrying out the door, Myers asked, "What should I do with the books?" Strunk yelled back, "Keep them!" </p><p> Henry Alonzo Myers kept Strunk's books. And now his son Jim Myers has them. He also has letters that Strunk wrote to his father on Hollywood Hotel Stationary. In the letters, Strunk writes about the actors and actresses he met on the movie set. </p><p>I asked to buy some of Strunk's books from Jim Myers, and even asked for copies of some of the letters. But he has other plans for what he will do with them.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></span></span></span></div><p></p>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-88483999831300201952022-01-22T12:41:00.009-05:002022-02-24T12:16:28.493-05:00Twenty Years of Collecting and Writing About The Early Editions of William Strunk's Little Book, The Elements of Style<div style="text-align: center;">My Copies of the Early Editions of The Elements of Style </div><div style="text-align: center;">Top Row: 1919 1919 1920 1920 1920 1920 </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Bottom Row: 1934 1934 1934 1936 c1940s c1940s</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgDCSx88trc25UpKRq1onhCkMl5qz1xuCW6pJ5ua2nN_B55FbtbwDScqzvCFAFD5mxXzw3Ousck4L2h2dwMEw6ZEW_O4_W8d_8qv2LPEkoEZwmusuMkqj0FZdJXuqprdrwOccQkmie0w7AMuRl1JRMbZSlCynl0E685BULz66mfBw2TxpLAVgbNYPXn=s3072" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1744" data-original-width="3072" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgDCSx88trc25UpKRq1onhCkMl5qz1xuCW6pJ5ua2nN_B55FbtbwDScqzvCFAFD5mxXzw3Ousck4L2h2dwMEw6ZEW_O4_W8d_8qv2LPEkoEZwmusuMkqj0FZdJXuqprdrwOccQkmie0w7AMuRl1JRMbZSlCynl0E685BULz66mfBw2TxpLAVgbNYPXn=w640-h364" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>On any given day, there are over a thousand copies of <i>The Elements of Style </i>listed for sale on the web. Most of these copies are Strunk/White Editions, which were first published in 1959. Less than twenty of the thousand copies for sale are copies of pre-1959 Strunk Editions. </p><p>On Wednesday, January 19, 2022, there were seven copies of pre-1959 editions, the early editions of <i>The Elements of Style, </i>listed for sale on AbeBooks alone. Four of them were copies of the 1920 Harcourt, Brace and Company First Trade Edition. They were priced from $800 to $1,000. One copy was a copy of the 1934 Revised Edition. It was priced at $400. Two were copies of the circa 1940s Thrift Press Edition. They were priced at $200 and $400 respectively. These copies of early editions of <i>The Elements of Style</i> are what I have been collecting and writing about for twenty years. And for twenty years, I have been periodically checking Abebooks, other book search engines, and eBay for copies of these early editions<i>. </i></p><p><i>The Elements of Style </i>is the book by William Strunk, Jr. that E. B. White made famous. He wrote about Strunk and the 1918 Edition of Strunk's little book in an article for <i>The New Yorker</i> in 1957. Jack Case, an editor for the Macmillan publishing firm, read White's article, and convinced him to update Strunk's book for publication. Macmillan published the first of several Strunk/White Editions of <i>The Elements of Style </i>in 1959. Over ten million copies of <i>The Elements of Style</i> have been sold. I bought my first copy of <i>The Elements of Style</i> in the 1960s while attending high school. It was a Strunk/White Edition, and it cost me 95 cents.</p><p>I bought my first copy of an early edition of <i>The Elements of Style</i><i> </i>in March 2001, and it cost me $35.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhE6rAA6ZcgQa7rI-eVGP_ZkJw-Xr0duEE_UMn6Eh2uIEHxu3T5V3MSya5F-jLLuSD19bxbiuirasXr0GFgAHT1CehQ8ORVvvN-iw7fRR2i0ZNqtMCle_Q2k8gbKUUOy8PI1Y43pHIiiTjRZqZCk_m77ha7gHPeAcm-r3sR6BU48nn-marcvt_ve8l_=s2115" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2115" data-original-width="1786" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhE6rAA6ZcgQa7rI-eVGP_ZkJw-Xr0duEE_UMn6Eh2uIEHxu3T5V3MSya5F-jLLuSD19bxbiuirasXr0GFgAHT1CehQ8ORVvvN-iw7fRR2i0ZNqtMCle_Q2k8gbKUUOy8PI1Y43pHIiiTjRZqZCk_m77ha7gHPeAcm-r3sR6BU48nn-marcvt_ve8l_=s320" width="270" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p> I was searching eBay for a copy of the 1918 First Edition when I came across an undated Thrift Press Edition. Wendell Smith, the eBay seller, had me convinced that I was buying the 1918 Edition of Strunk's little book. In his listing he wrote:</p><p></p><blockquote>Preceeds (sic) the 1920 Harcourt Edition. This is the little book that E. B. White revised. He used this booklet in William Strunk's English class at Cornell University in 1919. It had been privately printed by Prof. Strunk. This copy I am listing was assigned to me at Cornell in the early 1940s. In 1959, Macmillan brought out <i>The Elements of Style </i>with revisions, an introduction, and a chapter on writing by E. B. White, and listed him as co-author. Strunk's booklet has seven chapters. Two of them, one on Spelling and one on Exercises, are not included in White's version....</blockquote><p>I knew nothing about a 1920 Harcourt Edition. And I soon learned that I knew even less about the 1918 Edition. But two months later, on May 12, 2001, I won an auction for a 1920 Harcourt, Brace and Company Edition. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizc-pBFf89S7jZMuBAEV5BdMLZ42GJ85q2yryRdMeQ_e7FlguoBSwEpJX-K3Rw5V04BW973eH5AzSdfJTXcOvXt8RyvpzytlfN_8XtE6ToH1lkh80vZu7MOS0karhME920jWkFW6I7_mB3siHQWwZHfl-Zpbp9VNP-RW_qOkR5fCRK3k9MSOJmcUnN=s2109" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2109" data-original-width="1662" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizc-pBFf89S7jZMuBAEV5BdMLZ42GJ85q2yryRdMeQ_e7FlguoBSwEpJX-K3Rw5V04BW973eH5AzSdfJTXcOvXt8RyvpzytlfN_8XtE6ToH1lkh80vZu7MOS0karhME920jWkFW6I7_mB3siHQWwZHfl-Zpbp9VNP-RW_qOkR5fCRK3k9MSOJmcUnN=s320" width="252" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>And for the first time, on rec.collecting.books, an unmoderated UseNet newsgroup dedicated to book collecting, I wrote about collecting copies of <i>The Elements of Style. </i>While researching the web for information about this Harcourt, Brace Edition, I stumbled upon an online copy of the 1918 Edition on the Bartleby website. The front matter of the book said that it was privately printed in Ithaca, New York in 1918. But the printer was identified as the Press of W. P. Humphrey, Geneva, New York. That meant that my Thrift Press Edition was not the 1918 First Edition. In retrospect, I should have realized that the Thrift Press Edition wasn't the first edition. On the title page, the author is listed as "William Strunk, Jr. Professor of English, Emeritus, Cornell University." The word E<i>meritus </i>is the key word. Strunk retired in 1937, so the earliest year this book could have been published was 1937. On its website, Cornell listed the date of publication as 1958. But the former owner of my copy said he used it at Cornell in the early 1940s. I would need to do further research to verify what he said.</p><p>In August, 2002, I won an eBay auction for a 1934 Revised Edition of <i>The Elements of Style. </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIynyhIxSLD2uNVdzgnoIFcl5Fk7txEMXGkvm-rWdT69vOGNncTUIXxa_GlwXqfYPsJk42r89_8CJ-UYXtYWiPJjWsdvNmF4QCnCSnhvO3li0ywHk3f5ofXLDMFtO07JLLdVTdAt8uW899-uWEiDP_eHmDNe_d1ET6xH7lFqPrGknsggum8sH0w44Y=s1906" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1906" data-original-width="1375" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIynyhIxSLD2uNVdzgnoIFcl5Fk7txEMXGkvm-rWdT69vOGNncTUIXxa_GlwXqfYPsJk42r89_8CJ-UYXtYWiPJjWsdvNmF4QCnCSnhvO3li0ywHk3f5ofXLDMFtO07JLLdVTdAt8uW899-uWEiDP_eHmDNe_d1ET6xH7lFqPrGknsggum8sH0w44Y=s320" width="231" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p> Edward A. Tenney, another English instructor at Cornell, was listed as an author of the book as well. It had been over fifteen years since the publication of the 1918 Edition, and the little book was in need of revision. This edition is the last edition that we can say with confidence that Strunk revised. And revise it, Strunk and Tenney did.</p><p>On Monday, September 15, 2003, I performed one of my periodic checks on the web for early editions of <i>The Elements of Style. </i>Listed on Abebooks was a 1918 Edition of <i>The Elements of Style. </i> And the price was $185! I bid on it in a New York minute. The seller responded that the book was no longer available. He sold it at the Rochester Antiquarian Book Fair that weekend. The AbeBooks seller didn't mention it in his listing, but I would soon learn that the book was reportedly a proof copy, with additions and corrections for publication of another edition in 1919.</p><p>I knew the bookseller who bought the book at the book fair: Bob Riedel, proprietor of Print Matters! Used and Rare Books, in Dansville, New York. Bob was a member of an online newsgroup I belonged to, rec.collecting.books. Bob queried the group on September 29th, asking for information on recent sales of the 1918 Edition. But no one had any information of recent sales. In fact, there were no listings of sales of the 1918 Edition of <i>The Elements of Style</i> in the Cumulative <i>American Book Prices Current </i>up to 2001. A few weeks later, Bob listed the book online for $5,000! That was too expensive for me. He found a buyer in early 2004, Madeline Kripke, the Dame of Dictionaries. I wrote Madeline and congratulated her on acquiring Strunk's <i>little book.</i></p><p>From November 1999 to January 2007, I displayed and wrote about my book collections on WebTV websites that I had created. This is what my Elements of Style Collection looked like as of October 2004.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">My Elements of Style Collection</span></p><div><p style="font-family: Times; font-size: 18.7px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 18.7px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Strunk, William Jr. and White, E.B. 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<p style="font-family: Times; font-size: 18.7px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 18.7px; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><b><span>Strunk, William Jr. THE ELEMENTS OF STYLE</span></b></span><span style="font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">New York, 1920. Harcourt, Brace and Company. As of October, 2004, I have four copies. This edition is what is known as the First Trade Edition, following the private printing by Strunk in 1918 in Ithaca, New York. This edition consists of 52 pages versus the 43 pages of the 1918 Edition. See the next listing for an on line link to the 1918 Edition. </span></span></p>
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In retrospect, I should have realized that the Thrift Press did not publish the 1918 edition as soon as I looked at the title page: <br />
THE ELEMENTS OF STYLE BY WILLIAM STRUNK, JR. PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH, EMERITUS CORNELL UNIVERSITY....... <br />
The key word is "emeritus", a title given to retired professors. Strunk retired in 1937! <br />
The only other difference in the printing of this edition from the 1920 edition is in the Introduction; the list of books recommended for further reference and study was revised. Both editions consist of 52 pages, including the chapters on Spelling and Exercises. <br />
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The 1918 Edition, on the other hand, does not include the two chapters on Spelling and Exercises. In addtion, the rules concerning Syllabication are included in The Elementary Rules of Usage Section, instead of in the section titled, A Few Matters of Form. <br />
More news! There is another Harcourt Edition to procure. In 1934 and 1935 William Strunk co-authored revised editions with Edward A. Tenney, another Cornell University instructor, changing the title of the 1935 edition to The Elements and Practice of Composition. Cornell University has this edition listed online as well as the 1918 and 1920 Editions. Cornell has the undated Thrift Press Edition listed as well, but with a circa date of 1958. Thrift Press was in business from the 1930s on, which supports the ebay seller's statement that he used the book when he attended Cornell in the 1940s. </span></span></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 16px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">New York, c.1934. Harcourt, Brace and Company. Revised Edition. No date on title page but copyright 1934(1920). I don't believe this publisher would put the date on the title page because it is a "revised edition". Revise it they did, changing the format and titles of each Chapter: Chapter I. The Three Prerequisites of Writing. 1.Spelling 2.Grammar 3. Punctuation. Chapter II. Essay Writing. 1.How to Write a Short Essay. 2. Miscellaneous Conventions to be Observed. III. The Three Elements of Style. 1.Principles Governing the Paragraph. 2. Effective Sentences 3. Diction. IV. Two Devices to Promote Effective Writing. 1. The Precis†2. The Paraphrase. V. The Business Letter. <br />
And finally, in an unnumbered section, A Short List of Reference Books. <br />
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The copyright information in the 1959 edition is confusing: <br />
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The Elements of Style, Revised Edition, by William Strunk, Jr. and Edward A. Tenney, Copyright 1935 by Oliver Strunk. <br />
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To the best of my knowledge, the title of the 1935 edition was changed to The Elements and Practice of Composition. Both the Library of Congress and Cornell University list the changed title. The LOC listing adds that the 1935 edition is an enlargement of Strunk's Elements of Style and includes 48 practice leaves at the end (which are not included in the 1934 edition). <br /></span></span></p></div><p><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> <span> __________________________ </span></span></p><p>The most I paid for an early edition of <i>The Elements of Style</i> from 2001 to 2004<i> </i>was $50. But after Bob Riedel sold his copy of the 1918 edition, prices for all of the early editions went through the roof. For the next few years early editions of <i>The Elements of Style </i>were listed from $75 to $350. I bought a second copy of the 1934 edition on eBay for $75 in 2005, and that was it.</p><p>In October 2006, a 1919 edition of <i>The Elements of Style </i>was listed on eBay for less than $200. But I couldn't bid on it. I started having heart problems in 2004, and had three stents inserted in my arteries. By 2006, I had nine stents in my arteries. My cardiologist put me on a twenty-pound lifting limit. A tray of mail weighs more than twenty pounds. That meant I could no longer perform my duties as a rural carrier for the Post Office. A Man of Letters I could no longer be! I applied for disability retirement. But it wasn't approved until 2007. We survived the year because we had excellent credit, and because I sold more than a few of my books. Needless to say, I didn't buy any early editions of <i>The Elements of Style </i>for a while. </p><p>On May 22, 2007, I was contacted by a person who, for identification purposes, shall be known as the "Professor of History." He had read a December 2006 post of mine about my Elements of Style Collection on the Exlibris listserv and thought I could help him. He bought a stack of books and maps from someone's trip to Japan at a yard sale. Included in the stack of books was a copy of the 1918 edition of <i>The Elements of Style. </i> He wanted to know what his copy of the 1918 edition of <i>The Elements of Style</i> was worth.<i> </i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIjd3oMzsld9L3HJRhM7DpEEGOj1dQI1WkUbr2nRedzZ8-lsTCS1Vdui5DZdlYhjIMwF46QF_dIzCTANl4CWGdIomxZb0dsPBNKZ3rxq3bE53XKsm2YiO2edsVYtXux5BsIEITEzy8DAb41eV8AwNTMYO1RSRJAs7TZK9wytoFHA20fcokbcOO06DA=s2400" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="2400" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIjd3oMzsld9L3HJRhM7DpEEGOj1dQI1WkUbr2nRedzZ8-lsTCS1Vdui5DZdlYhjIMwF46QF_dIzCTANl4CWGdIomxZb0dsPBNKZ3rxq3bE53XKsm2YiO2edsVYtXux5BsIEITEzy8DAb41eV8AwNTMYO1RSRJAs7TZK9wytoFHA20fcokbcOO06DA=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div>I told him about the sale of the Riedel copy and about the current listings of other early editions of <i>The Elements of Style. </i>I thought the prices of copies of the early editions were gradually receding. In February 2007, a Thrift Press edition sold on eBay for $18.50.<i> </i>And a 1920 Harcourt, Brace and Company Edition listed on eBay in April for $75 did not sell. I informed him that I was in no position to purchase the book myself, but would help him find a buyer when the time was right, and if he was ready to sell. <div><br /></div><div>On May 19, 2009, I decided to display <a href="https://biblioresearching.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-elements-of-style-collection.html">My Elements of Style Collection</a> on my Biblio Researching blog. In the post, I discussed some of the revisions for each edition. I revised the post the very next week to include a new addition to the collection. I revised it again the next month to include yet another addition. I continued to revise the post every time I added a new addition to the collection. Finally, in December, 2012, I made my last revision to the post. But I continued collecting....<br /><div><br /><div>My finances were in better shape in the Spring of 2009, and I was back to adding to my Elements of Style collection. On the 27th of May, I purchased a 1936 Edition of <i>The Elements and Practice of Composition </i>on Amazon for $4.95. This is the only copy of this edition that I have seen in twenty years of collecting. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6UrRw_eWomO40wRbgK9W0-rYm5Cvp7C8ZDAofbKsJnLyURM5JmXuq9w27POBAuCpBn4nqVcoKO2jUkd8PjiGLo1cFT0XZDzAbEAWBbxGUb-OKDljDu-0GEv-OYhtmaAf_TJdz9r6YAC56mkgJMVorpgn-6vQ4pvVfoDLTPBa5XK7WbGDCM9GvH34o=s2221" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2221" data-original-width="1983" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6UrRw_eWomO40wRbgK9W0-rYm5Cvp7C8ZDAofbKsJnLyURM5JmXuq9w27POBAuCpBn4nqVcoKO2jUkd8PjiGLo1cFT0XZDzAbEAWBbxGUb-OKDljDu-0GEv-OYhtmaAf_TJdz9r6YAC56mkgJMVorpgn-6vQ4pvVfoDLTPBa5XK7WbGDCM9GvH34o=s320" width="286" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> In 1934, Tenney provided practice leaves that students were required to purchase in addition to acquiring a copy of the 1934 Edition<i>. </i>The practice leaves<i> </i>were included in the 1935 and 1936 editions, and the title of the book was changed to <i>The Elements and Practice of Composition. </i>Interestingly, the copyright for the practice leaves was in Tenney's name only. Both Strunk and Tenney held the copyright for the 1934, 1935, and 1936 Editions. Strunk and Tenney were listed as the authors for the 1935 and 1936 Editions, but Strunk was in Hollywood as the technical advisor for George Cukor's production of <i>Romeo and Juliet </i>from July 1935 to June 1936<i>. </i>The copyright date of the 1935 Edition was 17 September, 1935. That's why I believe that Tenney was responsible for most or all of the revisions. And revise it, he did. Even though Strunk may not have been involved in the revisions, his name is listed as one of the authors, and these editions have to be considered as early editions of <i>The Elements of Style.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>On the 23rd of June, 2009, I won an eBay auction for a 1919 Edition of <i>The Elements of Style</i>. I don't have a record of sale anymore, but I may have bid as high as $125 for the pamphlet. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvg_Cj3wHIvVFIQV0Qa4c_2jc6rzhLwI7J7ES0lb6St5vrcoBEkrOlvJHuG6Eiw8yZoVyd1ZjD4CgwWTsDF0sTN9SZJBQXPNwJfMGgXwY2LLzCkJ8JJQbLXbAHYaqPkBxMnOSCdqoC1CG0RUhnGLID5jvLXcG6YI8GruaTiq_TLIhjnU4wN_D7XyUZ=s1681" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1681" data-original-width="1352" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvg_Cj3wHIvVFIQV0Qa4c_2jc6rzhLwI7J7ES0lb6St5vrcoBEkrOlvJHuG6Eiw8yZoVyd1ZjD4CgwWTsDF0sTN9SZJBQXPNwJfMGgXwY2LLzCkJ8JJQbLXbAHYaqPkBxMnOSCdqoC1CG0RUhnGLID5jvLXcG6YI8GruaTiq_TLIhjnU4wN_D7XyUZ=w516-h640" width="516" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> When I first opened the book, I made a bibliographical discovery! The Press of W. F. Humphrey Geneva, N. Y. was listed as the printer of the 1919 Edition. I thought it had to be a typo because the records at the Library of Congress and everywhere else identify the Press of W. P. Humphrey, Geneva, N. Y. as the printer of the 1918 and 1919 editions. It wasn't a typo. It was a broken typeface that was used in the 1918 Edition, and everyone, including E B. White, believed the printer of the 1918 edition to be W. P. Humphrey.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4zinFdzcfD_ZP8NCRGvrldmF_CMN5yz12aVyOhLBNNZ9GCOHozWt1rUj7BKSa-fk5B_uVs37cGHImshBjKYdSvupYb5rpb58OyNJ8rWf0V5694L6UB2v3wp7tZS2Aufd7iKhidz3iIBM3_NdVNDmqPR2aN_d_Nf6Nt3L9ZLigjk5-0YVqgd8TVGcn=s774" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="199" data-original-width="774" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4zinFdzcfD_ZP8NCRGvrldmF_CMN5yz12aVyOhLBNNZ9GCOHozWt1rUj7BKSa-fk5B_uVs37cGHImshBjKYdSvupYb5rpb58OyNJ8rWf0V5694L6UB2v3wp7tZS2Aufd7iKhidz3iIBM3_NdVNDmqPR2aN_d_Nf6Nt3L9ZLigjk5-0YVqgd8TVGcn=w400-h103" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7pgmmGKftgEDa39ckaNka0UQA1HyTTdTfzA4CDEfOTvhCXdmwuD3Cua8GU9pkb0dQq0oq2xOQqMBP0rJBaQPDPFnl_vDs2T6dOsgjuREAeEA-WLHbW4uI5xVn6BbpYBYylXCe_d8_P6P4Iw4BIitwtnCrfveE2BR-NR2fWj-77nlxkYSiDJnKTBa1=s400" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="132" data-original-width="400" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7pgmmGKftgEDa39ckaNka0UQA1HyTTdTfzA4CDEfOTvhCXdmwuD3Cua8GU9pkb0dQq0oq2xOQqMBP0rJBaQPDPFnl_vDs2T6dOsgjuREAeEA-WLHbW4uI5xVn6BbpYBYylXCe_d8_P6P4Iw4BIitwtnCrfveE2BR-NR2fWj-77nlxkYSiDJnKTBa1=w400-h133" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I spent the summer researching the printing firms of W. P. Humphrey and W. F. Humphrey. There was no record of the Press of W. P. Humphrey operating in Geneva, New York. I even had the archivist of the Geneva Historical Society verify that the Press of W. P. Humphrey did not exist in Geneva, New York. I contacted the librarians at the Kroch Library, Cornell University, reported my findings, and asked them to examine their copies of the 1918 and 1919 Editions of <i>The Elements of Style. </i>Patrick J. Stevens, Curator of the Fiske Collections at the library, examined the printing statements of both editions. I reported our findings in a paper that I submitted to the Library of Congress on September 21, 2009. and I posted the paper, <a href="https://biblioresearching.blogspot.com/2009/09/corrections-to-bibliographic-records.html"> A Correction to the Copyright and Bibliographic Records of The Element of Style</a> on my Biblio Researching blog. The Library of Congress corrected its records on September 28, 2009.</div><div><br /></div><div>The year 2009 was the fiftieth anniversary of the 1959 Strunk and White Edition of <i>The Elements of Style. </i> To celebrate the anniversary, in October, 2009, Simon and Schuster published Mark Garvey's book, <i>Stylized: A Slightly Obsessive History of Strunk & White's The Elements of Style. </i>I was disappointed in the book. I expected the author, Mark Garvey, to provide more information about the early editions of <i>The Elements of Style. </i>One edition, the Thrift Press Edition, wasn't even mentioned in the book. For months I stewed and stewed about writing my review of the book. Finally, on April 9, 2010, I posted my review on my Biblio Researching blog. I titled it, <i><a href="https://biblioresearching.blogspot.com/2010/04/stylized-and-forgotten-edition-of.html">Stylized and the Forgotten Edition of Strunk's Elements of Style</a></i>. In retrospect, Garvey was on the money in devoting his book to the Strunk/White editions. Those are the editions that most of the ten million buyers of the book bought, and what they wanted to read about. Not the early editions.</div><div><br /></div><div>On December 18, 2009, I purchased a copy of the 1934 Revised Edition of <i>The Elements of Style </i>from an AbeBooks Dealer in Cambridge, Ma. for $75. I now had three copies of this revised edition.</div><div><br /></div><div>Price listings of the early editions of <i>The Elements of Style </i>were beginning to rise again<i> </i>in 2010. There was also an edition of <i>The Elements of Style</i> that I didn't even know about. I'll have more on that shortly. In November, 2010, I contacted the Professor of History, and suggested that it might be time for him to sell his copy of <i>The Elements of Style. </i>Earlier in the year an eBay seller listed a copy of the Harcourt, Brace and Company edition for $1500.<i> </i>Better World Books<i> </i>listed a copy of the 1920 Harcourt, Brace, and Howe Edition on Biblio for $1,140.<i> </i>Royal Books<i> </i>listed a copy of the Harcourt, Brace and Company Edition for $2,250. The firm later included this edition in a sale listing also containing the 1919, 1920, and circa 1945 Editions. The price? $6,250! Kevin Johnson, proprietor of Royal Books, recalls selling the books straightaway.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Courtesy of Royal Books</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhF1ntBDfZ-I5tlpQEWVdZUbpoWsG3VI08_DPdtEdFnQ4390WSQj5aDj0clPgDxHC1252J_kA5Bt-V_DXlcQD0ZH8Phe_yX1hOEf6MnL80kOACY_AgED9LhuLGCK32nQnGWFFsuykvdUVqOgbLpC0h01rlELIsssiZw6aXd9aGL8NnFeIob1BjZ5SSt=s825" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="699" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhF1ntBDfZ-I5tlpQEWVdZUbpoWsG3VI08_DPdtEdFnQ4390WSQj5aDj0clPgDxHC1252J_kA5Bt-V_DXlcQD0ZH8Phe_yX1hOEf6MnL80kOACY_AgED9LhuLGCK32nQnGWFFsuykvdUVqOgbLpC0h01rlELIsssiZw6aXd9aGL8NnFeIob1BjZ5SSt=s320" width="271" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Courtesy of Royal Books</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXD8AH1_GEb2vUttKclRfmmp24t_GH93Rd8KydCRam83IwIjpFHVq2Mf9yfY39Sjtia4dTWowgfQ9kGZdldmUchz17KIpi2J7scnndyvLtJYIaCrZGl5EiwONrgGfNb2C2bBnLP5Hlq6K1pgsEF30aH246PWqjBWxy6jA1GCfb3KyZF-7TGmkzc7Fp=s867" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="865" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXD8AH1_GEb2vUttKclRfmmp24t_GH93Rd8KydCRam83IwIjpFHVq2Mf9yfY39Sjtia4dTWowgfQ9kGZdldmUchz17KIpi2J7scnndyvLtJYIaCrZGl5EiwONrgGfNb2C2bBnLP5Hlq6K1pgsEF30aH246PWqjBWxy6jA1GCfb3KyZF-7TGmkzc7Fp=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The Professor of History, received several offers from booksellers; but $1,500 was the highest offer he received. He couldn't understand why his 1918 edition wasn't worth more than the 1920 Harcourt, Brace and Howe Edition. I pointed out that the Harcourt, Brace and Howe Edition was just as rare as the 1918 Edition. As a side note, I wasn't aware that there was a Harcourt, Brace, and Howe Edition until I viewed the edition in the Royal Books listing. And that compelled me to research the firm. Harcourt, Brace and Howe received its copyright of the 1920 edition of <i>The Elements of Style</i> on September 18, 1920. Will D. Howe left the firm less than six months later, some time between January and March of 1921. By the 10th of March, the firm had a new name for its company, and a different colophon to print on its publications.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiMtknB62hRey3iVsrtUNhGehMoKozsYr4krZjzM0KCOgxuJ_A2qfBbcomdmTRg9NExIG11oI1pUgVqBb1sgdCkU_7s-yMEmlFxtLBG_57350Z8OYRrhcpTUZAHZtwa9gEEQSnIgsvCpccJ2auTRxJ_GoJxlDpHJR0m_6GlzlnDnyjH_vi5SjOdg4wV=s878" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="549" data-original-width="878" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiMtknB62hRey3iVsrtUNhGehMoKozsYr4krZjzM0KCOgxuJ_A2qfBbcomdmTRg9NExIG11oI1pUgVqBb1sgdCkU_7s-yMEmlFxtLBG_57350Z8OYRrhcpTUZAHZtwa9gEEQSnIgsvCpccJ2auTRxJ_GoJxlDpHJR0m_6GlzlnDnyjH_vi5SjOdg4wV=w400-h250" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>In January 2011, the Professor of History decided to sell his copy of the 1918 Edition to the University of Iowa. And for a bit more than $1,500. He realized he could have gotten even more from several other universities that showed interest, but he was impressed with the university's writing programs, and that Iowa City was recently designated as a "City of Literature" by UNESCO. To update and close out my reporting of his copy, I contacted him on January 7, 2022. I asked him how much he received for his copy of the 1918 edition, and how he would like to be identified in my post. He responded that he received $2,000 for his copy of the 1918 edition, and that I could identify him by his current position, Professor of History, Austin Peay State University. <div><br /></div><div>Sometimes, eBay auctions fall through the cracks, and hardly anyone bids on the items up for sale. On April 23, 2012, I was the only bidder on an eBay auction for a Thrift Press Edition. I snagged it for ninety-nine cents! </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_DwdsdPxSGK3QsMwAfLFz066KTdkCPzG8mkMLgzrqRErG70RKHAdN06wziHxal0Kkoclg0ovrl0yzLgUKrGMKfkmMOw4AnsWVsFPf5JFzBAzf3xRNeaZTy9cAPyfX4JFk2egHH4TiIpDNAYX8cjXkaYkGFjvYwR15zRtNxFJ5WWLHUI8venoCvs5-=s2122" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2122" data-original-width="1661" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_DwdsdPxSGK3QsMwAfLFz066KTdkCPzG8mkMLgzrqRErG70RKHAdN06wziHxal0Kkoclg0ovrl0yzLgUKrGMKfkmMOw4AnsWVsFPf5JFzBAzf3xRNeaZTy9cAPyfX4JFk2egHH4TiIpDNAYX8cjXkaYkGFjvYwR15zRtNxFJ5WWLHUI8venoCvs5-=s320" width="250" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But usually, the prices of the early editions continued to remain high. In November 2014, Honey & Wax sold a 1920 Harcourt, Brace and Company Edition for $1275. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>On November 24, 2014, I published my post, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2014/11/the-early-editions-of-elements-of-style.html">The Early Editions of The Elements of Style</a>. I began the post with Toni Morrison's quotation, "If there's a book you really want to read but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it yourself." I thought the early editions of <i>The Elements of Style</i> had some of the worst bibliographical records. I planned to write the definitive book on <i>The Elements of Style </i>in 1918, the one hundredth anniversary of Strunk's little book. But first I had to nail down the actual publication date of the Thrift Press Edition. I was able to verify that Wendell Smith indeed used his Thrift Press Edition while attending classes at Cornell University in the 1940s. And I included it in this post about the early editions. But I couldn't identify when the Thrift Press Edition was first published. To find that out, I needed to go to Ithaca to find and research the archives of the Thrift Press. </div><div><br /></div><div>Around the middle of July in 2015, I noticed a a significant uptick in the number of pageviews of my blog posts about my Elements of Style Collection. I found the source! In an article in <i><a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/strunk-and-whites-macho-grammar-club">The Daily Beas</a>t</i> on July 12, 2015, Mark Dery cited me as "a devout Strunkian who collects editions of<i> Elements...."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhveePLsiw1C0lx4XwgPKI92O2Z3wGcLXoMREC294PavkWDvHTUuZbuH6fpotsbPa8iiQIRp04Jk4sMMTgrSk1aCup0mvz-OjoUcQCiXKnVc503xsiLlOLuASsrcCM55tR9MFTWDk7SyrE-pGItlLaoFy0LWAR0VFCcChpNCa0tlOEYPnyNR8_7pEoe=s320" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhveePLsiw1C0lx4XwgPKI92O2Z3wGcLXoMREC294PavkWDvHTUuZbuH6fpotsbPa8iiQIRp04Jk4sMMTgrSk1aCup0mvz-OjoUcQCiXKnVc503xsiLlOLuASsrcCM55tR9MFTWDk7SyrE-pGItlLaoFy0LWAR0VFCcChpNCa0tlOEYPnyNR8_7pEoe=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><div>On August 29, 2018, I won an eBay auction for my second copy of a 1919 Edition. The paper covers were barely attached, but I expected to pay more than the $100 I paid for the pamphlet. Copies of the 1920 Harcourt, Brace and Company First Trade Edition were still going for around $1,000, and the 1919 edition should have been worth more.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZRnfD7iSdVBr3LMha0VvmiU6mQKxIjITEEbfKFJQtlCZoW3xGWgHRXUwfAvdwFNIN8To6yzJq0bXibISILQdvUPUIgk4M_MyVY1KVjGV3VLUfbgDTUMx7NAT9L1zBJbR8VD-IUIyEu2Z3gvtqa7hU6loBZ53A0LRiFrRkbTqRDgWevm9uUKFaVBto=s2295" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2295" data-original-width="1822" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZRnfD7iSdVBr3LMha0VvmiU6mQKxIjITEEbfKFJQtlCZoW3xGWgHRXUwfAvdwFNIN8To6yzJq0bXibISILQdvUPUIgk4M_MyVY1KVjGV3VLUfbgDTUMx7NAT9L1zBJbR8VD-IUIyEu2Z3gvtqa7hU6loBZ53A0LRiFrRkbTqRDgWevm9uUKFaVBto=s320" width="254" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>On December 20, 2018, I created a new blog, <a href="https://theearlyeditionsoftheelementsofstyle.blogspot.com/2018/12/my-handlist-of-early-editions-of.html"> A Bibliographic Handlist of the Early Editions of The Elements of Style</a>. Why? Because I never made it to Ithaca, never wrote my book, and thought I needed to publish <b>something </b>about the early editions!</div><div><br /></div><div>In February 2018, a woman from Georgia contacted me. She had bought a box of old books at an auction in Pembroke, Georgia. One of the books in the box was a copy of the 1918 Edition of <i>The Elements of Style. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj80A1oSy8wgXg8pCiaLP-n_V_4F_fVtrCaNBId9TlT1vym2ap3PMrNjsIuHB4a4pErE_fgBJVZIZzkMJWVEDx9Q-R6ys2IvoIL4_ZsxlKowJAvCZhEjwpmkc54cL3BHLVhz9jyicwMsXuQZ0uGuvFvCttihWlpgFxeVn9qXraI-IDU6tJzxmlrJveq=s640" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj80A1oSy8wgXg8pCiaLP-n_V_4F_fVtrCaNBId9TlT1vym2ap3PMrNjsIuHB4a4pErE_fgBJVZIZzkMJWVEDx9Q-R6ys2IvoIL4_ZsxlKowJAvCZhEjwpmkc54cL3BHLVhz9jyicwMsXuQZ0uGuvFvCttihWlpgFxeVn9qXraI-IDU6tJzxmlrJveq=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><div>She had read one of my posts online, and wanted to know what the current value of her copy of the book was. I responded that the book was worth how much a buyer was willing to pay for it. And how much a seller was willing to sell it for. I told her how much the book was worth to me, and how much I was willing to pay for it. But she was still enjoying having the book herself, and wasn't ready to sell. As of January 2022, she still is enjoying having the book herself. :-(</div><div><br /></div><div>I mentioned the Georgia woman's copy of the book in a March 20, 2018 post to My Sentimental Library blog, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2018/03/another-one-that-got-away-ones-i-gave.html">Another One That Got Away, One I Gave Away, and One That Headed My Way; Or, The Adventures and Misadventures of MoiBibliomaniac</a>. I also gave a rundown of the other two copies of <i>The Elements of Style </i>that I wasn't able to buy, The Riedel Copy that Madeline Kripke acquired, and the copy belonging to the Professor of History. I had been periodically corresponding with Madeline Kripke since 2004, and in 2018 I finally learned the true facts about her purchase of the 1918 Edition. I thought she paid five grand for it. She paid three grand. I thought the book was a proof copy with corrections for publication in a 1919 Edition. It was the proofs of the original 1918 edition. Strunk's original manuscript was lost, so this proof copy was the earliest known state of the book. And in this same post, I announced that the Professor of History sold his copy of the 1918 Edition to the University of Iowa.</div><div><br /></div><div>On April 30, 2020, I read an obituary in <i>The New York Times</i> that left me reeling. On April 25, 2020, the coronavirus claimed the life of my friend Madeline Kripke! I posted a tribute to her on the 5th of May, <a href="https://contemplationsofmoibibliomaniac.blogspot.com/2020/05/defining-madeline-kripke-remembrance-by.html">Defining Madeline Kripke: A Remembrance</a>. This post contains a week's worth of correspondence with Madeline in March, 2018, mostly about her copy of <i>The Elements of Style. </i></div><div><br /></div><div>On a good note, in October, 2021, The Lilly Library acquired the Madeline Kripke Collection of 20,000 books, including her proof copy of <i>The Elements of Style.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>The prices of early editions of <i>The Elements of Style </i>have remained high, particularly for copies of the Harcourt, Brace and Company edition. And my days of buying copies of this edition for $50 or less are long gone. Earlier in this post, I mentioned that on January 19, 2022 four copies of the Harcourt, Brace and Company Edition were listed on Abebooks with prices ranging from $800 to $1,000. Burnside Rare Books of Portland, Oregon listed two copies, one for $850 and the other for $1,000. Bearly Read Books of Sudbury, Ma. listed a copy for $800. Singing Saw Books listed its copy for $950, but appears to identify it as a Harcourt, Brace and Howe Edition. However, the colophon displayed in its photo of the book is clearly the colophon of a Harcourt, Brace and Company Edition. There was a copy of the 1934 Revised Edition listed For $450 on AbeBooks on January 19th by The Bookplate of Chesterton, Maryland. And there was a copy of the Thrift Press Edition listed on AbeBooks for $400 by Grendel Books of Springfield, Massachusetts.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need to stay something about the bibliographical records of the First Trade Edition of <i>The Elements of Style. </i>And I write <i>records </i>instead of<i> record </i>because the publisher's name on the title page and the colophon on the front cover of the Harcourt, Brace and Howe Edition differs from what appears on the Harcourt, Brace and Company Edition. The differences, however, are not enough for a new edition to published. What we have here are <b>two issues of the First Trade Edition</b>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Before I end this post, I want to mention two purchases of facsimile editions of early editions of <i>The Elements of Style</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>In May 2019, I purchased a facsimile edition of the 1918 Edition. CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform has been printing it since 2015. On May 28, 2019, I posted about the book in a piece titled, <a href="https://contemplationsofmoibibliomaniac.blogspot.com/2019/05/the-grammarian-in-bedroom-or-whole-new.html">The Grammarian in the Bedroom; Or, A Whole New Dimension to The Elements of Style</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div>On January 6, 2022, I purchased a facsimile edition of the First Trade Edition. Suzeteo Enterprises has been publishing this facsimile edition since 2018 under ISBN: 978-1-947844-32-2. Buyers on eBay, and on the book search engines as well, should beware of the wording in the listing, "The Original 1920 Edition." It is a facsimile of the original edition. And the wording has caused confusion!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGS844HPS48WZtOQfH_lalIOfb0p5XRMLxNBgVXXPrgM1KI3HmVIySgU3vZs4YRuw2NlFIcLyKSkdwQmQilS_ld69T8Tcnu3eV1buW6yUW1osImuGh_FN5cZDwdj5VzI35rPCKu4isEQovTIr_eivCvCDNDv3JJPFsRHZlXFj5mwaEUJwsKVqiMmo-=s1069" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="1069" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGS844HPS48WZtOQfH_lalIOfb0p5XRMLxNBgVXXPrgM1KI3HmVIySgU3vZs4YRuw2NlFIcLyKSkdwQmQilS_ld69T8Tcnu3eV1buW6yUW1osImuGh_FN5cZDwdj5VzI35rPCKu4isEQovTIr_eivCvCDNDv3JJPFsRHZlXFj5mwaEUJwsKVqiMmo-=w640-h371" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>Here's an eBay auction that ended on November 30, 2021. The listing has the same exact words as the listing of the facsimile editon, "The Original 1920 Edition." </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh86oxC1aYBHNQ0kYaPxRJojTKunq0sv4b1KfAzOTLDMxdPrroMzZNAB8xku9ARu8Tul8md2XFuHmIX8qvHueT4l4TT0B-YsOw046sPXVP-oqpSrrsgb8w2B9s6fRxZrS0quTsuz7pNopQnLdZQxxUfMKa8BqxZz3RKWZMMFPjfQ72pGjmfHykfTaZg=s1074" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="694" data-original-width="1074" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh86oxC1aYBHNQ0kYaPxRJojTKunq0sv4b1KfAzOTLDMxdPrroMzZNAB8xku9ARu8Tul8md2XFuHmIX8qvHueT4l4TT0B-YsOw046sPXVP-oqpSrrsgb8w2B9s6fRxZrS0quTsuz7pNopQnLdZQxxUfMKa8BqxZz3RKWZMMFPjfQ72pGjmfHykfTaZg=w640-h414" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><div> But this was, in fact, an original copy of the First Trade Edition! And some observant eBay buyer (not me) purchased it for $7.96!</div>
<br /><br /></div></div></div></div>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-8637958985885948212021-12-08T13:13:00.000-05:002021-12-08T13:13:29.823-05:00C. W. Sherborn: Number Ten of the Twelve Blog Posts for Christmas<p> </p><center><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"> M </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(56, 118, 29); color: #38761d; font-size: large;">E</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"> R </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">R</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"> Y </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">C </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">H </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">R </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">I </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">S</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">T </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">M </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">A </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">S </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); color: red; font-size: large;">!</span></center><br /><br />Ten years ago, I began a custom that bookmen of days gone by have enjoyed doing, among them Luther A. Brewer and A. Edward Newton. Each Christmas, they published a keepsake and sent it to their friends. I decided to post my Christmas keepsakes on My Sentimental Library blog, and to share them with other bibliophiles online. I already had the resource to supply the material for the next twelve years: twelve essays from <i>Contributions to Biblionotes</i>, the newsletter of the "Bibliomites," the unofficial name of the Society of Antiquarian Booksellers' Employees. The Bibliomites was more of a social club than a union. Walter Harris was the editor of its newsletter, which means that he was the author of most, if not all, of the contributions to Biblionotes from 1953 to 1958.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLimrkOAGIdJxpDMzXMfDDNWjDhACEaD155VD3B8KnMb83UDWPFnf8U8-RV4YyjQWePmpwtLi7Sby1u4bQQB_EDet0SctWmOiTQ8lzjvChEckbh_3XUHpUxVtAikW194TmLWfgqf5tp2E/s1600/IMG_0626.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="640" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLimrkOAGIdJxpDMzXMfDDNWjDhACEaD155VD3B8KnMb83UDWPFnf8U8-RV4YyjQWePmpwtLi7Sby1u4bQQB_EDet0SctWmOiTQ8lzjvChEckbh_3XUHpUxVtAikW194TmLWfgqf5tp2E/s640/IMG_0626.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />I posted Walter Harris's first nine essays to Biblionotes as my first nine Christmas blog posts: Ex-Libris, Chapbooks, Grangerisers, Miniature Books, Peter Motteux, The Bewicks and Their Bookplates, The Rochester Press, The Book-Plates of Samuel Pepys, and The Beldornie Reprints. This year I am posting his essay about C. W. Sherborn.<br /><br />If you want to know more about Bibliomites, Biblionotes, and Walter Harris, I recommend that you read my Dec 2013 Biblio Researching blog post:<br /><a href="http://biblioresearching.blogspot.com/2013/12/about-bibliomites-biblionotes-and.html">About Bibliomites, Biblionotes, and Walter "Wally" Harris</a>.<div><br />Here are the first nine essays of the Twelve Blog Posts for Christmas:<br /><br />Christmas 2012: <a href="http://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2012/12/twelve-blog-posts-for-christmas.html">Ex-Libris</a><br />Christmas 2013: <a href="http://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2013/12/twelve-blogs-for-christmas.html">Chapbooks</a><br />Christmas 2014: <a href="http://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2014/12/grangerisers-number-three-of-twelve.html">Grangerisers</a><br />Christmas 2015: <a href="http://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2015/12/miniature-books-number-four-of-twelve.html"><span id="goog_135956723"></span>Miniature Books<span id="goog_135956724"></span></a><br />Christmas 2016: <a href="http://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2016/12/peter-motteux-number-five-of-twelve.html">Peter Motteux</a><br />Christmas 2017: <a href="http://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2017/12/the-bewicks-and-their-bookplates-number.html">The Bewicks and Their Bookplates</a><br />Christmas 2018: <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2018/12/the-rochester-press-number-seven-of.html"><span id="goog_1284522657"></span>The Rochester Press<span id="goog_1284522658"></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Christmas 2019: <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2019/12/the-book-plates-of-samuel-pepys-number.html">The Book-Plates of Samuel Pepys</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Christmas 2020: <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2020/12/the-beldornie-reprints-number-nine-of_8.html">The Beldornie Reprints</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">C. W. 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padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"></a></div>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-63523008301174837822021-11-29T17:24:00.004-05:002021-12-15T15:24:00.582-05:00About My Copies of The Romance of Book-Collecting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQUzdy2P1KooXewROAE1W0IA0HViI-VuYkFZyBMt4xr02KbbwhDDDy3OCIlM21Xx4c3MKP9kQzx20KOE9Tmf43Qwf7knlMi-YRFyH6RqeA3ul5eDkDx5bX5uLqx5eAXDPhh4KyzOs0dLQ/s2048/IMG_5716.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1488" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQUzdy2P1KooXewROAE1W0IA0HViI-VuYkFZyBMt4xr02KbbwhDDDy3OCIlM21Xx4c3MKP9kQzx20KOE9Tmf43Qwf7knlMi-YRFyH6RqeA3ul5eDkDx5bX5uLqx5eAXDPhh4KyzOs0dLQ/w466-h640/IMG_5716.JPG" width="466" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSlN9eESk0WvQ3d5uQS3VCBZKuRyWBF3IQ32vo_JbKC3Io-m20N-Q0OtIBgzH355VfQHUVSK3rdZuWFRufSiDkbbUaynM93qbbAHR1njcJhopuVwiLOoZOohmxbV8-xH-lo-aO76Bs5MQ/s2048/IMG_5721.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1502" data-original-width="2048" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSlN9eESk0WvQ3d5uQS3VCBZKuRyWBF3IQ32vo_JbKC3Io-m20N-Q0OtIBgzH355VfQHUVSK3rdZuWFRufSiDkbbUaynM93qbbAHR1njcJhopuVwiLOoZOohmxbV8-xH-lo-aO76Bs5MQ/w640-h470/IMG_5721.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4Rs6whaAQv9brijenCvDmBq48yL2E-QzbztJRpCM13QPrh4QCe3_cTtJi_2O9P-8VuOrCPjwi506XUKuVypdlxSRaU2DJ3iUg_2aMsntqR24HRRTHno5PH7bN26uoCkuL9QC2uCeOM0/s2048/IMG_5739.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1393" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4Rs6whaAQv9brijenCvDmBq48yL2E-QzbztJRpCM13QPrh4QCe3_cTtJi_2O9P-8VuOrCPjwi506XUKuVypdlxSRaU2DJ3iUg_2aMsntqR24HRRTHno5PH7bN26uoCkuL9QC2uCeOM0/w438-h640/IMG_5739.JPG" width="438" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>I can't remember exactly when I acquired my first copy of <i>The Romance of Book-collecting </i> by J. H. Slater. It had to be in the 1990s because that's the only time that I stamped some of my books with my embossed seal.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyVkJdzlZyp8jicjareGeBCcjFmyjwPUhZ_hCC9sgCu6xH60wOL6RMxZup7TJFfTbZyEJrqA71vLCp1dNaGHxLdqg3smH3pBIAW5wAY0C5hiPoV_SODY-PNqVULmsEbsLZs8zB4hDt-Gk/s2048/IMG_5717.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1687" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyVkJdzlZyp8jicjareGeBCcjFmyjwPUhZ_hCC9sgCu6xH60wOL6RMxZup7TJFfTbZyEJrqA71vLCp1dNaGHxLdqg3smH3pBIAW5wAY0C5hiPoV_SODY-PNqVULmsEbsLZs8zB4hDt-Gk/w531-h640/IMG_5717.JPG" width="531" /></a></div><br /><p>I probably bought it from Bob Fleck because I bought most of my Books About Books from Oak Knoll back then. For over twenty years this was the only copy of <i>The Romance of Book-collecting </i>that I had in my library. But all that changed early this month! I came across a presentation copy of <i>The Romance of Book-collecting </i>while searching online for a relevant book to give to my friend Kurt Zimmerman. Kurt was going to be the guest speaker at the meeting of the Florida Bibliophile Society on the 21st of November, and we give our speakers a book in appreciation for their presentation before the Society. I found a choice association copy for Kurt, and I kept the presentation copy of <i>The Romance of Book-collecting</i> for myself!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIN-qfTZJZSCUT6F3o1DszEtBl37AtGO38m_8v264JHE7WcBsawarZ1sTzN4gVMrXoxmMCEQm9DJt52cSfmZx3HFt8aXpAoCnnKGcQNBJu-t213pZ_o-1npEhThm8GvktriOmiBFy3TQ/s2048/IMG_5723.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1580" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIN-qfTZJZSCUT6F3o1DszEtBl37AtGO38m_8v264JHE7WcBsawarZ1sTzN4gVMrXoxmMCEQm9DJt52cSfmZx3HFt8aXpAoCnnKGcQNBJu-t213pZ_o-1npEhThm8GvktriOmiBFy3TQ/w494-h640/IMG_5723.JPG" width="494" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The cover was a little soiled but I wanted the book for its presentation inscription.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3A3ujDPhYZy2gSxebLxYDsZsLtYrP8vFvZxMf3r-BQxmyvtu58KeKht2c-9IZt1QfHZ_cWhC6JXEA3qE6qFwo-ydGJHNdrSXvfkWadqMYoepo_qIe_Rrg3c4Vc5EPmBGamRP9atBs4j0/s2048/IMG_5724.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1361" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3A3ujDPhYZy2gSxebLxYDsZsLtYrP8vFvZxMf3r-BQxmyvtu58KeKht2c-9IZt1QfHZ_cWhC6JXEA3qE6qFwo-ydGJHNdrSXvfkWadqMYoepo_qIe_Rrg3c4Vc5EPmBGamRP9atBs4j0/w426-h640/IMG_5724.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><br /><p>If Slater's handwriting is hard to decipher, this is what he wrote:</p><p> London</p><p> 16 Sep. 1902</p><blockquote><p>Written for an American bookseller (Francis P. Harper of 17 East 16th Street, New York) and publisher in London & perhaps also in New York as well. The critics said I have invented most of the experiences given in the book but that assertion is not within bow-shot of the truth.</p></blockquote><p> J. H. Slater </p><p>I knew who Francis P. Harper was. I have two of his bookseller catalogues. He was Lathrop Harper's older brother. I searched for a connection between J. H. Slater and Francis P. Harper and I found one. Francis P. Harper published the First American Edition of <i>The Romance of Book-collecting </i>in 1898, the same year as the London edition. From Slater's inscription, though, it appears that he was not aware that Harper was the American publisher of his book.</p><p> I then tried to find a book reviewer that questioned the veracity of the experiences that Slater detailed in his book. But the only negative review I could find concerned Slater's repeated misspelling of Poe's <i>Tamerlane. He </i>misspelled it as <i>Tamerlaine</i> not once but four times. As far as <i>The Athæneum</i> reviewer was concerned, that was a mortal sin. As for the veracity of Slater's finds, I myself have been blessed with some lucky finds, and have read about the lucky finds of others, so I don't doubt the veracity of what Slater wrote in his book (See Addenda).</p><p>One thing that surprised me when I first saw the presentation copy was that it was bound in light brown cloth. My older copy was bound in light green cloth. It is possible that by 1902 Eliot Stock, Slater's London publisher, had run out of the green cloth, and resorted to using the brown cloth. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzEkWR6_98GW_lSRNWXJ540fVMM-d-1ZXqhsh-13T-UXM-l_cXujPhJvnXKFlQUPg9SiAUbtYumQrgeHix1wcufPF2qgkDRLWOWMZpqB4kOTTLdI7vn-rJsy7HUXHR-abMnhTVZi9rHvM/s2048/IMG_5727.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzEkWR6_98GW_lSRNWXJ540fVMM-d-1ZXqhsh-13T-UXM-l_cXujPhJvnXKFlQUPg9SiAUbtYumQrgeHix1wcufPF2qgkDRLWOWMZpqB4kOTTLdI7vn-rJsy7HUXHR-abMnhTVZi9rHvM/w640-h480/IMG_5727.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>The presentation copy wasn't the only copy of <i>The Romance of Book-collecting</i> that I acquired this month. I also acquired a copy of the New York edition that Francis P. Harper published in 1898. I acquired it from Sean Donnelly, proprietor of Doralynn Books in Madeira Beach. We visited his bookstore after the FBS meeting on the 21st.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9a82Lj0Usgj7Uk1A4gY18MxNEZAXkdO-ICv2vnsFoFtrd1GHHuwAyoyij4GFYjEeDROjJuG3frC1PlZwJgIQJf60xesVHgqfRJDbEyNtJWmaAGiX3gwUDbGIffMaerVNA2tLYrM6tR8/s2048/IMG_5718.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1498" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9a82Lj0Usgj7Uk1A4gY18MxNEZAXkdO-ICv2vnsFoFtrd1GHHuwAyoyij4GFYjEeDROjJuG3frC1PlZwJgIQJf60xesVHgqfRJDbEyNtJWmaAGiX3gwUDbGIffMaerVNA2tLYrM6tR8/w468-h640/IMG_5718.JPG" width="468" /></a></div><br /><p>The only difference between the New York edition and the London edition is that the title page was changed to reflect the change in the publisher and place of publication.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9on_QLFC6mhysWIDcWYpB-IKxgrNfI3MrD58HzN6fqpy1_8jYIkesUqT9Oofv8zEOed6jw5KjOUqgLJsLOvUujqg7lrba8s8kCwmGpjmyKvESSxJDFIZ2Vjh74Wj5QhZhRj7miayFtM/s2048/IMG_5720.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1451" data-original-width="2048" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9on_QLFC6mhysWIDcWYpB-IKxgrNfI3MrD58HzN6fqpy1_8jYIkesUqT9Oofv8zEOed6jw5KjOUqgLJsLOvUujqg7lrba8s8kCwmGpjmyKvESSxJDFIZ2Vjh74Wj5QhZhRj7miayFtM/w640-h454/IMG_5720.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJg5pYE7h7sk3dcSNpWWJo_fbLPkKEklhwQO_elGmr_p7-oQ9h7ov0TbRQK4vp_DKm4PRP8qaLheruvlN22NfUWOQuZxmuvMO6RV-n2linZfwwT-j48fJONo9heOSdgxCMl_9LGAhjWps/s2048/IMG_5721.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1502" data-original-width="2048" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJg5pYE7h7sk3dcSNpWWJo_fbLPkKEklhwQO_elGmr_p7-oQ9h7ov0TbRQK4vp_DKm4PRP8qaLheruvlN22NfUWOQuZxmuvMO6RV-n2linZfwwT-j48fJONo9heOSdgxCMl_9LGAhjWps/w640-h470/IMG_5721.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinpR-1VnsX_Ifv8KXsSor2C-AH6rNVDetLuzfhjgjNwVbxvQjetA0UeFZleBpdH1EXyvG1kwj-ZDYp2eDkeN0arGU22dI3Tp4Co86m8EUdxZoi-ge-QOTsNq2VVjtGL4wvZhBHMox11eo/s2048/IMG_5722.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1181" data-original-width="2048" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinpR-1VnsX_Ifv8KXsSor2C-AH6rNVDetLuzfhjgjNwVbxvQjetA0UeFZleBpdH1EXyvG1kwj-ZDYp2eDkeN0arGU22dI3Tp4Co86m8EUdxZoi-ge-QOTsNq2VVjtGL4wvZhBHMox11eo/w640-h372/IMG_5722.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>I expected to find that the new title page was pasted in the book but that was not the case. The new title page and the frontispiece were printed on the same sheet and sewn into the book as part of the book's first signature. I could discern no difference in the first signatures of either book. The last page of both books state that both books were printed in London by Eliot Stock. Therefore, it is likely that the title page was replaced at the very time the books destined for New York were being printed in London in 1898. That would account for the change in the color of the cloth binding of my presentation copy as well.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDn395BKDDjmAsW4q0NWDlFqnfS3VQlyTdUQ6leB-5CWc7HmhotTzhmuTkdEHQjPozbWXCrDpZP9y6ZgOiPcvXy853SLOuVA5UWP06H2bxeOI0yG_9OCvM3c8LsIzF9YSxAyq6J3N6u4/s2551/IMG_5740.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1232" data-original-width="2551" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDn395BKDDjmAsW4q0NWDlFqnfS3VQlyTdUQ6leB-5CWc7HmhotTzhmuTkdEHQjPozbWXCrDpZP9y6ZgOiPcvXy853SLOuVA5UWP06H2bxeOI0yG_9OCvM3c8LsIzF9YSxAyq6J3N6u4/w640-h310/IMG_5740.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p> </p><center> <b>ADDENDA</b> </center> <p></p><p>I found this unflattering review of Slater's book which appeared in the Dec. 28, 1898 issue of <i>The Guardian</i>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikshUmMjrN56KZUdgDoinJfqJ-01nopcOCvySPER5bbDWDs8bo-Kx26kTfSoa8_r_j6b39oY5Z4Eto0KIBaf2wTPADf3-48ZkYG5K4R0QilIVsTZ3LIJgUnlNkfvl2kOKPs6JAue4knWkaQ4BjIpzwf_Iv6BeLAocr2nO7xGfJrdr3j4iGlBgTqWLI=s788" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="495" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikshUmMjrN56KZUdgDoinJfqJ-01nopcOCvySPER5bbDWDs8bo-Kx26kTfSoa8_r_j6b39oY5Z4Eto0KIBaf2wTPADf3-48ZkYG5K4R0QilIVsTZ3LIJgUnlNkfvl2kOKPs6JAue4knWkaQ4BjIpzwf_Iv6BeLAocr2nO7xGfJrdr3j4iGlBgTqWLI=w402-h640" width="402" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-87838069811232853662021-10-28T15:32:00.008-04:002021-11-02T10:53:47.008-04:00About Table Talk<p>I really, really thought that writing this month's post would be a breeze. Table Talk would be what I was going to write about. I would define what <b>Table Talk</b> meant. And then I would discuss and display some of the T<b>able Talk</b> books that I have in my library. </p><p>I began my post by providing definitions of <b>Table Talk </b>from my 1785 edition of <i>Johnson's Dictionary,</i> from<i> </i>my facsimile edition of the 1828 First Edition of <i>Webster's American Dictionary</i>, and from my fourteen-volume set of the 1970 edition of the <i>Oxford English Dictionary (OED).</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Johnson's Dictionary</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9emIE1g3KO5mkNvj_u2nj2dBQCCA26BwJeYC3WgE7ucHp4jAyBmJRnlAtCSQL6AtbJ0fUeKccVo8xiV0Fd7mHoyCcW6p-i6MHz1LJcCXy4zL-5PRo08cwZlIQvaaghiTrDrd1UmLle1g/s2048/IMG_5634.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1597" data-original-width="2048" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9emIE1g3KO5mkNvj_u2nj2dBQCCA26BwJeYC3WgE7ucHp4jAyBmJRnlAtCSQL6AtbJ0fUeKccVo8xiV0Fd7mHoyCcW6p-i6MHz1LJcCXy4zL-5PRo08cwZlIQvaaghiTrDrd1UmLle1g/w640-h502/IMG_5634.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><center>Webster's Dictionary</center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhqyZ-UiCDPNGZD8GzGYG1A-_S-wdf65E1UEAErkJphHU3CoI_hm6_vYkwkZrUywPiCb2ZfDqwNoYExj5oZRqVGPfwem9dc47tZUdQNS9Ik2ll__N-ixBggt2ASXohHpj7xbgEKRE2IY/s2048/IMG_5638.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhqyZ-UiCDPNGZD8GzGYG1A-_S-wdf65E1UEAErkJphHU3CoI_hm6_vYkwkZrUywPiCb2ZfDqwNoYExj5oZRqVGPfwem9dc47tZUdQNS9Ik2ll__N-ixBggt2ASXohHpj7xbgEKRE2IY/w640-h480/IMG_5638.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydulVxXcHrcgtke2AmWghjARtQCG1nBR02uqipFhRK3uugB8STW5pP3fcjddYfD_w_KegoiXSZoAb7xeHEpFbGJAtaQY5eBr5Mfm_gVh47ioS0Bwz16jc-QbQyufSkugb4rRKf6szJq4/s2025/IMG_5636.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1841" data-original-width="2025" height="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydulVxXcHrcgtke2AmWghjARtQCG1nBR02uqipFhRK3uugB8STW5pP3fcjddYfD_w_KegoiXSZoAb7xeHEpFbGJAtaQY5eBr5Mfm_gVh47ioS0Bwz16jc-QbQyufSkugb4rRKf6szJq4/w640-h584/IMG_5636.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Both Johnson and Webster defined <b>Table Talk</b> as conversation at meals or at table. But Johnson went further and defined <b>Table Talk </b>as table discourse as well. The <i>OED </i>more or less agreed with the definitions of Johnson and Webster. And it added that <b>Table Talk </b> is now considered to be the social conversation of famous men of intellectual circles that is reproduced in literary form. </p><p><br /></p><p>The OED cited Hallam in its listing. And what Hallam wrote made me nervous. </p><p></p><blockquote><i><blockquote>One group has acquired the distinctive name of Ana; the reported conversation, the table-talk of the learned.</blockquote></i></blockquote><i></i><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQZ-JpUWOLOl6ryjiQEsR7wNWHBo_0DdbjzOnc4QSvSCREFkxvev91Xgs73qJKsFoZMAcDnRHsRk0ntHukOeo_aSZSoJRhQULuIfIQ3OzPnZ8_J_vUVqgnPBUrQ02_7iQjPsLwTQKluQ/s2025/IMG_5636+2.JPG" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1841" data-original-width="2025" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQZ-JpUWOLOl6ryjiQEsR7wNWHBo_0DdbjzOnc4QSvSCREFkxvev91Xgs73qJKsFoZMAcDnRHsRk0ntHukOeo_aSZSoJRhQULuIfIQ3OzPnZ8_J_vUVqgnPBUrQ02_7iQjPsLwTQKluQ/s600/IMG_5636+2.JPG" width="600" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have Hallam's book that the <i>OED </i>cited, and I immediately read the entire passage that he labelled as <b>The Ana</b>. Hallam was discussing the miscellaneous literature of France of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, and specifically mentioned the other groups of miscellaneous literature: the memoirs, the letters, the travels, the dialogues, and the essays of the French. In discussing the group, <b>The Ana</b>, Hallam mentioned <i>The Menagiana,</i> and said it was "full of light anecdote of a literary kind...." If I understood this correctly, Hallam considered anecdotes to be in the same vein as <b>Table Talk </b>and <b>Ana</b>. To me, all the <b>Anas</b> that I read contained more than just <b>Table Talk </b>or conversation. They contained anecdotes and other literary information.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsXdr9Or2pud6LFjB9jcm5f1kpEEKCSZJEWyH6oWH6fUCW0drtzwQ4nrD8yqxNwEKKoysIdbVq5OIbR9EBoYM8BMVLqhTFoZy08K3TiUWDxMVnKELCWLtvpM4GMYWOsm0LDSbZYUC2YA/s2048/IMG_5674.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1724" data-original-width="2048" height="538" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsXdr9Or2pud6LFjB9jcm5f1kpEEKCSZJEWyH6oWH6fUCW0drtzwQ4nrD8yqxNwEKKoysIdbVq5OIbR9EBoYM8BMVLqhTFoZy08K3TiUWDxMVnKELCWLtvpM4GMYWOsm0LDSbZYUC2YA/w640-h538/IMG_5674.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAI1MQxx0cZmHrhw1Qr4Dmehu1EGIEBzhp7iF63YpMp9KZsZCkPUX6NKnmje4A0KNUiXK9S6fCqSD4tMKW3QikQB_uGLzAFC765Oei7x-kHyRB7brBIhc9esAFw5j3EvqRZ3HEQQ3IHY/s2048/IMG_5673.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1566" data-original-width="2048" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAI1MQxx0cZmHrhw1Qr4Dmehu1EGIEBzhp7iF63YpMp9KZsZCkPUX6NKnmje4A0KNUiXK9S6fCqSD4tMKW3QikQB_uGLzAFC765Oei7x-kHyRB7brBIhc9esAFw5j3EvqRZ3HEQQ3IHY/w640-h492/IMG_5673.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>I was looking right down a rabbit hole now and really, really needed help. So I got John Carter's <i>ABC for Book Collectors</i> down from the shelf, and sought his definition of <b>Table Talk. </b>I went to <i>T</i> and the first word beginning with the letter <i>T </i>that Carter defined was <i>Tail</i>. He did not define <b>Table Talk</b> in his book!<i> A</i>fter I few long minutes, I finally got up the courage to turn the pages of Carter's book and see if he defined <b>Ana</b>. <i> </i>I went from <i>Abbreviations, </i>to<i> Adams, </i>to<i> Advance Copy,</i> to<i> Advertisements,</i> to<i> A La Grecque,</i> to<i> All Published,</i> to <i>American Book-Prices Current, </i>to<i> Americana,</i> and finally, to<i> </i><b>Ana.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCKmkO-5K2uA_gpqNBGb7ncUkst1cML3Pck2IZ5p7MyueHFAJQX8L1k08qjLSFpXYordZ7nU-bMHpTOkI4OWY0Zj2d1DFYPCRZ033mAKpMhjKy2m2F44nKCd9RsfdrX1yKfoKK6NC9Jk/s887/ana+2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="545" data-original-width="887" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCKmkO-5K2uA_gpqNBGb7ncUkst1cML3Pck2IZ5p7MyueHFAJQX8L1k08qjLSFpXYordZ7nU-bMHpTOkI4OWY0Zj2d1DFYPCRZ033mAKpMhjKy2m2F44nKCd9RsfdrX1yKfoKK6NC9Jk/w640-h396/ana+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div>Well! I sure am glad that Carter got it right! According to Carter, <b>Table Talk </b>is just a part of <b>Ana.</b> And <b>Ana </b>also contains sayings, anecdotes and etc. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wondered what the Library of Congress had to say about <b>Table Talk </b>and <b>Ana</b>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <b> Table Talk </b> <b>Ana</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8soBRZXcK2UvjsppKR1sig32WBtrVaYXCR_iLEhXDcFEaDgTIS7jZ-DuGdIUCL1_ZiHBHsNPUkTr31SAip_boXBDyNeii0xA_ztbF59xfErEimTlR4qtChmJTKLEo2bNJnuhutwBWCVY/s2048/LOC+Classification.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8soBRZXcK2UvjsppKR1sig32WBtrVaYXCR_iLEhXDcFEaDgTIS7jZ-DuGdIUCL1_ZiHBHsNPUkTr31SAip_boXBDyNeii0xA_ztbF59xfErEimTlR4qtChmJTKLEo2bNJnuhutwBWCVY/w640-h480/LOC+Classification.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>I was kind of glad that the LOC did not authorize <b>Ana </b>for indexing <b>Table-Talk</b>. But it did surprise me that the LOC did not provide the <i>Use</i> terms for <b>Table-Talk </b>– something that pointed me in the right direction to know what was best to use for <b>Table-Talk.</b> Perhaps there was nothing better to use than the general classes that <b>Table-Talk </b>belonged to. The LOC listed them under <i>BT</i>, which stood for <i>Broader Terms. </i>I believe the general classes were listed in some kind of descending order of importance: <i>Anecdotes, Aphorisms </i>and<i> Apothegms, Biography, Conversation, Epigrams, </i>and<i> Wit </i>and<i> Humor. </i></div><div><br /></div><div>The LOC did, however, provide useful information regarding indexing <b>Ana</b>! In descending order, the LOC suggested I use <i>Anecdotes, Aphorisms </i>and<i> Apothegms, Epigrams, Maxims,Proverbs, Quotations </i>and, as a last resort<i>, Table-Talk!</i></div><div> </div><div>One thing I was glad to learn is that the LC classification codes for <b>Table-Talk </b>were <i>PN6259 </i>to <i>PN6268</i>! My enthusiasm, however, was short-lived because I discovered that <b>Table-Talk </b>shared the same LOC classification codes as <i>Anecdotes.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjks2MUOofoPWqOntJpPABYB9a_IiQ_cdIF3RFu8Rshk41vcRQom9atTrlxqB9j3U1aDsA5wYJoJ8N8a71y7rJkxeGegRgWnE2FFCBq4fgsXv9CKJnZh3qH2s-4jhgvvFK8BjW2WI3tX4A/s859/LOC+Anecdotes+Table-talk.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="859" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjks2MUOofoPWqOntJpPABYB9a_IiQ_cdIF3RFu8Rshk41vcRQom9atTrlxqB9j3U1aDsA5wYJoJ8N8a71y7rJkxeGegRgWnE2FFCBq4fgsXv9CKJnZh3qH2s-4jhgvvFK8BjW2WI3tX4A/w640-h320/LOC+Anecdotes+Table-talk.png" width="640" /></a></div> __________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>I am now at that part of my post where I want to discuss and display some of the <b>Table Talk</b> books that I have in my own library. But how do I decide which of my books are <b>Table Talk </b>books and which books are <b>Ana</b>? I only want to post about <b>Table Talk</b> books!</div><div><br /></div><div>In my quest for determining what <b>Table Talk</b><i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i>actually is, I came across a book that was edited and published in Edinburgh by Alexander Hislop. The title of the book was <i><a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/Adversaria_ana_and_table_talk_ed_by_A_Hi/maADAAAAQAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1" target="_blank">Adversaria, Ana, and Table Talk: A Literary Commonplace-Book</a>. </i> Google Books lists 1869 as the publication date, but Hislop died in 1865, so I can't vouch for the accuracy of the date of publication. What I can vouch for is what Hislop says about <b>Table Talk</b> in the Preface of his book!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvH3Xwd7qtu7hUl-TqLLxoD0JA5h74An9eZfbJanflqu44UEpQzlIKOTrkpchGHkwudPtkkNhs5TScUpYOa4JktT7LlT70bBKKPXc9Yut4ryKfZLG8yMIDiHIuQP5YVjtyYAlq6Tes7I/s631/Screen+Shot+2021-10-27+at+3.47.38+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="390" data-original-width="631" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvH3Xwd7qtu7hUl-TqLLxoD0JA5h74An9eZfbJanflqu44UEpQzlIKOTrkpchGHkwudPtkkNhs5TScUpYOa4JktT7LlT70bBKKPXc9Yut4ryKfZLG8yMIDiHIuQP5YVjtyYAlq6Tes7I/w640-h398/Screen+Shot+2021-10-27+at+3.47.38+PM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br />I shall take Hislop's words to heart and refer to the Johnson/Webster definition of <b>Table Talk</b>: conversation at meal or at table. Therefore, I will discuss and display books in my library that have the words <b>Table Talk</b> in their title, or books that have the word <b>Table </b>in their title and contain conversation or discourses. There are eight books in my library that qualify under this criteria. And the first one is the <b>Table-Talk</b> of John Selden.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a copy of Edward Arber's <i>English Reprints</i>, which contains<b> Selden'</b>s <b>Table-Talk</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVuc4CVENewLcOW_txj0blbO6p33HQnpuyP3ooqi8lLQYXF2CC__dl4OEtcnd-rkktx9A-Ru2X30i8f8ZWx8QyvkYCMZMPF6fNKRk2-ncwWUJPue3kjDkxATxbI7OeZSpl8ktMctz17M/s2048/IMG_5654.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1653" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVuc4CVENewLcOW_txj0blbO6p33HQnpuyP3ooqi8lLQYXF2CC__dl4OEtcnd-rkktx9A-Ru2X30i8f8ZWx8QyvkYCMZMPF6fNKRk2-ncwWUJPue3kjDkxATxbI7OeZSpl8ktMctz17M/s320/IMG_5654.JPG" width="258" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0MbHPXYBfNnxCtEABvFOxhZFeNIIHWC4VJCbWAiXng2yJ7mlOoSRTFGeANGqOpg3mPDvjiP7_1P-9CbKNc8rRIGX1k_qvj8mi5RUOTNinuxb6DkSOub5XxYWgedXRzPspu4sJyT9I2VU/s2048/IMG_5656.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1671" data-original-width="2048" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0MbHPXYBfNnxCtEABvFOxhZFeNIIHWC4VJCbWAiXng2yJ7mlOoSRTFGeANGqOpg3mPDvjiP7_1P-9CbKNc8rRIGX1k_qvj8mi5RUOTNinuxb6DkSOub5XxYWgedXRzPspu4sJyT9I2VU/w640-h522/IMG_5656.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYccpic4BIp_r9lzoUrLtEiamk84Zili0cxXRVOkgf9nuE3xPRmoVB08vUBDlRZN493BT8Blu8PgRQxY9hnq-yb2eIq-f4nxLez9GKqhPME7SCJCDviDM7EsHd6uKHDo25OJ2lTPWFGU/s2048/IMG_5659.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1594" data-original-width="2048" height="499" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYccpic4BIp_r9lzoUrLtEiamk84Zili0cxXRVOkgf9nuE3xPRmoVB08vUBDlRZN493BT8Blu8PgRQxY9hnq-yb2eIq-f4nxLez9GKqhPME7SCJCDviDM7EsHd6uKHDo25OJ2lTPWFGU/w640-h499/IMG_5659.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>Selden's <b>Table Talk</b> was not what I expected. It was not conversation that took place at dinner or around a dinner table for that matter. It was based on a different kind of table.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7ZL-qkjqQhTY9Qol7guquDXDKMgNkzbqsc_VNfj2zs1iHgWhaX3bQclYYbYfw4QA4pmZaUcoS3rDPHHfUsm8ifsZwTUNrVrV-vQp7siFNrU0BSq5hG3t6VoPLXFq6PB9wrODBQUFTds/s2048/IMG_5660.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1676" data-original-width="2048" height="524" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7ZL-qkjqQhTY9Qol7guquDXDKMgNkzbqsc_VNfj2zs1iHgWhaX3bQclYYbYfw4QA4pmZaUcoS3rDPHHfUsm8ifsZwTUNrVrV-vQp7siFNrU0BSq5hG3t6VoPLXFq6PB9wrODBQUFTds/w640-h524/IMG_5660.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>That sure looks like a<b> Table</b> of Contents to me! Nevertheless, the <b>Table </b>lists Selden's discourses that his amanuesis, Richard Milward, reportedly heard. However, Selden's biographer, David Wilkins, disputed their authenticity.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><b>2. Johnson's</b> <b>Table Talk</b></center></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtxUipR54d2NA79DQK9LRAiVMcxj5K2efPlH2oktvc-pIlQDd1HQ2xIZ9z-aAnawNpNfE1T7-DFMuMoPV0HZwSmg2zbNuwc_zhziYQ_OuIgVPhSSYwhyphenhyphengZ93mC6x58W6j0Cr-mkO_1Qck/s2035/IMG_5643.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2035" data-original-width="1659" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtxUipR54d2NA79DQK9LRAiVMcxj5K2efPlH2oktvc-pIlQDd1HQ2xIZ9z-aAnawNpNfE1T7-DFMuMoPV0HZwSmg2zbNuwc_zhziYQ_OuIgVPhSSYwhyphenhyphengZ93mC6x58W6j0Cr-mkO_1Qck/s320/IMG_5643.JPG" width="261" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fldaQJKDcJNitDirXtoHuSrt9rlQglhgpfjU2WhsfComr7hYHUuuSD0PEugqaQzdAM311Wd0oFUs15dbnwqbyXHxKaSAlThY1QkNlpR9_QzERp0k_BInw7vJhhYas6Dmk4UfW07UGDk/s2048/IMG_5645.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1565" data-original-width="2048" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fldaQJKDcJNitDirXtoHuSrt9rlQglhgpfjU2WhsfComr7hYHUuuSD0PEugqaQzdAM311Wd0oFUs15dbnwqbyXHxKaSAlThY1QkNlpR9_QzERp0k_BInw7vJhhYas6Dmk4UfW07UGDk/w640-h492/IMG_5645.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>James Macaulay, a periodical editor in London, edited this book for Frederick A. Stokes in 1893. My copy was formerly owned by D. S. Pithers with his Johnsonian bookplate. And yes, it contains Johnson's conversations.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ESExnWkR3CvTzvXvuhjn0INr3OR7cR2iitNB4QTqZJ0oyyfZHbOVe5J4nsKE8tui3iW_yMXZu17MsTuObAFWKl9bdsJhm8oikHldlk7Yb0s5jatSCFlTLVmvIDnLm_Kt0iIzHosHYjY/s2048/IMG_5675.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1412" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ESExnWkR3CvTzvXvuhjn0INr3OR7cR2iitNB4QTqZJ0oyyfZHbOVe5J4nsKE8tui3iW_yMXZu17MsTuObAFWKl9bdsJhm8oikHldlk7Yb0s5jatSCFlTLVmvIDnLm_Kt0iIzHosHYjY/s320/IMG_5675.JPG" width="221" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGqHvKKOWjPsOMfbTlfRSOYl_7z-aNb6Xgm7jCJJxZM_KfT-uQPD_i_P267B70ehvNmw_OKPqxodXOe9qYy0mHrj-D9DGRxmqli-7r5MZaTOc1cf6mQ0bw-VbknfJ6pAk9qq4bIiVDlk/s2048/IMG_5676.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGqHvKKOWjPsOMfbTlfRSOYl_7z-aNb6Xgm7jCJJxZM_KfT-uQPD_i_P267B70ehvNmw_OKPqxodXOe9qYy0mHrj-D9DGRxmqli-7r5MZaTOc1cf6mQ0bw-VbknfJ6pAk9qq4bIiVDlk/w640-h480/IMG_5676.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><b>3. Hazlitt's</b> <b>Table Talk</b></center></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKj2s-GlopgbtLin469frC2UbIRNG9zBECZWvJsdNUGdklwhbj5x7rqk3nzWKIki493atG2nlARmQt-qcelGwy_F7EkEiHHSQoTiVpBQGsxEGTWyTvzzFEJ5p37zO5f30EEDJj2Fh6duw/s2048/haz.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKj2s-GlopgbtLin469frC2UbIRNG9zBECZWvJsdNUGdklwhbj5x7rqk3nzWKIki493atG2nlARmQt-qcelGwy_F7EkEiHHSQoTiVpBQGsxEGTWyTvzzFEJ5p37zO5f30EEDJj2Fh6duw/w640-h480/haz.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKiiRD5ySXWZ6cNJxSt2hvVYeOGk3WSQuDmbKOOG7StvMIFqoTN3ZfyL9Z-n6AgblVW_Rt2gw4bRbyVoFP57vZTFd_DvelNwFk4V6PbvB3_E9fIzE71NqERZKJop1c8M-WKxf1irkhX8/s2048/IMG_5648.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKiiRD5ySXWZ6cNJxSt2hvVYeOGk3WSQuDmbKOOG7StvMIFqoTN3ZfyL9Z-n6AgblVW_Rt2gw4bRbyVoFP57vZTFd_DvelNwFk4V6PbvB3_E9fIzE71NqERZKJop1c8M-WKxf1irkhX8/w640-h480/IMG_5648.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>The prestigious firm of Asprey & Co. bound and published this book around 1909. But I think calling this book a <b>Table Talk </b>book is stretching it a bit. The contents themselves are listed as essays. Therefore, it is simply a book of essays. But an excellent book of essays at that.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqO8KUKAn_miUfGeVia4nAaRecR-6_eaCHMS2QTe0l4kKqi1t5NOTiT8JdzcKX2zT9he6CD9PyuFaCqB_Nkrh_4RHdPvt84FkLCDC8LvWhhBpz9jdjlJ_Yll9cLZUPHtmCqRFiZe7jwU/s2048/IMG_5649.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1627" data-original-width="2048" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqO8KUKAn_miUfGeVia4nAaRecR-6_eaCHMS2QTe0l4kKqi1t5NOTiT8JdzcKX2zT9he6CD9PyuFaCqB_Nkrh_4RHdPvt84FkLCDC8LvWhhBpz9jdjlJ_Yll9cLZUPHtmCqRFiZe7jwU/w640-h508/IMG_5649.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3qtmK50ntaKUi0WkA0ilnnnWjUMpbUJvBAeeqcG769Xh9_6SwI8Xs-qupfJBGDMp33mqGs6acO-EeeI07YKH8HOgBqU9gJgTrSDshErmTV09HrAwwpo1aFxu6kArWb8RFYb0z4Ike8s/s2048/IMG_5650.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1794" data-original-width="2048" height="560" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3qtmK50ntaKUi0WkA0ilnnnWjUMpbUJvBAeeqcG769Xh9_6SwI8Xs-qupfJBGDMp33mqGs6acO-EeeI07YKH8HOgBqU9gJgTrSDshErmTV09HrAwwpo1aFxu6kArWb8RFYb0z4Ike8s/w640-h560/IMG_5650.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><center><b>4. Sanborn's Table Talk</b></center></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGYpPLSVHT26__PvYg2ZwQD3B5RUTilB0YLdJ65ZjBXNyW7tLv-SAaQN5tqz8HFfQJO56LtEDhkjjGASGoo3tZ60f8RWF5eNIfDVe9jl5ZdbX3In8efBARIhOPDR1vVIBr-evxZFvMO0/s2048/IMG_5677.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1520" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGYpPLSVHT26__PvYg2ZwQD3B5RUTilB0YLdJ65ZjBXNyW7tLv-SAaQN5tqz8HFfQJO56LtEDhkjjGASGoo3tZ60f8RWF5eNIfDVe9jl5ZdbX3In8efBARIhOPDR1vVIBr-evxZFvMO0/w299-h400/IMG_5677.JPG" width="299" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJiatkoWAuwcMc5KG0a6tfxqwe3E7A7xuC5S8pRD_F7NxfOak0a8YqoELUIkecOgo0kOBZBSHhtoJwVLh5iNj7a2TiEYVB2E0isiW-g8MjHHoShc0flKys88skmAqITBcD-bFfzqYAYCw/s1934/IMG_5679.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1934" data-original-width="1545" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJiatkoWAuwcMc5KG0a6tfxqwe3E7A7xuC5S8pRD_F7NxfOak0a8YqoELUIkecOgo0kOBZBSHhtoJwVLh5iNj7a2TiEYVB2E0isiW-g8MjHHoShc0flKys88skmAqITBcD-bFfzqYAYCw/w512-h640/IMG_5679.JPG" width="512" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I have to use my imagination to classify this book as a <b>Table Talk </b>book. Sanborn was a feature writer for the Springfield Republican and the Boston Daily Advertiser, and his so-called <b>Table Talk</b> dates from1869 to 1918. Kenneth Walter Cameron, the editor of this book, says that the book consists of personals and obiter dicta that Sanborn usually placed at the end of his feature articles and book reviews. His column in the Boston Daily Advertiser was named "The Breakfast Table," and that could be where Cameron got the <b>Table Talk </b>title from. Or maybe it was because readers read his articles when they were sitting at the <b>breakfast table</b>? I have to say, though, that the book is well worth reading, from Sanborn's involvement with John Brown to his opinions of the authors of the day.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><b>5. The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table</b></center><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLmKG79WiWUeoOLpRHZENh3BPjtIybsT3G3U4srIo5m2r_hK1fon4jUxXy6RJEy_g7lzuyRDHABPM6oOpuqaUOQNiW-7IH3-sWPmthFaWJwXPfnYcdTjQw3zYX1an4eQ7V_3aGKwX_Wo/s2048/IMG_5641.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLmKG79WiWUeoOLpRHZENh3BPjtIybsT3G3U4srIo5m2r_hK1fon4jUxXy6RJEy_g7lzuyRDHABPM6oOpuqaUOQNiW-7IH3-sWPmthFaWJwXPfnYcdTjQw3zYX1an4eQ7V_3aGKwX_Wo/s320/IMG_5641.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz1trTmE-bAK-uDhWGg2dpv67fm7vglkSLW1yWXGWcfFKKdOmceBKdutLL402lNYow_ki7Iw3fnDtt62VAHUR-5FkuVHQ3V85ZjNkVP9TprRucJDiw2AGj-WhiUYZgot4W9MG5_zSF_go/s2188/IMG_5640.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2188" data-original-width="975" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz1trTmE-bAK-uDhWGg2dpv67fm7vglkSLW1yWXGWcfFKKdOmceBKdutLL402lNYow_ki7Iw3fnDtt62VAHUR-5FkuVHQ3V85ZjNkVP9TprRucJDiw2AGj-WhiUYZgot4W9MG5_zSF_go/w286-h640/IMG_5640.JPG" width="286" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHC0cSveyrCQ1bswotNJJDlQWb0KpL3gq_U5aha5zbGt_SC0taJSxJJod6S3kyh_HQZAIqrJXTZY_sYD-8-Pc-6MnH5T0YRNKYIp5NxlxFN_XkU5GCP6VZsXSKWJsEw8pWmJMahZuO80A/s2048/IMG_5642.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1369" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHC0cSveyrCQ1bswotNJJDlQWb0KpL3gq_U5aha5zbGt_SC0taJSxJJod6S3kyh_HQZAIqrJXTZY_sYD-8-Pc-6MnH5T0YRNKYIp5NxlxFN_XkU5GCP6VZsXSKWJsEw8pWmJMahZuO80A/w428-h640/IMG_5642.JPG" width="428" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I could never get into this novel by Oliver Wendell Holmes. But it is conversation that takes place at a <b>Breakfast Table</b>....</div><div><br /></div><div><center><b>6. At the Library Table</b></center><center><b><br /></b></center><center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RMuf3p_sRZIiq13YPU8ZodicFkO39cB7-EM5o2gFArt2yE68FZf5B62jPvwgKotKHiBZ99eACXAjHrTIuGOBtMZf-qgkYTEbwsPKIMhghY6FRqEczCieqqvE01LXNgkOfM8qWyCtxag/s2048/libraty.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RMuf3p_sRZIiq13YPU8ZodicFkO39cB7-EM5o2gFArt2yE68FZf5B62jPvwgKotKHiBZ99eACXAjHrTIuGOBtMZf-qgkYTEbwsPKIMhghY6FRqEczCieqqvE01LXNgkOfM8qWyCtxag/w640-h480/libraty.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></center></div><div><br /></div><div>This book qualifies as one of my<b> Table Talk</b> books not just because the word <b>table</b> is in the title, but because, in some of the passages, Joline appears to be conversing while he is sitting at his <b>library table</b>. </div><div><br /></div><blockquote><p>Sitting at the library table and letting my eyes wander with affection to the adjacent shelves, I try to fancy who buys the multitudinous books of memoirs and reminiscences, of literary, dramatic, and political gossip, which are poured so profusely from the English presses (p7).</p></blockquote><blockquote>Most of us find that as the number of years increases we are apt to spend to pass more and more time at the library table, within easy reach of the shelves. I have been charged with believing that books are "the chief things in life;" I admit that they are not and ought not to be that, but I see no reason why we should not be allowed to enjoy them as we would any other innocent pleasure in due moderation (p14).</blockquote><div> I wrote about Adrian H. Joline in <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2017/06/adrian-h-joline-author-autograph.html">my July 2017 post</a> to My Sentimental Library blog. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><b>7. More Books on the Table</b></center><center><b><br /></b></center><center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdzGFg5-BKRHb9y4Fd3qPG6YZuRmbdfw2VcGn5Q4Jrp84dATx5hzfvE0zWGXTCqxNJCieAwoouqeS2mfhEo9_hM6LR8JsJClTBJlfB7K734qSDEACE61kHak-zefs8-ff4ezBZkPPFgM/s2048/more.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdzGFg5-BKRHb9y4Fd3qPG6YZuRmbdfw2VcGn5Q4Jrp84dATx5hzfvE0zWGXTCqxNJCieAwoouqeS2mfhEo9_hM6LR8JsJClTBJlfB7K734qSDEACE61kHak-zefs8-ff4ezBZkPPFgM/w640-h480/more.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></center></div>
<blockquote>Books continue to be heaped upon my table, and they are flowers that tempt into the sunshine bees, which I call memories, hived in the course of sixty years of indiscriminate and insatiate reading. The Young Anarchist placed his trust in books, and we are told that he was disappointed. The fault must have lain, I think, in himself and not in literature. I have forgotten who Lucas de Penna was, but I love him for saying that books were to him "the light of the heart, the mirror of the body, the myrrh-pot of eloquence." So they are to me, and more so the older I grow. When the infinite variety and charm of them fail to enchant me, it will be time for me to "cease upon the midnight with no pain." (vii)</blockquote><p><br /></p><p></p><center><b>8. Around the Library Table: An Evening With Leigh Hunt</b></center><center><b><br /></b></center><center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFds87s8t6VL-hSig6tP80ULTGG2UJHAwQ-GISUxDpzJVHDK3Lene-AR7X5b1KnTWytwiut2RpBxepls_Z5H0lifKvFdCkekCaUQtmWf365A3vffFKalJ57vRitn8KhFTvJIHP26fmTE/s2531/IMG_5683.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1242" data-original-width="2531" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFds87s8t6VL-hSig6tP80ULTGG2UJHAwQ-GISUxDpzJVHDK3Lene-AR7X5b1KnTWytwiut2RpBxepls_Z5H0lifKvFdCkekCaUQtmWf365A3vffFKalJ57vRitn8KhFTvJIHP26fmTE/w640-h316/IMG_5683.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3bQhwjAe0ucfX8E2lt225Te-lUy2BGI0ImYvVOdEdAgfZmhwNtjMILWhMug3TWPROaH6UyVg8Ue_5JuskwxFn_vqj-6RnVbco82319I0e_7QWPtr3dn-a_xYk0jaIAVEap2MmvhWk4qw/s2048/IMG_5686.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1709" data-original-width="2048" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3bQhwjAe0ucfX8E2lt225Te-lUy2BGI0ImYvVOdEdAgfZmhwNtjMILWhMug3TWPROaH6UyVg8Ue_5JuskwxFn_vqj-6RnVbco82319I0e_7QWPtr3dn-a_xYk0jaIAVEap2MmvhWk4qw/w640-h534/IMG_5686.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></center><p></p>
<blockquote>So at this time we ask you to gather around the big table in our library where we may visit informally, and talk of the fellowship of books, and look at some Hunt rarities. We are hungry for your companionship, and while, possibly, your presence is not essential to complete our happiness, for we have friends on the shelves that are a solace to us at all times, yet we want you to know that we hold you in great esteem (p10).</blockquote><p><br /></p><p> </p>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-70168942383428494032021-09-23T08:24:00.002-04:002021-09-23T14:15:49.150-04:00About The First R and Related Enjoyments of John T. Winterich <br /><p>I wrote all about the bibliophile John T. Winterich (1891-1970) in my November 2015 My Sentimental Library blog post, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2015/11/john-t-winterich-man-his-books-and-his.html" target="_blank">John T. Winterich: The Man, His Books, and His Other Literary Endeavors.</a> In the post I mentioned my purchase of an unpublished manuscript that Winterich had submitted to his agent Curtis Brown LTD.<i> </i>Winterich was the editor of several periodicals, and the author of at least ten books and over 250 magazine articles. And in the late 1950s, Winterich asked and received from the magazine publishers 'leave to reprint' some of his articles in a book.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lQnpoxm-OiHlx8x_cCZEXxtXpQwKFma6dKHcgNe87JBqeUpjS2f3dwylYkAW2bULAxbUHK0JFv90FrZXZSTU3dDEail65ILNln0fxOSCOO1ub-1p7ZwJRR-5IStP3pYopA4aVX03pZY/s640/exp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="485" data-original-width="640" height="486" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lQnpoxm-OiHlx8x_cCZEXxtXpQwKFma6dKHcgNe87JBqeUpjS2f3dwylYkAW2bULAxbUHK0JFv90FrZXZSTU3dDEail65ILNln0fxOSCOO1ub-1p7ZwJRR-5IStP3pYopA4aVX03pZY/w640-h486/exp.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>The book was to be titled <i>The First R and Related Enjoyments</i>. Winterich revised almost all of the articles, changed the titles of some of them, and submitted the manuscript in 197 sheets to his agent Curtis Brown LTD. But the book was never published. Years later, Yesterday's Gallery & Babylon Revisited Rare Books acquired the manuscript at a local auction. And in October 2015, I purchased the manuscript from them.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWowe0jQRuujzRnX8upFgqrTkydtsZWpG-1noc07tdjejlKRNNVMyhW5NIwddbTJsOwwPQ1CmFU97ovS0QXeqEUYuKYAA-a9_H8yAHajZ2UzxgjbxRDAqtXOHaGgdKl1YYb16hrz0JJ1w/s1011/unnamed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="1011" height="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWowe0jQRuujzRnX8upFgqrTkydtsZWpG-1noc07tdjejlKRNNVMyhW5NIwddbTJsOwwPQ1CmFU97ovS0QXeqEUYuKYAA-a9_H8yAHajZ2UzxgjbxRDAqtXOHaGgdKl1YYb16hrz0JJ1w/w640-h600/unnamed.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>In the very last paragraph of my Nov 2015 blog post I promised more to come:</p><blockquote><p>At any rate, I am thankful that John T. Winterich's unpublished book, <i>The First R and Related Enjoyments </i>is part of my John T. Winterich Collection. And I will be writing more about the book and its articles in the near future.</p></blockquote><p>It is now six years later and the near future has come and gone. I fully intended to post some of Winterich's manuscript articles on My Sentimental Library blog. That's why I bought it in the first place! My post today details the steps I took to try to get the articles published on my blog. Little did I know how difficult that would be.</p><p>The very first thing I did after posting my blog on November 8, 2015 was to transfer the 197 manuscript sheets from the Curtis Brown manuscript box to individual acid-free sheet protectors.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04DSLwqBlfWD0NldPKCN9bCessURu8XWXx7unyHCZOt3AaRZw9hKPlM-_2FVH0s5OzDrKxuZpNZO_xYBOKZbA7JhIFRC_NKoLdyl6nffrjja_WZPb-jwhB8rgiV05AScLUdeDFRYUAvo/s2048/IMG_5410.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1402" data-original-width="2048" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04DSLwqBlfWD0NldPKCN9bCessURu8XWXx7unyHCZOt3AaRZw9hKPlM-_2FVH0s5OzDrKxuZpNZO_xYBOKZbA7JhIFRC_NKoLdyl6nffrjja_WZPb-jwhB8rgiV05AScLUdeDFRYUAvo/w640-h440/IMG_5410.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Next, I created my own Table of Contents, identifying the publisher, publication date, and manuscript page location of each article. Apologies beforehand if you can't read my handwriting. Sometimes I can't read it myself! I have a more readable Table of Contents at the end of this post.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrd4kY_h5JDZHMn9yEUBA4TqXtJabuzaTpWdMlZEKZKFtHQDCdQlmYdR3LGoY142jlvxllfExcPP3I1anzDoSHX26aRlRcGYXVg5dpC8GhVwt84qOCt2CJKcnHkeh8PTJMsjG2KDfje0A/s1059/Screen+Shot+2021-07-22+at+1.54.24+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="1059" height="560" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrd4kY_h5JDZHMn9yEUBA4TqXtJabuzaTpWdMlZEKZKFtHQDCdQlmYdR3LGoY142jlvxllfExcPP3I1anzDoSHX26aRlRcGYXVg5dpC8GhVwt84qOCt2CJKcnHkeh8PTJMsjG2KDfje0A/w640-h560/Screen+Shot+2021-07-22+at+1.54.24+PM.png" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I didn't think that publishing Winterich's articles on my blog would come under "fair use." I thought it best that I obtain permission from the various periodical publishers. This proved to be a can of worms. Some of the periodicals had folded, and I didn't know who held the copyright. Other publishers enrolled their publications with the Copyright Clearance Center. This company charges a fee for the copyright clearance. </p><p>Fortunately, The New Yorker did not have its articles enrolled with the Copyright Clearance Center. Winterich had worked with Harold Ross, the co-founder of <i>The New Yorker, </i> on <i>The Stars and Stripes, The Home Sector, </i>and then the<i> The New Yorker </i>from 1938 on.<i> </i>Ross had given Winterich 'leave to reprint' three articles that first appeared in <i>The New Yorker. </i>I figured that Winterich's close ties with Ross and <i>The New Yorker</i> would grease the way for me to receive permission to publish the articles on my blog Boy was I wrong!</p><p>On Nov 12, 2015, just four days after publishing my blog post about Winterich, I called Condé Nast in New York, the publisher of not only <i>The New Yorker, </i>but <i>GC, Vanity Fair</i> and others<i>. </i>When I requested permission to publish the articles on my blog, I was instructed to submit my request in an email to the Condé Nast Contact Licensing Department, which I did that very day. But I never received a reply. I wrote to Contact Licensing again on Feb 4, 2016. I received a response the next day from a Licensing Assistant. That Assistant told me that he contacted a colleague who would be assisting me with checking the license rights of the three Winterich articles. But the colleague never contacted me. I wrote to Contact Licensing again on Sep 2, 2016 stating that I had not received any information on the status of my request. I received the following reply:</p><blockquote><span style="color: red;">Sep 2, 2016, 11:58 AM </span><div><span style="color: red;"> to me </span><div><span style="color: red;"> </span></div><div><span style="color: red;">Hi Jerry,
</span></div><div><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: red;">Apologies for the delay. Confirming that I’ve submitted the below content to our permissions department who will advise back on the status of the underlying rights tied to each piece of text. Once I hear back regarding rights, I’ll follow up with next steps.
</span></div><div><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: red;">Publication: The New Yorker
Issue Date: 3/22/1947
Page: 71
Request Type: Syndication, text
Contributor: John T. Winterich
Description: “A Touch of Genius”
Territory (if applicable): World
End Use (Print, El</span></div><div><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: red;">Publication: The New Yorker
Issue Date: 10/2/1948
Page: 68
Request Type: Syndication, text
Contributor: John T. Winterich
Description: “Not in Stevenson”
Territory (if applicable): World
End Use (Print, Electronic, TV/Film): Electronic. Blogger, Jerry Morris requesting rights to re-publish text on his blog.
</span></div><div><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: red;">Publication: The New Yorker
Issue Date: 12/8/1951
Page: 150
Request Type: Syndication, text
Contributor: John T. Winterich
Description: “A Half Hour with Longfellow”
Territory (if applicable): World
End Use (Print, Electronic, TV/Film): Electronic. Blogger, Jerry Morris requesting rights to re-publish text on his blog.
</span></div><div><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: red;"> Best,
xxxxx
xxxxxx </span></div><div><span style="color: red;">Manager, Licensing
CONDÉ NAST </span></div><div><span style="color: red;"> One World Trade Center, 42nd Floor
NY, NY 10007</span></div></div></blockquote><p><br /></p><p>That was the last time I heard from anyone at Condé Nast. But on the same day I contacted the Licensing Director of Publishers Weekly<i>. </i>And we corresponded for a week.</p><blockquote><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Permission to Reprint Two PW Articles From the 1950s </span></p><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Jerry Morris xxxxxxxxx@gmail.com> </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Sep 2, 2016, 2:59 PM </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"> to XXXXXXX </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"> </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Dear xxxxxxxxxx, </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">I request permission to "reprint" two PW articles by the late John T. Winterich (1891-1970) on my popular book-related blog, My Sentimental Library: </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"> </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">"Bookseller on Horseback" published on 2/3/51</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"> and </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">"EMUS, ROCS, AND MOAS" published on 4/17/54 </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">These two articles were part of The First R and Related Enjoyments, a 197-page typescript of 22 articles published in various periodicals that Winterich submitted to his agent, Curtis, Brown, Ltd. in the late 1950s for publication. </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Winterich had been successful in the past in getting his articles published in book form, including Books And The Man, a series of articles previously published in Publishers' Weekly. Winterich had received "leave to reprint," The First R... but this book was never published and gathered dust for years at Curtis, Brown, Ltd. </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Michael Manz, proprietor of Babylon Revisited Rare Books, acquired the boxed typescript at an auction in New York. And in October 2015, I purchased the box of unpublished typescript from him.</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If and when I receive permission to "reprint," I intend to display the typescripts of the articles on my blog, displaying the changes Winterich made to the original texts. In some cases, such as "Bookseller on Horseback," Winterich made only minor word substitutions. But in others, such as "EMUS, ROCS, AND MOAS," he deleted several paragraphs and added almost a hundred words. The later article, btw, is about the publication of the first Simon and Schuster Crossword Puzzle Book. For more information on Winterich and his writings, you can read my blog post, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2015/11/john-t-winterich-man-his-books-and-his.html" target="_blank">John T. Winterich: the Man, His Books, and His Other Literary Endeavors</a>.</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">best, </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Jerry Morris </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">p.s. I see you're a Yankee fan. Just for fun, you should read <a href="https://contemplationsofmoibibliomaniac.blogspot.com/2013/08/a-most-heavenly-review.html" target="_blank">A Most Heavenly Review?</a> </span></div></blockquote><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;"> </span><span>______________ </span></p><blockquote><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><span style="background-color: black;">xxxxxxx</span>@publishersweekly.com </span></p><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"> </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"> Fri, Sep 2, 2016, 6:35 PM   </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"> Dear Jerry, </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">What a fascinating character Mr. Winterich must have been! Thank you for those descriptions. </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">For permission to reprint, head on over to the Copyright Clearance Center, www.copyright.com, and click "get permission." Once you do that, type in the publication name, in this case Publishers Weekly. From there the system will guide you through. </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Any questions or issues with the CCC, let me know and we'll figure it out. </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">As for the Bums, yes, I am a fan, and I thank you for this suggestion. I don't know the book (yet) but will check it out! </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Best wishes, and happy Labor Day weekend,</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><span style="background-color: black;">xxxxxxxxxxxxxxy</span> </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Publicity and Content Licensing Director </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">office direct: <span style="background-color: black;">xxxxxx</span> cell: <span style="background-color: black;">xxxxxx</span> </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Publishers Weekly </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">71 West 23rd Street, Ste. 1608 </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">New York, NY 10010 </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><span style="background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 0, 254);">xxxxxxx</span></span> </div></blockquote><p> –––––––––––––––––––––––––––– </p><p></p><blockquote><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;"> Sep 2, 2016, 11:18 PM</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Dear <span style="background-color: black;">xxxx</span>,</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Thank you. </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;"> I received more in four hours from you than I have in nine months of querying representatives of another periodical that published Winterich's articles.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">I should mention that I'm not recommending Cohen's book. I really was at the game that Maris hit his 61st home run. Cohen had his facts wrong as far as the attendance went and about how fans felt about Maris. So I "created" the heavenly review to dispute his findings without calling him an outright liar. </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">A much better book about Yankees is Lefty: An American Odyssey. Here's <a href="https://www.librarything.com/work/12313805/details/84567023" target="_blank">my review </a>of that book.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">best, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">and thanks again!</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Jerry Morris</span></p></blockquote><p></p><p> –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––</p><blockquote><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Tue, Sep 6, 2016, 4:40 PM</span></div></blockquote><p></p><blockquote><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Me again!</span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #ff00fe;">CCC appears to be expensive!</span></blockquote><blockquote><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">I tried "Share content electronically" "post on the internet" and it would cost $433.50 to post "Bookseller on Horseback," and that is only for one full year. Unlimited duration is not permitted.</span></p></blockquote><blockquote><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">
I then tried "Republish or Display Content" choosing "other" as the publication vehicle and was informed that I'd have to create an account and special order it.</span></p></blockquote><blockquote><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">
In your experience, is it worth proceeding or are we talking big bucks to post? </span></p></blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #ff00fe;">best,</span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Jerry Morris</span></blockquote><blockquote><p> –––––––––––––––––––––––––––– </p></blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Tue, Sep 6, 2016, 6:31 PM</span><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Hi Jerry,</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">I'm sorry the CCC put this out of range of your budget.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Our base price for permissions is $110 per article/review. From there, the algorithm gives discounts for nonprofits, adds extra for world rights and big print runs (for reprinting in books, for instance), and on and on.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">You wanted to reprint two articles on your blog, right? For eternity. Or as long as the blog exists. That's all right with us.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">For the two pieces, could you do $110 each? Would that be within your budget?<</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If so, we'll send you an invoice directly and the permissions language. Just let me know.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><span style="background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 0, 254);">xxxxxx</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;"></span></p></blockquote><p> _____________ </p><blockquote><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Tue, Sep 6, 2016, 7:41 PM</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Dear <span style="background-color: black;">xxxxx</span>,</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If I win the Florida Fantasy Five again (I won in '93 and '95: 14 grand and 24 grand), I would be able to afford to print the best of Winterich's 22 articles. But not until then.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">The loser is Winterich. Publishing his amended articles on My Sentimental Library blog would have been a worthy tribute to his 30+ years as a bookman and editor in the periodical industry.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">I do appreciate all your help. Thanks :-) </span></p><span><span style="color: #ff00fe;"> Jerry</span><p style="color: #ff00fe;"></p><p></p></span></blockquote>I put my attempts to obtain copyright clearance of Winterich's articles on the back burner for over a year. On October 17, 2017 I submitted an application to Imaging and Rights department of the Morgan Library and Museum requesting permission to publish the title article "The First R" on my blog. Winterich had given this presentation at the opening of an exhibition of children's literature at the Pierpont Morgan Library and Museum on November 18, 1954. The Morgan had published the presentation in a pamphlet. The Morgan declined to grant permission to me to publish the article. Although the Morgan was the copyright holder of the edition, it was not the intellectual copyright holder and was not able to grant permission to publish the article. So on to the back burner my quest went again! And there it will most likely remain.<p>In the last four years, I have been unable to identify and locate the intellectual copyright owner. And I have become familiar with other such copyright terms as <i>fair use, due diligence, unlocatable copyright owners, orphan works, copyright infringement, </i>and<i> infringement liability. </i>Publishing Winterich's articles on my blog is not fair use. Several countries have already set procedures that determine if a person has done due diligence in attempting to find a copyright owner of an orphan work. The United States still has no set procedures to prove due diligence in trying to find intellectual copyright owners of orphan works. Orphan Works are best defined by the Congressional Research Service, Congress' think tank:</p><blockquote><p>Orphan works are copyrighted works whose owners are difficult or impossible to identify and/or locate. Orphan works are perceived to be inaccessible because of the risk of infringement liability that a user might incur if and when a copyright owner subsequently appears. Consequently, many works that are, in fact, abandoned by owners are withheld from public view because of uncertainty about the owner and the risk of liability.</p></blockquote><p>Winterich's articles are definitely orphan works. I sometimes wonder that had I purchased copyright clearance from the Copyright Clearance Center, if I still would have been liable for copyright infringement if an intellectual copyright owner appeared after I published the articles. I cannot take that chance. Therefore, you will not be reading Winterich's articles on my blog. </p><p>You can, however, read Winterich's original articles in the archives of periodical publishers who are still in business –– if you are a subscriber to their magazine, and if you know the original title or the date of publication. You can go to the UNZ Review at UNZ.com and read some of Winterich's articles that were published in the Saturday Review –– but with the same "ifs." I can help you! Below is a descriptive Table of Contents containing information on where and when the articles were first published, the original titles, and whether Winterich revised the articles. Finally, if the subject matter isn't readily evident by the title, I have added a note identifying what the article is about.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><center>THE FIRST R AND RELATED ENJOYMENTS</center><p></p><p></p><center>TABLE OF CONTENTS<span style="color: #ff00fe; text-align: left;"> </span></center><ph .="" 5700="" books.="" d.="" first="" harper="" in="" march1956.="" minor="" nbsp="" of="" original="" published="" purple.="" r.="" rare="" revisions.="" rosenbach:="" s="" span="" the="" title="" tycoon="" was="" words.=""></ph><p><span><u>P.H. D. In Purple</u>. First Published in Harper's Magazine in March 1956. The original title was<u> Dr. Rosenbach: the tycoon of rare books</u>. 5700 words. Minor revisions.</span></p><p><span><u>The Man Who Didn't Go to Harvard</u>. First published in the Saturday Review on April 1, 1933 in the Compleat Collector column Winterich shared with Carl Purington Rollins. The original title was "<u>Household Word</u>s." Article is about John Bartlett. Original article was two columns long. Greatly expanded to 3200 words in 14 double-spaced pages.</span></p><p><u>Bookseller on Horseback</u>. First published in Publishers Weekly on Feb 2, 1951. The original title was "<u>What a New Englander Was Likely to Read in 1711</u>. 1000 words. Minor revisions.</p><p></p><p><u>
The Life, Works, and Travels of Bloodgood Haviland Cutter</u>. First published in the Colophon in April 1930. The original title was <u>The Life and Works of Bloodgood Haviland Cutter</u>. 6000 words. Extensive revisions.</p><p></p><u>
The Ladies of the Lake</u>. First published in the Colophon Part 8 (Nov 1931). 3500 words. Minor revisions. An article about two American poets, Lucretia Maria Davidson and her younger sister Margaret Miller Davidson.<p><u>
Restitution: A Fiction</u>. First published in the Saturday Review Dec 26, 1931 in the Compleat Collector column. 3200 words. Minor revisions. Postscript added referring to Carter and Pollard's 1934 Enquiry... . Winterich's story, written more than two years earlier, was about a copy of Wise's book of E.B.B.'s sonnets that the book's character purchased for five cents at a book sale benefit for crippled children, then felt guilty about the purchase.</p><p><u>
Autografters: Their Ways and Wiles</u>. First published in the New York Times Magazine on Aug 28, 1928. The original title was "<u>As They Trail the Coveted Autograph</u>." 6300 words. Extensive revisions. A two-page article was extended to twenty pages.</p><p><u>Scrap of Paper With Not Enough Writing</u>. First published in Prominade Sep 1946. 1600 words, Minor revisions. An article about a bounced check.</p><p><u>World Invisible</u>. in the Compleat Collector column of the Saturday Review Feb 4, 1933. 650 words. Minor revisions. An article about the movement of planets in our solar system.</p><p><u>A Slight Brush with the Minor Drama.</u> First published in the New Yorker March 22, 1947. The original title was <u>A Touch of Genius.</u> 3100 words. 400 words added. An article about what happened at a school play Winterich appeared in as a child ( I like the original title better).</p><p><u>A Half Hour With Longfellow</u>. First published in the New Yorker Dec 8, 1951. 1700 words. Minor revisions.</p><p>H<u>ow to Confect an Apophthegm</u>. New Yorker 10-2-41 Original title was <u>Not in Stevenson</u>. 2000 words. Minor revisions. An article about Winterich and a Major writing information about the War Department's Program that President Roosevelt used in a speech. The quote was not in Stevenson's Book of Quotations.</p><p><u>A Word on Words</u>. First published in the Saturday Review in two parts as the editorials on Sep 21, 1946 and on June 14, 1947. The 1947 editorial which appears first in the revised article, was titled <u>Words Over-Worn</u>. The 1946 editorial was titled<u> Myrrh vs Murder.</u> 4000 words. Extensive revisions.</p><p><u>Emus, Rocs, and Mcas.</u> First published in Pub Wkly 4-17-54 The original title was <u>30th Birthday of Crossword</u>. 3500 words. Minor revisions
</p><p><u>Why They're Called Turnpikes.</u> Paid for by Ford but never published. 1000 words.</p><p><u>Happy Old Year.</u> First published in Nation's Business Jan 48. 3000 words. Extensive revisions. An article about all the things that happened in the year 1913.</p><p><u>This Way to the Twenty-First Century</u>. First published in Nation's Business Jan 4. 3300 words. Extensive revisions. An article about how the nation welcomed the twentieth century.</p><p><u>Library Under Fire</u>. Ford Times (Old Saybrook Nice Place to be) n.d.
</p><p><u>Author Sees Book</u>. First published in the Dolphin in the Winter 1941 issue. The original title was <u>Some Authors Who Looked At Their Books</u>. 2100 words. Extensive revisions.</p><p><u>A Room With a View</u>. An address delivered on Jan 12, 1954 at the dedication of the Providence Public Library 's new wing. 3300 words. Minor revisions.</p><p><u>Collector's Choice</u>. A presentation given at the Grolier Club on Apr 27, 1954 at the opening of an exhibition of literary and historical material. 3800 words. Absolutely no revisions. Privately printed for Winterich by the Peter Pauper Press in 1954.</p><p><u>The First R.</u> A presentation given at the opening of the exhibition of children's literature at the Pierpont Morgan Library and Museum on Nov 18, 1954. 5800 words. Only a few revisions. The Morgan published a pamphlet of the presentation in 1954.</p><p>
</p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-83610646789478881902021-08-29T12:12:00.011-04:002021-09-01T23:13:29.736-04:00Nosediving Into the Interesting and Unusual Features of the Special Edition of Flying Dutchman<div>This past July was a very good month for my Sentimental Airman Collection. I acquired twenty-five books of the Lee J. Harrer Lindbergh Collection that I mentioned in last month's post. I also acquired my eighteenth book from the Derek Mason Aviation Collection, all eighteen of which I bought from Mike Slicker's Lighthouse Books. That's why I originally passed on buying a special edition of <i>Flying Dutchman</i> that John Howell listed in a recent Getman's virtual book fair. However, I messaged John and asked him to contact me in a week or two if the book didn't sell during the virtual auction. Yes, I was leaving it to chance, but I was secretly hoping that the Fokker book would eventually join my other books by or about Lindbergh, Rickenbacker, Amelia Earhart, the Wright brothers and all the other aviators. John Howell contacted me ten days later, and <i>Flying Dutchman </i>was mine<i>.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2yOHRfXTW1H2UBVTx3kQzm7BkOdzmnOWxBo-FngTK9NarFAqmkEJInhOMJScbmX_G2eYjy5dOtYHaPNu-xY59S_YMnT6Jqmn8ySwwpM32CSPyNU1IUEtcVWtl6VgJwOjC3ThPT4iGxpA/s1839/IMG_5578.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1839" data-original-width="1028" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2yOHRfXTW1H2UBVTx3kQzm7BkOdzmnOWxBo-FngTK9NarFAqmkEJInhOMJScbmX_G2eYjy5dOtYHaPNu-xY59S_YMnT6Jqmn8ySwwpM32CSPyNU1IUEtcVWtl6VgJwOjC3ThPT4iGxpA/w360-h640/IMG_5578.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbt9YTKWor45AmvaEkhu2HR8VxphFhTzfWgjCgNdDHEtsHlrESjUeQW_Czbv45hCQS7S8nzbWDwUfdwI0PKQofh_zHeulC7rxAqXdD6F3c7uZZoJB0Gk-3inYtJqFYzi-E8FyTfvIypVk/s2048/IMG_5585.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1250" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbt9YTKWor45AmvaEkhu2HR8VxphFhTzfWgjCgNdDHEtsHlrESjUeQW_Czbv45hCQS7S8nzbWDwUfdwI0PKQofh_zHeulC7rxAqXdD6F3c7uZZoJB0Gk-3inYtJqFYzi-E8FyTfvIypVk/w244-h400/IMG_5585.JPG" width="244" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>In every book I have ever bought from John Howell, he inserts a sheet containing his catalogue listing of the book. These inserts provide ready references about the books and their purchases.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9hk6mDObdqhyOberPERemmpFCyJKAUVBgs4qqzBMM-t1YeMfQQmnrY-f_2LMSzy-rnVeIuiXsczOzVT2LEPHp_blrObr7qFCzpYa-PfIqaE6allbrlfsFp-QrOXmaC-cbOgM0eFs6xs/s1427/jh.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="1427" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9hk6mDObdqhyOberPERemmpFCyJKAUVBgs4qqzBMM-t1YeMfQQmnrY-f_2LMSzy-rnVeIuiXsczOzVT2LEPHp_blrObr7qFCzpYa-PfIqaE6allbrlfsFp-QrOXmaC-cbOgM0eFs6xs/w640-h412/jh.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><v><br /></v><div><v>By the way, the manuscript notation, "December 1939!! AHG," was not written by Fokker's hand. December 1939 is the month and year that Fokker died. I believe it was written by a former owner. However, the writing of the initials "AHG" interested me. If I knew Fokker personally and called him by his initials, I would have written "AHG." But if I didn't know him personally, I probably would just have written "Fokker."</v><div><v><br /></v></div><div><br /><div><v><br /></v></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeiyg_aXzlxH0t_lx_66OngFFIQEpD_aIoXgUQz67i3BJwLwZALuz0JY2PCRBNuk2feG8w8tRECaQqAP1rf3G_cCcXAYnvp1y18DzxHX9h8Niu2jyTFruA9C7tSv_EKoznq_w_7eAe5CM/s2048/IMG_5580.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1382" data-original-width="2048" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeiyg_aXzlxH0t_lx_66OngFFIQEpD_aIoXgUQz67i3BJwLwZALuz0JY2PCRBNuk2feG8w8tRECaQqAP1rf3G_cCcXAYnvp1y18DzxHX9h8Niu2jyTFruA9C7tSv_EKoznq_w_7eAe5CM/w640-h432/IMG_5580.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><v><div>I like the gilt aircraft designs that are imprinted on the covers of <i>Flying Dutchman. </i>The airplane on the front cover is the first aircraft that Anthony Fokker built in 1911. The airplane on the spine and on the rear cover is the Fokker F-32 passenger aircraft that Fokker's aircraft company built in Teterboro, New Jersey in 1929. The 1931 date on the rear cover is the year that the book <i>Flying Dutchman</i> was published.</div><div><br />
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<p><br /></p><p>I didn't realize how special my copy of the special edition of <i>Flying Dutchman </i>was until I read the statement on the limitation page. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnH6OrD4lxrQsMztHH-XEJN8olfdiEoAaiHwdPo9Ws0G7935AHUH1goUwyPVd8vnl_mQ09OL5P4ttI65Wq-McyeK_IU4WoDybB4zkXjZ455jZHpAopgeMHdyxFZ_w54UAepr3yhk1siDA/s562/No+32.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="562" height="404" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnH6OrD4lxrQsMztHH-XEJN8olfdiEoAaiHwdPo9Ws0G7935AHUH1goUwyPVd8vnl_mQ09OL5P4ttI65Wq-McyeK_IU4WoDybB4zkXjZ455jZHpAopgeMHdyxFZ_w54UAepr3yhk1siDA/w640-h404/No+32.png" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>"Two hundred and fifteen copies of this special edition of <i>Flying Dutchman </i>have been printed and bound."</p><p>That is true per se. But I was soon learned that more information should have provided in that statement.</p><p>"... and have been signed by Anthony H. G. Fokker."</p><p>That is not entirely true. Fokker did not sign all 215 copies of <i>Flying Dutchman. </i>He did not sign my copy! </p><p>I took a dive into the web via Google. I searched for signed and unsigned copies of the special edition. And boy was I surprised with what I learned!</p><p>Fokker did not sign copy no. 42, which an Australian bookseller currently has listed for top dollar on the <a href="https://www.biblio.com/book/flying-dutchman-life-anthony-fokker-fokker/d/1189510104">Biblio</a> website. The binding is the same as mine.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr89BRa3L71RkEk7g4hmgBFGXbDnY642_qe0US57PIb4Fb8jhc9JfSzD_4arm38fry_gma2RqLHnqQyG3xrRbl_aMUHq80TzZr4dl4aL7G-RkEEk9k9AMLwMC9YNcwzcxN8F-4DK-Zxr0/s2048/NO.+42.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr89BRa3L71RkEk7g4hmgBFGXbDnY642_qe0US57PIb4Fb8jhc9JfSzD_4arm38fry_gma2RqLHnqQyG3xrRbl_aMUHq80TzZr4dl4aL7G-RkEEk9k9AMLwMC9YNcwzcxN8F-4DK-Zxr0/w640-h480/NO.+42.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Fokker signed and inscribed copy no. 148 on the frontispiece page. That copy was sold on eBay and listed on the<a href="https://www.worthpoint.com/worthopedia/anthony-fokker-autographed-book-431404726"> Worthpoint </a>website. I don't subscribe to Worthpoint so I can't tell you when the eBay auction was held. What did catch my eye, however, was that copy no. 148 was bound in full leather and with no gilt airplanes on its covers!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimtTz-nSxM5SQqnTB11ERUo5Df7nu460DYLZUCPc6Zh0EfGAtI3Dspl20guab_xe3HU9uOXmWZer9Ag1ubX_JRD8FiiaF7fZPuKkLlNNTPjXWTgQa9ZqZmccqHvMmzeHXokoMFwugvMc/s2048/148.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimtTz-nSxM5SQqnTB11ERUo5Df7nu460DYLZUCPc6Zh0EfGAtI3Dspl20guab_xe3HU9uOXmWZer9Ag1ubX_JRD8FiiaF7fZPuKkLlNNTPjXWTgQa9ZqZmccqHvMmzeHXokoMFwugvMc/s320/148.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p> A 1994 issue of <i>AB Bookman's Magazine</i> listed copy no. 100 for sale. This listing had me scratching my head because it mentioned the book having a partial dust jacket.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEwqzvymrJHy9rGKpIHmAF0rNclk4uAlK_E6iRjT3DtJTOv2i0uAQUkOQtWfnlpHyoh6Klsr6kNgGN0X7ERpCpGWs89os8AQVjQhp9MQtYHRiUtLgYCXdRowMHiDzS2vZfmn6r45A_Xc/s476/dj.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="307" data-original-width="476" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEwqzvymrJHy9rGKpIHmAF0rNclk4uAlK_E6iRjT3DtJTOv2i0uAQUkOQtWfnlpHyoh6Klsr6kNgGN0X7ERpCpGWs89os8AQVjQhp9MQtYHRiUtLgYCXdRowMHiDzS2vZfmn6r45A_Xc/w400-h258/dj.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>I stopped scratching my head when I read the Smithsonian Libraries listing for <a href="https://siris-libraries.si.edu/ipac20/ipac.jsp?uri=full=3100001~!466207!0">copy no. 89.</a> That copy was bound in cloth as well. More importantly, Fokker inscribed and signed the book on the frontispiece page.</p><p>Harleana, an eBay seller from East Norwich, New York listed copy no. 96 for sale in July 2021, and at a reduced price because he believed that the signature page was lacking. A former owner had glued the inner front hinge back together, and harleana thought someone had removed the signature page. In my research of <i>Flying Dutchman </i>copies of both special edition and trade editions, I found that the frontispiece page was where Fokker signed and inscribed his books.</p><p> I was about to write harleana and let him or her know what I learned when I discovered that copy no. 96 was completely bound in cloth, but with gilt airplanes on the front cover! The Holt trade edition was bound in cloth as well, but without the gilt airplanes on its front cover. I wrote harleana, explained that his book was complete, minus the dust jacket. I offered to buy no. 96 on the spot. We completed the eBay sale the next day and copy no. 96 is headed my way! To have one copy of the special edition was great. But to have two copies of a special edition, and in different bindings was something else all together. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsGSwID2eAr9c2a2bSCw3t3fbqblk5n1bS1YOX54XrxzfnHBJq6iWJ_aE0lKaZdsh-lm-Z_MotU1bSuB5j0oLpoIazLbT44Rplu00Og1BDmB42hd0RtBGeSXc6ADvg1B5_x6RCtkcsIA/s2048/96.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsGSwID2eAr9c2a2bSCw3t3fbqblk5n1bS1YOX54XrxzfnHBJq6iWJ_aE0lKaZdsh-lm-Z_MotU1bSuB5j0oLpoIazLbT44Rplu00Og1BDmB42hd0RtBGeSXc6ADvg1B5_x6RCtkcsIA/w640-h480/96.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I sure wish the statement on the Limitation Page had mentioned the number of copies that were bound in full leather, the number of copies that were bound in three-quarter leather, and the number of copies that were bound in cloth!</p><p>I have to admit that I went off on a tangent in my research of the special edition of<i> Flying Dutchman</i>. Early on I noticed that Fokker's name wasn't the only author's name listed on the title page. Bruce Gould's name was listed as well.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCor7Ny-RM1aUDKIoDr-hU9lP037ge34Akkm8LIaA-NSLaY2yPpNibtCABM-_LYBBN45y0kgdNx4WdjLQ4xRWFFYJaNBiUUoueVMUtniMsq7pOdDn-3zQn2UjJCxEOHBih-s7OhC8uYkY/s2048/IMG_5585.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1250" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCor7Ny-RM1aUDKIoDr-hU9lP037ge34Akkm8LIaA-NSLaY2yPpNibtCABM-_LYBBN45y0kgdNx4WdjLQ4xRWFFYJaNBiUUoueVMUtniMsq7pOdDn-3zQn2UjJCxEOHBih-s7OhC8uYkY/w244-h400/IMG_5585.JPG" width="244" /></a></div><br /><p>Now one might assume that Fokker received all 215 copies of the special edition from his publisher. But if Bruce Gould was one of the authors, wouldn't he have received some of the copies of the special edition as well? And if so, that could be why Fokker did not sign all 215 copies. But who was Bruce Gould? And why was he listed as an author of the book? Nosediving into the web I went again! </p><p> I subscribe to the<i> N.Y. Times </i>online, which gives me access to its archives, aptly named The Times Machine. An April 24, 1931 article, the day <i>Flying Dutchman</i> was published, stated that the book was written in collaboration with Bruce Gould. I then read Gould's obituary which was published in the <i>Times </i>on Aug 30, 1989. When <i>Flying Dutchman </i>was published in 1931, Gould was the Aviation Editor of the <i>New York Eventing Post.</i> He wrote two aviation books, <i>Sky Larking: The Romantic Adventures of Flying </i>published by Horace Liveright in 1929 and <i>Flying Dutchman</i> published by Henry Holt in 1931. According to the obituary, however, both books were written with Anthony Fokker! </p><p>Gould and his wife were co-editors of <i>The Ladies Home Journal </i>for twenty-seven years beginning in 1935. Together, they wrote their biography, <i>American Story </i>published by Harper in 1968. I then read T. J.C. Martyn's book review of <i>Sky Larking</i>, which appeared in the July 7, 1929 issue of the <i>Times. </i>Martyn made no mention whatsoever of Fokker in the review, but highly touted Gould and his book, writing, "Airmen are not, as a brood, either over-loquacious or literary, and it is fine that such a good writer on aeronautics as Bruce Gould should have written so excellent a book."</p><p>I found one other reference on the web where the author also mentioned that Gould wrote both aviation books with Fokker. But I suspect that her source was Gould's obituary. Nowhere else on the web did I read that Fokker had anything to do with the writing of <i>Sky Larking. </i>What did I do next? I ordered a copy of <i>Sky Larking</i> online from Resource Books, located in East Granby, Ct!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVvgYll7oPepJTnCySIrin5g6AQ0-Df4EyWLk56lXnrmG2Lm5oJbHG0qTzoLPUsyTkgST-2ZMCBMW0isyUp_-oytRoJqvVwc8m4YfbU54j4KFg8Tp-zR5MLhROT8YwJQ1zgxrLCEHcGs/s2048/IMG_5631.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1754" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVvgYll7oPepJTnCySIrin5g6AQ0-Df4EyWLk56lXnrmG2Lm5oJbHG0qTzoLPUsyTkgST-2ZMCBMW0isyUp_-oytRoJqvVwc8m4YfbU54j4KFg8Tp-zR5MLhROT8YwJQ1zgxrLCEHcGs/w343-h400/IMG_5631.JPG" width="343" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76ZKNbKjt0dKyZCehNXXEiF8VIr_zeVWkWTzkd6WJ85AsjshhsM4fc6pN44PECLU1NXWNu7OZsYhgyTriUieUIb8j-LnH1evqlqbpbO7ox2XCtL94OrIYpyN2zAaf_smQQifnC5em168/s2048/IMG_5632.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1668" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76ZKNbKjt0dKyZCehNXXEiF8VIr_zeVWkWTzkd6WJ85AsjshhsM4fc6pN44PECLU1NXWNu7OZsYhgyTriUieUIb8j-LnH1evqlqbpbO7ox2XCtL94OrIYpyN2zAaf_smQQifnC5em168/w522-h640/IMG_5632.JPG" width="522" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p> I was surprised to receive the copy only a few days later. Kudos to Tami Zawistowski, the proprietor of Resource Books! If Fokker helped Gould write <i>Sky Larking</i>, Gould might have returned the favor and helped Fokker write <i>Flying Dutchman. </i>I read <i>Sky Larking</i> from cover to cover. I now firmly believe that Fokker had nothing whatsoever to do with this book. Gould himself was an aviator who knew what he was writing about. Even more, he knew how to write! <i>Sky Larking</i> was on the best seller list for a short while in 1929. I enjoyed reading it. Moi recommends!</p><p>I should have been done then and there! But there was still one more source to dive into. And that was the Gould autobiography, <i>American Story. </i>Surely, if it was an autobiography, Gould would mentioned something about collaborating with Fokker on the publication of his book (or books). A preview of <i>Sky Larking</i> was unavailable on Google Books, but I was able to "search inside" the book for snippits.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAEUyzfKnEDhyphenhyphennn4GJeoUkeRa_LlVkYeQv0-5ZU0HmBPqh6uTKZWEXchexdkFwETT8eQO7TUgMuFlWOgRSA2sGEDW58UIlm8TeI0G2nMG4_6w416hK903Jc7Oyb_APR2612VN-64Y4Es/s1200/1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="1200" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAEUyzfKnEDhyphenhyphennn4GJeoUkeRa_LlVkYeQv0-5ZU0HmBPqh6uTKZWEXchexdkFwETT8eQO7TUgMuFlWOgRSA2sGEDW58UIlm8TeI0G2nMG4_6w416hK903Jc7Oyb_APR2612VN-64Y4Es/w640-h318/1.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-Cs5v6UY_DjOod_6lKI9eLHmLt93CeSFjLcTyeFZ_nnubuMmQThQ64URqfeitwKVjPheGuY8619bJM4jWBOOUkcw7SuNrMYsq9y8rDaEfAhCy9Kssr-pMWlYahoBlPN4y0hPpXApd0A/s1153/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="1153" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-Cs5v6UY_DjOod_6lKI9eLHmLt93CeSFjLcTyeFZ_nnubuMmQThQ64URqfeitwKVjPheGuY8619bJM4jWBOOUkcw7SuNrMYsq9y8rDaEfAhCy9Kssr-pMWlYahoBlPN4y0hPpXApd0A/w640-h296/2.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>From the snippit views, I can deduce that Fokker either read or heard about Gould's <i>Sky Larking </i>book, and hired Gould to ghost write <i>Flying Dutchman.</i> But Fokker added Gould's name as one of the authors, instead of having just his own name.</p><p>And just to put the nail on the head, I wanted to get a copy of Gould's <i>American Story,</i> and read everything Gould said about his collaborations with Fokker. Willis Monie Books in Cooperstown, N. Y. had a copy, and I've bought from him before. But Book Corner Tampa Bay in nearby Brandon, Fl. had a copy listed so I ordered the book from them on Thursday afternoon the 26th of August. I figured I might receive the book on Saturday the 28th, read it over the weekend, and then write about it in this blog post. That idea, however, crashed and burned. Book Corner Tampa Bay couldn't find the book! On Saturday they told me they think they might have previously sold the book and not deleted the listing. So I ordered the book from Willis Monie Books on Sunday morning, but it will arrive too late for this post :-(</p><p><br /></p></div></v></div></div></div>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-30606542285785770902021-07-29T18:28:00.007-04:002021-07-30T11:48:52.194-04:00Lee J. Harrer: The Man and His Books<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirghpTsCVOH5G00Em2Ly1MCzrUld4Q5noW0cMcL8TY0kvg_OraXWU_fXGIUps-2baBcN4SIVCFh06wNryOfseAtQk5VrCiqwKVnFyjFOiov3UhfkXAc-Qlk-mj65TFy4r-iXqOt8dDYMs/s1072/Screen+Shot+2021-07-27+at+12.34.56+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1072" data-original-width="938" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirghpTsCVOH5G00Em2Ly1MCzrUld4Q5noW0cMcL8TY0kvg_OraXWU_fXGIUps-2baBcN4SIVCFh06wNryOfseAtQk5VrCiqwKVnFyjFOiov3UhfkXAc-Qlk-mj65TFy4r-iXqOt8dDYMs/w351-h400/Screen+Shot+2021-07-27+at+12.34.56+PM.png" width="351" /></a></div><br /> My post this month is a tribute to my friend and mentor Lee J. Harrer who passed away on April 14, 2021. I have divided the tribute into two segments, Lee J. Harrer: The Man and Lee J. Harrer: His Books. The first segment is a nineteen-minute PowerPoint Presentation about Lee J. Harrer: the Man. It is followed by photo displays of some of the books in the Harrer Collections, including books I acquired from the Harrer Library.<p><br /></p><p></p><center><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">L</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">e</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">e </span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">J</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">.</span><span style="color: red;"> H</span></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">a</span><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">r</span><span style="font-size: large;">r</span></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">e</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">r</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">: </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">T</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">h</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">e</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"> M</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">a</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">n</span></center><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #6aa84f;">This PowerPoint Presentation was broadcast on the Rare Book Cafe TV show on May 1, 2021. For Best viewing, please enlarge to full screen after opening the video.</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyxRoCmOquNbeDv4PYVivic35jkMM4ZETEol_y_QJH7QMAsTgXAmgfCxWUr0l0KncmCaO-moG3lwDZk7SwsFQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><center><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"> L</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">e</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">e</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">J.</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">H</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">a</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">r</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">r</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">e</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">r</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">: </span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">H</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">i</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">s</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">B</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">oo</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">k</span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">s</span></center><center><br /></center><div><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(106, 168, 79);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="caret-color: rgb(106, 168, 79);">The first time I saw Lee Harrer's books was after the March 20, 2005 meeting of the Florida Bibliophile Society. Paul Ruxin was our guest speaker that day and we stopped at Lee's house after the meeting. My first thought was that I was not in a house. I was in a library! There were rows and rows of bookcases in every room except for the kitchen and the bathroom. And all the bookcases were filled with books; mostly Books About Books. At least that's all I saw. I too collected Books About Books, but I had trade editions. Lee had limited editions of the same books I had, limited editions that I never knew existed. I'm sure his Chicago books and Brazil books were in his house too, but the books that were imprinted on my brain that day were Lee's rows and rows of bookcases containing his Books About Books.<br /></span></span><br /><br /><center><span style="color: red;">Lee and His Chicago Books</span></center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkraXKJ0sqNtmlnLENkykV8cy0fhea7GyuWX4YGpRNy7LQe3reI0jjSgaPW2-MyaFbKyJaKdjdtduzW2f0tB1vlKNV2On_0CslCVKqyioBIn41RseSJiKQnX3s1d079T8B_Oz4CM9Bxo/s1056/lee.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1056" data-original-width="802" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkraXKJ0sqNtmlnLENkykV8cy0fhea7GyuWX4YGpRNy7LQe3reI0jjSgaPW2-MyaFbKyJaKdjdtduzW2f0tB1vlKNV2On_0CslCVKqyioBIn41RseSJiKQnX3s1d079T8B_Oz4CM9Bxo/w486-h640/lee.png" width="486" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Lee Harrer was originally from the Chicago area, and had an extensive collection of Chicago books. I made a photo album of his<a href="https://flic.kr/s/aHsmWepxHf"> Chicago Books</a>, and acquired two of the books for my own library.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlO-AOqhqo6FM17Wj8g2kOx_VnX1wbhwO9eY3C9Bd5xuZoCWIltchuOGjJlUZhBkW3HSreREKiut5az9dLAUzuKK1n-wpxL8KWlyuspeAXy6LYmvNMPXN4gVTQ6yDR8J1nWe6VzJU-kY/s2048/IMG_5511.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1273" data-original-width="2048" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlO-AOqhqo6FM17Wj8g2kOx_VnX1wbhwO9eY3C9Bd5xuZoCWIltchuOGjJlUZhBkW3HSreREKiut5az9dLAUzuKK1n-wpxL8KWlyuspeAXy6LYmvNMPXN4gVTQ6yDR8J1nWe6VzJU-kY/w400-h250/IMG_5511.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>Lee had two copies of <a href="https://www.librarything.com/work/22428426/details/203467754"><i>Chicago By the Book</i>.</a> One for his Chicago Collection and one for his Books About Books Collection. <i><a href="https://www.librarything.com/work/5479960/details/203472249">15 Chicago Poets </a></i>is for my Poetry Collection.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><center><span style="color: red;">The Lee J. Harrer Collection of Brazil Books</span></center><center><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></center><center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdNLEaMKfR3T1fYUgcBJ2MXgCxJAZJE_DNXuULeALpn-Tle9lbAZH8t2q1OJRR-iE8cpTM3qyEhjvJ0L49riE1b7dcORC5C6JNT1yHSKY00gc3aouoOjoCpz9zDGzDBdBf2DntAuyWwc/s2048/51341283848_8df3bb2376_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdNLEaMKfR3T1fYUgcBJ2MXgCxJAZJE_DNXuULeALpn-Tle9lbAZH8t2q1OJRR-iE8cpTM3qyEhjvJ0L49riE1b7dcORC5C6JNT1yHSKY00gc3aouoOjoCpz9zDGzDBdBf2DntAuyWwc/w640-h480/51341283848_8df3bb2376_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></center><center><br /></center>Lee's last overseas tour in the Army before he retired in 1973 was as a military adviser in Brazil. The first books he collected and then sold as a bookseller were books about Brazil. He continued collecting books about Brazil for 40 years. At the time of this post, his family is still trying to find a buyer for the collection. Here's a photo album of the<a href="https://flic.kr/s/aHsmWiEf5q"> Lee J. Harrer Collection of Brazil Books.</a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: red;">The Lee J. Harrer Collection of Books About Books</span></center><center><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></center><center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMN-cHUca5zTP9wjTvjbFrQCx5ruOus6uiDZmoiJ9iGkss75Ade5SgV_086YQAErvWTsk_YwY7ME3KVZ8BWCyejVZrmuEwWZjDU-H7vV2t-ypueYKwCnOW3kuQ_MD1PVDGngWe8BGs9g/s1600/HarrerPlaque.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1399" data-original-width="1600" height="560" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMN-cHUca5zTP9wjTvjbFrQCx5ruOus6uiDZmoiJ9iGkss75Ade5SgV_086YQAErvWTsk_YwY7ME3KVZ8BWCyejVZrmuEwWZjDU-H7vV2t-ypueYKwCnOW3kuQ_MD1PVDGngWe8BGs9g/w640-h560/HarrerPlaque.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></center><br />Books About Books was the largest of all of the Harrer Collections. The majority of Lee's Books About Books were donated to the University of Tampa in 2008, 2014, and again in 2018. What Books About Books remained in his library at the time of his death were mostly books that the University of Tampa already had copies of. Lee's daughter Lisa thought that the members of the Florida Bibliophile Society would like the opportunity to acquire books from Lee's library so she had two book sales for Society members. I took advantage of the opportunity and acquired over twenty books and pamphlets from the <a href="https://www.librarything.com/catalog/moibibliomaniac/fromthebooksaboutbookscollectionofleejharrer">Harrer Collection of Books About Books</a>.</div><br /><br /><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">The Book Collector Vol 1 Nos 1-4</span></center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLM24m8G2cxaCHgbRwZYbFYWBjYo_NF1S7Frr6-aeNOOci207hdcaAuidZmFMKKfNzAldw-mHHsgMwVcyrwHuJUUBbbfUUCEgKfUQmWtOlfe3r0Dzmq8kjfFGxtnOtfU4igBhLqz4svVA/s2048/IMG_5516.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1778" data-original-width="2048" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLM24m8G2cxaCHgbRwZYbFYWBjYo_NF1S7Frr6-aeNOOci207hdcaAuidZmFMKKfNzAldw-mHHsgMwVcyrwHuJUUBbbfUUCEgKfUQmWtOlfe3r0Dzmq8kjfFGxtnOtfU4igBhLqz4svVA/w640-h558/IMG_5516.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Years ago I had a Vol 1 No 1 Periodical Collection. I still have remnants of it, and it looks like I am building the collection up again. </div><div><br /><br /><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Bibliognost Vol I Nos I-IV, Vol II Nos 1, II</span></center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWzt3nZ8b6jCqPk0udKvn9hyphenhyphenvojyNJzSD3Mk-v76-tAjAXZlVNnO-58Nh7RIwOSMwR2WSBSIjpVm2E9BVYn-a33ac4kU8VptzMcG78DL2YDUm_D4L_oo9CWfCfpbokSK1dkjNcCdKsy0/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1481" data-original-width="2048" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWzt3nZ8b6jCqPk0udKvn9hyphenhyphenvojyNJzSD3Mk-v76-tAjAXZlVNnO-58Nh7RIwOSMwR2WSBSIjpVm2E9BVYn-a33ac4kU8VptzMcG78DL2YDUm_D4L_oo9CWfCfpbokSK1dkjNcCdKsy0/w640-h466/IMG_5517.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Bibliognost was published from May 1975 to May 1976, and then joined the American Book Collector to become the Book Collector's Market.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Punch or the London Charivai</span></center></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_nCW67vy7mQy_GEAj1zYjEwd1o3K9W1z_IlcrMQYfBAeIh_DSsPZIuq7tG46L33CjkQ-zv8oano3Tn_8OWEqQqvsEnVkRxb5WHSHt-8iMJ39ylZ3RrRBQpDDXlIw0kQewjxCOZU1wiM/s2048/pun.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_nCW67vy7mQy_GEAj1zYjEwd1o3K9W1z_IlcrMQYfBAeIh_DSsPZIuq7tG46L33CjkQ-zv8oano3Tn_8OWEqQqvsEnVkRxb5WHSHt-8iMJ39ylZ3RrRBQpDDXlIw0kQewjxCOZU1wiM/w640-h480/pun.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>Punch needs no introduction. It was first published in 1841 and closed its doors in 1992. The Brits tried to revive it in 1996 but it only lasted until 2002. Lee had about fifteen volumes of Punch, and if I had the shelf room I would have acquired more volumes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">The Book-Shop: A Quarterly Journal Vol I No I, II</span></center></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhieW0u6hMF8nPBJ7eP0r8BCntgMh5B6DvBlYgC3u1wFA6_Uj3L3mUZADQNIBfn-pVrJsSp5ne9kqR1IV-uu0cCjUFE6N2TmxOb2mX9erUFtlPsRQaVpBGkNSUhPMfNxwq3hX6Ua0Nfskk/s2048/IMG_5509.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2048" height="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhieW0u6hMF8nPBJ7eP0r8BCntgMh5B6DvBlYgC3u1wFA6_Uj3L3mUZADQNIBfn-pVrJsSp5ne9kqR1IV-uu0cCjUFE6N2TmxOb2mX9erUFtlPsRQaVpBGkNSUhPMfNxwq3hX6Ua0Nfskk/w640-h600/IMG_5509.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I didn't realize that there were two issues in this wrapper until I decided to see if I wanted to include any of Harper's articles in this post. The March issue was actually a duplicate for me since I already had a copy along with the June 1892 issue. And those are the two issues Lee had! The Journal itself, I believe, only had two more issues. I did find an interesting article in the June 1892 issue to share with you, an early article about Poe's Tamerlane!<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPPApV0ckWln5md5klw0JFs2K6XkfKQC7hrjNjdKafc3hZkOsvqxjEkV22Kkxh-jy2-M1RvDBBLazotY-VWEnDmF6x_O6ums6rIw1pgqHDM48Lipi4JtGQ-kcaIKukKuj1YbvF3f9d6A/s899/poe.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="899" data-original-width="589" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPPApV0ckWln5md5klw0JFs2K6XkfKQC7hrjNjdKafc3hZkOsvqxjEkV22Kkxh-jy2-M1RvDBBLazotY-VWEnDmF6x_O6ums6rIw1pgqHDM48Lipi4JtGQ-kcaIKukKuj1YbvF3f9d6A/w422-h640/poe.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">The Private Press</span></center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9OERFT9EaqfE_CYZQRJ29gaJWEvw9X_SYGbQ5GXLuClohk9jRMVyx-N1sgEo7AXPAzTWGmuI7dqnpmcj2aUSUTujSUf8AzyV_T9JlFDb2g6OVuBiNUeDvo64FNRbTGujlcuXHQb3q3g/s2048/IMG_5505.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1618" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9OERFT9EaqfE_CYZQRJ29gaJWEvw9X_SYGbQ5GXLuClohk9jRMVyx-N1sgEo7AXPAzTWGmuI7dqnpmcj2aUSUTujSUf8AzyV_T9JlFDb2g6OVuBiNUeDvo64FNRbTGujlcuXHQb3q3g/w506-h640/IMG_5505.JPG" width="506" /></a></div><br /><div>Lee was into printing presses at the Tampa Book Arts Studio so it didn't surprise me that he would have this book.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">The Book in America </span></center><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">&</span></center><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">The English Bookman's Library: A Short History of English Printing 1476-1898</span></center></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi81AsXoBJmcsyH2NBCH9v8vK92nVyMw_kQjJUJRuwafQxj9rAUebwPvSZc0K7DT5gA2mme3W7Op5gnvfWhQI1KW4-1NS1CbKGKyrq8wWEKVpgUPLfR-_LvANz8KdOCkZHnQrS3HDQrY3I/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1960" data-original-width="2048" height="607" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi81AsXoBJmcsyH2NBCH9v8vK92nVyMw_kQjJUJRuwafQxj9rAUebwPvSZc0K7DT5gA2mme3W7Op5gnvfWhQI1KW4-1NS1CbKGKyrq8wWEKVpgUPLfR-_LvANz8KdOCkZHnQrS3HDQrY3I/w640-h607/IMG_5498.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>These two books fill holes in my Books About Books Collection. I have Donald C. Dickinson's bibliography of Hellmut Lehmann-Haupt's works and now I finally have one of Haupt's works, The Book in America. And Alfred Pollard, whom I wrote about last month, edited The English Bookman's Library Series, so I had to have that book too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Publishing and Bookselling</span></center></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkY6HioFtHQ2SkXW3YzCwxZeSYOjlv2CaKgeSwjUyxXseSGbjpf-tCRCdKWhjNY9lVH-ekDk65baUt1RaNP6R0ZuUfSbwkkejeXIlcvoyEUAJ3FCY6ATMFgPEqPtFQTosOBsF2VnZkqs/s2048/IMG_5499.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1578" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkY6HioFtHQ2SkXW3YzCwxZeSYOjlv2CaKgeSwjUyxXseSGbjpf-tCRCdKWhjNY9lVH-ekDk65baUt1RaNP6R0ZuUfSbwkkejeXIlcvoyEUAJ3FCY6ATMFgPEqPtFQTosOBsF2VnZkqs/w494-h640/IMG_5499.JPG" width="494" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The title on the spine is a little hard to see. It reads, " Publishing and Bookselling F. A. Mumby." A bookman by the name of L. C. Elger was an earlier owner of the book. He pasted his Ex Libris on the front pastedown, and inserted a bag full of interesting newspaper clippings in the book. There is at least one other book listed on the web that has his bookplate as well as newspaper clippings he inserted in the book.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqkmkZmr9StfQAWIEAA7Y-jPlXd60tLsr3KWgFfQe9wRfA5Er9Aj0Ri6Kcz8jBvg6VXavcjO7RR70XTciqIuURtfhgCxs-9dzQoXUUSrv59M5lI58FUtTpTW7ijqLBTRia2FdplatZec/s2048/IMG_5500.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1811" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqkmkZmr9StfQAWIEAA7Y-jPlXd60tLsr3KWgFfQe9wRfA5Er9Aj0Ri6Kcz8jBvg6VXavcjO7RR70XTciqIuURtfhgCxs-9dzQoXUUSrv59M5lI58FUtTpTW7ijqLBTRia2FdplatZec/s320/IMG_5500.JPG" width="283" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Elger gathered newspaper clippings from the 1940s to the 1960s about publishers and booksellers.</div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihR7WhvYQ_oKegDL8V0LmIicTR5ctSTW-9ugHnzR_ZuIiVQieyLXDWD_5nkRosDUPyynuJveFij0Yn1FIRzJrGjhRIWA3AiD38H_x9XaapIiOfKJqsciTQHswhi-ZZ1FD18KkiLZwkc70/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1452" data-original-width="2048" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihR7WhvYQ_oKegDL8V0LmIicTR5ctSTW-9ugHnzR_ZuIiVQieyLXDWD_5nkRosDUPyynuJveFij0Yn1FIRzJrGjhRIWA3AiD38H_x9XaapIiOfKJqsciTQHswhi-ZZ1FD18KkiLZwkc70/w640-h454/IMG_5563.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Authors and the Book Trade</span></center></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOst9LZQVd7uM_O5iHwVndeFKEjNZiycYiqKZfH-PTETzJi8TJIYnoGH0takSsMu2HCCRR5IjvaCzx2fy9ElPZfoLy087DhudJ2-c3yaR-2D3V9mWXV74UvuxbfClmf47h2N2B6IOI_8/s2048/IMG_5488.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1975" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOst9LZQVd7uM_O5iHwVndeFKEjNZiycYiqKZfH-PTETzJi8TJIYnoGH0takSsMu2HCCRR5IjvaCzx2fy9ElPZfoLy087DhudJ2-c3yaR-2D3V9mWXV74UvuxbfClmf47h2N2B6IOI_8/w618-h640/IMG_5488.JPG" width="618" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>The top book is the 1970 reprint by the Books for Libraries Press. The book on the bottom is a 1933 reprint of the 1932 first edition. It was formerly owned by the renowned bookman Frederic Melcher, who also had a library of Books About Books.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqcoZhmFye57rpxEWa73M8ZEFXc9WatvPFdhs7GzZc13zaZgvJm3SjD88SHE5ySQgzJLJm9dNEpPJdtEEJaCHsCubemawGoGbq_8paZdaKxiycBYxu1VJgNfeDg6hNex_D-ir38AVs4FE/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1701" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqcoZhmFye57rpxEWa73M8ZEFXc9WatvPFdhs7GzZc13zaZgvJm3SjD88SHE5ySQgzJLJm9dNEpPJdtEEJaCHsCubemawGoGbq_8paZdaKxiycBYxu1VJgNfeDg6hNex_D-ir38AVs4FE/w333-h400/IMG_5489.JPG" width="333" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Book Collecting and Care of Books</span></center></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5O69mN1SMgfBXUQii8uxDjfgEILYj-69_PCU1xZvzjazlLBHdGjliIczEoN4arPaL7kzJnx6H6oQmMhn5qj1im05AEB4-2BFLw2QCBEpfD2R48ltQWuqlXEy9JZM8KXhJ-tjbN3dW_0/s2048/IMG_5504.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1788" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5O69mN1SMgfBXUQii8uxDjfgEILYj-69_PCU1xZvzjazlLBHdGjliIczEoN4arPaL7kzJnx6H6oQmMhn5qj1im05AEB4-2BFLw2QCBEpfD2R48ltQWuqlXEy9JZM8KXhJ-tjbN3dW_0/w350-h400/IMG_5504.JPG" width="350" /></a></div><br /><div>A revised edition of a guide by the Smithsonian of a bibliography and listing of books on book collecting and the book trade.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Reading For Survival</span></center></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpJfZSwSj0paB_nzPMir9P3VuU8WRkVU2kjc6FQkr_hYD1riWxiV9TOKPG_x8DWczYkex0uHxzDw63QpY9Nh4l7mQSHYD6XyMd1c7pHpU5rMxIfZjVmf8rrhloxd2kkRtRJRP02fKAYA/s2048/IMG_5522.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1567" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpJfZSwSj0paB_nzPMir9P3VuU8WRkVU2kjc6FQkr_hYD1riWxiV9TOKPG_x8DWczYkex0uHxzDw63QpY9Nh4l7mQSHYD6XyMd1c7pHpU5rMxIfZjVmf8rrhloxd2kkRtRJRP02fKAYA/s320/IMG_5522.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><br /><div>This essay is one of the last works that John D. Macdonald wrote before he died. He wrote it for the Library of Congress and the Book of the Month Club. Unfortunately, the 'perfect binding' isn't perfect anymore. The glue has browned and dried and the pages have separated from the cover.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">The Bookman's Wake</span></center></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zWQ2BLr3CVDReSjmOV1eYC0y7IcIs8GhfrOrR4OZ15bzHUHsCQt14xd0eg_oALnInmIemIKjTLECut-Q_KVI7nNwAf_3fb6j-fp_VeuWhxz63rF_D5b-6hJqVn8vt_snRhesiU3krE0/s2048/IMG_5497.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zWQ2BLr3CVDReSjmOV1eYC0y7IcIs8GhfrOrR4OZ15bzHUHsCQt14xd0eg_oALnInmIemIKjTLECut-Q_KVI7nNwAf_3fb6j-fp_VeuWhxz63rF_D5b-6hJqVn8vt_snRhesiU3krE0/s320/IMG_5497.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div>I had the paperback. Now I have the hardback too!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">A Roycroft Anthology</span></center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6d47hxozBzgUg-VJpjP-zZgJdmY5Uo_zkpXnTIpgjr1leTET8hSCV1Ucju_QPSA0gkQgKYu933Hs6FD5uEgWpxAX9bPuXZN0QpgPZdUVFOiRAe-UFyh2g5-WKj5tisVnbw8Me5Vx-QGo/s2048/roy.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6d47hxozBzgUg-VJpjP-zZgJdmY5Uo_zkpXnTIpgjr1leTET8hSCV1Ucju_QPSA0gkQgKYu933Hs6FD5uEgWpxAX9bPuXZN0QpgPZdUVFOiRAe-UFyh2g5-WKj5tisVnbw8Me5Vx-QGo/w640-h480/roy.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>An anthology of Poetry published by the Roycrofters in 1917. Requires rebacking. The presentation inscription interested me. I wondered what the recipient taught. Did she work at the Roycrofters?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhcc-J9_4MdI0h8LwPJnceSYtGcvaJtrp6-pclsV_4jkGFNYg4cHYAlkz5oA63QZR55D5hf-kiX9OaJySjSsaOnSWflW2-rF_3ii7oAAl8IDxP2RAB-Us0K6qhoJ1z_xbte2bFrwWMHH4/s1906/IMG_5507.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1906" data-original-width="1709" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhcc-J9_4MdI0h8LwPJnceSYtGcvaJtrp6-pclsV_4jkGFNYg4cHYAlkz5oA63QZR55D5hf-kiX9OaJySjSsaOnSWflW2-rF_3ii7oAAl8IDxP2RAB-Us0K6qhoJ1z_xbte2bFrwWMHH4/w359-h400/IMG_5507.JPG" width="359" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">A Thousand & One Epigrams and The Roycroft Shop: A History</span></center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_G2OTln4s8L0UJfywvosKh7987CeCLD4er57R5QLIUQGSLC9KCWewozyz-JShP_U-CkBMsaMpN42BkgNQF6M9noZeYmxocTkCMkRpcMraScThX1ISlbR0pbc0seMTuhNLArohOWWxTdY/s2048/IMG_5510.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1439" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_G2OTln4s8L0UJfywvosKh7987CeCLD4er57R5QLIUQGSLC9KCWewozyz-JShP_U-CkBMsaMpN42BkgNQF6M9noZeYmxocTkCMkRpcMraScThX1ISlbR0pbc0seMTuhNLArohOWWxTdY/s320/IMG_5510.JPG" width="225" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>One more Elbert Hubbard book for my Books About Books Collection.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">In Celebration of the Book: Literary New Mexico</span></center></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippmIw6KuhodBTjOkkzhxYuraprdYJC65h2T8WeFob4J-tjOnYxAizCico6oIBEgOGxhaCkAgwh3ih1DPPFuFwhCKN_dlR7-E042V1hQ6n_RbeancNaQxLiMGXM-OQ3DnWOmXIGuGkoto/s2048/cele.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippmIw6KuhodBTjOkkzhxYuraprdYJC65h2T8WeFob4J-tjOnYxAizCico6oIBEgOGxhaCkAgwh3ih1DPPFuFwhCKN_dlR7-E042V1hQ6n_RbeancNaQxLiMGXM-OQ3DnWOmXIGuGkoto/w640-h480/cele.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>This was Lawrence Clark Powell's copy of the book. And he donated it to the Occidental College Library. The book made its way to the Harrer Library some time after the college released it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQdO_LN-HHr7TD6veMEfRC2ca2-ZmZkQhUdaO1yCnOUeavhnBRzdUV2SHgp6C3BUN6OkkyCgOVrjNMje8HxYPkLA5N99THyrkuHU4po0rMFdc8udnh_CVYoWnAOlXs4jcRi7Je0aH29s/s2048/IMG_5492.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1466" data-original-width="2048" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQdO_LN-HHr7TD6veMEfRC2ca2-ZmZkQhUdaO1yCnOUeavhnBRzdUV2SHgp6C3BUN6OkkyCgOVrjNMje8HxYPkLA5N99THyrkuHU4po0rMFdc8udnh_CVYoWnAOlXs4jcRi7Je0aH29s/w640-h458/IMG_5492.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifS__8TZbDOsD1bHnCzbpyVigwf4HG3in9E8xr8d1wHNU5Sj4If2LjR2StqdUoFKLeozjnDNP1p7KAZQrofXA3V8uQvy3KuPaf4zMgrU6qE_GDz40yWJ4YLrnyT700XawxWFThjOJL9Wc/s2048/IMG_5495.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1544" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifS__8TZbDOsD1bHnCzbpyVigwf4HG3in9E8xr8d1wHNU5Sj4If2LjR2StqdUoFKLeozjnDNP1p7KAZQrofXA3V8uQvy3KuPaf4zMgrU6qE_GDz40yWJ4YLrnyT700XawxWFThjOJL9Wc/w301-h400/IMG_5495.JPG" width="301" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Some Observations on Book Design</span></center></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAf2zc0HF-QcQQ9xaKDxXgqqVlOJhN7bZVvl61b8OAFHd2ZXGX6s5xuRkAgyKnWsuUEoNFgBnXZjWRZjZ4yvJEfb3pO0KyoAzEHxo_GmIKT7x7C4iXmfZOb1Br39E0pLVGeAkAtBRXA1o/s2048/IMG_5502.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1439" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAf2zc0HF-QcQQ9xaKDxXgqqVlOJhN7bZVvl61b8OAFHd2ZXGX6s5xuRkAgyKnWsuUEoNFgBnXZjWRZjZ4yvJEfb3pO0KyoAzEHxo_GmIKT7x7C4iXmfZOb1Br39E0pLVGeAkAtBRXA1o/w283-h400/IMG_5502.JPG" width="283" /></a></div><br /><div>A keepsake written and printed by Richard J. Hoffman in 1986 for the members of the Roxburghe and Zamorano Clubs.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Catalogue of an Exhibition of Engraved Portraits, being the effigies of the most famous English Writers from Chaucer to Johnson</span></center></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8CjvrmA7VowT4Qgs7SXIJzWnLClV_5la2M3xATLi-lVDYbtZGPCygFDPmueijqlX_0HxVN1Usavr1doVnq3mLB8q4ztYxfxnWRSOU58ImvkYRkerzOPTItlGcxkj5_9Umov17n8S1hA/s1590/IMG_5521.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1590" data-original-width="1199" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8CjvrmA7VowT4Qgs7SXIJzWnLClV_5la2M3xATLi-lVDYbtZGPCygFDPmueijqlX_0HxVN1Usavr1doVnq3mLB8q4ztYxfxnWRSOU58ImvkYRkerzOPTItlGcxkj5_9Umov17n8S1hA/w301-h400/IMG_5521.JPG" width="301" /></a></div><br /><div>This catalogue of the Grolier Club exhibition in 1891 is in pristine condition. I already have the 1895 catalogue of French authors .</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">First Editions: A Guide to Identification</span></center></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHo2AtZy_Fc8qF-EOyFu9FKivUd5Itq_h2IpEhhXzw0v8MwC3dYfl3_8VUnTNcQ_D-QjDPeGykqzN4diULJG0ZZM_Z8x3RbnV8kGj1HfZ56UGUo-_9PC6un_ahULxJATv_fNbo192eVg/s2048/IMG_5503.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1707" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHo2AtZy_Fc8qF-EOyFu9FKivUd5Itq_h2IpEhhXzw0v8MwC3dYfl3_8VUnTNcQ_D-QjDPeGykqzN4diULJG0ZZM_Z8x3RbnV8kGj1HfZ56UGUo-_9PC6un_ahULxJATv_fNbo192eVg/s320/IMG_5503.JPG" width="267" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I can't believe I'm just getting Zempel's guide now. But McBride's guide held me over all these years.<br /><center><br /></center></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Essays on Collecting John Steinbeck Books</span></center><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">The Chief End of Book Madness</span></center></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Almanack For Booklovers</span></center></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn_tZ75hqIkxapwZYvDeOOLRWQU2fRayP_kMr_dPk_vszrWwZ-i0XJrqNJxUa8y24um9lxdiX1Lx3aXFIvjBr9eT9-g1HUVEJC7GLSPpvf3Iwpkp5yf6fODKhbkweLapXiVKQtLcexXIU/s2048/IMG_5487.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1420" data-original-width="2048" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn_tZ75hqIkxapwZYvDeOOLRWQU2fRayP_kMr_dPk_vszrWwZ-i0XJrqNJxUa8y24um9lxdiX1Lx3aXFIvjBr9eT9-g1HUVEJC7GLSPpvf3Iwpkp5yf6fODKhbkweLapXiVKQtLcexXIU/w640-h444/IMG_5487.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>A trio of pamphlets. I already had a copy of The Chief End of Book Madness and I'm keeping both copies!</div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">FWG</span></center></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xLO4Y9RD-wuRBpnqdcIj1f5yDUPIF2MSkQgyb-U6BqzXfcvvNtEOqHZBrPZEZ5lCxK9Y8ds8JoNJxO47HYmGV5feh5SK8jBzltVIOnNNu1bd84RSW8vsJGEIZlOeaU2fjROQ8ntEcR4/s630/7f5cec031a2e3df596b34647967444341587343_v5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xLO4Y9RD-wuRBpnqdcIj1f5yDUPIF2MSkQgyb-U6BqzXfcvvNtEOqHZBrPZEZ5lCxK9Y8ds8JoNJxO47HYmGV5feh5SK8jBzltVIOnNNu1bd84RSW8vsJGEIZlOeaU2fjROQ8ntEcR4/s320/7f5cec031a2e3df596b34647967444341587343_v5.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The letters FWG are the initials of the bookman Frederic W. Goudy. This pamphlet contains tributes to him from Norman W. Forgue, R. Hunter Middleton, Myron Monsen , Jr. and Will Ransom.</div><div><br /></div><div><center><br /></center><center><br /></center><center><br /></center><center><br /></center><center><br /></center><center><span style="color: #ff00fe;">A Tribute to Wilberforce Eames</span></center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA7WiBi7hP-xR4e165TuHdFChNlDJ6lTuNRkX-5LQgvgmJrv7o05Kl17VHbod2YNFLH4tV5tMzh5VRoJddZstYZdyk6L17pQ2pJudiBUOAaXSBTm3owRwBvHDQJqdvKS23GQMQi1-VC7U/s2048/IMG_5501.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1246" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA7WiBi7hP-xR4e165TuHdFChNlDJ6lTuNRkX-5LQgvgmJrv7o05Kl17VHbod2YNFLH4tV5tMzh5VRoJddZstYZdyk6L17pQ2pJudiBUOAaXSBTm3owRwBvHDQJqdvKS23GQMQi1-VC7U/s320/IMG_5501.JPG" width="195" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I already have the 1924 first edition of this book. But that copy won't have the bookplate I am contemplating on making: From the Books About Books Collection of Lee J. Harrer.</div><div><center><br /></center><center><br /></center></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: red;">The Lindbergh Collection of Lee J. Harrer</span></center><center><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></center></div><span style="text-align: left;"><center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkd7oBF0zrQBpyh-Y996YJy6KtlU346AT0_i7hC_uDsPP_BGvMePRVmhZ58axjKpv3fkjEs8KvZdP0JJJw-h3xJZ989lP-SdXdRXHmBfTD6BqCt3OfDHTAVCxGdQz-9RGZRY1EPxBiX9s/s2048/IMG_5558.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkd7oBF0zrQBpyh-Y996YJy6KtlU346AT0_i7hC_uDsPP_BGvMePRVmhZ58axjKpv3fkjEs8KvZdP0JJJw-h3xJZ989lP-SdXdRXHmBfTD6BqCt3OfDHTAVCxGdQz-9RGZRY1EPxBiX9s/w640-h480/IMG_5558.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></center><div><br /></div><div>Books About Books weren't the only books I acquired that were formerly owned by Lee. Back in May 2019, Lee had enjoyed reading my blog post, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2019/05/a-sentimental-airmans-second-aviation.html">A Sentimental Airman's Second Aviation Collection,</a> but he noticed that I did not have many books by or about Charles Lindbergh. So he wrote me and told me that his Lindbergh Collection was mine if I wanted it after he died. Here is the<a href="https://www.librarything.com/catalog/moibibliomaniac/theleejharrerlindberghcollection"> Lee. J. Harrer Lindbergh Collection</a>. There are five books by Charles Lindbergh, including two copies of <i>We; </i>six books about Lindbergh, and fourteen books by his wife Anne Morrow Lindbergh. This Sentimental Airman is honored to have the Lee J. Harrer Lindbergh Collection. Thank you Lee.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TzTCDh88A9RwO9oUvfimQkRY_T2cMs8_QJRUQENh8ilIsBz6qyUSV3KXpCzW4jngmR8zAKNmGg47fYskM4P6b8GEXtbfapAwwOB1BMylf8B-G1Aeq4A_RvF80roBeJf2RGImB3MQ_Bw/s2048/cha.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TzTCDh88A9RwO9oUvfimQkRY_T2cMs8_QJRUQENh8ilIsBz6qyUSV3KXpCzW4jngmR8zAKNmGg47fYskM4P6b8GEXtbfapAwwOB1BMylf8B-G1Aeq4A_RvF80roBeJf2RGImB3MQ_Bw/w640-h480/cha.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8K4vEk0gbCKh68Wp-d0VyjBUK0Ty3RUGXLL8L361viSsQP1GEGYbDevB5_bJmjzQUEYev9KKxO-t5DKLHedJB7LE1dyKgdHXT9O-NdKzG9BsHJEohnIU-MEqA9Q000yAj2Q-fsA_iS8/s2048/ab.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8K4vEk0gbCKh68Wp-d0VyjBUK0Ty3RUGXLL8L361viSsQP1GEGYbDevB5_bJmjzQUEYev9KKxO-t5DKLHedJB7LE1dyKgdHXT9O-NdKzG9BsHJEohnIU-MEqA9Q000yAj2Q-fsA_iS8/w640-h480/ab.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpYWq05xX06_SSO1wOdPhdd6sNuG7PZJuEqJQQJcAS_BAHJZf7HIXHk4uKM7Auv_DxZXLJHutGT9QMUY2QheY-CZ8rdsSVP4DwhDizKC5ox0UKSSH7l0wLbBqbFBJkuoPKhrdn65eOGMc/s2048/anne.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpYWq05xX06_SSO1wOdPhdd6sNuG7PZJuEqJQQJcAS_BAHJZf7HIXHk4uKM7Auv_DxZXLJHutGT9QMUY2QheY-CZ8rdsSVP4DwhDizKC5ox0UKSSH7l0wLbBqbFBJkuoPKhrdn65eOGMc/w640-h480/anne.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div> _____________________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><span style="color: #2b00fe;">RIP Lee J. Harrer 1930-2021</span></center></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy5BXFjHkNf3czYi46ajSS_TAJotZN91OqzRaNUadS1Am62E7QUALjxxHZssky3Q62XgBtwWV3ORSL4E9tGvK7-huq5Mx5Vx9OCCPcqfBmtDx_7RqLRZaIjiyQaXnJnDk4mRcLXY2rrDY/s1481/Screen+Shot+2021-07-29+at+5.30.32+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="966" data-original-width="1481" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy5BXFjHkNf3czYi46ajSS_TAJotZN91OqzRaNUadS1Am62E7QUALjxxHZssky3Q62XgBtwWV3ORSL4E9tGvK7-huq5Mx5Vx9OCCPcqfBmtDx_7RqLRZaIjiyQaXnJnDk4mRcLXY2rrDY/w640-h418/Screen+Shot+2021-07-29+at+5.30.32+PM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-3754978597068371012021-06-29T17:25:00.004-04:002021-06-29T19:53:39.932-04:00Alfred W. Pollard: The Man, His Books, and His Other Literary Endeavors<p> </p><p></p><p></p><center><span style="color: #0b5394;">Alfred W. Pollard (1859-1944)</span></center><center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1p9NoG7JFWpv58LMd1to0B22XEAchh_cyOPr7cAiQShYjvecTC45zvP2gGW9P0-k1lYJLic0Jr2hjTaRSjjnGKNYUzweU6ebuYCN4HY96yf2UDa4I3yGWznB1xgMNGDv44kJ_Dh5ZSBc/s1114/pollard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1114" data-original-width="926" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1p9NoG7JFWpv58LMd1to0B22XEAchh_cyOPr7cAiQShYjvecTC45zvP2gGW9P0-k1lYJLic0Jr2hjTaRSjjnGKNYUzweU6ebuYCN4HY96yf2UDa4I3yGWznB1xgMNGDv44kJ_Dh5ZSBc/s320/pollard.jpg" /></a></center><div><br /></div><div>If portraits could talk, Alfred W. Pollard's portrait would probably be saying, "This is your 135th post to your blog, and you're finally getting around to writing a post about me? What took you so long?" </div><div><br /></div><div> I briefly mentioned Alfred W. Pollard in a June 2014 post and again in a February 2020 post. But I should have written more about him a long time ago, particularly when I think of how many Books About Books he either wrote or edited. He was also a literary critic and a Chaucer and Shakespeare scholar. To say that he was a prolific writer would be an understatement. The list of the editions of the books on the <a href="http://onlinebooks.library.upenn.edu/webbin/book/lookupname?key=Pollard%2C%20Alfred%20W%2E%20%28Alfred%20William%29%2C%201859%2D1944">Online Books Page</a> that he either wrote or edited covers five pages. And that doesn't include over forty years worth of articles that he wrote for <i>The Library, The Guardian, The Universal Review, </i>and other English journals. </div><br />Alfred W. Pollard was educated at King's College, University of London, and St. John's College, University of Oxford. A stammerer since the age of three, Pollard said he suffered one of his two worst stammers on February 22, 1883 when he presented himself to Sir E. A. Bond, the Principal Librarian of the British Museum hoping for a position at the museum. Pollard could translate Latin, Greek, French, and a smidgen of Italian, and was hired as an assistant at the Department of Printed Books. He remained at the British Museum for forty-one and one- half years, retiring as Curator of Printed Books in 1924 at the mandatory retirement age of sixty-five. <div><br /></div><div>Pollard's starting salary at the British Museum in 1883 was £120 per annum, with a £10 increase each year. Early in his career Pollard found ways to supplement his income. He provided Greek and Latin translations for Charles Kegan Paul of Kegan Paul, Trench and Co. This led to a life-long friendship, and a professional relationship that lasted for decades. Charles Kegan Paul introduced Pollard to other book publishers and editors of literary magazines as well.</div><div><br /></div><div>In addition to his positions at the British Museum, Pollard was Professor of Bibliography at King's College from 1919 to 1934 and Honorary Secretary of the Bibliographical Society from 1893 to 1934, serving as editor of both <i>The Transactions of the Bibliographical Society </i>and <i>The Library. </i></div><div><blockquote>Sidenote: As a member of the Bibliographical Society, I have online access to all the issues of <i>The Library</i> dating back to its first issue in January 1889. Pollard has numerous articles in <i>The Library </i>from the first issue on, and I have read many of them. The March 1930 issue contains his article, "The Library: A History of Forty Volumes." From reading this article, I discovered that <i>The Library</i> was originally the official organ of the Library Association of the United Kingdom. The Bibliographical Society didn't officially take over the publication of <i>The Library </i>until 1920.</blockquote></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div>If you enjoy reading the writings of an author, I recommend that you acquire a bibliography of the author's works, if one is available. I have a copy of <b>A Select Bibliography of the Writings of Alfred W. Pollard</b><i> </i><b>edited by H. Thomas and published by the Oxford University Press in 1938.</b> There are over 250 bibliographical entries covering Pollard's books and journal articles dating from 1881 to 1935. The book itself was published in honor of Pollard's seventy-five birthday (Aug 14, 1934). But due to delays, it wasn't published until 1938.</div><div><div><brf><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7FMYu3V2-lVT268WEMiBUgt58ZwS2AuQ5I1ov_B5M5-j0ls6ARcMwb5ADmSOEns8Ngkm4lC2VaPdO6XOERA8cPxYvLQ8jyUFdkM2Un41wmplnQLypZr2OqjHf5XNqChfkIVc8uZxUVs/s2048/bib.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7FMYu3V2-lVT268WEMiBUgt58ZwS2AuQ5I1ov_B5M5-j0ls6ARcMwb5ADmSOEns8Ngkm4lC2VaPdO6XOERA8cPxYvLQ8jyUFdkM2Un41wmplnQLypZr2OqjHf5XNqChfkIVc8uZxUVs/w640-h480/bib.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I acquired this bibliography from Jim Thorp in March 2003. I didn't know it at the time, but he would close the doors of <span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-family: Ranga;">THOMAS THORP </span><span><span style="font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: large;"> </span><i><span style="font-family: Petit Formal Script;">Fine & Rare Books</span></i></span></span><span style="font-family: Petit Formal Script;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Great Vibes"; font-size: medium;"> </span>for good not too long after I bought this book.</brf></div><div><brf><br /></brf></div><div><brf><br /></brf></div><div><brf></brf></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHP4K60mxjhHa9wgc30Qh6S15bkFBrVBEJnySAMJsqYqSaiNgtKpde2M3ar4I9AH_aKwudaPCzuJGYNUxo_pgncNoqeEv-Hkikgs1Ro6AYC1_KVhnOyV21y6gQnLj_kl8sF1zqXN3dklw/s2048/thorp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1583" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHP4K60mxjhHa9wgc30Qh6S15bkFBrVBEJnySAMJsqYqSaiNgtKpde2M3ar4I9AH_aKwudaPCzuJGYNUxo_pgncNoqeEv-Hkikgs1Ro6AYC1_KVhnOyV21y6gQnLj_kl8sF1zqXN3dklw/w494-h640/thorp.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><div><brf><br /></brf></div><div><brf><br /></brf></div><div><brf><br /></brf></div><div><brf><br /></brf></div><div><brf>The former owner of this book was invited to attend the presentation of a specially bound copy of this book to Pollard on July 6, 1938. </brf>I have Jim Thorp to thank for preserving the invitation that accompanied my book.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiziSbEF_ALFHkhJGB2G5lrwR8lATclTMFC3ymh7I8BbVuJMprE91UfhporzqSJN5gPae5C3ytMQ24xvMYBKthr3LjcwMDyJmm1m6dG6q30zzf3aa65M3v8GzIoKyDzpCz6YL-p_QhvRVw/s2048/IMG_5284.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1698" data-original-width="2048" height="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiziSbEF_ALFHkhJGB2G5lrwR8lATclTMFC3ymh7I8BbVuJMprE91UfhporzqSJN5gPae5C3ytMQ24xvMYBKthr3LjcwMDyJmm1m6dG6q30zzf3aa65M3v8GzIoKyDzpCz6YL-p_QhvRVw/w640-h532/IMG_5284.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>In addition to a bibliography of his writings, this book was supposed to contain an autobiography by Pollard; however, after writing about his first fifty years, he fell while trimming a tree, struck his head on the concrete pavement, and was rendered unconscious. His recovery was slow and it left him unable to complete his autobiography. The book's editor, Dr. H. Thomas, completed the biography, covering the years fifty to seventy-five of Pollard's life.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="caret-color: rgb(61, 133, 198); color: #ff00fe; text-align: -webkit-center;"><center>ALFRED W. POLLARD'S BOOKS IN MY HOUSE</center></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24ao8qJyT0h8PUfO6TvaILoyYUEz-6dUm3nkeclRwyDsqoiY863b4WiWnBiJBadTSMqzzoAUfu5-BiW2GmzhUbAhvjuRpL_EZKCt7d7qJYOeKKeu01bvpDhFvYqflfxMTMaNNEKMhhHc/s2048/IMG_5272+2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1528" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24ao8qJyT0h8PUfO6TvaILoyYUEz-6dUm3nkeclRwyDsqoiY863b4WiWnBiJBadTSMqzzoAUfu5-BiW2GmzhUbAhvjuRpL_EZKCt7d7qJYOeKKeu01bvpDhFvYqflfxMTMaNNEKMhhHc/w640-h480/IMG_5272+2.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(61, 133, 198);"><center><br /></center></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Last Words on the History of the Title-Page. With Notes on Some Colophons and Twenty-Seven Fac-Similes of Title-Pages by Alfred W. Pollard, London: John C. Nimmo, 1891. </b></div><div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjQNN9KxAckaaTH5SWweNqMAMDB6FMF_XFpS7tEGaRdIIO9TQtl52-_mwlue7bDRp4ASgumdrnkQ8604uoCQa7ZOcjChiszFDgNJ7wyPXlTyffoxYZ-_6XEvgOK_V_8LMjsbpjqM5kSk/s2048/last+words.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjQNN9KxAckaaTH5SWweNqMAMDB6FMF_XFpS7tEGaRdIIO9TQtl52-_mwlue7bDRp4ASgumdrnkQ8604uoCQa7ZOcjChiszFDgNJ7wyPXlTyffoxYZ-_6XEvgOK_V_8LMjsbpjqM5kSk/w640-h480/last+words.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>I have the 1971 Burt Franklin reprint of the book. Pollard wanted to keep the focus of the book on the beauty of the early title pages and colophons and set the book up at the Chiswick Press at his own cost. Nimmo, the second publisher Pollard offered the book to, paid Pollard's printing costs and more, providing an exquisite binding for the book. In his bibliography Pollard writes that the print run of 250 copies was sold within a few days of publication.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Chaucer by Alfred W. Pollard, London: Macmillan and Co. 1893</b>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSPLp58op0ZHQiu00blYCwtcQ-fOMUMSh0n28VDMxtR6HrUYEd62prEbxAk6b3lJaumvWO5lWDvqrwFlariK72xkX408Cuh1iv8EVkBZT5Zk36yG87S5uc9lODMV5pydf8tKJuVnp7-k/s2048/chaucer.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSPLp58op0ZHQiu00blYCwtcQ-fOMUMSh0n28VDMxtR6HrUYEd62prEbxAk6b3lJaumvWO5lWDvqrwFlariK72xkX408Cuh1iv8EVkBZT5Zk36yG87S5uc9lODMV5pydf8tKJuVnp7-k/w640-h480/chaucer.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div> This is one of twelve "Primers" that Macmillan and Co. wanted J. R. Green to edit. This book was first published in 1893, and reprinted in 1895, 1904, 1907, 1912, 1919, and 1926. I have the 1912 edition. My copy was formerly owned by Morris Edmund Speare (1884-1974) who left marginalia and underlined numerous passages. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZh0FsHwzT2N1aJzXFCT9bOzeGpg2CRS0nEJ4jaBWu42GyHraK-AF4gR0bp3TN4uDUiD_Lb7yK1TySrKfDGMrhg_o-6A4rgz5Zd8xzjfkPVtfYdogNun5tTHampscgk5pQRXewWm-Iyco/s2048/IMG_5281.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1663" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZh0FsHwzT2N1aJzXFCT9bOzeGpg2CRS0nEJ4jaBWu42GyHraK-AF4gR0bp3TN4uDUiD_Lb7yK1TySrKfDGMrhg_o-6A4rgz5Zd8xzjfkPVtfYdogNun5tTHampscgk5pQRXewWm-Iyco/s320/IMG_5281.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSv7JNAWN1vquyoM-U9XTlva07LGjNnE1FoQjC_3dZO35iL9H3dJu-kwMX-vWIPnNSeIVIfUw7wTgCYMnsqH2oogo9B5I9x6UKsuhhI8VJ_GumFeamyHHW_10ueVvkZso24ZEvTaQs_5g/s2048/IMG_5283.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1591" data-original-width="2048" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSv7JNAWN1vquyoM-U9XTlva07LGjNnE1FoQjC_3dZO35iL9H3dJu-kwMX-vWIPnNSeIVIfUw7wTgCYMnsqH2oogo9B5I9x6UKsuhhI8VJ_GumFeamyHHW_10ueVvkZso24ZEvTaQs_5g/w400-h311/IMG_5283.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Books About Books, Edited by Alfred W. Pollard, London: Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner & Co, 1893, 94. </b>In 1893, Pollard convinced Kegan Paul to publish a series of Books About Books:</div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Great Book-Collectors by Charles and Mary Elton</b></div><div><b>Book-Plates by W. J. Hardy</b></div><div><b>Books in Manuscript by Falconer Madan</b></div><div><b>Early Printed Books by E. Gordon Duff</b></div><div><b>The Decoration of Books by A. W. Pollard</b></div><div><b>Book Bindings by Herbert P. Horne</b></div><div><b> </b></div><div><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-size: 14.000000953674316px;"><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black;"><br /></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLr82hyphenhyphenq2NA6FV5dWQCnTD0BxyYx-A6DOSZDgimiGSCI6dUV0SzYPnFgLVLIRu6mjEj_6oGIVycJkWaXrYfiG7c4X436QVOsBpY_Y7yf-ieuvp5SZ58ECU7gHhlXaRVwkJSFkL_cDex8/s2048/IMG_5279.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1246" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLr82hyphenhyphenq2NA6FV5dWQCnTD0BxyYx-A6DOSZDgimiGSCI6dUV0SzYPnFgLVLIRu6mjEj_6oGIVycJkWaXrYfiG7c4X436QVOsBpY_Y7yf-ieuvp5SZ58ECU7gHhlXaRVwkJSFkL_cDex8/w390-h640/IMG_5279.JPG" width="390" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>I have the book by Pollard and the book by Horne. Pollard changed the title of his book to <i>Early Illustrated Books </i>because he was unable to include eighteenth century French vignettes, and because he thought the original title "encroached" on Horne's book on bookbindings. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYqsBNKdny98mdwXYm5yPXh_6VASA4suBNCfeEct5iXNg2AU173BMCKbqyM0sVeGsmDWiTQhjJKxy_kdiQ34bQPTwR0iWiHebERHNS72XbimioKX2ABj6Ot7j1ZeXn9QaZo7tyX4bhKE/s2048/EIB.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYqsBNKdny98mdwXYm5yPXh_6VASA4suBNCfeEct5iXNg2AU173BMCKbqyM0sVeGsmDWiTQhjJKxy_kdiQ34bQPTwR0iWiHebERHNS72XbimioKX2ABj6Ot7j1ZeXn9QaZo7tyX4bhKE/w640-h480/EIB.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div> Horne changed the title of his book to <i>The Binding of Books</i><b>. </b>Horne's books was published in 1894. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSb_WzmdIa04lLQVeM-KVxeyx2IC35ehdYGKBZouHiG-wxSao1hKxCDngcQHloLNJnRPB5QvwuT-vNqx3ZdwjLkHqFh_vKHDdne5ZWO9ZNATKJw4fNvt4_M-ekhFOA-HYdcj0EcqVUG0/s1667/binding.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1667" data-original-width="1072" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSb_WzmdIa04lLQVeM-KVxeyx2IC35ehdYGKBZouHiG-wxSao1hKxCDngcQHloLNJnRPB5QvwuT-vNqx3ZdwjLkHqFh_vKHDdne5ZWO9ZNATKJw4fNvt4_M-ekhFOA-HYdcj0EcqVUG0/w258-h400/binding.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKGB3RCAIrZmOp-jaPRtgWbt_Z-Tflchc93C_VPARR_K7W48ZdTxaFuNMkYwmYm8xDn6a2mnJJ1RJYpaT7ByeUQBEJ3UipKlRQGApSkM-rYvlDDfMMLAwDWJgLcq3rP9aboDvtHHUmZZw/s2048/bind.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKGB3RCAIrZmOp-jaPRtgWbt_Z-Tflchc93C_VPARR_K7W48ZdTxaFuNMkYwmYm8xDn6a2mnJJ1RJYpaT7ByeUQBEJ3UipKlRQGApSkM-rYvlDDfMMLAwDWJgLcq3rP9aboDvtHHUmZZw/w640-h480/bind.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b>Bibliographica: Papers on Books, Their History and Art edited by A. W. Pollard, London: Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner and Co. 1895-97. </b>The Books About Books series was so successful that Pollard's publisher immediately agreed to his proposal to edit a bibliographical quarterly. Even better, Pollard enjoyed more of a share of the profits than with the Books About Books series. Surprisingly, at least to me, was that the life of the periodical was to be limited beforehand to three years. The articles in this periodical cover book collecting and the book arts like they had never been covered before. And when it came to selecting authors to write the articles, Pollard gathered the cream of the crop, and Pollard himself contributed several articles. Most of the sets are bound in three bulky volumes; however, some sets are bound in six volumes. 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The leather on the spines is badly deteriorated. The boards are detached. And the endpapers are browning. Unfortunately I don't have enough leather on hand to bind all six volumes in the same shade of leather. If I ever do get it done in this lifetime, it will be an expensive but worthy project.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchiGf3CjQfzlaYx4PUy7JLgBdjU515yf-aMQfVv98qdAG8do-PV94YM1yg_sI7F9XVlc0pt-dptJY-w25NgfTpq_WpFzEFpMRkeAE2s76YNexMphcru8I12Rqx2JRQec2hWwPVZWrGZ0/s2048/IMG_5257.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1590" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchiGf3CjQfzlaYx4PUy7JLgBdjU515yf-aMQfVv98qdAG8do-PV94YM1yg_sI7F9XVlc0pt-dptJY-w25NgfTpq_WpFzEFpMRkeAE2s76YNexMphcru8I12Rqx2JRQec2hWwPVZWrGZ0/w496-h640/IMG_5257.JPG" width="496" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnRu0eNCS9mkN5eNgicswLo8_uepSaMaSEhsisrhKeu6r9WYCC0eNKJmioziXFacxo9dETazP6WIrcs1o59MzP_9UQlWSd8PmIURbH8uBaefwN42pVO-Be0gv8DpLTUhTP5ne_D9ln6g/s2048/IMG_5314.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1537" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnRu0eNCS9mkN5eNgicswLo8_uepSaMaSEhsisrhKeu6r9WYCC0eNKJmioziXFacxo9dETazP6WIrcs1o59MzP_9UQlWSd8PmIURbH8uBaefwN42pVO-Be0gv8DpLTUhTP5ne_D9ln6g/w480-h640/IMG_5314.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7YU9hfZtWn5lBBxdUAfXYGyuqbZxsOvwERuB99lXw0bTBy_WC6U0BiVZeNlM5tCXlMj3Ez8CdwLANOq55Wqc31WySvSXIsQ-B583RUndCeH1B862MQ-988NlDPAtRU0yKcU-IzqW263Q/s2048/IMG_5331.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1454" data-original-width="2048" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7YU9hfZtWn5lBBxdUAfXYGyuqbZxsOvwERuB99lXw0bTBy_WC6U0BiVZeNlM5tCXlMj3Ez8CdwLANOq55Wqc31WySvSXIsQ-B583RUndCeH1B862MQ-988NlDPAtRU0yKcU-IzqW263Q/w640-h454/IMG_5331.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>The English Bookman's Library, edited by Alfred Pollard, London: Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner and Co. 1899-1902. </b>This was another series of Books About Books that Pollard edited. This series contained three volumes and Pollard wrote a general introduction for the series in the first volume. The three volumes were published in 1899, 1900, and 1902 respectively. I have the 1969 Burt Franklin reprint of the third volume. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>English Embroidered Bindings by Cyril Davenport</b></div><div><b>A Short History of English Printing by Henry R. Plomer</b></div><div><b>English Book Collectors by William Younger Fletcher</b></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><b> </b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittmRW111_IpU8xhW72D7WdeM8Mzmssdpv3DEpnCKDrfu_ixIaww60feWVWRld3wnO73afU3D6BRuvjvPa6eeSiufeU3XTAT6WfKnIZwsIHJ9dzj1QHCGhR-O6WoJgN2kKzm_xIOxkt78/s2048/ebc.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittmRW111_IpU8xhW72D7WdeM8Mzmssdpv3DEpnCKDrfu_ixIaww60feWVWRld3wnO73afU3D6BRuvjvPa6eeSiufeU3XTAT6WfKnIZwsIHJ9dzj1QHCGhR-O6WoJgN2kKzm_xIOxkt78/w640-h480/ebc.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><b>Books in the House: An Essay on Private Libraries and Collections for Young and Old by Alfred W. Pollard, Indianapolis: By Arrangement with Ralph Fletcher Seymour by Bobbs-Merrill, 1904. </b>I had mentioned Pollard and this very book in my Feb 1, 2020 post, "A Month in the Life of MoiBibliomaniac, and the Books He Bought That Month." I first eyed the book in 2019 when Lighthouse Books was still located in St. Petersburg. But for some unknown dastardly reason the book never made it to my "buy pile" that day. I didn't hesitate one bit when I eyed it again on January 18, 2020 at the Grand Reopening of Lighthouse Books in its new location in Dade City.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQMDzNisAaQFv9y2ja8fCmI_f1EH9PRehFeRecfuQKpDdoBYxV09v-fDYwfdKg5WCS0y8MNbhovKsBFaWy6WylPuiRhvtd87wOnaFsZhabedlQo6fzUYf5F1I87WX4-Um8LY4o1_SlWaI/s2048/house.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQMDzNisAaQFv9y2ja8fCmI_f1EH9PRehFeRecfuQKpDdoBYxV09v-fDYwfdKg5WCS0y8MNbhovKsBFaWy6WylPuiRhvtd87wOnaFsZhabedlQo6fzUYf5F1I87WX4-Um8LY4o1_SlWaI/w640-h480/house.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>In this book, Pollard provides six chapters of advice for book collectors:</div><div>1. The Buying of Books</div><div>2. Inherited Books and Their Values</div><div>3. The Keeping of Books</div><div>4. On the Functions of the Collector</div><div>5. How to Collect</div><div>6. The Child's Bookshelf</div><div><br /></div><div>All of the articles originally appeared in <i>The Guardian. </i>The 1904 edition of the book is not listed in Pollard's selective bibliography. But a 1907 edition published in London by Arthur L. Humphreys is listed. For the London edition, Pollard lightly edited the six original articles, and included a seventh, "Four Centuries of Book Prices," which first appeared in <i>The Cornhill Magazine.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I have some genealogical research to do to identify the former owner of my copy of the 1904 edition of this book. He is a Merriam, but I don't think he's "one of the famous Merriams." For one thing, he has too many middle initials!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9PTz5Akcp9CO7dVrQWuFLDWH_GJ_lQ5PGeVp86Mt-8OBOixXADlVWRj9vCtio7nxPxejehxAxXcpOO1HiP8X2Yh_UIwLoPnkkKTQ1Bn49HmrOq2yJxmEM-NMwA1rAIVg7wiZ9baWKbY/s1979/IMG_5268.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1979" data-original-width="1476" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9PTz5Akcp9CO7dVrQWuFLDWH_GJ_lQ5PGeVp86Mt-8OBOixXADlVWRj9vCtio7nxPxejehxAxXcpOO1HiP8X2Yh_UIwLoPnkkKTQ1Bn49HmrOq2yJxmEM-NMwA1rAIVg7wiZ9baWKbY/w480-h640/IMG_5268.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><i> </i>I wrote about the next book in June 2014, and briefly mentioned Pollard in the post. But he had nothing to do with the writing or the editing of the book. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZytrZeVGWzS8-1T2ZQhbn7xr18t2eR-R4Ba7IYtT75fafNTIQxD8cYTGUmAvuHZUBWrLs_B1g_fHktqtxsaWgHkqYpTFBszqB9TqU7ZtWBEH96f0HiWYZVGXpjo6B1rI2jTlrrckJCfg/s2048/caxton.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZytrZeVGWzS8-1T2ZQhbn7xr18t2eR-R4Ba7IYtT75fafNTIQxD8cYTGUmAvuHZUBWrLs_B1g_fHktqtxsaWgHkqYpTFBszqB9TqU7ZtWBEH96f0HiWYZVGXpjo6B1rI2jTlrrckJCfg/w640-h480/caxton.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>In January 1908, George Parker Winship read a paper on William Caxton at a meeting of the Club of Odd Volumes. Later that spring he met Pollard and here's what happened. You can read about it in Winship's own words in the book:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF8dnFURwt_NzGCP2AnCQW5b3Bd3YTHk3rkKXgZnTF16IW8z7yqUDKOJ1lwJuBU235iFd7EBZWIIl94Rhr046vU0CSQZd16dXZTicqKcpXyWhKSPW4sO3kabW88sam87nfovyuXv_64E/s2048/IMG_5271.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1780" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF8dnFURwt_NzGCP2AnCQW5b3Bd3YTHk3rkKXgZnTF16IW8z7yqUDKOJ1lwJuBU235iFd7EBZWIIl94Rhr046vU0CSQZd16dXZTicqKcpXyWhKSPW4sO3kabW88sam87nfovyuXv_64E/w558-h640/IMG_5271.JPG" width="558" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Fine Books by Alfred W. Pollard, London: Methuen and Co. 1912. </b>This book was part of The Connoisseur's Library which was edited by Cyril Davenport for Methuen. In the Preface of this book, Pollard remarks that <i>Fine Books</i> was years in the making, and had been rewritten several times. He notes that his samples of book illustrations end around the year 1780. Furthermore, he notes that the poorness of print and paper of books printed after 1780 have caused many collectors to lose interest in them because they do not consider them to be "fine books."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOfSksqWr8etAho6uBpUOF9R_flaiIH0UlLb9a2z-KXZ1Dc0pzqlbZUfxhlyp5sLn6zQmQaU2FUIhODiTZhGbUs0rPgrjWxM32lgoVI0xPWIHAd4Lcu4Q0lNmXdGU0DMHP4nUpDn3ss0Q/s2048/fine.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOfSksqWr8etAho6uBpUOF9R_flaiIH0UlLb9a2z-KXZ1Dc0pzqlbZUfxhlyp5sLn6zQmQaU2FUIhODiTZhGbUs0rPgrjWxM32lgoVI0xPWIHAd4Lcu4Q0lNmXdGU0DMHP4nUpDn3ss0Q/w400-h300/fine.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>On pages 282 and 283 of this book, Pollard confesses "a dreadful sin of my youth." It concerns a book he edited in 1888, <b>Sir Philip Sidney's Astrophel and Stella</b>. Pollard provided additional information about the mistake in his autobiography, remarking that no critic ever noticed "the dreadful blunder." Even more information about the mistake was provided in the listing of the work in the selective bibliography. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's the whole story. On his way home from work at the British Museum, Pollard frequently visited the premises of the Oxford Street bookseller David Stott and bought some books. In 1888, Stott asked him to edit the <i>Astrophel and Stella </i>edition. The book itself was illustrated by Thomas Lant, who provided a portrait for the frontispiece of the book. Believing it was Sir Philip Sidney's portrait, Pollard wrote in the introduction of the book that "the portrait of Sidney, which forms the frontispiece is reproduced from the copy in the British Museum of his engraving of his funeral by Thomas Lant." Unbeknown to Pollard, what Lant provided for the frontispiece was a portrait of himself! Pollard didn't discover the mistake until over twenty years later during a conversation with Sir Sidney Colvin. Pollard admitted the error in <i>Fine Books</i> in 1912. </div><div><br /></div><div>Below is the frontispiece from the 1888 edition of <i>Astrophel and Stella</i>. And next to it is the portrait of Thomas Lant from the National Portrait Gallery.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYNYOnK00cQOt-VvOfFay4CDD43KN5JbUkcAHtre349JVg16H8ICbk5wYtrwU27CmaUwnItrwqKC_664XQWGb5yVI5ngIq7vXLcw_2_Xm1mxdyB7TcHzFgwZ5D13-CMFZ6FsAPLxg-3U/s2048/Lant.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYNYOnK00cQOt-VvOfFay4CDD43KN5JbUkcAHtre349JVg16H8ICbk5wYtrwU27CmaUwnItrwqKC_664XQWGb5yVI5ngIq7vXLcw_2_Xm1mxdyB7TcHzFgwZ5D13-CMFZ6FsAPLxg-3U/w640-h480/Lant.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>I can assure you that the portrait of Alfred W. Pollard in the beginning of this post is definitely a portrait of Alfred W. Pollard. It is the frontispiece from Pollard's bibliography:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVdn72sZKlx53ecXxBqVA417dgyB3y71atoO-Q0oTCeK0zSWLSXOeUnalFPtYenoF_uMtl7ztYHoGGlysbljzE_UV4xuj14X5iGPJDjJmjuk8nZAtp55Ezhy5VUMUDT6EEHu_ZLicsDI/s2048/IMG_5291.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVdn72sZKlx53ecXxBqVA417dgyB3y71atoO-Q0oTCeK0zSWLSXOeUnalFPtYenoF_uMtl7ztYHoGGlysbljzE_UV4xuj14X5iGPJDjJmjuk8nZAtp55Ezhy5VUMUDT6EEHu_ZLicsDI/w640-h480/IMG_5291.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>A Census of Shakespeare's Plays in Quarto 1594-1709 by Henrietta C. Bartlett and Alfred W. Pollard, New Haven: Yale University Press, 1916. </b>Pollard wrote the majority of the introduction, and provided the information of copies of larger English collections up to 1660. Bartlett provided the information of later quartos in English hands, American copies, and unidentified copies. I bought this book at one of the first Florida Antiquarian Book Fairs I attended after retiring from the Air Force in 1989.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmIVPxfW0pfwXO0Gh-K06aBrYzsx5IFQR721ZEKJR4ZskiedkqIiIdFOmmz2BycamsjNdbU7TnwKme7HRf8ALb4fR2odJhtbCVEFgXAuW3XDkMYrLeKguj99Q6Mtp00vrGMR11v0dK0o/s2048/census.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmIVPxfW0pfwXO0Gh-K06aBrYzsx5IFQR721ZEKJR4ZskiedkqIiIdFOmmz2BycamsjNdbU7TnwKme7HRf8ALb4fR2odJhtbCVEFgXAuW3XDkMYrLeKguj99Q6Mtp00vrGMR11v0dK0o/w640-h480/census.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><b>A Short-Title Catalogue of Books Printed in England, Scotland and Ireland, and of English Books Printed Abroad, 1475-1640 Compiled by A. W Pollard & G. R. Redgrave, with the help pf G. F. Barwick, Geo. Watson Cole,, Ethel Fegan, F. S. Ferguson, W. W. Greg, W. Jaggard, Stephen K. Jones, F. R. D. Needham, H. R. Plomer, Cecie Stainer, E. V. Stocks and others, London: Bibliographical Society, 1926</b>. In 1884, the British Museum published a three-volume catalogue of books in the British Museum that were printed in England, Scotland, Ireland, and abroad. Pollard had long been an advocate for a catalogue of the books contained in all the libraries of England, Scotland and Ireland. He managed to convince the Bibliographical Society to support the publication of a short-title catalogue or handlist where copies of books in the libraries of England, Scotland, and Ireland could be traced. In the book's preface and again in the memoranda, Pollard stressed that the short-title catalogue was merely a finding aid to identify the location of copies of books.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8JpvfGGzsB9H_cPvJL351HMXSxGy-C8zcUDSp99DsQvHAxBJtJtwzitweDpRxN2ifHaRgonCvQCfEbZXfc_S0HdcyCtZmg-mLA1dOXLIdmY9chh3U4LAu46MgRmfxKqGhpBk7l4aCX8/s2048/stc69.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8JpvfGGzsB9H_cPvJL351HMXSxGy-C8zcUDSp99DsQvHAxBJtJtwzitweDpRxN2ifHaRgonCvQCfEbZXfc_S0HdcyCtZmg-mLA1dOXLIdmY9chh3U4LAu46MgRmfxKqGhpBk7l4aCX8/w640-h480/stc69.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>The Bibliographical Society normally only published books for its members. However, with the increased interest in literary research, the Society decided to make this book available to the world of scholarship, and reprinted the book several times. I have the 1969 edition.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Introductions by Richard Curle, Augustine Birrell, Edmund Gosse, John Drinkwater, E. V. Lucas, A. Edward Newton, R. W. Chapman, David Nichol Smith, Alfred W. Pollard, J. C. Squire to the Catalogue of the Ashley Library (1922-1930) Collected by Thomas James Wise, New York: William H. Smith Jr. 1934. </b>Pollard was one of the ten prominent bookmen who wrote introductions for the catalogue of the Ashley Library. Wise had asked him to criticize the catalogue. Pollard began by pointing out that there was no catalogue that he himself compiled that he didn't want to do over again to improve it. He then proceeded to describe what a catalogue should contain and what was needed to improve catalogues in general, particularly to improve the terminology used such as "issues." Pollard disagreed with Wise's practice of transcribing an upper case medial <i>v </i>in early 17th century titles with a lower case <i>v, </i>where the original printer would have used <i>u. </i>But overall, Pollard said that Wise's success in gathering all the facts about the books in his library was no small achievement.</div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3mufPwTd7f7gKzWTXhVvKFH1iTC0NnjZAu286Zq1Rwn2UKyct0fkcUJvuXcZNyeEGxyLUhj_pnL6_dwUx7ZCJli9VkEGbMAeC8iw2qOeHt4GzEDHJSWDBrpAf90F6lwvT5GKsFhuhG0/s2048/ashley.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3mufPwTd7f7gKzWTXhVvKFH1iTC0NnjZAu286Zq1Rwn2UKyct0fkcUJvuXcZNyeEGxyLUhj_pnL6_dwUx7ZCJli9VkEGbMAeC8iw2qOeHt4GzEDHJSWDBrpAf90F6lwvT5GKsFhuhG0/w640-h480/ashley.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Introductions...</i> was published the same year as the book by John Carter and Graham Powell, <i>An Enquiry Into the Nature of Certain Nineteenth Century Pamphlets. </i>Their book hinted that some of Wise's books were forgeries. On his forgery website,<a href="http://www.bibliopath.com/forgery/wise-forman/wise__introductions.html"> bibliopath.com,</a> my friend Douglas Adams cites a reference that identifies Mitchell Kennerley as the publisher of the Introductions, and not W. H. Smith. I don't know if the <i>Enquiry</i> was published before <i>Introductions</i>, but if it was, I wonder if Kennerley didn't want his name to be associated with any publication about the Ashley Library.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Before I end this post, I want to mention some of the books by or about Pollard that <b>I don't</b> <b>have</b> in my library.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><center>ALFRED W. POLLARD'S BOOKS THAT ARE NOT YET IN MY HOUSE</center></span></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Rowfant Library. A Catalogue of the Printed Books, Manuscripts, Autograph Letters, Drawings and Pictures, Collected by Frederick Locker-Lampson. London: Bernard Quaritch, 1886. </b>Pollard was given the task of revising the proofs of the catalogue begun by Mr. R. H. Lister. The 150 copies of this catalogue were sold out within a week. This was the first of several libraries that Pollard compiled catalogues of. In 1891, he catalogued a portion of the library of Charles Isaac Elton and Mary Augusta Elton. In 1907 he edited a catalogue of manuscripts and early printed books from the libraries of William Morris and Richard Bennett that formed a portion of the library of J. P. Morgan. In 1910, he catalogued the books from the first printers that were collected by Rush C. Hawkins. In 1912 he catalogued the fifty manuscripts that Alfred H. Huth bequeathed to the British Museum. And in 1921 he wrote the Introduction to the catalogue of books that Robert Ernest Cowan compiled of the Kelmscott and Dove Presses in the library of William Andrewes Clark Jr. (My friend Gary Simons has a copy).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>English Miracle Plays, Moralities, and Interludes. Specimens of Pre-Elizabethan Drama. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1900. </b>This was Pollard's most profitable book with eight editions, the last four with illustrations. Pollard said this book sold better in the United States than in England.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Two Brothers. Accounts Rendered by Alfred W. Pollard, London: Chiswick Press, 1916. </b>This book is not listed in Pollard's Select Bibliography. It was privately printed to give to friends of the Pollards. On October, 24, 1914, Pollard's oldest son, Geoffrey Blemell Pollard, a Lieutenant in the Royal Field Artillery was killed in the fighting near Le Baseé, France. Geoffrey's younger brother, Roger Thompson Pollard, a Lieutenant in the 5th Royal Berkshire Regiment, was killed a year later on October 13, 1915, not too many miles from where his brother was killed. In <i>Two Brothers. Accounts Rendered, </i>Pollard provided accounts of the deaths of both of his sons<i>. </i>This book is listed on the <a href="https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=hvd.32044088013040&view=1up&seq=7">Online Book Page</a>. I'll go grab a soda while you read it.... </div><div><br /></div><div>Because there were additional requests for <i>Two Brothers. Accounts Rendered</i>, Pollard had the London firm of Sidgwick and Jackson publish an edition of the book in 1917. That edition is listed on the Online Books Page as well.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Shakespeare's Fight with the Pirates and the Problems of the Transmission of His Text. by Alfred W. Pollard, Sandars Reader in Bibliography 1915. London: Alexander Moring Ltd, 1917. </b> Pollard gave four lectures as Sandars Reader in Bibliography which were published in <i>The Library </i>in January, April July, and October of 1916<i>. </i>250 copies of the lectures were offprinted under the new title, "<i>Shakespeare's Fight....</i>" Here are the original titles of the four lectures. All are well worth reading.</div><div><br /></div><div>1. The Regulation of the Book Trade in the Sixteenth Century</div><div>2. Authors, Players, and Pirates in Shakespeare's Day</div><div>3. The Manuscripts of Shakespeare's Plays</div><div>4. The Improvers of Shakespeare</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Brick Row Book Shop Special List No. 21 English Literary Works From the Library of Alfred W. Pollard... New York: Brick Row Book Shop, 1946. </b>This special list contains several hundred books from Pollard's library. The Brick Row Book Shop acquired them in a sale of Pollard's library in London in November 1944. I would love to have a book from Pollard's library for My Sentimental Library Collection, but I doubt if a could afford one, even if one were available. Although he wishes he did have some to sell, John Crichton, proprietor of Brick Row Books, does not have any books in stock from Pollard's library. Nor does he have copies of Special List No. 21 for sale. :-( </div><div><br /></div><div>But the Grolier Club has a copy! I shall ask to see it if and when I ever visit the Grolier Club again! Mark Samuels Lasner gave me a tour of the Grolier Club back in September 2011. It's way past time for another tour Mark!</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><h1 style="color: #3d2a14; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.6rem; line-height: 1.4em; margin: 0px 0px 0.6em; padding: 0px;"><br /></h1><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-18934038336020603512021-05-20T10:24:00.010-04:002021-05-24T15:29:42.804-04:00On Researching the Life, Death, and Literary Remains of __ Nobody <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYj8J_gHMnVZatty-DpMsQX0XG_uI97Y2jXuh1tv6wS0WfhGvedwjhMvN2rupPXGQ7EIGg6GGOQkfkjPzs2BtbQjl31yRwlq_c-vr78J_eMbSWtDX_706Ui6a2-2QYIXpegj9tIZM_Nuc/s2048/IMG_5251.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1314" data-original-width="2048" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYj8J_gHMnVZatty-DpMsQX0XG_uI97Y2jXuh1tv6wS0WfhGvedwjhMvN2rupPXGQ7EIGg6GGOQkfkjPzs2BtbQjl31yRwlq_c-vr78J_eMbSWtDX_706Ui6a2-2QYIXpegj9tIZM_Nuc/w640-h414/IMG_5251.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In my library I have the complete print run in two volumes of the first American periodical on book collecting: <i>The Philobiblion: A Monthly Bibliographical Journal Containing Critical Notices of, and Extracts from Rare, Curious, and Valuable Books. </i> It is probably the last American periodical where the <i>long s </i>was used in the printing of a magazine. My set was formerly owned by the Nebraska newspaper publisher and journalist <a href="https://journalstar.com/entertainment/arts-and-culture/books/francis-moul-without-a-book-is-a-rare-sight/article_bb307307-f9fb-56e9-a6c2-c5899a2397e5.html">Francis Moul</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxWeq_CSXOeZv0hK2i4iQNjdGlulPNWySdw_4I8ChsTAJdigmgapYvfcTfB3d9cN4_eFrfJ5YxKF2UAibtBmHN0YeFMgIOe2GtQn3ZCLFMzgc1KNTdCJZOfBVp075gHQXReLbTUkFLrQ/s2048/1II.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxWeq_CSXOeZv0hK2i4iQNjdGlulPNWySdw_4I8ChsTAJdigmgapYvfcTfB3d9cN4_eFrfJ5YxKF2UAibtBmHN0YeFMgIOe2GtQn3ZCLFMzgc1KNTdCJZOfBVp075gHQXReLbTUkFLrQ/w640-h480/1II.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The New York City bookman George P. Philes (1828-1913) published <i>The Philobiblion</i> in monthly issues from December 1861 to December 1863. In addition to critical notices and extracts, <i>The Philobiblion </i> contained literary essays, notes and queries, priced catalogues of books, as well as miscellaneous items. The miscellaneous items included anything that Philes thought would be of interest to his readers. On one occasion Philes was browsing the 1826 edition of the <i>Dictionaire Hi<span>ſ</span>torique ou Biographie Univer<span>ſ</span>elle Cla<span>ſ</span><span>ſ</span>ique </i> and came upon a listing of a young poet named Nobody who was the author of a piece of erotic verse.</div><div><br /></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1K5pyY7yWWCzibocXgSjVZdK2_7bZRTNA6QqNIRSIk5WEvxUTxBUDg06kTNIvqjkHUqOx6Q7IfKFlUVB56adwinP_I645qHLlHlu-DMBbl0VUzpm3PUHh4MqM8SJ7Uqscdv8WYj_FD8k/s776/Screen+Shot+2021-05-14+at+7.50.32+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="776" data-original-width="569" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1K5pyY7yWWCzibocXgSjVZdK2_7bZRTNA6QqNIRSIk5WEvxUTxBUDg06kTNIvqjkHUqOx6Q7IfKFlUVB56adwinP_I645qHLlHlu-DMBbl0VUzpm3PUHh4MqM8SJ7Uqscdv8WYj_FD8k/w294-h400/Screen+Shot+2021-05-14+at+7.50.32+PM.png" width="294" /></a></div><br /></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> </i></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdbQfxfnnQ7sQHO3THrQmJrbjopZj4Cel9NzN6ChLDsqA87a5LIALKSya5_8WLHCaLGK_ONiS3rY_vC5V2bh4lWxQ8UcvZ8ZA83IaDzrur3qZ4W1owCQ-hQf-sOs-c3Hfq7tPe1sMkJ4/s939/Nobody+copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="939" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdbQfxfnnQ7sQHO3THrQmJrbjopZj4Cel9NzN6ChLDsqA87a5LIALKSya5_8WLHCaLGK_ONiS3rY_vC5V2bh4lWxQ8UcvZ8ZA83IaDzrur3qZ4W1owCQ-hQf-sOs-c3Hfq7tPe1sMkJ4/w640-h218/Nobody+copy.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><center><b>Translation</b></center></div><div><blockquote><div>Nobody (C***), a young poet, born in the environs of Beauvais in 1766; he is only known as the author of a piece of erotic verse, entitled <i>Le Messe de Gnide,</i> Paris, year 2 of the Republic (1793), in 24mo of 35 pages. He killed himself with a pistol shot in 1787, at Paris.<br /><p></p></div></blockquote><p><br /></p><p>Philes thought this listing might be of interest to his readers, so he wrote all that he knew about the life, death, and literary remains of Nobody in the November 1862 issue of <i>The Philobiblion.</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqFfmSRz24OcdAoNVBTz5b1w2cipHD8uzLy53us08-DjwI5P3yBz7nDnRsURpwk4U5pn4PsZcPGifJ30HE4Stol4vnrMaLBrqUqpAlhdA7zSD7RV-BVPaGw7VemujRFebgIy8_jVN_Ts/s812/The+Philobiblion+Nov+1862.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="812" data-original-width="683" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqFfmSRz24OcdAoNVBTz5b1w2cipHD8uzLy53us08-DjwI5P3yBz7nDnRsURpwk4U5pn4PsZcPGifJ30HE4Stol4vnrMaLBrqUqpAlhdA7zSD7RV-BVPaGw7VemujRFebgIy8_jVN_Ts/w538-h640/The+Philobiblion+Nov+1862.png" width="538" /></a></div><p>What Philes told his readers about the life, death, and literary remains of Nobody in the November 1862 issue of <i>The Philobiblion</i> wasn't very much. But then along came that most splendid thing that<i> </i>Horace Walpole called <i>serendipity.</i> An attentive reader of <i>The Philobiblion </i>just happened to be attending the sale of the library of a French Count in Paris in January 1863. And one of the items up for sale was a 1797 Geneva edition of <i>La Messe de Gnide</i>!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMTAW7MTaJ98RI9RHYI8f0DYalpKg0hnn-RjwIrC_MWM9mZjCjm8X18EAOqaYgkIY9XNfHYdAaPa_PO7bHql-c4GYicWfOyNWLBa7MA8ii5uGj0ZwDpjTkuVERSo2lMEqTHuXOohvoGzU/s674/Catalogue+copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="474" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMTAW7MTaJ98RI9RHYI8f0DYalpKg0hnn-RjwIrC_MWM9mZjCjm8X18EAOqaYgkIY9XNfHYdAaPa_PO7bHql-c4GYicWfOyNWLBa7MA8ii5uGj0ZwDpjTkuVERSo2lMEqTHuXOohvoGzU/w452-h640/Catalogue+copy.png" width="452" /></a></div><br /><br />Comte H. De Ch*** was Comte Henry De Chaponay (1811-1878), a member of the French Bibliophiles. <br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The 1797 edition of <i>La Messe de Gnide </i> was item number 457 of the sale. <br /><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJ5tbnb7D_TdGY0xmOwDVwrgjw9r5mLEk6j8BkXtju-MJhvN70nqmBakFqYMGY5F1D47OSZjWHBAu4QqaCpsoRhZjfZorso2LFzNtUhf_cRAaixMHxGva8lK2Lcs31Ky6hbN8Yp7kWHU/s629/Cat+Listing+copy.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="120" data-original-width="629" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJ5tbnb7D_TdGY0xmOwDVwrgjw9r5mLEk6j8BkXtju-MJhvN70nqmBakFqYMGY5F1D47OSZjWHBAu4QqaCpsoRhZjfZorso2LFzNtUhf_cRAaixMHxGva8lK2Lcs31Ky6hbN8Yp7kWHU/s600/Cat+Listing+copy.png" width="600" /></a></div><p></p></div><br /><br /><center><b>Translation</b></center><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><p style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #18191b; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 28px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;">457. La Messe de Gnide, posthumous work by C. Nobody (Labaume, followed by fragments of Vépres de Gnide, by the same, and of the Vigil of Venus). Geneva, 1797, in-24, mar. R. tr. Golden. Copy of Pixerécourt</span></p><p style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #18191b; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 28px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #18191b; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 28px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The attentive reader, who shall be known from here on in as <b>H</b>, took stock of the situation. When he first read about Nobody's erotic verse in <i>The Philobiblion, </i>he surmised that the erotic verse was so bad that the author didn't want to put his name to it. Yet, one of the former owners of this book of erotic verse was the famous French dramatist Rene-Charles Guilbert de Pixérécourt (1773-1844). <b>H </b>thought the price of 23 francs was too high, but then L. Potier was one of the most prominent booksellers in Paris, and nobody at the sale batted an eye at the price. All in all, <b>H </b>began to believe that Nobody was the pseudonym a notable author used for this piece of erotic verse. <b>H </b>decided to do a little research to prove his theory that Nobody was somebody of importance. Potier gave him a starting point by including the name Labaume in the catalogue listing of <i>La Messe de Gnide.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b>H </b>was a bookman who knew his way around books. He used the same reference book that Philes referred to in the original Nobody article, the <i>Dictionaire Hi<span>ſ</span>torique ou Biographie Univer<span>ſ</span>elle Cla<span>ſ</span><span>ſ</span>ique. </i>And under the name Labaume, <b>H</b> was referred to three other names in the <i>Dictionaire</i>: Achards, Baume, and Griffet. </div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRII5RcKgu84Haz1Af_Z6EvDFYgEgXdncFHdSitQOafSyquiJLAHriwhOZfVCmkXse6_eQBoGeyS-061klohg1gJwvZjR_zugvx0fcPqzS07IA60dur_AsFxGId6HgQ0yxHTQD6Ks5QVk/s787/LaBaume+copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="787" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRII5RcKgu84Haz1Af_Z6EvDFYgEgXdncFHdSitQOafSyquiJLAHriwhOZfVCmkXse6_eQBoGeyS-061klohg1gJwvZjR_zugvx0fcPqzS07IA60dur_AsFxGId6HgQ0yxHTQD6Ks5QVk/w640-h344/LaBaume+copy.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Under Achards, <b>H</b> found Éléazar Francois des Archards de La Baume, a French missionary who died in 1741.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRiHsrt70grAxPrTfB7Xs2Jdihx1vE6fz2x76YKPNyyCH__qbUguZ_-CC1JV8wN2FSOTLQNzgomwZRKw16YSNCSibU_CyEG3dAmNC_GMj01kXAGS8dxU0dxFCJpS6LpYUgbP9mJT5cAo/s643/Achards+copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="294" data-original-width="643" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRiHsrt70grAxPrTfB7Xs2Jdihx1vE6fz2x76YKPNyyCH__qbUguZ_-CC1JV8wN2FSOTLQNzgomwZRKw16YSNCSibU_CyEG3dAmNC_GMj01kXAGS8dxU0dxFCJpS6LpYUgbP9mJT5cAo/s16000/Achards+copy.png" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Under Baume, <b>H</b> found Antoine Melchior de la Baume a French statesman who died in 1794.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_NzHbQBgiNz_pQqB6cW8nGcyHKuopO3zGUsBCvRtxZpVZDU8Szk1UbJEJ5rekNZ_D4J1ik-Kv4IN0Q1kQ8Qp61fwOen0Oiy101rT_6HBOZFsUdqpsIAH7yOPov9Ey9xRd_lNtzpNKsY/s621/Baume+copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="621" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_NzHbQBgiNz_pQqB6cW8nGcyHKuopO3zGUsBCvRtxZpVZDU8Szk1UbJEJ5rekNZ_D4J1ik-Kv4IN0Q1kQ8Qp61fwOen0Oiy101rT_6HBOZFsUdqpsIAH7yOPov9Ey9xRd_lNtzpNKsY/w640-h558/Baume+copy.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And under Griffet, <b>H</b> found Antoine Gilbert Griffet De La Baume, who died in 1805, and his brother Charles, who died in 1800. Antoine translated a number of English and German books, and even wrote a comedy in verse. Charles was a literary man as well. But neither brother was identified in the <i>Dictionaire </i>as the author of <i>La Messe de Gnide</i>, or as Nobody, for that matter.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSsqHcRf93OwhzSDz6HVvpQ_zuSLVq91EKKtLd_DvAVsZIpzqlKHiOyhiVzgv9_jFKqNXF8Zjb0P8IhhWVEUHXD36OD63JG8ipJJk02lPa2yDiKq2h8HCY0E92UttwURyLqE73bR4mvlI/s788/gri.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="546" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSsqHcRf93OwhzSDz6HVvpQ_zuSLVq91EKKtLd_DvAVsZIpzqlKHiOyhiVzgv9_jFKqNXF8Zjb0P8IhhWVEUHXD36OD63JG8ipJJk02lPa2yDiKq2h8HCY0E92UttwURyLqE73bR4mvlI/w444-h640/gri.png" width="444" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><b>H </b>then decided to look the brothers up in a different reference book, the <i>Nouvelle Biographie Générale.</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-XwjBlWbMzddjm3Wh15hcudmKRPvr2BfLDUT08sJwoTtYj0zk-pDdONn7bSJs3jS-wPTX_s_5t6r-LwgL_bYQDzUeVB8z7fh3mAG9c5lSMAfp-kctuEQw1Ww1fuNsY9Z9Pl90MKF6Ex8/s644/Nouvelle.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="463" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-XwjBlWbMzddjm3Wh15hcudmKRPvr2BfLDUT08sJwoTtYj0zk-pDdONn7bSJs3jS-wPTX_s_5t6r-LwgL_bYQDzUeVB8z7fh3mAG9c5lSMAfp-kctuEQw1Ww1fuNsY9Z9Pl90MKF6Ex8/w289-h400/Nouvelle.png" width="289" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9yFc8HLIR7PC2tBWG4kXx2fsKg5HRt2jndKkhVbYKOgjjcJ5571hiyrOdWNydnAQ_D5vCcf8G1X_OnKK9dve5mbXPfqgX1DwAfX0QVc1YuOQtram4EGJbicqx-SCLyw6WQxIjJEoTfc/s677/Antoine.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="677" data-original-width="474" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9yFc8HLIR7PC2tBWG4kXx2fsKg5HRt2jndKkhVbYKOgjjcJ5571hiyrOdWNydnAQ_D5vCcf8G1X_OnKK9dve5mbXPfqgX1DwAfX0QVc1YuOQtram4EGJbicqx-SCLyw6WQxIjJEoTfc/w450-h640/Antoine.png" width="450" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi8cdHZLK6kKSFA1xtfFkpCBQ9G9tGMBzuUMDISwR8h9xkDS0x2uNdUngqsxUl9L-tkwdln1C0x9R0aWcUJ81xZ6oXdYkVSA0WMUuTt_U8fNHCOzu3tol7tFxqILVt_awalGiC6VydIdY/s814/Charles.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="814" data-original-width="551" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi8cdHZLK6kKSFA1xtfFkpCBQ9G9tGMBzuUMDISwR8h9xkDS0x2uNdUngqsxUl9L-tkwdln1C0x9R0aWcUJ81xZ6oXdYkVSA0WMUuTt_U8fNHCOzu3tol7tFxqILVt_awalGiC6VydIdY/w436-h640/Charles.png" width="436" /></a></div><br /><b>H </b>noted that this reference book<i> </i>spelt the surname of the brothers as Beaume. But it didn't matter to <b>H </b>because Nobody was finally somebody! The N<i>ouvelle Biographie Générale</i> attributed <i>La Messe de Gnide </i>to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antoine_Gilbert_Griffet_de_Labaume">Antoine Gilbert Griffet de Labeaume</a> (1756-1805).</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDD_ZCM5asYo1tEyWJuQ3SwC7pwC9o8fyxG6iZ8SBBAXjJ1800_GnJ3bZOwu4JrwCD4YCcunEi4HzhDdmzPhSGUUrT7XQAjTa86dFgEjiyWrhyw-djQa0euPxA7hNCKuBWPFSX2w3EiRM/s696/Griffet+2+copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="696" data-original-width="398" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDD_ZCM5asYo1tEyWJuQ3SwC7pwC9o8fyxG6iZ8SBBAXjJ1800_GnJ3bZOwu4JrwCD4YCcunEi4HzhDdmzPhSGUUrT7XQAjTa86dFgEjiyWrhyw-djQa0euPxA7hNCKuBWPFSX2w3EiRM/w366-h640/Griffet+2+copy.png" width="366" /></a></div></div><div><b style="font-style: italic;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="font-style: italic;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="font-style: italic;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="font-style: italic;"><br /></b></div><div><span>Completely satisfied with his research, </span><b style="font-style: italic;">H </b>submitted all he had learned about Nobody to the editor of <i>The Philobiblion, </i>signing his name as <b>H</b> at the bottom of the article.<b> </b> And under Miscellaneous Items, Philes published the article in the February 1863 issue of <i>The Philobiblion</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidyR2cYtGX3-OyO3uO5Vo-3sfpY5hPoqDnsLl8uJYL5qvlHx4hvyp3ctQso8IFXfPYBx5ebS17-wdWHcEgEjdpVe4JG40gsj9v0DPmHpO2GpC-AIUg3WxecBnIhfeGUk0F3johdfYAJ2A/s736/The+Philobiblion+Feb+1863+%25281%2529+copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="566" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidyR2cYtGX3-OyO3uO5Vo-3sfpY5hPoqDnsLl8uJYL5qvlHx4hvyp3ctQso8IFXfPYBx5ebS17-wdWHcEgEjdpVe4JG40gsj9v0DPmHpO2GpC-AIUg3WxecBnIhfeGUk0F3johdfYAJ2A/w492-h640/The+Philobiblion+Feb+1863+%25281%2529+copy.png" width="492" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhth0bn02FmFqCpmv10JMFhPT44eZYJYq4Ac-WCVrx8l-7_seYi8RrnPrIQ7bg2d8sCJw4C2yrzekG4ekbQE_Ng69boklBwHVs957TGxj-nZJj3bLKOP0zYZtNEIkXNIaU_KnRCVPtzQXk/s751/The+Philobiblion+Feb+1863+%25282%2529+copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="578" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhth0bn02FmFqCpmv10JMFhPT44eZYJYq4Ac-WCVrx8l-7_seYi8RrnPrIQ7bg2d8sCJw4C2yrzekG4ekbQE_Ng69boklBwHVs957TGxj-nZJj3bLKOP0zYZtNEIkXNIaU_KnRCVPtzQXk/w492-h640/The+Philobiblion+Feb+1863+%25282%2529+copy.png" width="492" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>Today, the Literary Remains of Antoine Gilbert Griffet de Labaume, AKA Nobody, namely <i>La Messe de Gnide, </i>can be printed on demand. Down thru the years the work has been reprinted in French several times, most notably in Brussels in 1881. The Belgian artist, Félicien Rops( 1833-1898) created an erotic frontispiece for the 1881 edition.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaQBlkoXZp4x8RRj52IGk_XGbX9tHCe74bX__zWwJP9v4uCrSBjYJmWhieZl0sOSlLU_8YxumDxjGaWU5dJNTrrBJb1TuWt_jMh55x3d1v7ApQDzbgAdkvlfI-gSxH6Z4I0gfHmWET2w/s538/1881+copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="538" data-original-width="313" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaQBlkoXZp4x8RRj52IGk_XGbX9tHCe74bX__zWwJP9v4uCrSBjYJmWhieZl0sOSlLU_8YxumDxjGaWU5dJNTrrBJb1TuWt_jMh55x3d1v7ApQDzbgAdkvlfI-gSxH6Z4I0gfHmWET2w/w372-h640/1881+copy.png" width="372" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJB8BZNvPW-nq4frpHktxS9WA-KXzP70yJKmx0aYY6vNl-pOILpIlaJMilMs7Il9SWKlhDnbvadqPOCy8L5dalgkelOEQKaK_kSEf83XD3dPOAYD9sKTwvJZM5WLDDINdNJkQ2Txlmjo/s513/frontispiece+1881.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="401" data-original-width="513" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJB8BZNvPW-nq4frpHktxS9WA-KXzP70yJKmx0aYY6vNl-pOILpIlaJMilMs7Il9SWKlhDnbvadqPOCy8L5dalgkelOEQKaK_kSEf83XD3dPOAYD9sKTwvJZM5WLDDINdNJkQ2Txlmjo/w640-h502/frontispiece+1881.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /></div></div></div></div>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-55646736684794621482021-04-26T07:36:00.000-04:002021-04-26T07:36:27.956-04:00Dr. Franklin Norwood Rogers: The Pediatrician Who Liked to Write Poems<p> William Carlos Williams (1883-1963) wasn't the only pediatrician in the last century who wrote poetry. Although he was nowhere near as well known as Williams, Franklin Norwood Rogers (1881-1956) wrote poetry as well. His poems have appeared in <i>The Medical Pickwick, The New Hampshire Troubadour, </i>and in <i>An Anthology of New Hampshire Poetry. </i>Moreover, his wife, Bernice Clough Rogers, published a book of his poetry after he died.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhko-JnpxJqSo9pLpKcqWJENQhu4RggaMlyfVpIfzEOGmlu3XzHy-u177q9tetHNyxVtMzkjWpb_LAoJlC8QZ6AM_Y2V2_DS0v2k6KZsvMNC9k1AEaLqQ6TOHfkRjbkgfflDH2_5qG4EQ4/s1597/rogers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1597" data-original-width="1104" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhko-JnpxJqSo9pLpKcqWJENQhu4RggaMlyfVpIfzEOGmlu3XzHy-u177q9tetHNyxVtMzkjWpb_LAoJlC8QZ6AM_Y2V2_DS0v2k6KZsvMNC9k1AEaLqQ6TOHfkRjbkgfflDH2_5qG4EQ4/w276-h400/rogers.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>If his appearance of lighthearted demeanor in the portrait above tells me anything about Franklin Norwood Rogers, it is that I expect his poems to be amusing and entertaining. And that's what most of his poems are. Here are some of his shorter ditties that appeared in the October 1920 issue of <i>The Medical Pickwick </i>under the name of F. N. Rogers.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLO0qDA0F5HKbwa7YFWp5QN-P1SOpoNyYBOw6BeOyQtVPu4S9gllyIM3Wq5Mw2OEUyuXhz9BVyKvAWTLVWei39JPl_k6ciuLkhDU0CKQUbdcEwfUkfENvpIYRs6xSA9Zg3PYKJFeQKm8/s838/Medical+Pickwick+Oct+1920.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="663" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLO0qDA0F5HKbwa7YFWp5QN-P1SOpoNyYBOw6BeOyQtVPu4S9gllyIM3Wq5Mw2OEUyuXhz9BVyKvAWTLVWei39JPl_k6ciuLkhDU0CKQUbdcEwfUkfENvpIYRs6xSA9Zg3PYKJFeQKm8/w507-h640/Medical+Pickwick+Oct+1920.png" width="507" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>According to the Manchester, N. H. Historical Association,Dr. Franklin Norwood Rogers (1881-1956) is said to be New Hampshire's first pediatrician. He graduated from Tufts Medical College, and then settled in Manchester, New Hampshire in 1905 where he joined the staff of Elliot Hospital in Manchester. Here he is in a group photo of the staff that was taken in 1932. Rogers is in the top row, the fourth man from the left or the right.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnWnik0V6XR_3A72FqByjiHVWm50E3CV9BRGa08GJ9JvfbGkiMOvr338vALZxZuPV_d7sTvZnP81KRSTz_EB_oKadQlIpZ1D-0CViDZ3f-GRrGcT_Hvf_yBxtMLw3rBoN9R1XvmyYdw4/s640/1972-141-191.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="487" data-original-width="640" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnWnik0V6XR_3A72FqByjiHVWm50E3CV9BRGa08GJ9JvfbGkiMOvr338vALZxZuPV_d7sTvZnP81KRSTz_EB_oKadQlIpZ1D-0CViDZ3f-GRrGcT_Hvf_yBxtMLw3rBoN9R1XvmyYdw4/w640-h490/1972-141-191.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Dr. Franklin N. Rogers participated in several discussions on <a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/JAMA/1AVHAQAAMAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=jama+%22franklin+n.+rogers%22&pg=PA2020&printsec=frontcover">childhood diseases </a> at the Sixty-Ninth Annual Session of the American Medical Association, held at Chicago in June, 1918.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjno6ldAbDrzVGdGk5MxAdqN6MbXv9fgf13e2weO-ZKPkQLElwRRDzs8DwotkdkjUUCsvpX_GsSxv5Uts6Mm5igHLSGtaN5yw2yv-GM4SQqysjoPXk2VHQsWCRIDgr4HylTOgIUOsmFgj8/s657/Screen+Shot+2021-04-24+at+2.18.28+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="158" data-original-width="657" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjno6ldAbDrzVGdGk5MxAdqN6MbXv9fgf13e2weO-ZKPkQLElwRRDzs8DwotkdkjUUCsvpX_GsSxv5Uts6Mm5igHLSGtaN5yw2yv-GM4SQqysjoPXk2VHQsWCRIDgr4HylTOgIUOsmFgj8/w640-h156/Screen+Shot+2021-04-24+at+2.18.28+PM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Here are two atta-boy newspaper clippings about him from <i>The Portsmouth Herald</i></p><p><br /></p><p> Jun 10, 1926</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjlwgmljIUc-O65kLSJapqXcS4eWq6XW6bW1kv_qArNuzyQwqpfMT5Gib3uHnZyCOUpu4rwJOaPkBy83qxC2swRMYUOhXhZuXlWS90cghgOagPcp3_jkRS1UV8sNSazyYHG70Q-LNNXU/s786/Portsmouth+Herald+Jun+10%252C+1926.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="473" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjlwgmljIUc-O65kLSJapqXcS4eWq6XW6bW1kv_qArNuzyQwqpfMT5Gib3uHnZyCOUpu4rwJOaPkBy83qxC2swRMYUOhXhZuXlWS90cghgOagPcp3_jkRS1UV8sNSazyYHG70Q-LNNXU/w386-h640/Portsmouth+Herald+Jun+10%252C+1926.png" width="386" /></a></div><div><br /></div><i> </i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> </i>Apr 9, 1937</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSIxjWifMGSx2gPsY27N3rgxW4sTl1wWPdD9R7QC2MQxeLZOQzg7wxc5449b1IcH5jWW-8I4JdJxq30oUgDLN_qJdI6xtambvq8k8SZ7TwSQ8MYTBdW-qKiP9zXJ4wB8kxeQ21qMPs-0/s265/Apr+9%252C+1937.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="79" data-original-width="265" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSIxjWifMGSx2gPsY27N3rgxW4sTl1wWPdD9R7QC2MQxeLZOQzg7wxc5449b1IcH5jWW-8I4JdJxq30oUgDLN_qJdI6xtambvq8k8SZ7TwSQ8MYTBdW-qKiP9zXJ4wB8kxeQ21qMPs-0/w640-h192/Apr+9%252C+1937.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Dr. Franklin Norwood Rogers was a descendent of Thomas Rogers (1571-1621), one of the Mayflower passengers. Franklin himself served as Governor of the Society of Mayflower Descendents in the State of New Hampshire from 1940 to 1942.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUsFfjPvp-2K1OaN0UT8EUE0NaQiCS3l1YdFto_FZFZ13J3JVuEYd5JEMe82_x9dV5xbu89LbGYWq6ZK8fnLWUakWOaouRKZLrYZPInuGJMO2hKWetqfmv0IU37L0BY2GedbpBnFXpBtI/s1206/gov.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="1206" height="445" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUsFfjPvp-2K1OaN0UT8EUE0NaQiCS3l1YdFto_FZFZ13J3JVuEYd5JEMe82_x9dV5xbu89LbGYWq6ZK8fnLWUakWOaouRKZLrYZPInuGJMO2hKWetqfmv0IU37L0BY2GedbpBnFXpBtI/w640-h445/gov.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Franklin's wife, Bernice Clough Rogers, was a descendent of John Clough (1614-1691) who sailed on the ship Elizabeth and arrived at Charles Town in the Plantation of Massachusetts in the summer of 1635. Bernice herself was one of the founders of the John Clough Genealogical Society in 1939, and served as its first Vice President. Her husband's poem, "A Pilgrim's Progress," serves as the frontispiece of Volume II of <i>The Genealogy of the Descendents of John Glough of Salisbury, Ma.</i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuv4aZn-EH2pMRUZ-1gU5ihT4rzT5MLLkviCuv_Edj2DD0pgcFWB2nUIlAthLdDX4t49QfjKBcEYaCJkPvTJHJ0Hz8tLGhWPy2N44KE9d0CDnV95xSUGZgcH7b-Z0RA1MJwMgBko02luo/s2048/Clough+Gen.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuv4aZn-EH2pMRUZ-1gU5ihT4rzT5MLLkviCuv_Edj2DD0pgcFWB2nUIlAthLdDX4t49QfjKBcEYaCJkPvTJHJ0Hz8tLGhWPy2N44KE9d0CDnV95xSUGZgcH7b-Z0RA1MJwMgBko02luo/w640-h480/Clough+Gen.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div>Franklin's poem, "White Church Spires," introduces the July 1951 issue of <i>The New Hampshire Troubadour:</i><br /><i><br /></i><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKVBFNfBHGmxvazgyHdQ6mZXuiigIU5PTI2wtqZwYwAeQCyycgk_WR0h212a-AZxE2wMC6t60QLmvq3HHrDmke47N8vhbFiAbFTI4mf1QQWA-YG8_YjgtkERImyJE_RkCQs1lBFJmbEQ/s891/1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="665" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKVBFNfBHGmxvazgyHdQ6mZXuiigIU5PTI2wtqZwYwAeQCyycgk_WR0h212a-AZxE2wMC6t60QLmvq3HHrDmke47N8vhbFiAbFTI4mf1QQWA-YG8_YjgtkERImyJE_RkCQs1lBFJmbEQ/s320/1.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGtn5sfTC-3Zsdlt3NWKm6oGYnaatwciUi3M4ta-bN5tF-9V_Wzk0FSxttj-9aJou7IiOPLT7JrQyQ9tbjm1j0C7JYFId-G01ppmQo3q196hHSZaMdaYZb28THveQX-4rQHoC8E8J-ow/s926/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="926" data-original-width="683" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGtn5sfTC-3Zsdlt3NWKm6oGYnaatwciUi3M4ta-bN5tF-9V_Wzk0FSxttj-9aJou7IiOPLT7JrQyQ9tbjm1j0C7JYFId-G01ppmQo3q196hHSZaMdaYZb28THveQX-4rQHoC8E8J-ow/w295-h400/2.png" width="295" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48lcaiABjBIEJ1k87rC3pzK-zbwN7risR0PsG2wi2KcvwMfU5LUOwP6NH6UsERyclqpe4iMzyzmC6-4YbUoJUsbPKW-GBafyqymjTC3xwfKG6DhUuYknBLVxT3B6WAHgogqwyBUX4j1Q/s914/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="679" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48lcaiABjBIEJ1k87rC3pzK-zbwN7risR0PsG2wi2KcvwMfU5LUOwP6NH6UsERyclqpe4iMzyzmC6-4YbUoJUsbPKW-GBafyqymjTC3xwfKG6DhUuYknBLVxT3B6WAHgogqwyBUX4j1Q/w476-h640/3.png" width="476" /></a></div><br /><p>His poem, "Compensation," graces the pages of the second edition of <i>An Anthology of New Hampshire Poetry, </i>published by the New Hampshire Federation of Women's Clubs in September 1938. I recently acquired a copy of this book from Ray Boas, a bookseller in Walpole, New Hampshire. I ended up buying two more books online from Ray Boas the next day, but that's another story.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpNQSmswlO_OPLuo-zvo40VvuNSROtTyXjGJMNEN_IJN-M4nr74Vm3H8PvGI3Mw8pwaGVPosfKRPzzzHmZd2Tm8iJqElFfIsIxJn46Pq_i2kH-0IhyphenhyphenZca3SOrxzfMvFZ1HdEZUXMN87o/s1821/Anthology.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1821" data-original-width="1279" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpNQSmswlO_OPLuo-zvo40VvuNSROtTyXjGJMNEN_IJN-M4nr74Vm3H8PvGI3Mw8pwaGVPosfKRPzzzHmZd2Tm8iJqElFfIsIxJn46Pq_i2kH-0IhyphenhyphenZca3SOrxzfMvFZ1HdEZUXMN87o/s320/Anthology.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJxJekulduibeVeuLgHJxQXCQEV9-Nsv8Mvx194cjvktRY6j-kgaA4Gki8FdV0fqWHylCPNVrQ_cA52kdt0QiDATeZUZQMP-gU8xxFMWP_H60G68X5VX3ckXmxn8iGYg6ouKM5gnlgQ0/s1770/Compensation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1113" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJxJekulduibeVeuLgHJxQXCQEV9-Nsv8Mvx194cjvktRY6j-kgaA4Gki8FdV0fqWHylCPNVrQ_cA52kdt0QiDATeZUZQMP-gU8xxFMWP_H60G68X5VX3ckXmxn8iGYg6ouKM5gnlgQ0/w402-h640/Compensation.jpg" width="402" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>I mentioned earlier that Franklin's wife published a book of his poems after he died. I have a vague memory of buying that book several years ago in a thrift store in or near Crystal River, Florida while toodling with the Harrises on a Friday. My friend Tom Harris passed away in April 2016, and, for the life of me, I can't remember if he was still alive when I bought this book! But buy it I did. And then I promptly lost it!</p><p>Now I have always been meticulous about cataloguing my recent acquisitions on Library Thing, usually the day or the day after I acquire them. And I even used to post lists of my recent acquisitions on my monthly biblio-connecting blog. But the Rogers book of poetry was nowhere to be found –– not in my Library Thing catalogue, or on my biblio-connecting blog, or in my library for that matter. I remembered that it was a thin book. And inserted in the book was a photo of the author along with a sheet of paper containing one of his poems. But I had that sick feeling that the book had slipped into the waste paper basket next to my desk.... I no longer have that sick feeling, for the book has miraculously reappeared in my library! It was snuggled in between two books on the bottom shelf of my Philology Collection that I hadn't looked at in years! How it got there, I do not know!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUwYjfEB3hvncnQfxY6Rf_xpRGOl2e9ihXshMagXX2Wa8m_cAQtQ4KpCSUPBSw2rXK_x0_Nn7Q94eDwmMQ5dXFKirb_BiHA2wlsnEL1zpLX6NcJk5LOCEuB04a0TTSx05TGLb-NaUtwU/s2048/IMG_5225.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1243" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUwYjfEB3hvncnQfxY6Rf_xpRGOl2e9ihXshMagXX2Wa8m_cAQtQ4KpCSUPBSw2rXK_x0_Nn7Q94eDwmMQ5dXFKirb_BiHA2wlsnEL1zpLX6NcJk5LOCEuB04a0TTSx05TGLb-NaUtwU/s320/IMG_5225.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XUX3hF1FyzycSGBncI9e6chfwSK00_YEFhCsUDS_jQLNMMUUZJqWGPDpsXTMr58pdxjLsczZdFGB8zZVHIZkskr6kkEHszB2jC5KEtM2HfZ2eWRwgpeyVqT9ojBpGDTbaMpd3Yi8VWE/s2048/IMG_5219.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1871" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XUX3hF1FyzycSGBncI9e6chfwSK00_YEFhCsUDS_jQLNMMUUZJqWGPDpsXTMr58pdxjLsczZdFGB8zZVHIZkskr6kkEHszB2jC5KEtM2HfZ2eWRwgpeyVqT9ojBpGDTbaMpd3Yi8VWE/w365-h400/IMG_5219.JPG" width="365" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQMS3IqFBXhzhstimLX_tDRrzcDNL0fGDhhyphenhyphenMND9prrsHMtSvaWFq4Mvri-491fDiX5GeLZX-xIEYMsVParNnhGgpZ0EM7x5mk0T1-rtdOykwi6t7jVbaNlJSiILfDAVyWBHIYJazn1E/s2048/IMG_5229.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1233" data-original-width="2048" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQMS3IqFBXhzhstimLX_tDRrzcDNL0fGDhhyphenhyphenMND9prrsHMtSvaWFq4Mvri-491fDiX5GeLZX-xIEYMsVParNnhGgpZ0EM7x5mk0T1-rtdOykwi6t7jVbaNlJSiILfDAVyWBHIYJazn1E/w640-h386/IMG_5229.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOi33RoWl7hzeXW_N2QsN_NnwmAHW21pOuBIoVXMrQpDpv7GFVkLqqdpG8P0M_E5YskC5S6tB26-2IkjDaTm6pl_dDqjpxvbbQ85-deAddRSj6MiLvjGBM9t9V46CdPKsYYzCcCyFEck/s2048/IMG_5231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1760" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOi33RoWl7hzeXW_N2QsN_NnwmAHW21pOuBIoVXMrQpDpv7GFVkLqqdpG8P0M_E5YskC5S6tB26-2IkjDaTm6pl_dDqjpxvbbQ85-deAddRSj6MiLvjGBM9t9V46CdPKsYYzCcCyFEck/s320/IMG_5231.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>And here's the photo of the author and the sheet with the typed poem:</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwpxYWKnD3pSsqQ8PiSjLfb35gOBEGeieRFKZAQjpBeK7VCvCHwsNSwRV_iy10HDrZUBRfa1GgftTlQPqwL8fDMNXJwrLIEeqiLe8zLsNfOuk2rbfWnSH7Cg8829AW3Pf2l2rBgaTR2ys/s1797/IMG_5224.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1797" data-original-width="1179" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwpxYWKnD3pSsqQ8PiSjLfb35gOBEGeieRFKZAQjpBeK7VCvCHwsNSwRV_iy10HDrZUBRfa1GgftTlQPqwL8fDMNXJwrLIEeqiLe8zLsNfOuk2rbfWnSH7Cg8829AW3Pf2l2rBgaTR2ys/w420-h640/IMG_5224.JPG" width="420" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTys2D4iLUSGTT5grpGenRju0SLZJKaZtfMPzWpx0y31kjmXT4ZYZQHt1XTfeAcNAn1X-QORw5RnRmAJQ2meKLGBgfwBhPkBys8if8Ogkgo3JMzd9tS2LUQB6UQABdMU7gvkw5_IOEBCo/s2048/IMG_5223.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1707" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTys2D4iLUSGTT5grpGenRju0SLZJKaZtfMPzWpx0y31kjmXT4ZYZQHt1XTfeAcNAn1X-QORw5RnRmAJQ2meKLGBgfwBhPkBys8if8Ogkgo3JMzd9tS2LUQB6UQABdMU7gvkw5_IOEBCo/w534-h640/IMG_5223.JPG" width="534" /></a></div><br /><p>Franklin's poem, "Pilgrim's Progress," is on the very first page of the book. "White Church Spires" is on page 3. And "Childhood Fantasy" is on page 19. All told there are 49 poems in the book. The very last poem in the book is "A Matter of Judgment."</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAFiAn9FbIHp5JY3Ps9MkzY0d8FMLIQo2cFacZrYmx_XL-sLtHzFYBF5VDZglkmJQOrxJgO80NUgznVGAzUYFWV_Li353gElAHmQhig33Mtd5NB0JFN_Fk8rL1h2Ma1sfn1BLVq9mNv50/s2048/IMG_5235.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1506" data-original-width="2048" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAFiAn9FbIHp5JY3Ps9MkzY0d8FMLIQo2cFacZrYmx_XL-sLtHzFYBF5VDZglkmJQOrxJgO80NUgznVGAzUYFWV_Li353gElAHmQhig33Mtd5NB0JFN_Fk8rL1h2Ma1sfn1BLVq9mNv50/w640-h470/IMG_5235.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p>I don't ever ever have to fret and worry about losing a copy of <i>Poems </i>by Dr. Franklin Norwood Rogers<i> </i>again! Why? Because I now have three copies!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHugxX-838fshAUKhdl1FUNSzt1-jnV9S2fkTQhiBQXjygE9oy6-lk86hdQniQ7zV1JD-w57OnqX6U7VXS3ZKuHu9mSWqFwFuuVxWVhl8_zeU96qVOjjzn_G8AckhaKr_20C-wFW3MXEI/s2580/IMG_5226.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1219" data-original-width="2580" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHugxX-838fshAUKhdl1FUNSzt1-jnV9S2fkTQhiBQXjygE9oy6-lk86hdQniQ7zV1JD-w57OnqX6U7VXS3ZKuHu9mSWqFwFuuVxWVhl8_zeU96qVOjjzn_G8AckhaKr_20C-wFW3MXEI/w640-h302/IMG_5226.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>One book I would like to have is a book – any book – from the private library of Dr. F. N. Rogers! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgyO9wf1q3WsGpnozBSbQQ6rJ7X8AaqIFdoyLq_say8__WX1dsMZVs_Dzf6TW46U3tFmBo8mFQcmo6GSWeo1z0Cr5ungxmNdA_dkMFO7Jm4iDORMQWtsfMQUD7wbuiMGIFXe_j7HCef6c/s300/bookstamp.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="139" data-original-width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgyO9wf1q3WsGpnozBSbQQ6rJ7X8AaqIFdoyLq_say8__WX1dsMZVs_Dzf6TW46U3tFmBo8mFQcmo6GSWeo1z0Cr5ungxmNdA_dkMFO7Jm4iDORMQWtsfMQUD7wbuiMGIFXe_j7HCef6c/s0/bookstamp.png" /></a></div><br /><p>According to the Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/usnationallibraryofmedicine?query=+2546084R.nlm.nih.gov&sin=">The National Library of Medicine</a> has his copy of <i>The Practice of Surgery </i>by Samuel Cooper.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64w9-SNgf3nExRN4zm6ZP2k2ZjNnvr5a4S0MOFCih1LEIe6zDj7Y5H8tpHKbD7VDZx8Tyz6AaikzfuO1f3dYBHq4_Ju_qIEG6eUWd5vUs9RuSk96eUHHEuobveXPby1FBqL6FxhpzDig/s572/tp.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="310" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64w9-SNgf3nExRN4zm6ZP2k2ZjNnvr5a4S0MOFCih1LEIe6zDj7Y5H8tpHKbD7VDZx8Tyz6AaikzfuO1f3dYBHq4_Ju_qIEG6eUWd5vUs9RuSk96eUHHEuobveXPby1FBqL6FxhpzDig/w216-h400/tp.png" width="216" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Rogers gave this book to Dr. George Sanford Foster, who, in turn, presented it to the United States Army Medical Library in Washington D. C.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4aDDtC7xq6gpk7ZrUBpjM8KgevMNycfRJva-XZzhJ2UNpTRdykVZ0o0iYsfRzJu8G2oo1GGKbWNHkhp5Y8yvmTWXgTg4xpJJAMnB2ArF_pT10bvIh3kh-QwoNlLeEMpBxM1ga8r5Ockg/s636/provenance.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="577" data-original-width="636" height="581" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4aDDtC7xq6gpk7ZrUBpjM8KgevMNycfRJva-XZzhJ2UNpTRdykVZ0o0iYsfRzJu8G2oo1GGKbWNHkhp5Y8yvmTWXgTg4xpJJAMnB2ArF_pT10bvIh3kh-QwoNlLeEMpBxM1ga8r5Ockg/w640-h581/provenance.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>For my readers in New Hampshire, if you happen to come across a book with the book stamp of Dr. F. N. Rogers, please contact me right here on this very blog!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-70082543553319831552021-03-31T07:50:00.001-04:002021-04-01T16:38:11.169-04:00A Second Virtual Tour of My Mary Hyde Collection<p>On June 30, 2012, I took my blog viewers on <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2012/06/virtual-tour-of-my-mary-hyde-collection.html">a virtual tour of my extensive Mary Hyde Collection</a>. Since then I have added more books and various pieces of ephemera to the collection. And today I will give a Second Virtual Tour of My Mary Hyde Collection.</p><p><br /></p><p> Today is the last day of March, Women's History Month. And I will begin the tour with a book containing the conversations of the Bluestockings, some rather famous English ladies from the latter part of the eighteenth century: <i>Conversations, or, the Bas Bleu. Addressed to Mrs. Hyde.</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0luaLbwPBN9lNK-EDBvASk1-UjFMoO5OBUCWC7ODDQuq3d1b9EiEzhz4hYU9wwF_ug6g1FGl-QwyqFu_i87BZAzPgqyb18jGOkZwVPJieNoyfIYwhOErkCgVvZNgDuXFN5tOWaCg2BE/s2048/IMG_5176.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1613" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0luaLbwPBN9lNK-EDBvASk1-UjFMoO5OBUCWC7ODDQuq3d1b9EiEzhz4hYU9wwF_ug6g1FGl-QwyqFu_i87BZAzPgqyb18jGOkZwVPJieNoyfIYwhOErkCgVvZNgDuXFN5tOWaCg2BE/w316-h400/IMG_5176.JPG" width="316" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i><p></p> <div>Loosely inserted in this book is The Address to Mrs. Hyde by Sidney Ives. He was the former owner of the "find" I mentioned in <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2009/10/unexpected-find-in-umatilla-florida.html">An Unexpected Find in Umatilla, Florida</a>, which was my very first post to My Sentimental Library blog.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_QdStSqPaVfMe8Sw20Yknh_VqsM9fpyA3ty5woOdY9jnOieFpBFtVVfe4s40ZDtGpkavAoEPRNxFQZ0PSj4_PDjWegVt-m6JGbmk_kx9hcnzdO1y6Zkv0wt0TegALasLLmoUKwake9k/s2048/IMG_5178.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1573" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_QdStSqPaVfMe8Sw20Yknh_VqsM9fpyA3ty5woOdY9jnOieFpBFtVVfe4s40ZDtGpkavAoEPRNxFQZ0PSj4_PDjWegVt-m6JGbmk_kx9hcnzdO1y6Zkv0wt0TegALasLLmoUKwake9k/w492-h640/IMG_5178.JPG" width="492" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><center>This bookplate of my Mary Hyde Collection was long overdue!</center><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzF16LqhC9tPbCgsWDNRZL1qZ1G_BZisf5izrorf3QsiBCPvtwaYSvs1JbMQJ7ekoTz_D6_3fD2ItjujjqH6iCXKskKa3DqAsCOEDtSHroFwRhCq6C8-GoqNELC1txpYxSm1h0mwJo-I/s1344/unnamed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="961" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzF16LqhC9tPbCgsWDNRZL1qZ1G_BZisf5izrorf3QsiBCPvtwaYSvs1JbMQJ7ekoTz_D6_3fD2ItjujjqH6iCXKskKa3DqAsCOEDtSHroFwRhCq6C8-GoqNELC1txpYxSm1h0mwJo-I/w286-h400/unnamed.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I contemplated about selecting a bookplate for my library in my February 2013 post to my <a href="https://contemplationsofmoibibliomaniac.blogspot.com/2013/02/on-selecting-bookplate-for-my-library.html">Contemplations of MoiBibliomaniac</a> blog. One of the four bookplates I was considering included the portraits of three authors whose books I collected, Samuel Johnson, William Shakespeare, and Mary Hyde.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuJjjYkcXiJ9CM_7jgrbODHTldknvBLWAhnXfXYKvJHXOSNJ02RikEm3yEYQARzp3hefPfzLJvCEGAj8mfzt-uwl1Wd5ol7yMP5oD6IGGi6_gQSBseFmhKXVVcHj7fefDBUSpBCrNFQY/s362/The+Library+of+Moibibliomaniac4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="254" data-original-width="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuJjjYkcXiJ9CM_7jgrbODHTldknvBLWAhnXfXYKvJHXOSNJ02RikEm3yEYQARzp3hefPfzLJvCEGAj8mfzt-uwl1Wd5ol7yMP5oD6IGGi6_gQSBseFmhKXVVcHj7fefDBUSpBCrNFQY/s320/The+Library+of+Moibibliomaniac4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />I still hadn't selected a bookplate for my library four years later. But in May 2017, I decided to create separate bookplates for two of my collections. My friend Charles Brown greatly improved upon the bookplate of my Mary Hyde Collection. Keeping portraits of Shakespeare and Johnson was a no-brainer; Mary Hyde was a Shakespeare collector before she became a Samuel Johnson Collector. I pasted the bookplate in a spare set of <i><a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/4635487/details/25100938">Four Oaks Farm</a> </i>and <i><a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/5683651/details/25100853">Four Oaks Library</a></i> that I donated for the silent auction at the season-ending banquet of the Florida Bibliophile Society that month.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkQ-5Qom88-ZcWvaqsoN8TbZHmlmzsXsXMoAhESIEBCa_NBPp7ejeaPd-_fXYKuiAHQePBANaqgkNWd4Jyt8D24W3oEzuyQWpBhrEwz_34dvbYpg75dh5q3-Y3hz5SQYCbtA5ZOTEXjs/s2048/spare.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkQ-5Qom88-ZcWvaqsoN8TbZHmlmzsXsXMoAhESIEBCa_NBPp7ejeaPd-_fXYKuiAHQePBANaqgkNWd4Jyt8D24W3oEzuyQWpBhrEwz_34dvbYpg75dh5q3-Y3hz5SQYCbtA5ZOTEXjs/w640-h480/spare.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div>I've pasted this bookplate in many of the books that I displayed in the first virtual tour of my Mary Hyde Collection, and in some of the books I've added to the collection since then. I have yet to paste a bookplate in my most recent addition, a magnificent gift from my friend David Launderville: <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1uBD3WHK473iDVfQCxMq6Acd-ggQkF00v/view?usp=sharing">Friends in the Library</a>. It is a bound copy of a speech Mary Hyde gave at the Bodleian Library in Oxford on June 24, 1969. The speech was about friends of libraries, including the friends of the Hyde Library.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJevGO9kevO2SHVgCaVsYi6PMTq71iRkR7wm0P0PTtyL77gzrGCc72DJw8kDi0Pd2BK8q5_2B5kmkCEIEs1hCo5wPeocSUV2q3F1suliBcoaXsoJjuWVxjB4Emuzytam-gkmqDOU29BEI/s2048/friends.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJevGO9kevO2SHVgCaVsYi6PMTq71iRkR7wm0P0PTtyL77gzrGCc72DJw8kDi0Pd2BK8q5_2B5kmkCEIEs1hCo5wPeocSUV2q3F1suliBcoaXsoJjuWVxjB4Emuzytam-gkmqDOU29BEI/w640-h480/friends.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Mary Hyde's talk, which was typed on note cards, contains manuscript revisions to the speech in her hand. Someone, possibly her secretary, Mrs. Ternan, made photocopies of the typescript note cards and then had them bound together in book form. Typescript note cards were created for several of Mary Hyde's speeches, but the typescript note cards for this speech may have been the only ones that were bound in book form. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOD1EM172gmaIH6fK63lLaPaMdkk4ch8bmNj7jOiuDXXHgPnxj9Q6S4MY3gliAv_lEiNfHMi1ql7WnK8SJaZBfX6XyOKCmwwXrjH917HqLmBmjZg9EhXp_SYtX9f5r-yT5KNT1FNdt6s/s2048/index+cards.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOD1EM172gmaIH6fK63lLaPaMdkk4ch8bmNj7jOiuDXXHgPnxj9Q6S4MY3gliAv_lEiNfHMi1ql7WnK8SJaZBfX6XyOKCmwwXrjH917HqLmBmjZg9EhXp_SYtX9f5r-yT5KNT1FNdt6s/w480-h640/index+cards.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div>A copy of this speech does not appear in the <a href="https://hollisarchives.lib.harvard.edu/repositories/24/archival_objects/804358">Mary Hyde Eccles Papers</a> at the Houghton Library. Most likely, this book was part of the sale of books about books to Oak Knoll Books by Gabriel Austin at the dispersal of the Hyde Library in 2003 or 2004. David Launderville, who was a friend and regular customer of Bob Fleck's, bought it not long afterwards. And recently, he thought the book belonged in my Mary Hyde Collection. David is one of the readers of My Sentimental Library blog. </div><div><br /></div><div>The Hartford lawyer and former partner at Robinson & Cole, Robert H. Smith, is one of my blog readers as well. And when he saw that I had become a member of the PLA (Private Libraries Association) in 2019 he copied my address down and sent an obit of Mary Viscountess Eccles (Hyde––Mary Morley Crapo) for my collection. The obit appeared in the Summer 2004 issue of the <i>Social Register Observer.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5QEjq3DBSWy0K4xVpMxHpl7K0CHrValmtpuiOZEWi7KAUG6ThlBL-2i4wXIj9RO2cu-Q-fr1xQu2GrJA0hTA-Dvxd82h4k9jlmlwH5zT2P_9Uu9Pd5Q4cuT25DQwC2E38MXl4dIAJNU/s1700/robert.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1638" data-original-width="1700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5QEjq3DBSWy0K4xVpMxHpl7K0CHrValmtpuiOZEWi7KAUG6ThlBL-2i4wXIj9RO2cu-Q-fr1xQu2GrJA0hTA-Dvxd82h4k9jlmlwH5zT2P_9Uu9Pd5Q4cuT25DQwC2E38MXl4dIAJNU/s600/robert.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVWYEaJvYbapcYYTIA_sfkNPmSMa5qgrxNDcwYWVMyBckJo7eL6HHYfo4h4N2a5Y1eR1XI8T0NO02CLSgS9Dv4yZF3L-uPFBFJf2tT_hseyMptoOhpNi_JXxbzSuJItuOrLkFehqExDDg/s1941/IMG_5185.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1941" data-original-width="1807" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVWYEaJvYbapcYYTIA_sfkNPmSMa5qgrxNDcwYWVMyBckJo7eL6HHYfo4h4N2a5Y1eR1XI8T0NO02CLSgS9Dv4yZF3L-uPFBFJf2tT_hseyMptoOhpNi_JXxbzSuJItuOrLkFehqExDDg/w598-h640/IMG_5185.JPG" width="598" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6NexfmYopg1LgLF_cef3T0N9BFHQULl9kQkXgDMHP1n8H4aIIYELh7hd_GfrwVQ73f-kY3g6QUnAFLYI9Q7-KutBoX_UGu5PXEFbtWhNXsV7z9WScBB3Q_H4oGWzZ-9MvsKH63YDgpM/s2048/IMG_5186.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6NexfmYopg1LgLF_cef3T0N9BFHQULl9kQkXgDMHP1n8H4aIIYELh7hd_GfrwVQ73f-kY3g6QUnAFLYI9Q7-KutBoX_UGu5PXEFbtWhNXsV7z9WScBB3Q_H4oGWzZ-9MvsKH63YDgpM/w640-h480/IMG_5186.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i><div>Another blog reader of mine, Bob Mueller of Robert Mueller Books, Bellingham, Washington, was culling his book collections and decided to give me his copy of Gabriel Austin's <i>Grolier Club Iter Italicum. </i>Donald Hyde was President of the Grolier Club at the time, and Mary Hyde accompanied him on the tour of Italy.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXTWeFJmCDymjxfTUOBUCmOUE75yg7PVGbWnDmAi9lLHTiGnNqdKNuZ_KeRiqJuzy6JXbrvbzdlKkdmqomq8jEc4d__MobDJYz2NY-Os6CyHRAg86kfVmbR5JeTGkObpLOzu64BAVnCw/s400/IMG_4865.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="166" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXTWeFJmCDymjxfTUOBUCmOUE75yg7PVGbWnDmAi9lLHTiGnNqdKNuZ_KeRiqJuzy6JXbrvbzdlKkdmqomq8jEc4d__MobDJYz2NY-Os6CyHRAg86kfVmbR5JeTGkObpLOzu64BAVnCw/w166-h400/IMG_4865.JPG" width="166" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My Australian friend John Byrne ––and another lawyer at that ––sent several items for my Mary Hyde Collection, including the menu for the Bi-Centenary Banquet of the Johnson Society in 1984. Mrs. Donald F. Hyde, the Past President of the Johnson Society, gave the toast to the immortal memory of Doctor Samuel Johnson.</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGd5EbymFbQ9IywDN6KLy-nxVcV8S9CDdt9zHB_Kb49bNq1vwHc2QAdgSafzhz9xnxi2yVn_G5P8bOUEicGzFm1vut5T-C75dt3BH23A-KzWsCBhrvDDomCDgHwHVtL3EfWtHomctobQ/s2048/IMG_5173.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1101" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGd5EbymFbQ9IywDN6KLy-nxVcV8S9CDdt9zHB_Kb49bNq1vwHc2QAdgSafzhz9xnxi2yVn_G5P8bOUEicGzFm1vut5T-C75dt3BH23A-KzWsCBhrvDDomCDgHwHVtL3EfWtHomctobQ/w216-h400/IMG_5173.JPG" width="216" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7kkFjPlxB4CRMHnT4oZlCC2ccF5bIVxgjTlAUe5AjTXMuT7Tb7eMc6vgzfWByfdgS17s3BT2YFr_eYb6MdTb4Ezj0Cz3Ve8HJMZUJMDOp26JpvG3spalDp52C80iv9VNV_DVx_1bRHSo/s2048/IMG_5174.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1456" data-original-width="2048" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7kkFjPlxB4CRMHnT4oZlCC2ccF5bIVxgjTlAUe5AjTXMuT7Tb7eMc6vgzfWByfdgS17s3BT2YFr_eYb6MdTb4Ezj0Cz3Ve8HJMZUJMDOp26JpvG3spalDp52C80iv9VNV_DVx_1bRHSo/w640-h456/IMG_5174.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPzaxYoAF63JpIzRDwtXj-9UjJ10a79WpV1V1Lwd9OFO3pCC2lVVPR7NEZtLAUTNATKvcmlcSjDEYpw2bj3eIWZHS-A9oiyZC3sIowSriQ8vfEKmVXj4hnwVNzpIhiD0Mg2W27OBX9P84/s2048/IMG_5175.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1719" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPzaxYoAF63JpIzRDwtXj-9UjJ10a79WpV1V1Lwd9OFO3pCC2lVVPR7NEZtLAUTNATKvcmlcSjDEYpw2bj3eIWZHS-A9oiyZC3sIowSriQ8vfEKmVXj4hnwVNzpIhiD0Mg2W27OBX9P84/w538-h640/IMG_5175.JPG" width="538" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><div>Another item John game me for my collection was the Order of Service for the Memorial Service held for Mary, Viscountess Eccles held at St. Dunstan-in-the-West in London on December 3, 2003.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCzdeXIyBvStLjEy9pVaIdJyguJfDj-yF46zacnhkwvSMj7vQXqzPT9j5IW1eYq1wufjHMZ3rfzdGPBTCgFUTWPu1ZQ35nnYqFsSwiyLx5TcLgZc4CJR3JeiHt44uWncgGg8fQJFvn5XA/s2048/IMG_5181.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1507" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCzdeXIyBvStLjEy9pVaIdJyguJfDj-yF46zacnhkwvSMj7vQXqzPT9j5IW1eYq1wufjHMZ3rfzdGPBTCgFUTWPu1ZQ35nnYqFsSwiyLx5TcLgZc4CJR3JeiHt44uWncgGg8fQJFvn5XA/s320/IMG_5181.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div>My friend the Boswell scholar Terry Seymour has added to my collection as well. In April of last year he gave me a copy of <i>Re-Collecting Donald and Mary Hyde: Untold Stories from Their Private Archive</i> by William Zachs.<i> </i>This lecture, which occurred on Dec. 9, 2009, was the Fourth Breslauer Lecture given at the Grolier Club.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZyu6KDdbWJWruWg-XvTo5V60JkUyMdX5n5AOMvmLC4XFVlleZmcphjujFVuCllYHhVmCMu__TqDOMTMdmChF4ouFoKUEeWB0Oj_uA89RXTSiA3m0ASjCJXx8qJcHdTKr2b5tOHVIm-c/s1215/5cf68f36d4c57ce5968536b75674345412f5945_v5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1215" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZyu6KDdbWJWruWg-XvTo5V60JkUyMdX5n5AOMvmLC4XFVlleZmcphjujFVuCllYHhVmCMu__TqDOMTMdmChF4ouFoKUEeWB0Oj_uA89RXTSiA3m0ASjCJXx8qJcHdTKr2b5tOHVIm-c/w298-h400/5cf68f36d4c57ce5968536b75674345412f5945_v5.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Just recently I acquired a copy of the keepsake <i>Dr. Johnson's Life in Scenes </i>from Terry. These were reproductions of leaves from the manuscript of Boswell's <i>LOJ. </i>Mary Hyde wrote the Forward to the keepsake.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrJ7NrKGrw_yuFUjzfEyOAwPak24n7-OzR4LIWZlmwlHoWzOiTUxWVLargF6TNc0sNTyBSdF5opKVaKTcku2vgTh6oOCFDfdHXMt5yw6Ys0kQtLHzuXsGmfkbhr2okH7fPqv_cJ4a1kw/s900/9f61c74f3d8e78a5969647277674345412f5945_v5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="695" data-original-width="900" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrJ7NrKGrw_yuFUjzfEyOAwPak24n7-OzR4LIWZlmwlHoWzOiTUxWVLargF6TNc0sNTyBSdF5opKVaKTcku2vgTh6oOCFDfdHXMt5yw6Ys0kQtLHzuXsGmfkbhr2okH7fPqv_cJ4a1kw/w400-h309/9f61c74f3d8e78a5969647277674345412f5945_v5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Terry, who at one time lived near Four Oaks Farm, corresponded with Mary Hyde and would send her newspaper clippings that he thought would be of interest to her.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAI124QrSrJTkefg-DGlYh8tPo5LdvUaBhCLhyphenhyphenSImbXz56PamgyrY4VVWj788tko7i3EKiy0YyRs5LlGTgVX0dg6mLQzwpdww1pXk0mXQ4pkPFoaInvRXfJNb_WE_wUkU0v9Q39ZswabM/s2048/IMG_5182.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1450" data-original-width="2048" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAI124QrSrJTkefg-DGlYh8tPo5LdvUaBhCLhyphenhyphenSImbXz56PamgyrY4VVWj788tko7i3EKiy0YyRs5LlGTgVX0dg6mLQzwpdww1pXk0mXQ4pkPFoaInvRXfJNb_WE_wUkU0v9Q39ZswabM/w640-h456/IMG_5182.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>In July 2004, I bought Mary Hyde's copy of Lawrence Clark Powell's book <i>Ex Libris</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNZNUPHLSNjNeVt79s45Qb0lMOhKTvzHq5rl5cnYolNx9cEHVVCn2HP4EoqYSVmXrF2EkBaExjeSnwofzfHITqioXyGhXFXYE0BIoNzHNHVhQ277By9aMXF40I5FED9RLHspptJ_xo1A/s1956/IMG_5189.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1356" data-original-width="1956" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNZNUPHLSNjNeVt79s45Qb0lMOhKTvzHq5rl5cnYolNx9cEHVVCn2HP4EoqYSVmXrF2EkBaExjeSnwofzfHITqioXyGhXFXYE0BIoNzHNHVhQ277By9aMXF40I5FED9RLHspptJ_xo1A/s320/IMG_5189.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYTj3LuQCsj0N90rWbDCEpWmOxVS9_QXMXm-aAhpXFqBG4VQbbE8PHP9PqFb47HMvTGdQK6M5I8_a_1kxR9i-LWp1ofongirO-8S3aBNjc0uV6qAd_lvh1YhMwDI6VC30dplq9Grpi1Q/s1706/IMG_5192.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1287" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYTj3LuQCsj0N90rWbDCEpWmOxVS9_QXMXm-aAhpXFqBG4VQbbE8PHP9PqFb47HMvTGdQK6M5I8_a_1kxR9i-LWp1ofongirO-8S3aBNjc0uV6qAd_lvh1YhMwDI6VC30dplq9Grpi1Q/s320/IMG_5192.JPG" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxh6qMJvcxLGV_VnZAyEvkcxNqLFRPVNPdSFTh3VtAIPyrvIraIizXDP3CbwrZBhuRv3f-Bk58RLXhg88JmeEthVlDl1OpbBTbXjuj1ktLMaNN8Ju9fr2Zwn6vpuzGZN52KnOA7mWGzI/s1537/IMG_5191.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="1154" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxh6qMJvcxLGV_VnZAyEvkcxNqLFRPVNPdSFTh3VtAIPyrvIraIizXDP3CbwrZBhuRv3f-Bk58RLXhg88JmeEthVlDl1OpbBTbXjuj1ktLMaNN8Ju9fr2Zwn6vpuzGZN52KnOA7mWGzI/w242-h320/IMG_5191.JPG" width="242" /></a></div><br /><div>I gave this copy to my friend Jan in September 2004, along with a rather extensive presentation of sorts about its provenance that I pasted to the front pastedown: from Powell to Mary Hyde, to Gabriel Austin, to the Brooklyn bookseller Joe Maynard, to me, and then to my friend Jan. Three years later, when I was desperately waiting for my disability retirement from the Postal Service to be approved, Jan bought My Sentimental Airman Collection <i>en bloc</i> for her husband who was an aviation enthusiast.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOpsDPWtyWGaiB-utl6M_VatSL23SToPLOMahC1YfiRk9MfdxQUcuSsH8Qte6-95qN9HWRrpv56pv5kNzbZ9vzg-0mBqoEXmy3DeviEox7d84hky3T0xPjMwp_TR0uzlh-S8YrRcfOHMg/s2048/IMG_5190.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1076" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOpsDPWtyWGaiB-utl6M_VatSL23SToPLOMahC1YfiRk9MfdxQUcuSsH8Qte6-95qN9HWRrpv56pv5kNzbZ9vzg-0mBqoEXmy3DeviEox7d84hky3T0xPjMwp_TR0uzlh-S8YrRcfOHMg/w336-h640/IMG_5190.JPG" width="336" /></a></div><br /><div>In November 2014, Mary Hyde's copy of <i>Ex Libris </i>found another home. The shelves of one of Jan's sturdy oak bookcases had collapsed, and her books were spread out across the floor. She figured it was way past time to cull some of her collections, and <i>Ex Libris</i> came back to my library.</div><div><br /></div><div>I bought three more books for my Mary Hyde Collection from Joe Maynard in April 2020. But now he was located in Trumbull, Ct.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1yokQb_-nHmb7V42F26DInq2bUdmLjxXooLxGCy9PeytwAa0OYGSsaiol_-yczKyXTxp7M-F59qevHLu8qgVXV9zjyul0PpIxNPLZo5D2WutR2bssz2z1_yuk994qzSsXJCP9pmgKOA/s2048/IMG_5195.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1404" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1yokQb_-nHmb7V42F26DInq2bUdmLjxXooLxGCy9PeytwAa0OYGSsaiol_-yczKyXTxp7M-F59qevHLu8qgVXV9zjyul0PpIxNPLZo5D2WutR2bssz2z1_yuk994qzSsXJCP9pmgKOA/s320/IMG_5195.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj269mcCQuQ74wggFHrxNDY2tfvWcFb8_ZoMlKq5iWLD8fTQ_Pr_w09cb-b__HpjeTGVvOnVQba0cpiiN0wAlPikW9S6fwf7uFYNYXOUG_7w3aKZmSJVOh8mRgfQmTu8rlpjxXjMBDgJvs/s2048/IMG_5196.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1552" data-original-width="2048" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj269mcCQuQ74wggFHrxNDY2tfvWcFb8_ZoMlKq5iWLD8fTQ_Pr_w09cb-b__HpjeTGVvOnVQba0cpiiN0wAlPikW9S6fwf7uFYNYXOUG_7w3aKZmSJVOh8mRgfQmTu8rlpjxXjMBDgJvs/w640-h484/IMG_5196.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsj6NIJnU6-2sgx8HyJ32ot27A8-4bJ9tAbGs_m2kbyCfc5MyW3vYiw2svlL_xz2CW3bvIK2pD-w0UU5Bbj8R_C9kz8MESGOtc-1RhoHy-hTZLGcG-4v3nnyIoZ2SfAHedWoWv0gQtElw/s2048/IMG_5198.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1964" data-original-width="2048" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsj6NIJnU6-2sgx8HyJ32ot27A8-4bJ9tAbGs_m2kbyCfc5MyW3vYiw2svlL_xz2CW3bvIK2pD-w0UU5Bbj8R_C9kz8MESGOtc-1RhoHy-hTZLGcG-4v3nnyIoZ2SfAHedWoWv0gQtElw/w640-h614/IMG_5198.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is a play written by a nun about a grandfather who strives to find and save his granddaughter who has fled from a life of holiness for a sinful life in a house of ill repute. Lord David Eccles, Mary Hyde's second husband, gave this book to Mary Hyde.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cP8vvGMRZs6yu5TPeOsz-SvYFvjI_zvmYkKcXI6SjtBQ6SqY6pdGTeye0xyfmHozD5D7JkGnpvm7QayFc6Lp6lWmiyGkVvg0Ih6VOC9Zl2_nY8WmFgmeEAxkNcZOMWEHMHoz-Bt1_wM/s2048/IMG_5197.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1497" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cP8vvGMRZs6yu5TPeOsz-SvYFvjI_zvmYkKcXI6SjtBQ6SqY6pdGTeye0xyfmHozD5D7JkGnpvm7QayFc6Lp6lWmiyGkVvg0Ih6VOC9Zl2_nY8WmFgmeEAxkNcZOMWEHMHoz-Bt1_wM/w468-h640/IMG_5197.JPG" width="468" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The Hroswitha Club, of which Mary Hyde was member, was named after Roswitha.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOdd3qonWY6yL1nG6resUmBunbFerMGNpJDh38YNSIf6dWK8maOmfamEL6cTXx1BUdx1GRGU21fDWLRoUIwkgR1g_nCJJHkkVTZDXjcz1QMQ2bVsU5iyG-o8mLNfA6UZcba6ZynXQMEE/s2048/IMG_5199.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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The author gave this copy of the book to Donald Hyde on the occasion of his being a guest at the Grolier Club on October 13, 1964. Accompanying the book was a letter to Donald Hyde from Auchincloss thanking him for a letter and remarking, "I was particularly touched that you and Mary should have read my book aloud over your 25th anniversary."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQ_OQiw0e5cK3GcM3ww6N12fC5eeigRdtCR2sDh7eCsGhI_nNoo_Z5_pHuV8s0WrHcEvuA6ze3dgWSYO_ZqHVfMc6OdXhyphenhyphen1XGxZsIEdRWKtU_bO9jxwdpDd0DJGHAiCbCvmQge7Ue9Xw/s320/IMG_4879.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQ_OQiw0e5cK3GcM3ww6N12fC5eeigRdtCR2sDh7eCsGhI_nNoo_Z5_pHuV8s0WrHcEvuA6ze3dgWSYO_ZqHVfMc6OdXhyphenhyphen1XGxZsIEdRWKtU_bO9jxwdpDd0DJGHAiCbCvmQge7Ue9Xw/s0/IMG_4879.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqGzw7U-mqfHTWZbByF_OxjCAedTmlMf-klIV4nR0DYL6ePJKoP86E2AXqARHJWGRBp1v7QPkYGSjWsuFPY0C_l-2sPYh7qNw3wRzUwE-ndnR-dHuK3rhpYa9X0FvzUe2ZedlISUoKIo/s640/IMG_4880.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="345" data-original-width="640" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqGzw7U-mqfHTWZbByF_OxjCAedTmlMf-klIV4nR0DYL6ePJKoP86E2AXqARHJWGRBp1v7QPkYGSjWsuFPY0C_l-2sPYh7qNw3wRzUwE-ndnR-dHuK3rhpYa9X0FvzUe2ZedlISUoKIo/w640-h346/IMG_4880.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>By far my largest acquisition of books for my Mary Hyde Collection in the last ten years came from the Arthur A. Houghton Jr .Library, Corning Community College, sometimes called "The Other Houghton Library." In 2013, the library staff was preparing for a major renovation of the library and would be deaccessioning some of their books, including some books from the Tucker Brooke Collection. One of the librarians had read my June 2012 post, A Virtual Tour of My Mary Hyde Collection and mentioned me to her library director. I was offered some of the deaccessioned books if I was willing to pay the postage! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3TrbBok4NSOnNkmeFUedQh4VrDAkvCUDdNPSCMb7NAZwOe5z6lT-HYCacnMyLpceX2X0To5u-8mYtLBrq2GSYKbNLn9GhLLn1d4z_1l5K_fgtJYkGJJT2D4raS_myBfN2TCP0ER48qU/s2048/IMG_5193.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1410" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3TrbBok4NSOnNkmeFUedQh4VrDAkvCUDdNPSCMb7NAZwOe5z6lT-HYCacnMyLpceX2X0To5u-8mYtLBrq2GSYKbNLn9GhLLn1d4z_1l5K_fgtJYkGJJT2D4raS_myBfN2TCP0ER48qU/s320/IMG_5193.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPiedGmNNK3xGuw84NbXrAgXEQluDTdMPNWEyb305Ra14hlSn-9rlEMf1pb1mht6itPdlYoT54c9-rWl4Q4929NYpOPF1UU8rSwY7vGXv8Vs1fIZLPrfgpBlLLKzPieOgs3nbKap-YvY0/s2048/IMG_5194.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1427" data-original-width="2048" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPiedGmNNK3xGuw84NbXrAgXEQluDTdMPNWEyb305Ra14hlSn-9rlEMf1pb1mht6itPdlYoT54c9-rWl4Q4929NYpOPF1UU8rSwY7vGXv8Vs1fIZLPrfgpBlLLKzPieOgs3nbKap-YvY0/w640-h446/IMG_5194.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I received the books on October 3, 2013, and wrote about the provenance history of one of the books later that month in <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2013/10/a-splendid-history-of-ownership.html">A Splendid History of Ownership</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQxZ0k4zGDhkohhg3y8EcweVI-xrC3hXZ49OxBXXfCKOT2P8RqnV4BpCWRE8rMgb-JjWePkqy_Ms-A-gdbSLHvLFvUrnCmG3bIY_cRkOMo4VRo6M22ij8Sy0h4u2jBIviuIkin_SNscKw/s1205/Screen+Shot+2021-03-30+at+1.53.47+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="1205" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQxZ0k4zGDhkohhg3y8EcweVI-xrC3hXZ49OxBXXfCKOT2P8RqnV4BpCWRE8rMgb-JjWePkqy_Ms-A-gdbSLHvLFvUrnCmG3bIY_cRkOMo4VRo6M22ij8Sy0h4u2jBIviuIkin_SNscKw/w400-h288/Screen+Shot+2021-03-30+at+1.53.47+PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>All told I acquired 25 books that were deaccessioned from the Tucker Brooke Collection at the Arthur J. Houghton Jr. Library. Mary Hyde had bought the entire Tucker Brooke library <i>en bloc </i>after Tucker Brooke's death in 1946 –– all 4000 books of Elizabethan literature! Her gardener George Knapp, built shelves in the attic, and the room became known as the Tucker Brooke Library. In the Hyde archives at Harvard, there are photographs dated Dec 1969-Jan 1970 <a href="https://hollisarchives.lib.harvard.edu/repositories/24/archival_objects/805718">Ms Hyde 98 (2505</a>) of the moving of the Tucker Library. The books I received were absorbed into the Houghton Library from 11/05/70 to 10/19/72. The dates the books were absorbed into the library were written in the gutters of the page after each title page.</div><div><br /></div><div> The only book I mentioned by title in the Oct 2013 blog was <i>Shakespeare's Tours</i>. And that book was the only one with an extensive provenance history. Several books were presented to Tucker Brooke including one by a former student, Germaine Dempster.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRbNhZj8dHSgVETZpn4dtyZks7eLIYWfSdw-HfeynwnrIK9oaZFCh2mLawIALJdnUmUyNbn0GdPYKzdmZlCzG-_-E9ATwbB6qqyumfhs2OOfFP5m4xDLIBPhNgsn8sJXRpSSuXTNt2gg/s1881/IMG_5081.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1881" data-original-width="1255" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRbNhZj8dHSgVETZpn4dtyZks7eLIYWfSdw-HfeynwnrIK9oaZFCh2mLawIALJdnUmUyNbn0GdPYKzdmZlCzG-_-E9ATwbB6qqyumfhs2OOfFP5m4xDLIBPhNgsn8sJXRpSSuXTNt2gg/w268-h400/IMG_5081.JPG" width="268" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bGiq4psvlUxQDVdIR5I_34xYEnKGXJ2hpXAUfkhDVw6OvGbAlDQlHCLs_E4QnOC52JPwgwgU2sAG8JPq0yacYr0pZYMhDAdSrF3jIU5YeKZsQCvrBhs0my833mgaO9-yI5AQLGwWeoM/s2828/IMG_5082.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1041" data-original-width="2828" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bGiq4psvlUxQDVdIR5I_34xYEnKGXJ2hpXAUfkhDVw6OvGbAlDQlHCLs_E4QnOC52JPwgwgU2sAG8JPq0yacYr0pZYMhDAdSrF3jIU5YeKZsQCvrBhs0my833mgaO9-yI5AQLGwWeoM/w640-h238/IMG_5082.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>Another book was presented to Tucker Brooke by a Shakespeare scholar who would later become one of the early directors of the Folger Shakespeare Library, Joseph Quincy Adams.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt89Guc7g_CtWq8IsF6z8pycpWgBuNgfal8X-me-Xz9nBt4TzdRx3gK6xTOkDxCr9BpQpEaBFBq1WWqJB9t5OhYYI2SEOAZrMfJktAAGRLXn4vGN0vvjiYJ4KPEZh5OZL1ggHxV9b0sC0/s1670/IMG_5207.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1670" data-original-width="1376" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt89Guc7g_CtWq8IsF6z8pycpWgBuNgfal8X-me-Xz9nBt4TzdRx3gK6xTOkDxCr9BpQpEaBFBq1WWqJB9t5OhYYI2SEOAZrMfJktAAGRLXn4vGN0vvjiYJ4KPEZh5OZL1ggHxV9b0sC0/w530-h640/IMG_5207.JPG" width="530" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>All of the books had the bookplates of Tucker Brooks and Mary Hyde pasted either on the front pastedown or on the front free endpaper.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbx3M9is42dYGE_yGWSj5TNh_1-Z8sb7xSnGeLAETiaTI2RO57pEPeWyvsvqgyMw3OS3zCNdqaB9EKESlbUleHmhh5Es-s1G64DYS0LpJbMmTHEZjQwFoAto81IAlpF5KRxIMDhaNO3pA/s2048/IMG_5083.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbx3M9is42dYGE_yGWSj5TNh_1-Z8sb7xSnGeLAETiaTI2RO57pEPeWyvsvqgyMw3OS3zCNdqaB9EKESlbUleHmhh5Es-s1G64DYS0LpJbMmTHEZjQwFoAto81IAlpF5KRxIMDhaNO3pA/w640-h480/IMG_5083.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>There is some doodling in one of the books formerly owned by Lester D. Burton, a Yale student who drew a picture of the Yale Water Wagon. Burton fell off the wagon, so to speak. If he stayed in school, he would have graduated in 1920, but only attended Yale in his freshman and sophomore year.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVQPxgjn9DScJNz0a2bsLzNTTbz0TGwXU0LHGYXmBn7rnh639gy7sWkoHSAcZ_x2mPS4L79L3Zexqx-6jhD0jg1jtDD0XOAkVT9HPVun7PdPrVRFvKG8KvC04N5hQo0ShG5YRZGr7tPA/s2048/IMG_5112.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1664" data-original-width="2048" height="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVQPxgjn9DScJNz0a2bsLzNTTbz0TGwXU0LHGYXmBn7rnh639gy7sWkoHSAcZ_x2mPS4L79L3Zexqx-6jhD0jg1jtDD0XOAkVT9HPVun7PdPrVRFvKG8KvC04N5hQo0ShG5YRZGr7tPA/w640-h520/IMG_5112.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>Many of the books were related to Shakespeare, including one by Victor Hugo.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpF5jYQsO6lISE5jolf7HgjTefRVldRhGj74Mk65TxDq13B3doD7KijxHyFwmz6jMSYT_0a-nuV3iE0sDW_whJO8a1zQL7WXdV8mXG0JDpBnDsG-5vEzaNsp2miPYMjq5ucIeWOQCKY4/s2048/IMG_5157.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1260" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpF5jYQsO6lISE5jolf7HgjTefRVldRhGj74Mk65TxDq13B3doD7KijxHyFwmz6jMSYT_0a-nuV3iE0sDW_whJO8a1zQL7WXdV8mXG0JDpBnDsG-5vEzaNsp2miPYMjq5ucIeWOQCKY4/w248-h400/IMG_5157.JPG" width="248" /></a></div><br /><div>Here's a collage of some of the books I acquired from the Tucker Brooke Collection:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIEtnatoJcdg_L4Wqnxh2LNzljkaf_biyixL2abwa1uJjGinhmcZ2QemcV4BRC9YK-gkACrWqrK7fmj-KJ6nkyKxuvhQMSKKHIdQWsjm5pSY7uX5DMLusQ-UviDIyF9LMTXgVdH4nRls/s2048/collage.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIEtnatoJcdg_L4Wqnxh2LNzljkaf_biyixL2abwa1uJjGinhmcZ2QemcV4BRC9YK-gkACrWqrK7fmj-KJ6nkyKxuvhQMSKKHIdQWsjm5pSY7uX5DMLusQ-UviDIyF9LMTXgVdH4nRls/w640-h480/collage.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>You can view listings of all the Tucker Brooke books in my<a href="http://www.librarything.com/catalog/moibibliomaniac/tuckerbrooke%252Fmarycrapohyde"> Library Thing catalogue</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>I should mention that I am not done collecting Mary Hyde. Heading my way is yet another book acquired from Joe Maynard. It is a copy of <i>Dust in the Road: A Play in One Act </i>by Kenneth Goodman. The reason I wanted the book was because of its provenance: from the guest house of Mary Crapo Hyde!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-15117027225840894562021-02-24T15:34:00.003-05:002021-02-24T16:01:29.156-05:00Something Very Special<p>In September 2018, I was part of a caravan that camped out in a LaQuinta Inn in Pensacola, Florida for an entire week. Hurricane Irma was heading directly toward our homes in Florida, and our son, who is a weatherman for the U. S. Air Force, advised us to evacuate. A caravan it was: me, my wife, our friend Eve Harris, our daughter Anita, her four children, three dogs, and a bearded dragon. We drove up to Pensacola a few days before the hurricane hit Florida, and stayed a few days longer just to avoid the traffic jams on the way home. We didn't know what would be left of our homes, but we were glad that we had followed my son's advice.</p><p>I didn't know how many books I'd have left, so I decided to buy some more at Farley's Old and Rare Books in Pensacola. While I was there, Owen Farley told me that he had gotten an offer to buy his property that he couldn't refuse. And four months later, in January 2018, Farley's Old and Rare Books had closed for good. </p><p>Fast forward to June, 2019. Owen Farley called and asked if I wanted to buy some of his books about books. I had bought a bag full of them before, but there were some that all I did was eye the first time around up in Pensacola. It turned out that what I bought from Owen Farley in June 2019 were the remnants of his reference library: books, price guides, pamphlets, bookseller catalogues, and ephemera that was stored in a looseleaf binder. In the binder, I found a letter. And that letter was about something very special! It was addressed , "Dear friend," and –– Well I'll just let you read it:</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GnZn9siqTx1ONPL-YpvRhGddt2RDPd3YISSwpr-6IeTJTf4r-9aAI2cJuIAmuGNSvTOgaFIv9yFJ3Hr7HjIqh3rKeSzzXZAdywtkGZS1yF47pmOJ9tGmt-j27YoC5tno6ZoSEm3e6yw/s2048/feather.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1583" height="706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GnZn9siqTx1ONPL-YpvRhGddt2RDPd3YISSwpr-6IeTJTf4r-9aAI2cJuIAmuGNSvTOgaFIv9yFJ3Hr7HjIqh3rKeSzzXZAdywtkGZS1yF47pmOJ9tGmt-j27YoC5tno6ZoSEm3e6yw/w648-h706/feather.jpg" width="648" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlOpjGFzQTr9juCI1T7AtHxem8mCIb98YosYKIatEUbsFFQ9HMdKPcBrWeoREhsl0Gkve7s08fuMgn1BVN51wlH1qnLievcUG8cImpeUYo05QRts6u1kFdoQuXZG7p5-9ncR_rXjPcL8/s2048/IMG_5046.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1670" data-original-width="2048" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlOpjGFzQTr9juCI1T7AtHxem8mCIb98YosYKIatEUbsFFQ9HMdKPcBrWeoREhsl0Gkve7s08fuMgn1BVN51wlH1qnLievcUG8cImpeUYo05QRts6u1kFdoQuXZG7p5-9ncR_rXjPcL8/w640-h522/IMG_5046.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-23714446655174192062021-01-27T12:49:00.004-05:002021-02-06T09:59:00.021-05:00 Among the Leaves, Fruit: Comments From My Blog Readers<div><p style="font-family: "Bradley Hand"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: "Bradley Hand"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Down through the years, my blog readers have submitted over 200 comments to my blogs. And I will share some of their comments with you today. Some of the readers who left comments were children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren of people that I wrote about in my blogs. I should note, however, that the percentage of readers who left comments was just a mere fraction of the actual readership of the blogs.</span></p><p style="font-family: "Bradley Hand"; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: "Bradley Hand"; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_sNhAzNziEXJVJh9rWUe8eeP4_Mxcwxd4dxSjQ5LjNiB_DJ1bHr66jhfuukh3RR0E62JyWIowhnovG60a2Mw-jVWW3kDXbwXeHpnWlM6HlOhm93HsxXSx_DwMo4XZZQdqyxyrhc_NaYs/s1022/Screen+Shot+2021-01-27+at+1.29.57+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="437" data-original-width="1022" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_sNhAzNziEXJVJh9rWUe8eeP4_Mxcwxd4dxSjQ5LjNiB_DJ1bHr66jhfuukh3RR0E62JyWIowhnovG60a2Mw-jVWW3kDXbwXeHpnWlM6HlOhm93HsxXSx_DwMo4XZZQdqyxyrhc_NaYs/w640-h277/Screen+Shot+2021-01-27+at+1.29.57+PM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><div style="font-size: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span><br /></span></span></div>The number of views in the chart above are page views. They represent how many times a blog is visited. It includes visits to the blog by bots. The number of comments per se are the moderated comments that I have approved for publication on the blogs. Comments from spammers I deleted.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;">The very first comment I received for one of my blogs was from "an old friend." On June 10, 2007, Lew Jaffe posted a comment to my post,<a href="https://displacedbookcollector.blogspot.com/2007/06/among-leaves-fruit.html"> Among the Leaves, Fruit</a>, which I had recently published to my blog, <a href="https://displacedbookcollector.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-displace-to-take-place-of.html">The Displaced Book Collector</a>.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgpAhFiwMPCTHSO_GcMcNhoakJ5OPNegKtD2uZW8SJTxkSKHPHwb8BCLTj5O_YYp5LLUcGcKkv3Vn1cA8YPS7UrnmOYWoWut6S3n1jD6ia2b7zZU5fTEFz3tj4Jp8DPrHuym3nCTW9As/s677/Screen+Shot+2021-01-25+at+2.36.49+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="677" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgpAhFiwMPCTHSO_GcMcNhoakJ5OPNegKtD2uZW8SJTxkSKHPHwb8BCLTj5O_YYp5LLUcGcKkv3Vn1cA8YPS7UrnmOYWoWut6S3n1jD6ia2b7zZU5fTEFz3tj4Jp8DPrHuym3nCTW9As/w400-h400/Screen+Shot+2021-01-25+at+2.36.49+PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxoezdX7ozslfJ_v6Tf3wRQNS6b4YVsExqyLD6Gi4V_oeOBE_vfAAKcVvDHZh7ZfVyFU0b5h4U1dZBrbNdCbusZZM5NxgHsnSsJ7IfplTtSBy_p_6jWW9-wBHpvNRY6wy2cds3rZebII/s702/Screen+Shot+2021-01-25+at+2.37.56+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="702" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxoezdX7ozslfJ_v6Tf3wRQNS6b4YVsExqyLD6Gi4V_oeOBE_vfAAKcVvDHZh7ZfVyFU0b5h4U1dZBrbNdCbusZZM5NxgHsnSsJ7IfplTtSBy_p_6jWW9-wBHpvNRY6wy2cds3rZebII/w400-h185/Screen+Shot+2021-01-25+at+2.37.56+PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: Arial;">I was displaced, all right! My wife and I were in Hawaii watching some of our grandchildren, while their father, a weatherman in the U. S. Air Force, was deployed to Iraq. My life, at the time, was basically on hold. Because of heart problems, I had to quit my job the previous year as a mail carrier for the U. S. Post Office. And I was still anxiously waiting for my disability retirement to be approved. My life as a bibliophile was on hold as well. I actually thought that this bibliomaniac was retiring! In December 2006, I resigned as President of the Florida Bibliophile Society. I said farewell to the members to the members of the society. And I said<a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1cmZXshhkVwKSkAJWNcJjkOIzvxzf-A_X/view?usp=sharing"> farewell to bibliomania</a>. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"> But this bibliomaniac could not retire! No siree! Books were in my blood! I began buying books again while I was still in Hawaii.. And write about them I did! </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">It is now fourteen years later, and I am collecting books and still writing about them. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;">My first post to My Sentimental Library blog on Oct 5, 2009, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2009/10/unexpected-find-in-umatilla-florida.html">An Unexpected Find in Umatilla, Florida</a>, garnered three comments within the first week it was published.</span> </p></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><div><h4 style="font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 1em 0px 0px; position: relative;">5 comments:</h4><div id="Blog1_comments-block-wrapper"><dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block" style="margin-left: 45px; position: relative;"><dt class="comment-author" id="c3768858430840416938" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-style: none; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 0px;"><a name="c3768858430840416938"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/11569344034307613102" id="av-3768858430840416938-11569344034307613102" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" height="35" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px; position: relative;" title="Unknown" width="35" /></a></span></div><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/11569344034307613102" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Unknown</a> said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-3768858430840416938" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">Being a lover of Johnsoniana myself, I enjoyed every word of your literary sleuthing. It is so clear when a book comes into the right hands -- this this instance, yours!<br /><br />David A.</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2009/10/unexpected-find-in-umatilla-florida.html?showComment=1254854918644#c3768858430840416938" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">October 6, 2009 at 2:48 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c3150491010411820919" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c3150491010411820919"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/15287252496751586040" id="av-3150491010411820919-15287252496751586040" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" height="35" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px; position: relative;" title="Jessica" width="35" /></a></span></div><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/15287252496751586040" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Jessica</a> said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-3150491010411820919" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">This is a lovely story. My father, Roland Sawyer, was a Johnsonian and I can imagine how trilled her would have been at making such a discovery. I apprecialted your detective work as well.<br /><br />Jessica</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2009/10/unexpected-find-in-umatilla-florida.html?showComment=1254878148544#c3150491010411820919" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">October 6, 2009 at 9:15 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c6044905474410306519" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c6044905474410306519"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/13578895824353748674" id="av-6044905474410306519-13578895824353748674" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" class="delayLoad" height="35" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAVECVVdwHjGPfryBTOiVzH2sxrSS4PsLxWl0OQ5UeM42rPqMs7Fy-ck4KVzZTzGJXQaEFBe23riUUN6LTi24jvDaJ4LYIXh0yfrySCUxvQoANDILcqJBGibuF2fBRASmLWA8gnK4Lf8/s35/ruth.JPG" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAVECVVdwHjGPfryBTOiVzH2sxrSS4PsLxWl0OQ5UeM42rPqMs7Fy-ck4KVzZTzGJXQaEFBe23riUUN6LTi24jvDaJ4LYIXh0yfrySCUxvQoANDILcqJBGibuF2fBRASmLWA8gnK4Lf8/s35/ruth.JPG" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; position: relative;" title="Sumptuosity - Ruth" width="35" /></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/13578895824353748674" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Sumptuosity - Ruth</a> said...</span></div></dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-6044905474410306519" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">That book was just waiting for you to find it! I love finding books with additional pieces of information (handwritten notes, inscriptions, newspaper clippings, cards etc)it makes the enjoyment of finding and collecting even better.<br /><br />Ruth</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2009/10/unexpected-find-in-umatilla-florida.html?showComment=1255124076637#c6044905474410306519" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">October 9, 2009 at 5:34 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c1109399048252457515" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c1109399048252457515"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/09520734437016132336" id="av-1109399048252457515-09520734437016132336" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" height="35" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px; position: relative;" title="David Bingham" width="35" /></a></span></div><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/09520734437016132336" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">David Bingham</a> said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-1109399048252457515" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">I found your blog through a google search for Austin Dobson's poem on Henry Fielding. Once I'd got what I wanted (the last four lines of the poem) I found myself browsing some of your other posts at random. I particularly enjoyed this one. </p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2009/10/unexpected-find-in-umatilla-florida.html?showComment=1497341079895#c1109399048252457515" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">June 13, 2017 at 4:04 AM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author blog-author" id="c4939556500163615060" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c4939556500163615060"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579" id="av-4939556500163615060-12749823995193026579" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" class="delayLoad" height="35" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisMxq0kmBEWT-9436GqIO0iI0nSHya7QP-5_4PhmLio3c6o3YAOI0XIzaf5EEO7sAdNO9baSTS9hoCJ4_f3FnWRgm4an-L1r-wn3Rgg5Ka1RYMTiXFZWyqWG4KmCOjrmLSXyQn9LyKUu4/s35/IMG_5400%25252Bcopy.jpeg" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisMxq0kmBEWT-9436GqIO0iI0nSHya7QP-5_4PhmLio3c6o3YAOI0XIzaf5EEO7sAdNO9baSTS9hoCJ4_f3FnWRgm4an-L1r-wn3Rgg5Ka1RYMTiXFZWyqWG4KmCOjrmLSXyQn9LyKUu4/s35/IMG_5400%25252Bcopy.jpeg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; position: relative;" title="Jerry Morris" width="35" /></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Jerry Morris</a> said...</span></div></dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-4939556500163615060" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: red;">Jerry Morris </span>said...</p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0px;">Thanks for your comments David. And a belated thanks to Jessica, Ruth, and another David. I'm glad you all enjoyed reading this post. I enjoyed writing it. and I enjoy reading the comments of my blog readers!</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2009/10/unexpected-find-in-umatilla-florida.html?showComment=1497357677249#c4939556500163615060" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">June 13, 2017 at 8:41 AM</a></span></dd></dl></div><p class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7105362130482278496&postID=3419460124663124354" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Post a Comment</a></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;">Here's the latest comment I have received for one of My Sentimental Library blog posts. It was dated Jan 13, 2021 and pertained to my Sep 2, 2019 post, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2019/09/two-more-derek-mason-aviation-books-for.html">Two More Derek Mason Books for My Sentimental Library</a>.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><h4 style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 1em 0px 0px; position: relative;">1 comment:</h4><div id="Blog1_comments-block-wrapper" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu;"><dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block" style="margin-left: 45px; position: relative;"><dt class="comment-author" id="c8749836728188175038" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-style: none; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 0px;"><a name="c8749836728188175038"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/18293413727165655985" id="av-8749836728188175038-18293413727165655985" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" height="35" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px; position: relative;" title="Alex" width="35" /></a></span></div><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/18293413727165655985" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Alex</a> said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-8749836728188175038" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">Hello. Thank you for posting about books with ex Libris Derek Mason plates. In 2017 I bought a copy of Duncan Grinnell-Miln’s ‘An Escapers Log’ signed by then author, with Derek Mason’s book plate. I purchased the book from Lighthouse books, FL. It is still with me in the UK, alongside it’s sister publication, ‘The Wind in the Wires’. <br />I was interested to read about Derek Mason, I had no idea who he was. </p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2019/09/two-more-derek-mason-aviation-books-for.html?showComment=1610553066426#c8749836728188175038" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">January 13, 2021 at 10:51 AM</a></span></dd></dl></div><p class="comment-footer" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em;"><br /></p></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span> My Nov 24, 2014 post, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2014/11/the-early-editions-of-elements-of-style.html">The Early Editions of the Elements of Style</a>, elicited 3 comments, one from the son of Wendell Smith, who sold a Thrift Press edition of <i>The Elements of Style </i>to me, and two comments from Jerry Morris; but only one of the two was from me!</span></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span><h4 style="font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 1em 0px 0px; position: relative;">3 comments:</h4><div id="Blog1_comments-block-wrapper"><dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block" style="margin-left: 45px; position: relative;"><dt class="comment-author" id="c4916858722104203220" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-style: none; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 0px;"><a name="c4916858722104203220"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/18108158142730913238" id="av-4916858722104203220-18108158142730913238" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" class="delayLoad" height="35" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48NG__LCsSUpjc2sk2phUcANZ98q6C2rAwAxSU067_2VwM56go5miaowNVL_LTTrY0PFtRuQd7NBRxi-KAqlUPWarIKGTPxH5vH1SdDKCjiF3wwydd2iqhijAAi50jU7Nx0lSg-3Re1C1/s35/*" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48NG__LCsSUpjc2sk2phUcANZ98q6C2rAwAxSU067_2VwM56go5miaowNVL_LTTrY0PFtRuQd7NBRxi-KAqlUPWarIKGTPxH5vH1SdDKCjiF3wwydd2iqhijAAi50jU7Nx0lSg-3Re1C1/s35/*" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; position: relative;" title="Dell Smith" width="35" /></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/18108158142730913238" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Dell Smith</a> said...</span></div></dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-4916858722104203220" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: red;">Dell Smith</span> said...</p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0px;">Jerry, so glad my father's Strunk edition helped you fill in your sentimental library.</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2014/11/the-early-editions-of-elements-of-style.html?showComment=1416961034523#c4916858722104203220" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">November 25, 2014 at 7:17 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c7056070271592003069" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c7056070271592003069"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><img alt="" height="35" src="https://resources.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px;" title="Jerry Morris" width="35" /></span></div><span style="color: red;">Jerry Morris</span> said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-7056070271592003069" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">My name is Jerry Morris, not the same gentleman who has this site. As a teacher for 34 years, I was guided by the advice of my heroes of the written word, William Strunk JR and E B White. I wrote a book entitled Seven Sentence Building Activities to Develop Advanced Writers based on the exhortations of my heroes. Poking around the internet on a rainy day here near Boston, I am heartened to find another Jerry Morris who has the same affection as I for my heroes. Jerry, my oldest copy is held together with tape and an elastic. I carry it in my bag as I go around the country training teachers on writing. Flying home, I often pop open a Heineken and read the words of my heroes. I feel the cool beer going down my throat and the words warming my heart, my soul, and my mind. Jerry Morris, Marshfield, MA</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2014/11/the-early-editions-of-elements-of-style.html?showComment=1546720217547#c7056070271592003069" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">January 5, 2019 at 3:30 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author blog-author" id="c5909441343885526745" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c5909441343885526745"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579" id="av-5909441343885526745-12749823995193026579" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" class="delayLoad" height="35" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisMxq0kmBEWT-9436GqIO0iI0nSHya7QP-5_4PhmLio3c6o3YAOI0XIzaf5EEO7sAdNO9baSTS9hoCJ4_f3FnWRgm4an-L1r-wn3Rgg5Ka1RYMTiXFZWyqWG4KmCOjrmLSXyQn9LyKUu4/s35/IMG_5400%25252Bcopy.jpeg" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisMxq0kmBEWT-9436GqIO0iI0nSHya7QP-5_4PhmLio3c6o3YAOI0XIzaf5EEO7sAdNO9baSTS9hoCJ4_f3FnWRgm4an-L1r-wn3Rgg5Ka1RYMTiXFZWyqWG4KmCOjrmLSXyQn9LyKUu4/s35/IMG_5400%25252Bcopy.jpeg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; position: relative;" title="Jerry Morris" width="35" /></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Jerry Morris</a> said...</span></div></dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-5909441343885526745" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: red;">Jerry Morris</span> said...</p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0px;">Hello Jerry Morris! I enjoyed talking with you on the phone yesterday. I was surprised to learn that we share the same given name, Gerard. I was even more surprised when I asked you what your middle name was. You replied, "Thomas." I pause here, and say, "my middle name is Thomas too." I was afraid to ask you when your birthday was!</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2014/11/the-early-editions-of-elements-of-style.html?showComment=1546877326688#c5909441343885526745" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">January 7, 2019 at 11:08 AM</a></span></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><br /></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><br /></dd></dl></div><p></p>Julius Hopp's granddaughter responded to My Mar 30, 2020 post, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2020/03/julius-hopp-and-progressive-stage.html">Julius Hopp and the Progressive Stage Society, 1904-1906</a>, </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span><dt class="comment-author" id="c1446712897592606993" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-style: none; caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 0px;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/02151402067360028186" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Rivkah Lapidus</a> said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-1446712897592606993" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">Julius Hopp was my grandfather, though he died about two decades before I was born. My mother was Harriet Hopp, my aunt was Beatrice. I have a brother and a cousin, and there are other descendants. Julius married Esther Markowitz, who was at least 20 years his junior. It was not a good marriage from the start. You can contact me. I cannot believe you got this on eBay. What sent you on this search?<br /><br />Rivkah Lapidus daughter of Harriet Hopp</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2020/03/julius-hopp-and-progressive-stage.html?showComment=1589059509993#c1446712897592606993" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">May 9, 2020 at 5:25 PM</a></span></dd></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span>When I posted <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2017/11/tom-and-jerry-friends-and-aiders.html">Tom and Jerry: Friends and Aiders</a> on Nov 25, 2017, Tom's daughter Mary and his son Drew responded:</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span><h4 style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 1em 0px 0px; position: relative;">2 comments:</h4><div id="Blog1_comments-block-wrapper" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu;"><dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block" style="margin-left: 45px; position: relative;"><dt class="comment-author" id="c5094406261120178951" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-style: none; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 0px;"><a name="c5094406261120178951"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><img alt="" height="35" src="https://resources.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px;" title="Anonymous" width="35" /></span></div>Anonymous said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-5094406261120178951" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">Thank you, Jerry. And thank you for always being Jerry to dad's Tom. I'm so glad you both "found" each other. Mainly because there's no one like the two of you! My book is beloved...and now so is this piece of writing. Such good memories to have. I'm so thankful you shared them :) -Mary</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2017/11/tom-and-jerry-friends-and-aiders.html?showComment=1511665863030#c5094406261120178951" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">November 25, 2017 at 10:11 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c5937987621209111286" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c5937987621209111286"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/15257014208376564934" id="av-5937987621209111286-15257014208376564934" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" height="35" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px; position: relative;" title="Drewbiedoo" width="35" /></a></span></div><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/15257014208376564934" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Drewbiedoo</a> said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-5937987621209111286" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">Nice to know someone adored our father as much as we did. I know all the story’s and moments you mentioned very well as I heard them first hand as my Dad was always eager to share his days events with the morris’s . My Dad mentioned many times that it was so hard to make and find close friends in Florida since he moved their. He seem to always pine for buffalo and his friends there and mentioned many times he would move back if the opportunity presented itself. However those thoughts and ideas disappeared once he met you. He had finally found a true friend away from home. It was a nice to know our father finally had a buddy! Thank you jerry and Linda for always being such a big part of our parents lives. </p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2017/11/tom-and-jerry-friends-and-aiders.html?showComment=1512444460866#c5937987621209111286" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">December 4, 2017 at 10:27 PM</a></span></dd></dl></div></span><span><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span><br /></span></span></div>Hannah, my own granddaughter, responded to my post about her father, and the library he built: <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2014/07/in-memoriam-jamie-ryan-dejaynes.html">In Memoriam: Jamie Ryan DeJaynes</a>.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><dt class="comment-author" id="c2605005384315624391" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;">Hannah said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-2605005384315624391" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">Grandpa thanks. This is a very rough time and I really appreciate it that you made this in memory of him<br /><br /></p><p style="margin: 0px;">Thank you once again</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2014/07/in-memoriam-jamie-ryan-dejaynes.html?showComment=1494770825477#c2605005384315624391" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">May 14, 2017 at 10:07 AM</a></span></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; font-family: Arial;">My friend Helen recalls that her father used to go to the same barbershop that is the scene in <a href="https://idlewildblueyonder.blogspot.com/2011/08/loves-me-loves-me-not.html">Loves Me, Loves Me Not</a>, a post to my blog, Idlewild Blue Yonder, about my childhood and beyond.</span></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); font-family: Ubuntu; margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/18080613444678123898" rel="nofollow" style="caret-color: rgb(51, 170, 255); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Helenisready</span></a><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(51, 170, 255); color: #33aaff; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(51, 170, 255); color: #33aaff; font-weight: bold;">said...</span></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><div id="Blog1_comments-block-wrapper" style="caret-color: rgb(51, 170, 255); color: #33aaff; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block" style="margin-left: 45px; position: relative;"><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-1302804133756201846" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">This is a lovely story about the old neighborhood. I think my father got his hair cut here.</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://idlewildblueyonder.blogspot.com/2011/08/loves-me-loves-me-not.html?showComment=1314798147489#c1302804133756201846" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">August 31, 2011 at 9:42 AM</a></span></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><br /></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><br /></dd></dl></div></dd></span>
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My Jan 30, 2011 post, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2011/01/arthur-schlesingers-bookplate-whole.html"> Arthur Schlesinger's Bookplate: The Whole Picture</a>, drew the most comments.</div><div><br /></div><div><h4 style="font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 30px; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 1em 0px 0px; position: relative;">8 comments:</h4><div id="Blog1_comments-block-wrapper"><dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block" style="margin-left: 45px; position: relative;"><dt class="comment-author" id="c4260728896426851555" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-style: none; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 0px;"><a name="c4260728896426851555"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/15674373282822189733" id="av-4260728896426851555-15674373282822189733" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" class="delayLoad" height="35" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLrKTVI5t22syHHO44cOYL93X_YzWy2xwXmOMBG19lZxYc7vqw9c9NaLRmlbNit11A-EvNiCg43QWw7BnYcXbIP0_T-wGsrNIQbcsk9OTNOkTZK9PUxBXvW56uqHeI6E7VbMdSfa2CQk/s35/IMG_5400%25252Bcopy.jpeg" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLrKTVI5t22syHHO44cOYL93X_YzWy2xwXmOMBG19lZxYc7vqw9c9NaLRmlbNit11A-EvNiCg43QWw7BnYcXbIP0_T-wGsrNIQbcsk9OTNOkTZK9PUxBXvW56uqHeI6E7VbMdSfa2CQk/s35/IMG_5400%25252Bcopy.jpeg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; position: relative;" title="Jerry Morris" width="35" /></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/15674373282822189733" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Jerry Morris</a> said...</span></div></dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-4260728896426851555" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: red;">Jerry Morris </span>said...</p><p style="margin: 0px;">NOTE: Because of spammers, all comments are supposed to be sent to my dashboard for my review before I post them. However, comments from people signed in on WordPress are not being forwarded. Please contact me via email if your comments don't appear in two days.</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2011/01/arthur-schlesingers-bookplate-whole.html?showComment=1296415376160#c4260728896426851555" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">January 30, 2011 at 2:22 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c4994266159383271892" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c4994266159383271892"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/02975643198834624714" id="av-4994266159383271892-02975643198834624714" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" class="delayLoad" height="35" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy5PuXY2FkC89s4iVxe4_fmj-wA8RcA3bsLUhvLFUJ4yX2che-WoMF4LZeuIzBwLdnGKpXlAM4Ep8beP0DHWFEZi6ACT0qr2FbQQChU53XAaWwYvYDknm4RFDdc1cwc0GfRqXIY5u55M8/s35/Arcimboldo-Librarian.jpg" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy5PuXY2FkC89s4iVxe4_fmj-wA8RcA3bsLUhvLFUJ4yX2che-WoMF4LZeuIzBwLdnGKpXlAM4Ep8beP0DHWFEZi6ACT0qr2FbQQChU53XAaWwYvYDknm4RFDdc1cwc0GfRqXIY5u55M8/s35/Arcimboldo-Librarian.jpg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; position: relative;" title="John Lancaster" width="35" /></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/02975643198834624714" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">John Lancaster</a> said...</span></div></dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-4994266159383271892" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: red;">John Lancaster </span>said...</p><p style="margin: 0px;">It would be interesting to know more about the artist, Paul Laune, and what connection he had with Schlesinger. A quick search in a couple of places indicates he was born in 1899, illustrated a number of books, many with western American themes, some of the Hardy Boys series, and was art editor of the New York Sun. Grew up in Woodward, Oklahoma, where he painted murals for the rotunda of the local museum (Plains Indians & Pioneer Museum: http://www.pipm1.org/index.php?module=exhibits&section=3&catid=3&id=4) and there’s still an annual art competition named for him. A story by him is on p. 14 of http://digital.library.okstate.edu/oktoday/1960s/1964/oktdv14n4.pdf Clearly right in line with the endpaper illustrations for the Schlesinger series.</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2011/01/arthur-schlesingers-bookplate-whole.html?showComment=1296420589617#c4994266159383271892" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">January 30, 2011 at 3:49 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c2633125450281953830" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c2633125450281953830"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><img alt="" height="35" src="https://resources.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px;" title="Beth" width="35" /></span></div>Beth said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-2633125450281953830" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">I also would like to know more about Paul Laune's connection to Arthur Schlesinger. Paul was my husband's godfather; I took some painting lessons from him until his untimely death in the mid 1970's. He was quite a prolific illustrator of children's books but his first love was for horses and Western art.</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2011/01/arthur-schlesingers-bookplate-whole.html?showComment=1339712045706#c2633125450281953830" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">June 14, 2012 at 6:14 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author blog-author" id="c8368559752170736532" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c8368559752170736532"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579" id="av-8368559752170736532-12749823995193026579" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" class="delayLoad" height="35" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisMxq0kmBEWT-9436GqIO0iI0nSHya7QP-5_4PhmLio3c6o3YAOI0XIzaf5EEO7sAdNO9baSTS9hoCJ4_f3FnWRgm4an-L1r-wn3Rgg5Ka1RYMTiXFZWyqWG4KmCOjrmLSXyQn9LyKUu4/s35/IMG_5400%25252Bcopy.jpeg" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisMxq0kmBEWT-9436GqIO0iI0nSHya7QP-5_4PhmLio3c6o3YAOI0XIzaf5EEO7sAdNO9baSTS9hoCJ4_f3FnWRgm4an-L1r-wn3Rgg5Ka1RYMTiXFZWyqWG4KmCOjrmLSXyQn9LyKUu4/s35/IMG_5400%25252Bcopy.jpeg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; position: relative;" title="Jerry Morris" width="35" /></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Jerry Morris</a> said...</span></div></dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-8368559752170736532" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: red;">Jerry Morris </span>said...</p><p style="margin: 0px;">The only connection between Arthur Schlesinger and Paul Laune might be that Schlesinger was the author of the book and Laune was the artist who created the "borders" or illustrated endpapers. Laune illustrated a number of books for The Macmillan Company and for other publishers as well. <br /><br />Schlesinger used half of the illustrated endpaper as his bookplate, and kept Laune's name <br />on the bookplate.</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2011/01/arthur-schlesingers-bookplate-whole.html?showComment=1339719280381#c8368559752170736532" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">June 14, 2012 at 8:14 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c619108712728334832" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c619108712728334832"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/16006640946874012637" id="av-619108712728334832-16006640946874012637" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" class="delayLoad" height="35" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPIFcLUrRuSW2iy9WVT-qfHXOHY3OiJLokSYRE6NPaY9Iyy1Mw4flO5eburNqRqYtk58z3rqA2RwAtcy-dFwdjU0wOsh38xSWj0EMr_8wVhkWFklPL_a4WfUnTMtFZ-TYpO-LQ1nNuGNN/s35/Keeline-Avatar.jpg" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPIFcLUrRuSW2iy9WVT-qfHXOHY3OiJLokSYRE6NPaY9Iyy1Mw4flO5eburNqRqYtk58z3rqA2RwAtcy-dFwdjU0wOsh38xSWj0EMr_8wVhkWFklPL_a4WfUnTMtFZ-TYpO-LQ1nNuGNN/s35/Keeline-Avatar.jpg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; position: relative;" title="keeline" width="35" /></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/16006640946874012637" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">keeline</a> said...</span></div></dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-619108712728334832" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: red;">James Keeline </span>said...</p><p style="margin: 0px;">I see that this is over a year old. It was mentioned in a LibraryThing.com forum about endpapers. I see that Paul Laune illustrated these (though the style reminds me of the work of Robert Lawson). Laune illustrated juvenile series books, including some volumes of the Hardy Boys and Trixie Belden series. I have some info on him should you desire more than this.<br /><br />James Keeline</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2011/01/arthur-schlesingers-bookplate-whole.html?showComment=1347582450858#c619108712728334832" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">September 13, 2012 at 8:27 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author blog-author" id="c3761042916474651837" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c3761042916474651837"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579" id="av-3761042916474651837-12749823995193026579" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" class="delayLoad" height="35" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisMxq0kmBEWT-9436GqIO0iI0nSHya7QP-5_4PhmLio3c6o3YAOI0XIzaf5EEO7sAdNO9baSTS9hoCJ4_f3FnWRgm4an-L1r-wn3Rgg5Ka1RYMTiXFZWyqWG4KmCOjrmLSXyQn9LyKUu4/s35/IMG_5400%25252Bcopy.jpeg" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisMxq0kmBEWT-9436GqIO0iI0nSHya7QP-5_4PhmLio3c6o3YAOI0XIzaf5EEO7sAdNO9baSTS9hoCJ4_f3FnWRgm4an-L1r-wn3Rgg5Ka1RYMTiXFZWyqWG4KmCOjrmLSXyQn9LyKUu4/s35/IMG_5400%25252Bcopy.jpeg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; position: relative;" title="Jerry Morris" width="35" /></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Jerry Morris</a> said...</span></div></dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-3761042916474651837" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: red;">Jerry Morris </span>said...</p><p style="margin: 0px;">James.<br />Please post any info on Paul Laune. JL, Beth, and I want to know more about him.<br /><br />Thanks,<br />Jerry Morris</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2011/01/arthur-schlesingers-bookplate-whole.html?showComment=1347591653960#c3761042916474651837" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">September 13, 2012 at 11:00 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c9134930176383777513" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c9134930176383777513"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><img alt="" height="35" src="https://resources.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px;" title="travelpainter" width="35" /></span></div>travelpainter said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-9134930176383777513" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">I am trying to track down who has rights to Paul Laune illustrations. We want to use an image of his that I found in a book by song collector Dorothy Scarborough printed in 1937. The image would go in a section on song collectors in a new book my husband is writing.Columbia University, which published the book, renewed the rights in 1968 but not the rights to the illustrations. Any one have any ideas?</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2011/01/arthur-schlesingers-bookplate-whole.html?showComment=1390354468819#c9134930176383777513" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">January 21, 2014 at 8:34 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c9158656083905599831" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c9158656083905599831"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/01577808751304077629" id="av-9158656083905599831-01577808751304077629" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" height="35" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px; position: relative;" title="Unknown" width="35" /></a></span></div><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/01577808751304077629" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Unknown</a> said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-9158656083905599831" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">His wife, Irene Laune, lives in Phoenix, AZ. She is in her 90s. She probably retains publishing rights to his illustrations.</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2011/01/arthur-schlesingers-bookplate-whole.html?showComment=1419219296501#c9158656083905599831" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">December 21, 2014 at 10:34 PM</a></span></dd></dl></div><p></p><div>Sometimes my readers learn a thing or two from reading my blogs. And they let me know about it in their comments. Here are five of their comments about my post, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2015/11/john-t-winterich-man-his-books-and-his.html">John T. Winterich: The Man, His Books, and His Other Literary Endeavors</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><h4 style="font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 30px; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 1em 0px 0px; position: relative;">5 comments:</h4><div id="Blog1_comments-block-wrapper"><dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block" style="margin-left: 45px; position: relative;"><dt class="comment-author" id="c6984223998126635903" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-style: none; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 0px;"><a name="c6984223998126635903"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><img alt="" height="35" src="https://resources.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px;" title="D. Adams" width="35" /></span></div>D. Adams said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-6984223998126635903" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">Great article on Winterich!! I knew very little about the man and your well researched article was enlightening.</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2015/11/john-t-winterich-man-his-books-and-his.html?showComment=1447027070211#c6984223998126635903" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">November 8, 2015 at 6:57 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c7300129479911885932" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c7300129479911885932"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12271831698903131436" id="av-7300129479911885932-12271831698903131436" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" height="35" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px; position: relative;" title="Unknown" width="35" /></a></span></div><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12271831698903131436" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Unknown</a> said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-7300129479911885932" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">I envy your books about books collection. I have the Primer of Book Collecting and the Bibliophile in the Nursery in my collection. Not sure what to do about the conservation issue. I suppose the acid free protectors would be best and maybe then store that binder and the original case together with a note detailing the relationship between the case and the sheets?</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2015/11/john-t-winterich-man-his-books-and-his.html?showComment=1447099060551#c7300129479911885932" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">November 9, 2015 at 2:57 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c6213002319905975482" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c6213002319905975482"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/01602362068146347779" id="av-6213002319905975482-01602362068146347779" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" height="35" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px; position: relative;" title="Carl Mario Nudi" width="35" /></a></span></div><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/01602362068146347779" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Carl Mario Nudi</a> said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-6213002319905975482" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">Excellent article, Jerry. I learn so much about books every time I read one of your posts. Thanks for all the good work.</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2015/11/john-t-winterich-man-his-books-and-his.html?showComment=1447124233083#c6213002319905975482" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">November 9, 2015 at 9:57 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c1510901875763081048" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c1510901875763081048"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><a class="avatar-hovercard" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/08610121052214617032" id="av-1510901875763081048-08610121052214617032" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" target=""><img alt="" class="delayLoad" height="35" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQ6afMfNSxP4lNhgUmkqqQR8KkWhn1-7XvDv1nLTSJgrHhCMxuI9Gu5q7NrNWrSaNrRj5h6EG7GpLUROSPUCqJPXTLfLZEG7dE7C9HYnHXXzEyQE_Mprkt8Mo1ZcjnqZMTb8m43fvYyOs/s35/*" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQ6afMfNSxP4lNhgUmkqqQR8KkWhn1-7XvDv1nLTSJgrHhCMxuI9Gu5q7NrNWrSaNrRj5h6EG7GpLUROSPUCqJPXTLfLZEG7dE7C9HYnHXXzEyQE_Mprkt8Mo1ZcjnqZMTb8m43fvYyOs/s35/*" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; position: relative;" title="trav" width="35" /></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/08610121052214617032" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">trav</a> said...</span></div></dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-1510901875763081048" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: red;">trav </span>said...</p><p style="margin: 0px;">What a great post. Thank you for sharing and all of the photos. The Russian edition is a fun find! </p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2015/11/john-t-winterich-man-his-books-and-his.html?showComment=1451709857258#c1510901875763081048" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">January 1, 2016 at 11:44 PM</a></span></dd><dt class="comment-author" id="c3832336174311915261" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a name="c3832336174311915261"></a><div class="avatar-image-container avatar-stock" style="float: left; height: 37px; left: -45px; margin: 0.2em 0px 0px; max-height: 36px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; width: 37px;"><span dir="ltr"><img alt="" height="35" src="https://resources.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif" style="border: 0px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); float: right; max-width: 36px; padding: 1px;" title="David Nolan" width="35" /></span></div>David Nolan said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-3832336174311915261" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">My curiosity led me to look up John T. Winterich, whose name I had come across at various times over the years. First, Wikipedia. Then the New York Times obituary. Then your wonderful piece, which was exactly what I was looking for. Thank you so much! I hope your experiences and collection have continued over the years, and am grateful to you for sharing your enthusiasm.<br />Sincerely,<br />David Nolan<br />St. Augustine, Florida</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2015/11/john-t-winterich-man-his-books-and-his.html?showComment=1539559582811#c3832336174311915261" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">October 14, 2018 at 7:26 PM</a></span></dd></dl></div><p></p><div><br /></div>Sometimes I learn a thing or two from my readers. In his comment to <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2013/01/memories-of-things-experienced-and.html">Memories of Things Experienced and Things Missed</a>, the RLS scholar Robert-Louis Abrahamson suggested a book that would go hand in hand with Will H. Low's annotated copy of Stevenson's<i> Across the Plains.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div id="Blog1_comments-block-wrapper" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: 22.079999923706055px;"><dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block" style="margin-left: 45px; position: relative;"><dt class="comment-author" id="c285527839191612335" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"><a href="http://momentsunderlamplight.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Robert-Louis Abrahamson</a> said...</dt><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-285527839191612335" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 0.5em 0px;"><p style="margin: 0px;">To go along with this, you might like to seek out a copy of Will Low's illustrated edition of Keats' <i>Lamia</i> (1885), with its dedication to Stevenson, prompting in return Stevenson's poem "To Will H. Low": "Youth now flees on feathered foot...." <br /><br />This poem later appeared on the famous medallion of Stevenson by St Gaudens, a sculptor friend of Low's who asked to be introduced to Stevenson.<br /><br />And so one thing leads to another ....<br /><br /><br />Robert-Louis Abrahamson</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="margin: 0.5em 25px 1.5em 0px;"><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2013/01/memories-of-things-experienced-and.html?showComment=1359901301930#c285527839191612335" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="comment permalink">February 3, 2013 at 9:21 AM</a></span></dd></dl></div>Sometimes my readers email their comments to me. The late Ian Jackson provided a wealth of information pertaining to my post, <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2014/08/the-monk-bookseller-and-manuscript.html"> The Monk, the Bookseller, and the Manuscript: Tracking Lydgate's Boke of the Sege of Troy Thru Bernard Quaritch's Catalogues</a>. And I posted his comments as an addendum to the blog post.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-2575645240727856036" itemprop="description articleBody" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: 23.183998107910156px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 978.2608642578125px;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-2575645240727856036" itemprop="description articleBody" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: 23.183998107910156px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 978.2608642578125px;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-2575645240727856036" itemprop="description articleBody" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: 23.183998107910156px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 978.2608642578125px;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-2575645240727856036" itemprop="description articleBody" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: 23.183998107910156px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 978.2608642578125px;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-2575645240727856036" itemprop="description articleBody" style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: 23.183998107910156px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 978.2608642578125px;"><b> ADDENDUM</b><br /><center><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></b></center><center><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">08/25/14</span></b></center><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">subject: the boke of troy</span><br /><blockquote>Dear Jerry, </blockquote><blockquote>I suspect that the G.W.S. who assailed Quaritch in the New York Tribune was the Tribune’s London correspondent George William Smalley. You also illustrate the entry from Quaritch’s Catalogue 342 (i.e. part IV of the General Catalogue). I attach a scan of my own copy of this catalogue, formerly owned by the Earl of Crawford, and appreciatively characterized. There are a few notes and one or two ticks (of interest?) but nothing for The Boke of Troy. (Peter Howard) Serendipity Books and myself jointly bought the remaining stock and reference library of Bill Wreden some 20 years ago, and this was one item I kept for myself — too good to sell!</blockquote><blockquote>Yours sincerely,<br />Ian Jackson, Berkeley</blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZP1qkrbYWaSI3mLFFGtH-SSmfLmeyEGFfshaobmOQKR6zAhXEsDDR-BEoaDT0wHE9QUoz8dPtClFdW4AueLgQzJhqWEEmJRrgeXJMCkl9BApAC_cXuTVUCrhfBrSo0h3_H2q9u9X5wy-3/s1600/quaritch.jpg" style="color: #cc0000; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZP1qkrbYWaSI3mLFFGtH-SSmfLmeyEGFfshaobmOQKR6zAhXEsDDR-BEoaDT0wHE9QUoz8dPtClFdW4AueLgQzJhqWEEmJRrgeXJMCkl9BApAC_cXuTVUCrhfBrSo0h3_H2q9u9X5wy-3/s1600/quaritch.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5) 1px 1px 5px; background-color: white; border: none; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="border-top-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; color: #674ea7; font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: 22.079999923706055px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 10px 0px 0px;"><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-author vcard" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 1em;">Posted by <span class="fn" itemprop="author" itemscope="itemscope" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person"><a class="g-profile" data-gapiattached="true" data-gapiscan="true" data-onload="true" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579" rel="author" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="author profile"><span itemprop="name">Jerry Morris</span> </a></span></span><span class="post-timestamp" style="margin-left: -1em; margin-right: 1em;">on <a class="timestamp-link" href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2014/08/the-monk-bookseller-and-manuscript.html" rel="bookmark" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;" title="permanent link"><abbr class="published" itemprop="datePublished" style="border: none;" title="2014-08-23T13:19:00-04:00">Saturday, August 23, 2014</abbr></a> </span></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I am grateful for all the comments I have received from my readers. And keep them coming!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /></div>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-84889605758843766002020-12-08T13:24:00.003-05:002021-12-03T18:35:48.344-05:00The Beldornie Reprints: Number Nine of the Twelve Blog Posts for Christmas<p> </p><br />
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<br />Nine years ago, I began a custom that bookmen of days gone by have enjoyed doing, among them Luther A. Brewer and A. Edward Newton. Each Christmas, they published a keepsake and sent it to their friends. I decided to post my Christmas keepsakes on My Sentimental Library blog, and to share them with other bibliophiles online. I already had the resource to supply the material for the next twelve years: twelve essays from <i>Contributions to Biblionotes</i>, the newsletter of the "Bibliomites," the unofficial name of the Society of Antiquarian Booksellers' Employees. Walter Harris was its editor, which means that he was the author of most, if not all, of the contributions to Biblionotes from 1953 to 1958.<br />
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I posted Walter Harris's first eight essays to Biblionotes as my first eight Christmas blog posts: Ex-Libris, Chapbooks, Grangerisers, Miniature Books, Peter Motteux, The Bewicks and Their Bookplates, The Rochester Press, and The Book-Plates of Samuel Pepys. This year I am posting his essay, "The Beldornie Reprints."<br />
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If you want to know more about Bibliomites, Biblionotes, and Walter Harris, I recommend that you click on the hyperlink, and read my Dec 2013 Biblio Researching blog post:<br />
<a href="http://biblioresearching.blogspot.com/2013/12/about-bibliomites-biblionotes-and.html">About Bibliomites, Biblionotes, and Walter "Wally" Harris</a>.<div><br /><br />Here are the first eight of the Twelve Blog Posts for Christmas:<br /><br />
Christmas 2012: <a href="http://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2012/12/twelve-blog-posts-for-christmas.html">Ex-Libris</a><br />
Christmas 2013: <a href="http://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2013/12/twelve-blogs-for-christmas.html">Chapbooks</a><br />
Christmas 2014: <a href="http://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2014/12/grangerisers-number-three-of-twelve.html">Grangerisers</a><br />
Christmas 2015: <a href="http://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2015/12/miniature-books-number-four-of-twelve.html"><span id="goog_135956723"></span>Miniature Books<span id="goog_135956724"></span></a><br />
Christmas 2016: <a href="http://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2016/12/peter-motteux-number-five-of-twelve.html">Peter Motteux</a><br />
Christmas 2017: <a href="http://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2017/12/the-bewicks-and-their-bookplates-number.html">The Bewicks and Their Bookplates</a><br />
Christmas 2018: <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2018/12/the-rochester-press-number-seven-of.html"><span id="goog_1284522657"></span>The Rochester Press<span id="goog_1284522658"></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Christmas 2019: <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2019/12/the-book-plates-of-samuel-pepys-number.html">The Book-Plates of Samuel Pepys</a></div>
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<br /></div>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-3621870341809632512020-11-30T04:15:00.008-05:002021-03-30T11:06:20.400-04:00Ventures in Book Collecting, Part II<br /><br />Little did I know when I posted <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2020/04/ventures-in-book-collecting-during-this.html">Ventures in Book Collecting During This Coronavirus Pandemic</a> last April that we would still be in the midst of this coronavirus epidemic seven months later. <br /><br /><center>Me: seven months ago<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vZB7keeZLmwO6jKaQUJPBhUYi0-fDUxFycJLzQpTEZOOeQ57V0u01LXvO9CAFcNGQ7RGog7hum0xIJ3cEnxoCXN0XTIl0tryPzJyhHY61cqjre7N3qKKgQg7SMyuiJKuI9h_zcBY2Jc/s1082/IMG_4306.JPG" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vZB7keeZLmwO6jKaQUJPBhUYi0-fDUxFycJLzQpTEZOOeQ57V0u01LXvO9CAFcNGQ7RGog7hum0xIJ3cEnxoCXN0XTIl0tryPzJyhHY61cqjre7N3qKKgQg7SMyuiJKuI9h_zcBY2Jc/s400/IMG_4306.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Me: seven minutes ago<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vZB7keeZLmwO6jKaQUJPBhUYi0-fDUxFycJLzQpTEZOOeQ57V0u01LXvO9CAFcNGQ7RGog7hum0xIJ3cEnxoCXN0XTIl0tryPzJyhHY61cqjre7N3qKKgQg7SMyuiJKuI9h_zcBY2Jc/s1082/IMG_4306.JPG" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vZB7keeZLmwO6jKaQUJPBhUYi0-fDUxFycJLzQpTEZOOeQ57V0u01LXvO9CAFcNGQ7RGog7hum0xIJ3cEnxoCXN0XTIl0tryPzJyhHY61cqjre7N3qKKgQg7SMyuiJKuI9h_zcBY2Jc/s400/IMG_4306.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="text-align: left;">Notice any difference? I'm still one of those people who are at higher risk during this pandemic.</span></center><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4Ys5gq1ieTJX38dzmsOUaO_k2yFbEhTHVaGLfcCiSP7P__ikK31XdFOzxif7S3EaT62lPh10yKyxWp0j0gCcTP_8Ackmp2Iz30Urltwzw2wmJ_BzUeILMtgrRR0CU0q6Utn2HEpJW2U/s640/Screen+Shot+2020-04-26+at+8.49.25+AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="222" data-original-width="640" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4Ys5gq1ieTJX38dzmsOUaO_k2yFbEhTHVaGLfcCiSP7P__ikK31XdFOzxif7S3EaT62lPh10yKyxWp0j0gCcTP_8Ackmp2Iz30Urltwzw2wmJ_BzUeILMtgrRR0CU0q6Utn2HEpJW2U/w640-h224/Screen+Shot+2020-04-26+at+8.49.25+AM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />I'm just a year older! But I'm still hanging in there! I'm still collecting books! Lots of them! In this post, I'll display and discuss some, but not all of the books I've acquired in the last seven months.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifUB2q9xT6Ed0Xwv1KmrJfSPmABG-KUbm-zHjroTYR0dPxU8cI4AfkBVbMNYz-KDXH3mhkYBwhWA42pCkbBkwWSu13jt9k05o_ckBFQ7cB837pGYD6WT7MBV3AD-73AA-h92FyMcVD3d0/s208/Hang.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="208" data-original-width="142" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifUB2q9xT6Ed0Xwv1KmrJfSPmABG-KUbm-zHjroTYR0dPxU8cI4AfkBVbMNYz-KDXH3mhkYBwhWA42pCkbBkwWSu13jt9k05o_ckBFQ7cB837pGYD6WT7MBV3AD-73AA-h92FyMcVD3d0/s400/Hang.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.librarything.com/catalog/moibibliomaniac/moisbooksaboutbooks">Books About Books</a> is, by far, my biggest collection. And I have added to it. I now have over 1400 Books About Books. </div><div><br /></div><div>One of the best anecdotal books by a bookseller that I have ever read is <i>Infinite Riches: the Adventures of a Rare Book Dealer</i> by David Bickersteth Magee. Recently, I acquired two humorous works by Magee. The first book was about the Grabhorn Press, and the second was priceless advice on how to describe the books a bookseller catalogues for sale.</div><div><div><br /> <center><i>The Revolt of a Tired Typesetter: Two Excerpts and a Threnody </i></center></div></div><i><br /></i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHY6qt8YdhCDWzj2-KFsNR6ZEHvALwrZ74wqz6nnCqReTNk67E-E_pxyN1EL-0KbZiWZourIOiZAB6DwESH5dQmDzJ9GJBXZusMKt6eteGrRMrxERPJVNxYMGmaGp9Mv8lQ2Rq-uBTWlM/s2048/IMG_4847.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1692" data-original-width="2048" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHY6qt8YdhCDWzj2-KFsNR6ZEHvALwrZ74wqz6nnCqReTNk67E-E_pxyN1EL-0KbZiWZourIOiZAB6DwESH5dQmDzJ9GJBXZusMKt6eteGrRMrxERPJVNxYMGmaGp9Mv8lQ2Rq-uBTWlM/w400-h331/IMG_4847.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> and<br /><br /><i><center>The Second Course in Correct Cataloguing, or, Further Notes for the Neophyte.</center></i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitn4f5yVFiwJ-2fAUz9GIxx9lGgPJsm_GhEepPCtRJKZx9Q0tvSCuPKU0R3Yy5YNaDInZIayKPiPZkoLW_5olrt-ce6xTivUlrhgfV8jcjdpAlXM3Qv4Mb-GldcSH5QDvhH9oKNPC1iqM/s2048/IMG_4842.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1523" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitn4f5yVFiwJ-2fAUz9GIxx9lGgPJsm_GhEepPCtRJKZx9Q0tvSCuPKU0R3Yy5YNaDInZIayKPiPZkoLW_5olrt-ce6xTivUlrhgfV8jcjdpAlXM3Qv4Mb-GldcSH5QDvhH9oKNPC1iqM/w478-h640/IMG_4842.JPG" width="478" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i>Years ago, I had a copy of Magee's first book on cataloguing. I sent it to Gabriel Austin when he was still at Four Oaks Farm in New Jersey. And he and Mary Hyde shared a few chuckles when he read Magee's cataloguing advice out loud after dinner one night.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The author of this next book shares David Magee's namesake. But both Magees may have shared my affection for this snack.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwO_bsB3j1aBzPpf1EshhCfu9AgHeEqANvdiU4jfEzM6aJjzJezezEtdR18HM_UBksQJeUdmuBjRWCgVu9cH7aOb3pOOQSXtIuKstO_P0hX6rgPzqmfpdWnjZ5t-fbzd9ZOuBIQjP9HnA/s2048/IMG_4851.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1656" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwO_bsB3j1aBzPpf1EshhCfu9AgHeEqANvdiU4jfEzM6aJjzJezezEtdR18HM_UBksQJeUdmuBjRWCgVu9cH7aOb3pOOQSXtIuKstO_P0hX6rgPzqmfpdWnjZ5t-fbzd9ZOuBIQjP9HnA/s320/IMG_4851.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div>The immortal Anthony Rota was sometimes called the Doyen of the British Book Trade. Here's a lecture on bibliography that he gave at the Library of Congress on April 24, 1984.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IWXM0PfMm8IMKZK9yexycrM_5nNf3Yw2VlX_0IDRRIg0Y5B7flBVb4gVfecngkTFwFJUswGFnDLWKsrCx01MddyJ2XkGkrWx_DsserAPZrmRSnsSb3qjvEH0mJYu05IaG9oFjJQemSA/s2048/IMG_4833.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1533" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IWXM0PfMm8IMKZK9yexycrM_5nNf3Yw2VlX_0IDRRIg0Y5B7flBVb4gVfecngkTFwFJUswGFnDLWKsrCx01MddyJ2XkGkrWx_DsserAPZrmRSnsSb3qjvEH0mJYu05IaG9oFjJQemSA/w300-h400/IMG_4833.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div>I have three books by Donald C. Dickinson in my library: his dictionary of American book dealers; his dictionary of American book collectors; and his biography of John Carter. To add a bibliography of the works of the bookman Hellmut Lehmann-Haupt by Dickinson is icing on the cake.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqv2stcfUsPxyS_3tRGtzsVDcR9p2QUn38CFEa_eApPvXnRvsTtW0BtFFfSl742QAscH7jIgAu2uR9U2MUbs995P_2dW89oNfXJyxNmLLsmldh2CoxmIzZp6mMYbTbAvxYuwV2Kw9Mddg/s2048/helmut.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqv2stcfUsPxyS_3tRGtzsVDcR9p2QUn38CFEa_eApPvXnRvsTtW0BtFFfSl742QAscH7jIgAu2uR9U2MUbs995P_2dW89oNfXJyxNmLLsmldh2CoxmIzZp6mMYbTbAvxYuwV2Kw9Mddg/w640-h480/helmut.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />One of the largest books I recently purchased was <i>The Pioneer Ameericanists: Early Collectors, Dealers, and Bibliographers</i> by J. Kevin Graffagnino and others from the Clements Library. The book, which I bought from Oak Knoll Books, is a little over 13 inches tall and is shelved with my other oversized books. It's a little hard to handle, but enjoyable to read.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikiE_ymPTw7R2se81UAyR5PvfXseM62SLnhAvnDttFwCWihpT-pqgqnLBFK4p5J0y-FccWYgC21aq6-HEm8Embgo8Xjv1ZcV-Vb4_zjlBsBhqtlNf4NblT4OX3Tc-fbxLTDyUIbEkgnuI/s500/51%252BsLIbs9sL._SX450_SY635_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="371" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikiE_ymPTw7R2se81UAyR5PvfXseM62SLnhAvnDttFwCWihpT-pqgqnLBFK4p5J0y-FccWYgC21aq6-HEm8Embgo8Xjv1ZcV-Vb4_zjlBsBhqtlNf4NblT4OX3Tc-fbxLTDyUIbEkgnuI/w298-h400/51%252BsLIbs9sL._SX450_SY635_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>The smallest book I bought recently was a miniature book formerly owned by the great Kalman L. Levitan, and sold by my friend John Howell. The title of the book is <i>How the Art of Printing Was Invented: A Bibliofantasy. </i>In this story, we find out how and why the art of printing was invented. It was because a monk in a monastery by the name of Dominikus had gotten too tired to write manuscripts anymore, and wanted someone to invent the art of printing....</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRdi37NMiKIyOLV5KxivEXl7H_OyJzeOzAFxoOoJUIbC_AZr4jjqzP9OE6L6cXuF150ZBJV-a87okkE7yxGo4MH7n_pBVQBZgQa4MJOBKexrhfpcxbqfNL85bN7_4tos-JedUM5qM_Z8/s1915/IMG_4878.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1915" data-original-width="1701" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRdi37NMiKIyOLV5KxivEXl7H_OyJzeOzAFxoOoJUIbC_AZr4jjqzP9OE6L6cXuF150ZBJV-a87okkE7yxGo4MH7n_pBVQBZgQa4MJOBKexrhfpcxbqfNL85bN7_4tos-JedUM5qM_Z8/w356-h400/IMG_4878.JPG" width="356" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><div>Somewhere on my library shelves, probably hidden between two big fat books about books, is a really, really thin book by the printer Ward Ritchie, <i> A Tale of Two Books.</i> I can't tell you anything about the tale because I have yet to find the book again!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXZXuPzwMzKM3FKKhVRDGgUpH30HQGbsr6QqaA2l7VtMYfgV4381YtQqma5NElMBzH9iTCF0ztkM3OaOQg1dMA30C1OqD6cjM6Kfl5xJrWl39YuogrZ7X-SbyZzZCoAGCQUqGrzx9X0g/s499/f54c059ccb1ea3e596e63417641426f41514141_v5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="360" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXZXuPzwMzKM3FKKhVRDGgUpH30HQGbsr6QqaA2l7VtMYfgV4381YtQqma5NElMBzH9iTCF0ztkM3OaOQg1dMA30C1OqD6cjM6Kfl5xJrWl39YuogrZ7X-SbyZzZCoAGCQUqGrzx9X0g/s320/f54c059ccb1ea3e596e63417641426f41514141_v5.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>In the 1930s and 1940s, Paul Johnston edited <i>The Book Collector's Packet: A Monthly Review of Fine Books, Bibliography, Typography, & Kindred Literary Matters. </i>I have three of the early issues.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6o39KJGxKnK5l7lAsMVcnxGER4updmjYvLqC43MfycFLHuKCeVfU4Ljm6iW9EQauA1bye0-_xxjw2xo3gqKnNklcariRiuJ7YX-9SZL3JSMmXfvXj0gdAhsm7gOFolSMpo9GqBWjSnTs/s2048/IMG_4845.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1358" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6o39KJGxKnK5l7lAsMVcnxGER4updmjYvLqC43MfycFLHuKCeVfU4Ljm6iW9EQauA1bye0-_xxjw2xo3gqKnNklcariRiuJ7YX-9SZL3JSMmXfvXj0gdAhsm7gOFolSMpo9GqBWjSnTs/w640-h426/IMG_4845.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>In the July 1932 issue, Johnston mentions his standing order to buy an old pamphlet with funny type on the cover.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5yfG50HDzrjCiLJ6yF1xiEcFGc1U7fZSBiHKYYHF4nn8bIT2y5X-Gf4NAn6vdLJNL2Z7ZNr8gEbs0xhqSLuKXr97ECnkv5M9jOJcmmAy-SZw1gi_8vR2lzb_8_ym1UvKxn8dpdl2hxfo/s540/121967754_10218797571432841_6597421572905570970_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="504" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5yfG50HDzrjCiLJ6yF1xiEcFGc1U7fZSBiHKYYHF4nn8bIT2y5X-Gf4NAn6vdLJNL2Z7ZNr8gEbs0xhqSLuKXr97ECnkv5M9jOJcmmAy-SZw1gi_8vR2lzb_8_ym1UvKxn8dpdl2hxfo/w600-h640/121967754_10218797571432841_6597421572905570970_n.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have yet to read<i> Book Dealer Johnny Jenkins. </i>I mentioned buying this book when I was on <i>The Rare Book Cafe Show </i>one Saturday afternoon. Thorne Donnelley, one of the hosts of the show, said it would be an interesting read.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggI72928l07TsPBBofbMH-ahrKWO-VCBMOcV0VE72LaQGpwUbKbmelqq-mrcQeZksiXhU9LkoZlZJDsK_aPnXh8xRStXZzPTSyAVBflUw4XNby6SnQfR_RY25KFxtVkafvAotb3eFMDco/s2048/IMG_4856.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1425" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggI72928l07TsPBBofbMH-ahrKWO-VCBMOcV0VE72LaQGpwUbKbmelqq-mrcQeZksiXhU9LkoZlZJDsK_aPnXh8xRStXZzPTSyAVBflUw4XNby6SnQfR_RY25KFxtVkafvAotb3eFMDco/w446-h640/IMG_4856.JPG" width="446" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Here's another book about a bookseller. It's an extensive interview of the Ohio bookseller Bob Hayman by Ron Antonucci. And I do mean extensive –– thirty-four pages. On page 32, Antonucci asks, "What have I not asked you that I should have asked you?" The interview was conducted on August 31, 1996 as part of a project of the Northern Ohio Bibliophilic Society (NOBS) to gather oral history from booksellers and book collectors.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9pdAKoTISjldHtwnZqJ8sCb3ShQI-zSNpDYjiDDTRKyUph3Akd6aRsyUcTWMYBcVu5p6VwqrRmBjgf_xEPdboqgavxnNfoveczueVefLZILsOHWY1VoOJl-9Sp819pg-HeRUiDsyeSw/s2048/IMG_4874.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1574" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9pdAKoTISjldHtwnZqJ8sCb3ShQI-zSNpDYjiDDTRKyUph3Akd6aRsyUcTWMYBcVu5p6VwqrRmBjgf_xEPdboqgavxnNfoveczueVefLZILsOHWY1VoOJl-9Sp819pg-HeRUiDsyeSw/w493-h640/IMG_4874.JPG" width="493" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>The Ampersand Club, located in the twin cities of Minneapolis, St. Paul, has a unique way of announcing meetings of the club: by letterpress invitations. And just this year, the Ampersand Club published a history of the invitations, which I bought from Rulon-Miller Books.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKuoQwu77s4V2qEXsKIJz85EFG1USxl2YNHc6aYmf0uR0_ZkDXaGm2RTvgO0BAFtn3s_7oP9R8ECzNZoh5MQF1TiOXF4WbjDsKVk1a5vUtjAct32xWtODz36dG8QlAnsDdjkyGgl-zg5Y/s582/ampersand.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="582" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKuoQwu77s4V2qEXsKIJz85EFG1USxl2YNHc6aYmf0uR0_ZkDXaGm2RTvgO0BAFtn3s_7oP9R8ECzNZoh5MQF1TiOXF4WbjDsKVk1a5vUtjAct32xWtODz36dG8QlAnsDdjkyGgl-zg5Y/s320/ampersand.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>The next book came my way as a token of appreciation from one of my blog post readers, the Bellingham, Washington bookseller, Robert Mueller. In May 1962, over 100 members of Grolier Club of New York, led by its President, Donald F. Hyde, embarked from Idlewild Airport on a tour of the libraries of Italy. Later that year, Gabriel Austin edited a book containing reminiscences of the tour, <i>The Grolier Club Iter Italicum. </i>And Donald Hyde wrote the Preface. Thank you, Bob!<i> </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTayuK11yNH5uCeNNwGNHOuhKyY7mrj6TnWCqC-9CMWP2wzhKVk9arCbqYrlrf1gF3x5V2E5g40ZB9oNf4AaayvVxDvOmLYfJtzAHSej3AOYFeJmkXIaS220_g92oF4YE367UaAu-PGY/s2329/IMG_4865.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2329" data-original-width="966" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTayuK11yNH5uCeNNwGNHOuhKyY7mrj6TnWCqC-9CMWP2wzhKVk9arCbqYrlrf1gF3x5V2E5g40ZB9oNf4AaayvVxDvOmLYfJtzAHSej3AOYFeJmkXIaS220_g92oF4YE367UaAu-PGY/w166-h400/IMG_4865.JPG" width="166" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div>When I first started collecting books about books in the late 1980s, I was primarily interested in the anecdotal books about books and the instructive books about books. Bibliomysteries did not yet interest me. Since then, I have read bibliomysteries by Christopher Morley, John Dunning, Charles Lovett, and Carlos Ruiz Zafón, to name a few. One of the best bibliomysteries I've read is by my friend Pradeep Sebastian,<a href="https://contemplationsofmoibibliomaniac.blogspot.com/2017/12/the-book-hunters-of-katpadi-by-pradeep.html"> </a><i><a href="https://contemplationsofmoibibliomaniac.blogspot.com/2017/12/the-book-hunters-of-katpadi-by-pradeep.html">The Book Hunters of Katpadi,</a> </i>which I read in November 2017. Here are three bibliomysteries I've recently acquired. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUxwOhYh3lsT5CcegYhZD3nQC1JAd_SyfkmYR6BFzBmmkLkp0KPPhGgdWkDVh3_0mY5pUcB06N19TItUsErXQ73wbn5VqoSFWGOXqHMLUohmgXePramdfMGyL7D_NeO8dImBanm2mQe8/s2048/myst.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUxwOhYh3lsT5CcegYhZD3nQC1JAd_SyfkmYR6BFzBmmkLkp0KPPhGgdWkDVh3_0mY5pUcB06N19TItUsErXQ73wbn5VqoSFWGOXqHMLUohmgXePramdfMGyL7D_NeO8dImBanm2mQe8/s320/myst.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHHi4dw0pCwsMbUxhJXAYLiG7Ya2m9f2dT866hzU_XD-imDGYVLv-7M20i6mSNzIzNNd7eWwJc5wNdaO911vVyTpfnNq3QQAC5GAy7JmHONsOD-eLhCX_ZlfChZuj8dFvN8NHH3bQZm8/s2029/IMG_4817.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2029" data-original-width="1549" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHHi4dw0pCwsMbUxhJXAYLiG7Ya2m9f2dT866hzU_XD-imDGYVLv-7M20i6mSNzIzNNd7eWwJc5wNdaO911vVyTpfnNq3QQAC5GAy7JmHONsOD-eLhCX_ZlfChZuj8dFvN8NHH3bQZm8/s320/IMG_4817.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I bought <i>The Forger's Daughter</i> from the Strand Bookstore in September. And in October, the Strand send me the author's signed bookplate to paste in the book. That's what I call going the extra mile!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXofH-oeDLH_AqFVKYDwwBskTBOV3-dj0X3_xukJIudkyMgREu1HBsizOn-JarC19AAT4OxPyGOuJ1Gmc0m4CLoLv7RQGCG6mpp_QaZbnKa7r_RC1fbvahnzWzQFfu6G1JMpr37CAv5I/s720/122997973_10218860176877938_1298105219831978749_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXofH-oeDLH_AqFVKYDwwBskTBOV3-dj0X3_xukJIudkyMgREu1HBsizOn-JarC19AAT4OxPyGOuJ1Gmc0m4CLoLv7RQGCG6mpp_QaZbnKa7r_RC1fbvahnzWzQFfu6G1JMpr37CAv5I/w400-h300/122997973_10218860176877938_1298105219831978749_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />
Speaking of forgeries, this next book was published in 1934, the same year that <i>An Enquiry Into the Nature of Certain Nineteenth Century Pamphlets</i> was published. In the latter book, John Carter and Graham Powell questioned the authenticity of pamphlets of numerous nineteenth-century authors including Matthew Arnold, Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Algernon Charles Swinburne. While Carter and Powell did not specifically accuse Thomas J. Wise of being the forger, all the evidence they provided pointed to Wise as the forger. Wise was the owner and creator of the great Ashely Library, the foremost collection of three centuries of English literature. From 1922 to 1930, Wise published a catalogue of the Ashley Library in ten volumes. Each volume was introduced by one of the premier bookmen of the day. And in 1934, the New York bookseller William H. Smith published a book containing the ten introductions, each containing glowing praises of Thomas J. Wise and his Ashley Library.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRB26if3z77E76y5fpeT_AxStWntbzN_xcVNCBbHwuCYhe_2a_vlCYEh4mTeS0mXVsbS62Q6okzpRClhQnmPC90GjuydujUrWIamgkrCXFGf2kIF9k6Kqs7GmNZ0zQMzMFE2KU6s4P7fY/s450/ecacbc6ca62b5f5597335677641444341587343_v5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="450" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRB26if3z77E76y5fpeT_AxStWntbzN_xcVNCBbHwuCYhe_2a_vlCYEh4mTeS0mXVsbS62Q6okzpRClhQnmPC90GjuydujUrWIamgkrCXFGf2kIF9k6Kqs7GmNZ0zQMzMFE2KU6s4P7fY/w640-h450/ecacbc6ca62b5f5597335677641444341587343_v5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>From its outside appearance, there is nothing out of the ordinary with this next book, <i>Old Book Collector's Miscellany I. </i> It is the fourth book by Charles Hindley, author of <i>The Catnach Press </i>and <i>Curiosities of Literature</i> that I have added to my library. And it is only volume one of a two-volume set.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzOAbVu11PbGP-zZI1LrrLLD8-DqvOHGx8Jb_QSrTzF-F0wl9KsE7XmeshxNci2cIal_up3yV3lCByDtQFjPOod6zRFMPPc50MpDTk7-1CevDSP83PDA2j6SX4bf9xarVf20fvw92CwA/s2048/IMG_4819.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1404" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzOAbVu11PbGP-zZI1LrrLLD8-DqvOHGx8Jb_QSrTzF-F0wl9KsE7XmeshxNci2cIal_up3yV3lCByDtQFjPOod6zRFMPPc50MpDTk7-1CevDSP83PDA2j6SX4bf9xarVf20fvw92CwA/w275-h400/IMG_4819.JPG" width="275" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>What is unique about this book is that it is only one of six copies printed on this yellow-colored paper. Now to find Volume II!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitUrgeu5epzB4si83X1ApvcQGbB97GTby3xqmmnE-cWpxYyJSohod_lNWwF_5CdHBq_owc89R7w3t7kPjU20m9hmpbEM3BGjaA8tt-tSHxCdMVvXGIvLW3EXnQbAvg3mOPoJeS_XLf6x0/s450/Yellow.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="450" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitUrgeu5epzB4si83X1ApvcQGbB97GTby3xqmmnE-cWpxYyJSohod_lNWwF_5CdHBq_owc89R7w3t7kPjU20m9hmpbEM3BGjaA8tt-tSHxCdMVvXGIvLW3EXnQbAvg3mOPoJeS_XLf6x0/w640-h480/Yellow.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Three years ago I bought the final galley proof of <i>A Restless People: Americans in Rebellion 1770-1887. </i>But it was extremely hard to read. So I finally bought a hard copy, and now I'm a happy camper.</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHkwnsD_r_fJjyphvTiGBsaaQtlOlMELHp80uSubRIWKznQrWSyzrInt7TkKjQoi3S9fAMlxRQawVGPAYKBzBNkcvj24pYhe5610UI3HQPNiRvWSWkbfRfxDU-iX4Sgdx-GUhbHtY9Fv0/s2048/IMG_4857.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1897" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHkwnsD_r_fJjyphvTiGBsaaQtlOlMELHp80uSubRIWKznQrWSyzrInt7TkKjQoi3S9fAMlxRQawVGPAYKBzBNkcvj24pYhe5610UI3HQPNiRvWSWkbfRfxDU-iX4Sgdx-GUhbHtY9Fv0/s320/IMG_4857.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><div>Just this month, I did a video presentation of <i>My Friend Paul Ruxin </i>for the Caxton's Club's memorial library. As a token of appreciation, Jackie Vossler, President of the Caxton Club sent me a copy of the Club's publication, <i>Memoirs of the Life of John Adlum in the Revolutionary War.</i> Thank you, Jackie!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTz8qw8b10Erg2XQkJOamcWYGQEHQKW_pKaLCzQZqnXbcpAYiVcg_8qYSapRmaVR3EETrkiDRN21InIIJPCC9GMYaxHZ0tDC6ds7vBjC1LnhalnhYy5HWPIhwD86N4D7vZJ4GKT0xObLA/s2048/adlum.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTz8qw8b10Erg2XQkJOamcWYGQEHQKW_pKaLCzQZqnXbcpAYiVcg_8qYSapRmaVR3EETrkiDRN21InIIJPCC9GMYaxHZ0tDC6ds7vBjC1LnhalnhYy5HWPIhwD86N4D7vZJ4GKT0xObLA/w640-h480/adlum.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>We all have "woulda coulda shoulda" moments when we later regret not buying a book when we had the chance. Even worse, to me, is regretting that we sold or had to sell a book that once belonged to us.<div>I had to sell a good many of my books in 2006 and 2007 in order to keep me out of the poorhouse when I was waiting for my disability retirement to be approved (bad heart). And I have replaced some of them. One of them is <i>The Treasury of American Sacred Song </i>by W. Garrett Horder. My good friend, the late Frederic Farrar, bought this book, and later donated it to the library of his alma mater, <a href="https://wlu.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/discovery/fulldisplay?docid=alma991010425528404161&context=L&vid=01WLU_INST:01WLU&lang=en&search_scope=BooksOnly&adaptor=Local%20Search%20Engine&tab=Everything&query=any,contains,treasury%20of%20american%20sacred%20song&mode=Basic">Washington and Lee University.</a> I remembered that I was amazed by how many poets wrote religious poems that Horder included in his book, and I wanted a second copy.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3dcSPCb3B51mNxJcsBvQYgbhbZVOkRmItx9aapGmNqi3wBjHtowjEH0wXGA_ukREdYiLlemLOI6kKzdorrwqBknwZn1DjeMi6rt0-p-YXjyDekYSvmc2yM0-kcpQ_LHpHON-J0A3XEaI/s625/treassury.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="450" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3dcSPCb3B51mNxJcsBvQYgbhbZVOkRmItx9aapGmNqi3wBjHtowjEH0wXGA_ukREdYiLlemLOI6kKzdorrwqBknwZn1DjeMi6rt0-p-YXjyDekYSvmc2yM0-kcpQ_LHpHON-J0A3XEaI/w289-h400/treassury.jpg" width="289" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Going 180ºs in the opposite direction, is this next book. Again, you can't tell anything different from its book cover, which simply says, <i>The Tenderest Lover.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1aOZdPPHCoJwosWte5bdHJOPBGQdw7jHQdsrxet4L5GLdjWnhGfLVJa8xazUFQtwlKcYRRl6mvJyPeeVV832khMYMGXQIhw9z7ZfTsfeK9YHHZdyjfONRyUjwljHyAPy7FaU4h_HsWk/s2048/IMG_4827.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1452" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1aOZdPPHCoJwosWte5bdHJOPBGQdw7jHQdsrxet4L5GLdjWnhGfLVJa8xazUFQtwlKcYRRl6mvJyPeeVV832khMYMGXQIhw9z7ZfTsfeK9YHHZdyjfONRyUjwljHyAPy7FaU4h_HsWk/w456-h640/IMG_4827.JPG" width="456" /></a></div><br /><br />But here's the title page:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaFSOakLVAglTvBIN-m7ufECKglxBz-fqAqHS0O88EMacZf7LWq96egZIEujTij4bTeSLbX0HcqJsecI7C_Big9m6lhyphenhyphenhswhaWLqwtdsk-nSPHBLlyNOtETAPoje2FWuasrNkkKqzLxk/s2048/IMG_4829.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1582" data-original-width="2048" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaFSOakLVAglTvBIN-m7ufECKglxBz-fqAqHS0O88EMacZf7LWq96egZIEujTij4bTeSLbX0HcqJsecI7C_Big9m6lhyphenhyphenhswhaWLqwtdsk-nSPHBLlyNOtETAPoje2FWuasrNkkKqzLxk/w640-h494/IMG_4829.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I wanted this book because it was formerly owned by the poet and songwriter Rod McKuen. McKuen puts Whitman's poetry from this book to music in the 1973 album, <i>Body Electric. </i>Here is McKuen's sneaker bookplate pasted on the half-title page of <i>The Tenderest Lover.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0r5Fh87YdGnBgUCfshq-MkQsv9A96i3Vx4WL_rgOWCOh6eKKaJjHRSpC-td7oELce_vU8nYFDWf8YOIVdGNnssbn7DIB3yY7jtrrs5Vwokb1RGqaLGODMefkI5MNRPfHVPC5f-N0auI/s1945/IMG_4828.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1945" data-original-width="1195" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0r5Fh87YdGnBgUCfshq-MkQsv9A96i3Vx4WL_rgOWCOh6eKKaJjHRSpC-td7oELce_vU8nYFDWf8YOIVdGNnssbn7DIB3yY7jtrrs5Vwokb1RGqaLGODMefkI5MNRPfHVPC5f-N0auI/w248-h400/IMG_4828.JPG" width="248" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div>I have always wanted a book from the library of A. Edward Newton, and I finally bought one: Newton's copy of the 1809 book,<i><a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/9206399/details/183365242"> Burlesque Translation of Homer.</a></i></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASvEqUwg2y01SPONFdvvR1s5WdztcLVnLauyvlusnX6EgbKekGutPEE8xIBg7DB8TDdd0NE8bF9GQwJE9szffbEIUunIF0x5WzKTyJJq5qQDSPxZ2XSwU-8h9yqJFDbJ_weZS7TkF9Yc/s2048/Homer.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASvEqUwg2y01SPONFdvvR1s5WdztcLVnLauyvlusnX6EgbKekGutPEE8xIBg7DB8TDdd0NE8bF9GQwJE9szffbEIUunIF0x5WzKTyJJq5qQDSPxZ2XSwU-8h9yqJFDbJ_weZS7TkF9Yc/w640-h480/Homer.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thankfully, one of my collections that I was able to sell <i>en blanc </i>in 2006<i> </i>when I was waiting for my disability retirement from the Post Office to be approved was My Sentimental Airman Collection. I wrote about the collection in an October 2004 article in the online version of <i><a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20041022235326/http://abbookman.com/ABBookman_F102204.html">AB Bookman's Weekly</a>. </i>In February 2017, I included an <a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2017/02/the-sentimental-airman.html">Afterword to </a><i><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2017/02/the-sentimental-airman.html">The Sentimental Airman</a>, </i>and published it on My Sentimental Library blog. Two years later, I wrote about <i><a href="https://blog.mysentimentallibrary.com/2019/05/a-sentimental-airmans-second-aviation.html">A Sentimental Airman's Second Aviation Collection</a>. </i>And today I will write about six more books I've added to My Second Sentimental Airman Collection in the last seven months.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbIcRkx0Wz9dbyXtnLNcgxhpCEhqfSQXkxkBDANg50lljovodGTDxS1TmWp47feWXLVABjjCjixuM7Dq0wK2wzXyKGdeeyKJNh9V6UVpHeRzKcSJbrUmNzAanBRB7JVLurODOUck2Ie84/s2048/IMG_4794.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1452" data-original-width="2048" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbIcRkx0Wz9dbyXtnLNcgxhpCEhqfSQXkxkBDANg50lljovodGTDxS1TmWp47feWXLVABjjCjixuM7Dq0wK2wzXyKGdeeyKJNh9V6UVpHeRzKcSJbrUmNzAanBRB7JVLurODOUck2Ie84/w400-h284/IMG_4794.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The three books above were all formerly owned by the British bomber pilot Derek Mason. I acquired them in September when my wife and I visited Mike Slicker's Lighthouse Books in Dade City It was my only trip to a real live bookstore during this coronavirus pandemic, and we had the whole bookstore to ourselves. I now have thirteen books from Derek Mason's Aviation Collection, all of which I acquired from Lighthouse Books. One of the books above, <i>An Hour of Aviation</i>, contains a letter from its author, Captain Norman Macmillan stating that he signed all five books that were heading Derek Mason's way. I should add that I have read <i>An Hour of Aviation</i>, and the author writes descriptively and down to earth like no other author of aviation that I have read. So now I have to see if Mike Slicker has the other four books in his stock that Captain Macmillan signed for Captain Mason.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are the other three aviation books I bought, two of which were reportedly were formerly owned by the Aviation collector, Arthur Ronnie, but only one of which contains his bookplate, and that is <i>Air Taxi.</i></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlifCm0cIG3Y_iyzRk4sHvYWaQxF01EsK_jJW80DXgg3o6sX-Q-PweFjOBfdV8P9AAYzsUy2Ez63rqkDlnNGqGJLXkeIPlCK_BVJIs-onUJUXhYVZD0Gm8XmzqgbCeLNhcCU1hurWkWEY/s2048/IMG_4811.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1501" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlifCm0cIG3Y_iyzRk4sHvYWaQxF01EsK_jJW80DXgg3o6sX-Q-PweFjOBfdV8P9AAYzsUy2Ez63rqkDlnNGqGJLXkeIPlCK_BVJIs-onUJUXhYVZD0Gm8XmzqgbCeLNhcCU1hurWkWEY/s320/IMG_4811.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj851khPVJj3wr62kivmeOWqnVLWskN_EXZJGZgJxtA8LNJqZ6B7qtySnQJy57QOo94u72fBIvHbVvkUjUU4ulzcFFkTEPdFSYpgmdbYX-XWTdYyqGNuVFTs7Rew9doLk2MeutAyG5GtYk/s2048/IMG_4791.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj851khPVJj3wr62kivmeOWqnVLWskN_EXZJGZgJxtA8LNJqZ6B7qtySnQJy57QOo94u72fBIvHbVvkUjUU4ulzcFFkTEPdFSYpgmdbYX-XWTdYyqGNuVFTs7Rew9doLk2MeutAyG5GtYk/w400-h300/IMG_4791.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>I have added to my Mary Hyde Collection as well! Again, the cover of this next book gives nothing away. It doesn't even reveal the identity of the book's title!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHqFJeq948N1aWZ38KeRe8_EOATLbNwqkLUdo2bQRzD5x3sVLYpJuaBFp2bFKxyEV9Tv9tH5MzubIjGH-Zs1C_wgFus4Qw3rkrAPxoYrOPap-ceqYFCsBTP9xhh9AluZjCOntfUP24biQ/s2048/IMG_4886.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1266" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHqFJeq948N1aWZ38KeRe8_EOATLbNwqkLUdo2bQRzD5x3sVLYpJuaBFp2bFKxyEV9Tv9tH5MzubIjGH-Zs1C_wgFus4Qw3rkrAPxoYrOPap-ceqYFCsBTP9xhh9AluZjCOntfUP24biQ/s320/IMG_4886.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div>It is a 1922 edition of the play, <i>Abraham </i>written by Roswitha, the nun of Gandersheim, who was born about the year 935. The play is about divine forgiveness. An orphan named Mary is persuaded by her Uncle Abraham to lead a life a chastity. But Mary succumbs to temptation, loses her virginity, runs away, and becomes a prostitute. Her uncle tracks her down and convinces her to return to a life of holiness. Mind you, this was written by a nun! I am reminded of what Mary Hyde herself wrote when she was asked by her college drama teacher Hallie Flanagan to write a rendition of the life of the character, Valya, that she was portraying in the play, <i>Fear:</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-qn18aADmsPP_t1RIX7fYldC8X3SqEK0PsrUJk1NrRAYCjWocyD9Q-j2c3fSbKUGzn3EhjHQOA_TbRqnOgI2t792iFX_wwAqqIJ3KWZhUU6cBPsvm0Lnwv8aqTv7MrapCnalwU5-xI0/s640/7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="532" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-qn18aADmsPP_t1RIX7fYldC8X3SqEK0PsrUJk1NrRAYCjWocyD9Q-j2c3fSbKUGzn3EhjHQOA_TbRqnOgI2t792iFX_wwAqqIJ3KWZhUU6cBPsvm0Lnwv8aqTv7MrapCnalwU5-xI0/w532-h640/7.jpg" width="532" /></a></div><br />Getting back to Roswitha's book, David, Viscount Eccles gave this book to his wife Mary, Viscountess Eccles.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmYi3Gxg4twYOgNPa_3Gc_dGP0O9Frkh52hnC5hyO6CEeU3uvgjy87zG9BqJohVJx43I3p4w7h0Egop9VPgROqYce31qfVZRWC8a_EUnoYK4SvEsfiV2Ina-0HDf6UTcCz3D7MwaA5P8/s2048/IMG_4890.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmYi3Gxg4twYOgNPa_3Gc_dGP0O9Frkh52hnC5hyO6CEeU3uvgjy87zG9BqJohVJx43I3p4w7h0Egop9VPgROqYce31qfVZRWC8a_EUnoYK4SvEsfiV2Ina-0HDf6UTcCz3D7MwaA5P8/w400-h300/IMG_4890.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My Australian friend John Byrne sent me a prized addition for my Mary Hyde Collection: a copy of the memorial service held for Mary Viscountess Eccles at St. Dunstan-in-the-West in London on December 2, 2003. Thank you, John!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpjCkD87Q4vBta6tRa26_tFA5LFyyxK4tl8u3DK4vppczByteNI6cyPKuOQyjBJH2tuMiPxmE9tbgdiUqaZTqusk14jRfyrJAHIxV7oOnJIub0sZsbhBkQ3Bi0OKWL4rxeiS2QYfqUOI/s2048/IMG_4834.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpjCkD87Q4vBta6tRa26_tFA5LFyyxK4tl8u3DK4vppczByteNI6cyPKuOQyjBJH2tuMiPxmE9tbgdiUqaZTqusk14jRfyrJAHIxV7oOnJIub0sZsbhBkQ3Bi0OKWL4rxeiS2QYfqUOI/s320/IMG_4834.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The author Philip Hofer sent Mary Hyde a copy of <i>Himalayan Reverie </i>in January 1959 to read while she was recovering from a foot operation –– at least that's what the accompanying letter said.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_B9GsaF1iTLCmHczMxs46tKEaMpXYTY1MPVlRrbY6ngg-3nZFukHaM78Cc6q6mcEHP0-ebBs4nrKp_0sJLChrt_cVh9kFQmy0yUxJ7wbzL9qQuV-yeNXEDJev5pr8FQ3Bi2juQuyMTk/s2048/foot.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_B9GsaF1iTLCmHczMxs46tKEaMpXYTY1MPVlRrbY6ngg-3nZFukHaM78Cc6q6mcEHP0-ebBs4nrKp_0sJLChrt_cVh9kFQmy0yUxJ7wbzL9qQuV-yeNXEDJev5pr8FQ3Bi2juQuyMTk/w640-h480/foot.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>I liked the way Hofer wrote and ordered a copy of his book, <i>Mishaps of a Compulsive Collector.</i> I won't spoil it for you. But you will enjoy reading that one too!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2RYwcYNTEbXAffiKIj9TETh7tZfMxd6xmlITvDERoFt62F3Ys0KbKD0obvsCGeEmTGF4Ly-ZxCtOrwHUcUTlMmhADpmbdaQl3krAP1_B8d4fUNFgXzP5eUyhavZAtjVrCl0ysbUzP6s/s1469/IMG_4881.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1469" data-original-width="1300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2RYwcYNTEbXAffiKIj9TETh7tZfMxd6xmlITvDERoFt62F3Ys0KbKD0obvsCGeEmTGF4Ly-ZxCtOrwHUcUTlMmhADpmbdaQl3krAP1_B8d4fUNFgXzP5eUyhavZAtjVrCl0ysbUzP6s/s320/IMG_4881.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Louis Auchincloss sent Donald Hyde a copy of his book, <i>The Rector of Justin,</i> in appreciation for being Donald Hyde's guest at a meeting of the Grolier Club.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDTVSgnAq3YvOhJgpLzUKCxHmidLg4euiR1wnvVDcRFsQHf9sc5MmHTr2_jOdtPL4tV-WJk_vYdF81tfGQJ67NSyWoJWd77tqRnoUxzNnZXDPA-lYBP0xDMRmj2yEJDJ1ck7XH8gVbUfY/s2048/IMG_4879.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1721" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDTVSgnAq3YvOhJgpLzUKCxHmidLg4euiR1wnvVDcRFsQHf9sc5MmHTr2_jOdtPL4tV-WJk_vYdF81tfGQJ67NSyWoJWd77tqRnoUxzNnZXDPA-lYBP0xDMRmj2yEJDJ1ck7XH8gVbUfY/s320/IMG_4879.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjS2RSDsW3BppcdAkzvetVurH6K3bOfHUAqI0H37J4vcQsbF2XnXmhGMCanbT98-aAWpcDct4TCWaE0W0nZ81K2Xw1HnZt8_Xqh1WDIUEBtpsUJafNHqT1seqSx3prwIh8AMm0zek5Lkk/s2048/IMG_4880.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="2048" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjS2RSDsW3BppcdAkzvetVurH6K3bOfHUAqI0H37J4vcQsbF2XnXmhGMCanbT98-aAWpcDct4TCWaE0W0nZ81K2Xw1HnZt8_Xqh1WDIUEBtpsUJafNHqT1seqSx3prwIh8AMm0zek5Lkk/w640-h346/IMG_4880.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have added to my Samuel Johnson Collection as well. Here's Vol II of <i>Catlaogus Bibliothecæ Harleianæ in locus</i><a class="lt-title" href="http://www.librarything.com/work/25251314/book/187795281" style="color: #a93434; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; outline: none; text-decoration: none; unicode-bidi: embed; widows: 2;" target="_top"> </a>communes distributus cum indice auctorum. Johnson catalogued Thomas Osborne's Harleian Library with William Oldys from 1743 to 1745.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZtaPvt-ZjTUxrbQknskMg5Ky2jbacYtkLwC2GpYAwU1Ika7BXPeSQTHSck-NGUQwgmzJ79NYvguGh9l89ZsSU5CA1TPVTcAyDU7FivZj0eOBkCgMxRo-XKG5UBIcDzDftlHNod9Pe-RY/s600/44f26fd5151ed20597361307667426f41514141_v5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="360" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZtaPvt-ZjTUxrbQknskMg5Ky2jbacYtkLwC2GpYAwU1Ika7BXPeSQTHSck-NGUQwgmzJ79NYvguGh9l89ZsSU5CA1TPVTcAyDU7FivZj0eOBkCgMxRo-XKG5UBIcDzDftlHNod9Pe-RY/w241-h400/44f26fd5151ed20597361307667426f41514141_v5.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I bought another book by A. Edward Newton in the last seven months. In 1930, John Henry Nash printed Newton's play, <i>Mr. Strahan's Dinner Party</i> for the Book Club of California; a fictitious play in which Samuel Johnson and Benjamin Franklin meet. But I don't have that edition! In 1930, A. Edward Newton was the President of the Johnson Society, and for his Presidential Address in Litchfield, England on September 18, 1930, he read his play about Strahan's dinner party. The play is included in the <i>221st Birthday Celebration of Dr. Samuel Johnson.</i> As a note for the curious, <a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/15337759/details/112551903">Samuel Johnson and Benjamin Franklin actually met</a> on May1st, 1760.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieiULMNiC7XM03lBijQB0q3EO1LzUNHu3ZjW3rINquB2_Hofo-ea-kVps4tA_spBPyV-9Zx4XoPHDolYdbp45xxwrX58S80GnafuvxmdIlD3tU7TShkih7SQczrTxWubwChbrrCBj0sfY/s1710/IMG_4848.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1710" data-original-width="1434" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieiULMNiC7XM03lBijQB0q3EO1LzUNHu3ZjW3rINquB2_Hofo-ea-kVps4tA_spBPyV-9Zx4XoPHDolYdbp45xxwrX58S80GnafuvxmdIlD3tU7TShkih7SQczrTxWubwChbrrCBj0sfY/w536-h640/IMG_4848.JPG" width="536" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I came across the next book, <i>Encounters: Some Incidents of Literary History,</i> while browsing eBay one day. It was by Lois Rather and contained a chapter on Joaquin Miller and Elbert Hubbard, which is why I wanted it, for the Joaquin Miller portion. Eureka Books in Eureka, California was the seller. And just for the hell of it, I went to their website. And lo and behold, <i>Encounters </i>was listed at a lower price than the eBay price. I actually bought two other books from Eureka Books as well: David Magee's<i> Second Course in Cataloguing</i> and Rod McKuen's copy of Walt Whitman's <i>The Tenderest Lover. </i>Both books were less expensive on the Eureka Books website. I later solved a puzzle concerning the <i>Encounters </i>book. It was inscribed "With Love, Dad," and contained a gift ditty from "Clif" whose birthday was October 19th. I queried Eureka Books about "Clif," but Katie didn't know who he was. She said they acquired the book from the remaining inventory of Peter Howard's Serendipity Books, but they didn't know from whom Peter Howard acquired the book.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5yxD6XeHIW4A19-G9IQUrsgEtd6GePSiJJSwgDXsh6zSFMnH9eBt5SNx8GLAJ3pYDezWShHyGPZGjlckxQsCV8uWmQxscqfxjMEwKhNaIqZoJMl9TOa2aMv7DYf1fAGX-Zw7GzBsQvg/s1856/IMG_4836.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1856" data-original-width="1542" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5yxD6XeHIW4A19-G9IQUrsgEtd6GePSiJJSwgDXsh6zSFMnH9eBt5SNx8GLAJ3pYDezWShHyGPZGjlckxQsCV8uWmQxscqfxjMEwKhNaIqZoJMl9TOa2aMv7DYf1fAGX-Zw7GzBsQvg/s320/IMG_4836.JPG" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAt5v4vkYD1-YCpONawTIBtLGUS4n3E7CP3ZnkMQVytyb3Sn3wDf6_ZGwPpsz4VeSPw-rIoTv9US85RXAlxmz9qqcboU6KV7SU3CiINd23jis6LzbLOWF7yFHtK_PmfHTFAaZ-yEhRmg/s1830/IMG_4837.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1830" data-original-width="1466" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAt5v4vkYD1-YCpONawTIBtLGUS4n3E7CP3ZnkMQVytyb3Sn3wDf6_ZGwPpsz4VeSPw-rIoTv9US85RXAlxmz9qqcboU6KV7SU3CiINd23jis6LzbLOWF7yFHtK_PmfHTFAaZ-yEhRmg/w512-h640/IMG_4837.JPG" width="512" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I did a litte detective work and learned that <i>Encounters </i>was printed, bound, and published by Clif and Lois Rather. Clif's birthday was October 19th, so the book was given by him to one of their children!</div><div><br /></div><div>I should tell you about another book I bought in the last seven months and that's it. <i>Esto Perpetua: The Club of Dr. Johnson and His Friends 1764-1784.</i> This book contains talks given by Lewis P. Curtis and Herman W. Liebert at the Grolier Club in 1959. I bought the book from June Samaras, proprietor of Kalamos Books.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHKeHTZivE7wL0ccDSAeRxQlO7oUPPFvElIY0zUlO4Amy5fwKAahqdT3XgBNKcoF0Z90Xst3w5ZkPKDazysmYxH_d4qB4MwMvZ80Tz2zZNgzZNUUCX9a-eYJ6KuuhPiKBkJiihW9vklE/s2778/IMG_4870.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="2778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHKeHTZivE7wL0ccDSAeRxQlO7oUPPFvElIY0zUlO4Amy5fwKAahqdT3XgBNKcoF0Z90Xst3w5ZkPKDazysmYxH_d4qB4MwMvZ80Tz2zZNgzZNUUCX9a-eYJ6KuuhPiKBkJiihW9vklE/s320/IMG_4870.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I will end this post with a display of the political books I've bought in the last seven months. But I will refrain from discussing them here. I don't want to wear out my welcome! :-) </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijWqMeMsmktDpFX2AqWQ2c0f64GhPlJiXYpg_e2QyJMM9Vi3Ty4iWDoHXj8hTjkA9LyqwscYeptA5qa5mDSTc985EkcqVFGN_MrogWuIv6YR7p8QcaA5zS_XQ20AY8_QfBMlxANH1OLko/s2048/trump.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijWqMeMsmktDpFX2AqWQ2c0f64GhPlJiXYpg_e2QyJMM9Vi3Ty4iWDoHXj8hTjkA9LyqwscYeptA5qa5mDSTc985EkcqVFGN_MrogWuIv6YR7p8QcaA5zS_XQ20AY8_QfBMlxANH1OLko/w640-h480/trump.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Stay Safe!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-2640390908028548922020-10-28T20:09:00.005-04:002021-05-26T12:02:18.829-04:00About The Early American Editions of Samuel Johnson's Rasselas<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vUqndL-v8ZUbVie8SimIrxSrG60hXl4D2-Do6i32oOPUS_AOBvTsmcqtP6GRHSbRx_381OyfVbIM7_3EBZtmYLolCL14gB2wpnTN-XSjrwUU_4iLFcYn7WeG6M81UNsbaroq9fpTKZ4/s2048/1st+%2526+2nd.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vUqndL-v8ZUbVie8SimIrxSrG60hXl4D2-Do6i32oOPUS_AOBvTsmcqtP6GRHSbRx_381OyfVbIM7_3EBZtmYLolCL14gB2wpnTN-XSjrwUU_4iLFcYn7WeG6M81UNsbaroq9fpTKZ4/w640-h480/1st+%2526+2nd.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>In my library, I have the stated First American Edition and the stated Second American Edition of Samuel Johnson's <i>Rasselas. </i>The publishers printed that information directly on the title pages. We now know that the first and second American editions of <i>Rasselas </i>were published before 1803, but how were these two publishers to know that? The first bibliography of the works of Samuel Johnson wasn't published until 1915.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB16a7AIClGKc7bZOlJ2-WOjLy-sF0X9KuFJhXrrsNBmWol6ojNh0Jk_-SAlPYDhkw7BcKOd4yvFQpPB55chcNM-yxvsx2Xsg24eoLmkZIs7hXvQSWPofNvfdOY57A4RNPXoh1400dh4w/s903/Screen+Shot+2020-10-28+at+12.32.39+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="526" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB16a7AIClGKc7bZOlJ2-WOjLy-sF0X9KuFJhXrrsNBmWol6ojNh0Jk_-SAlPYDhkw7BcKOd4yvFQpPB55chcNM-yxvsx2Xsg24eoLmkZIs7hXvQSWPofNvfdOY57A4RNPXoh1400dh4w/w233-h400/Screen+Shot+2020-10-28+at+12.32.39+PM.png" width="233" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>William Prideaux Courtney prepared this bibliography but died before it was printed. David Nichol Smith made a few revisions and sent the bibliography thru the press in 1915. The bibliographical information for the first listing of an American Edition of <i>Rasselas</i>, however, was noticeably scant. And we would find out later that it was misdated.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2xuBRpHV5yjZaQYD45XdBakSCcHfKEpuJnW-N9f6aea5ez57rwmO6euZymXOlZiV7CRuej4kTIt9-G464ppd78WHSeMVkTHjfQXiYIpdNmej-Xh1O6nH8TmXS_9VcfVdyxBsY00JggYM/s899/Rasselas+1771+Courtney.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="899" data-original-width="513" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2xuBRpHV5yjZaQYD45XdBakSCcHfKEpuJnW-N9f6aea5ez57rwmO6euZymXOlZiV7CRuej4kTIt9-G464ppd78WHSeMVkTHjfQXiYIpdNmej-Xh1O6nH8TmXS_9VcfVdyxBsY00JggYM/w366-h640/Rasselas+1771+Courtney.png" width="366" /></a></div><br /><div>Unlike the other listings in the bibliography, Courtney and Smith did not identify a publisher or place published, or even provide a complete title for that matter. The listing reads, "[Rasselas. An American edition.] 1771"</div><div>Underneath the listing they added a note citing "Boswell, ii, 207," which refers to George Birkbeck Hill's 1887 edition of <i>Boswell's Life of Johnson. </i>If you go to that reference, you will read that when White visited England in 1771, he told Johnson that an American edition of <i>Rasselas</i> had been published, and that he'd send him a copy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Curiously, the next American edition listed in Courtney/Smith bibliography was the 1803 Hartford edition. Two other American editions that were published before 1803 were not listed. And neither was the 1809 Bridgeport edition.</div><div><br /></div><div>To add to the misinformation, an article about Johnson first editions in the July 7, 1915 edition of <i>The Bibliographer</i>, edited by George Henry Sargent, cites the 1803 Hartford edition as the First American Edition of <i>Rasselas.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6gD1dxhHcLulJA2v0f4c2T0H-1HmnqFUiGokqUA2rd3JJfIDGm3LGee7MjpxvAjm_yLx8EVW6ITsWmG7MVXZGTp0jor6nBob9aXkBg11YHnycXxiGo07JdbnAnsVPN00YiQxShHwgTiY/s600/Screen+Shot+2020-10-28+at+1.16.40+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="566" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6gD1dxhHcLulJA2v0f4c2T0H-1HmnqFUiGokqUA2rd3JJfIDGm3LGee7MjpxvAjm_yLx8EVW6ITsWmG7MVXZGTp0jor6nBob9aXkBg11YHnycXxiGo07JdbnAnsVPN00YiQxShHwgTiY/w606-h640/Screen+Shot+2020-10-28+at+1.16.40+PM.png" width="606" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><div>In a Jan. 1, 1953 article in <i>The Papers of the Bibliographical Society of America</i> titled "<a href="https://search.proquest.com/openview/65df711e93a07bf5d4dc67ff7ad94daf/1.pdf?pq-origsite=gscholar&cbl=1819455" target="_blank">The First American 'Rasselas' and Its Imprint</a>," the Johnsonian Robert Metzdorf credits Chauncey Brewster Tinker with identifying the 1768 edition published by Robert Bell in Philadelphia as the First American Edition of <i>Rasselas. </i>Tinker wrote about the discovery in 1924 in the <i>Yale Review, </i>and in a book the following year that was titled <i><a href="https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=uc1.$b325861&view=1up&seq=5" target="">Rasselas In the New World</a>. </i>At the time, he thought the 1768 edition was quite unknown to Johnsonian collectors.</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>According to Tinker, Robert Bell was an eccentric publisher. Instead of listing "Philadelphia," Bell listed "America" as the place of publication, and added, "Printed for Every Purchaser." Bell's most famous publication was Thomas Paine's <i>Common Sense.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4rD0JtOIBU0TlQPm1dNsGjI1Yu3PRUEAJrNjkTsAHW4d0HrK447QK8yPAdS0yYNT4OvaPX5hOxvITUaeu7JKv4KKOgbeH6jszZK4S4O5umrTg3184SMfJPwtvmtvwYBAOndoXwHwGU0/s903/Screen+Shot+2020-10-28+at+1.59.13+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="515" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4rD0JtOIBU0TlQPm1dNsGjI1Yu3PRUEAJrNjkTsAHW4d0HrK447QK8yPAdS0yYNT4OvaPX5hOxvITUaeu7JKv4KKOgbeH6jszZK4S4O5umrTg3184SMfJPwtvmtvwYBAOndoXwHwGU0/w229-h400/Screen+Shot+2020-10-28+at+1.59.13+PM.png" width="229" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div>For the longest time, the 1984 Oak Knoll Books edition of Courtney & Smith's bibliography was my bible on Samuel Johnson's works. It included a 1963 supplement by R. W. Chapman and Allen T. Hazen. They referred to Tinker's 1925 book in their listing of the First American Edition of <i>Rasselas </i> and corrected the misdated date of publication from 1771 to 1768.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFTsGn8h1SqQEDwjKclsER-5syTL-ZRlyVWZUdjBFvEl8zOVwEC3Gut4msUH0wv0JYgqmBFu6NcdNcuEjZ71GRUAp8XhUwiuGGkxsCulgDFRWeezm5si80bwXdijKC4mv2AsWcerq3o4/s2048/IMG_4777.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1612" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFTsGn8h1SqQEDwjKclsER-5syTL-ZRlyVWZUdjBFvEl8zOVwEC3Gut4msUH0wv0JYgqmBFu6NcdNcuEjZ71GRUAp8XhUwiuGGkxsCulgDFRWeezm5si80bwXdijKC4mv2AsWcerq3o4/s320/IMG_4777.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifgRvAiQwqmM8XZYhUD81w0Z60Fl29g3POHTO3g5WWIw669_vAUq0rCsYzdOlutNAf0DIo5jnvUHP3yreR_bsd7KazwdC32CzR2ehYodB8fD6TnBqFS9Hms-SPMNDNAJZfq8YdsM_wA74/s3264/IMG_4778.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="892" data-original-width="3264" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifgRvAiQwqmM8XZYhUD81w0Z60Fl29g3POHTO3g5WWIw669_vAUq0rCsYzdOlutNAf0DIo5jnvUHP3yreR_bsd7KazwdC32CzR2ehYodB8fD6TnBqFS9Hms-SPMNDNAJZfq8YdsM_wA74/w640-h174/IMG_4778.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Today, we are blessed with <i>A Bibliography of the Works of Samuel Johnson</i> compiled by J. D. Fleeman, Oxford: Clarendon Press, 2000.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFjteA6wDvQSOcgi7HgTZrmaD2JFQ5LGnO7g4_tGk1sbWVPeh6Fx4ANI7KSJBgSuugWNzqpZ_KDKXFdpPkhHBk3ua6faVbKlwHn7DqyfyyplMbnh8lBN8bgqUD94fDE0olOywfag39nwk/s2048/IMG_3712.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1311" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFjteA6wDvQSOcgi7HgTZrmaD2JFQ5LGnO7g4_tGk1sbWVPeh6Fx4ANI7KSJBgSuugWNzqpZ_KDKXFdpPkhHBk3ua6faVbKlwHn7DqyfyyplMbnh8lBN8bgqUD94fDE0olOywfag39nwk/w258-h400/IMG_3712.jpeg" width="258" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Fleeman spent over thirty years compiling his bibliography. And he, too, died before it was published. The only problem with the Fleeman bibliography is its cost. You would be lucky to find a set for less than <a href="https://www.abaa.org/book/search?action=search&page=1&sort=title_asc&group_field=&sort_direction=asc&sort_field=title&author=fleeman&title=bibliography&fulltext=&publisher=clarendon+press&isbn=&format=&book_condition=&added_after=&minimum_price=&maximum_price=&minimum_publish_date=&maximum_publish_date=&sort=title_asc" target="_blank">$500</a>. I was very lucky. About fifteen years ago, a friend of mine found a set for me at a greatly reduced price because it was lacking its dust jackets. Um.... It was not issued with dust jackets!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is Fleeman's listing of the First American Edition of <i>Rasselas:</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmVxSOsdJ5FkBS0CQwuiVNxwcKwNPqbQ5O5x4gYxLq3hzVeJxgC6ASRjo46vtXC4MjfRO17baQWxgjI5bwCjLRtpFr3f8jLHPDodVvxeCZEQhYKSykpEZnORrs6hbC_O_kUjSOPqyosM/s2048/IMG_4779.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1389" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmVxSOsdJ5FkBS0CQwuiVNxwcKwNPqbQ5O5x4gYxLq3hzVeJxgC6ASRjo46vtXC4MjfRO17baQWxgjI5bwCjLRtpFr3f8jLHPDodVvxeCZEQhYKSykpEZnORrs6hbC_O_kUjSOPqyosM/w436-h640/IMG_4779.jpeg" width="436" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><div>Here is Fleeman's listing of the Second American Edition, which was published in Philadelphia in 1791:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQuT-B7GlyYc1SYtTA69LERfz3Fz5STYmfjY_3tIYytlnoKKdKDJet-w21P901PZXCxrJmjWJkm3wiSZ6yLz_Pav6D5gDCnalb6MN6hCO5TRyFK5FcDtbu1-vrqPB-kPpjmA7_jJifhXI/s2048/IMG_4780.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1663" data-original-width="2048" height="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQuT-B7GlyYc1SYtTA69LERfz3Fz5STYmfjY_3tIYytlnoKKdKDJet-w21P901PZXCxrJmjWJkm3wiSZ6yLz_Pav6D5gDCnalb6MN6hCO5TRyFK5FcDtbu1-vrqPB-kPpjmA7_jJifhXI/w640-h520/IMG_4780.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>And here is his listing of the 1803 edition. He includes the words "First American Edition" because he is posting what is stated on the title page:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWyA8G9mXQqw3c8yzGpGHA4rKjpHAPwac_Trf0nYE2d0kn364vR8LyyEAcXst8ojdbylbP3dcjaJQnWw_gS8SBgY-pwYQ3SlKyL9PLbwEquiQ07-lvW-5SLtf1KOXiyHBWXM_ciSaQ4M/s2312/IMG_4781.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="892" data-original-width="2312" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWyA8G9mXQqw3c8yzGpGHA4rKjpHAPwac_Trf0nYE2d0kn364vR8LyyEAcXst8ojdbylbP3dcjaJQnWw_gS8SBgY-pwYQ3SlKyL9PLbwEquiQ07-lvW-5SLtf1KOXiyHBWXM_ciSaQ4M/w640-h246/IMG_4781.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Finally, in the age of the internet today we have far greater research capabilities than that of Chauncey Brewster Tinker in 1924, or that of Robert Metzdorf in 1953. Today, for bibliographical listings of the 1768 First Edition of <i>Rasselas</i>, I can cite Hildeburn 2368 and Evans 10939. Both works were published before 1924. The Hildeburn volume was published in 1886, and the Evans volume was published in 1907. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2TdJ-3pjCdaUYQNzoFuqqEvKWe4OYyAtBRYmy3IPEcQGUpIz2ZBY5GQgU8XBw009iMN_6LKvmyLyiM_HwivADjElkTxfUVFSj7l79V-h0v6TA75ReiQCeG99Q6_xGdtPd87UXyBVdKE/s2048/HIldeburn+2368.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2TdJ-3pjCdaUYQNzoFuqqEvKWe4OYyAtBRYmy3IPEcQGUpIz2ZBY5GQgU8XBw009iMN_6LKvmyLyiM_HwivADjElkTxfUVFSj7l79V-h0v6TA75ReiQCeG99Q6_xGdtPd87UXyBVdKE/w640-h480/HIldeburn+2368.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVIt_sSfW22G2UhmWKGuHwsMmM-pbgnCCwbGgTjuoyHgjUvYDmosNWkScwjvTiCMQcSKH4OqIdoKvyRZpzbA6uWEPbU5m0sIBVnr4yUt5iOB_sis2r_tGvN-CHP-yrenFbjXqBULUTWDs/s784/Evans+tp.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="784" data-original-width="577" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVIt_sSfW22G2UhmWKGuHwsMmM-pbgnCCwbGgTjuoyHgjUvYDmosNWkScwjvTiCMQcSKH4OqIdoKvyRZpzbA6uWEPbU5m0sIBVnr4yUt5iOB_sis2r_tGvN-CHP-yrenFbjXqBULUTWDs/w472-h640/Evans+tp.png" width="472" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW9ZCdDSTLwuQnSm_zd0-lay8kxq0jsESkMIRS2IxBhtXuK-l27XizXt9FjLwBd8WZxf-ZL552xdwgxMcs1R1S0lsE1YTJ64EIIRhwMxrjG-Dp5RqmgKjSCSojQfU2gfmnlLaYPN-wPx0/s786/Screen+Shot+2020-10-28+at+3.58.29+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="574" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW9ZCdDSTLwuQnSm_zd0-lay8kxq0jsESkMIRS2IxBhtXuK-l27XizXt9FjLwBd8WZxf-ZL552xdwgxMcs1R1S0lsE1YTJ64EIIRhwMxrjG-Dp5RqmgKjSCSojQfU2gfmnlLaYPN-wPx0/w468-h640/Screen+Shot+2020-10-28+at+3.58.29+PM.png" width="468" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-3050786300356147762020-09-28T08:10:00.010-04:002020-09-28T09:52:27.735-04:00On Buying Multiple Copies of Paul Ruxin's Book, Friday Lunch<p> Why would bibliophiles buy multiple copies of a book? There are reasons for our madness. John Byrne, my Johnsonian friend from Australia, wants to buy copies of Samuel Johnson's <i>Rasselas</i> for every year the book was printed. He wants to show that <i>Rasselas</i> was never out of print since it was first printed in 1759. Kurt Zimmerman, my books about books friend from Texas, buys multiple copies of books about books. He wants copies of books about books that were formerly owned by famous bibliophiles. I, on the other hand, have had several reasons for buying multiple copies of Paul Ruxin's book, <i>Friday Lunch.</i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixi8-NTxhd0wgi5-LB26k2V6OJ9c0bCzS-je6PhdlTBbE_AgRSUfyGMnJVa2KIcFooJiQJQNRwSLcJIFDqaxc7Fc6aPPCT_6Ce31gP3vunS7r12xBJLj28NsUTkZ-3rZJ7TMkfKzXaH-0/s180/05d36fb8a27928659394a315277433041414141_v5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="135" data-original-width="180" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixi8-NTxhd0wgi5-LB26k2V6OJ9c0bCzS-je6PhdlTBbE_AgRSUfyGMnJVa2KIcFooJiQJQNRwSLcJIFDqaxc7Fc6aPPCT_6Ce31gP3vunS7r12xBJLj28NsUTkZ-3rZJ7TMkfKzXaH-0/w320-h242/05d36fb8a27928659394a315277433041414141_v5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><i>Friday Lunch </i>contains talks that Paul Ruxin gave before the members of the Rowfant Club of Cleveland at their Friday lunches. I wanted to buy a copy of the book in 2004 because I was going to be giving a talk before the Florida Bibliophile Society (FBS), and hoped to pick up some tips on giving presentations by reading Paul Ruxin's book. <p>Lee Harrer, a founding member of the Florida Bibliophile Society, was a member of the Caxton Club of Chicago as well, and gave me a copy of <i>The Caxtonian </i>during the September 2004 FBS meeting. This issue contained a talk about association copies that Paul Ruxin had given before the Aldus Society of Columbus, Ohio, in May of 2004. Lee knew I would enjoy reading the article because Paul Ruxin was a Samuel Johnson collector, same as me. Moreover, I, too, collected association copies. </p><p>I did enjoy reading the article, and then wrote Paul Ruxin. I congratulated him on his article, and introduced myself as a fellow collector of association copies and Samuel Johnson – but on a mailman's salary (Paul was a partner in a prestigious law firm). I told him I would be ordering a copy of his book, <i>Friday Lunch, </i>and explained my reason for wanting to buy it. Paul Ruxin responded and asked me where I had found a copy of his book. He said he was trying to find copies himself to give to friends. I told him that at $75, the book was really too expensive for me, so I gave him the bookseller's contact information, and I thought that was the end of the matter. I decided to take the day off from delivering the mail the following Friday, and was just about to sit down and have lunch when my mailman came to my door with a parcel for me. It was a copy of <i>Friday Lunch. </i>It came with this presentation card:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EM6p6Svjoa4OTVMjPrDVGE0-csGVp3Sa8ZP9UmMhcs_L8tpOtJwOAUnzZon1koxGC72WPUOSVokX2nCTbhnOFQZqwgWUj2EQoA5kv1Fuhjpe5cYO89airT5QKedPgxAekEq8alez-60/s640/Ruxin+Card.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EM6p6Svjoa4OTVMjPrDVGE0-csGVp3Sa8ZP9UmMhcs_L8tpOtJwOAUnzZon1koxGC72WPUOSVokX2nCTbhnOFQZqwgWUj2EQoA5kv1Fuhjpe5cYO89airT5QKedPgxAekEq8alez-60/s640/Ruxin+Card.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EM6p6Svjoa4OTVMjPrDVGE0-csGVp3Sa8ZP9UmMhcs_L8tpOtJwOAUnzZon1koxGC72WPUOSVokX2nCTbhnOFQZqwgWUj2EQoA5kv1Fuhjpe5cYO89airT5QKedPgxAekEq8alez-60/s640/Ruxin+Card.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxBBOAF32tUHJtuPFi2znuv0TdVYVDVVOckhAj7abtCUxnBQSc8p-0uILYnGsXDur5oF96Lmhqzui9-9q92B23QqxSENHKKErRWkY5mB6dcwc9N6tOenoZSyytdGj-GQyE-eL5TeYAoc/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="210" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxBBOAF32tUHJtuPFi2znuv0TdVYVDVVOckhAj7abtCUxnBQSc8p-0uILYnGsXDur5oF96Lmhqzui9-9q92B23QqxSENHKKErRWkY5mB6dcwc9N6tOenoZSyytdGj-GQyE-eL5TeYAoc/w263-h400/image.jpeg" width="263" /></a></div><br /></div><br /></div><span></span>For the next 12 years, I routinely searched the web for copies of <i>Friday Lunch,</i> and forwarded the bookseller contact information to him. Paul would then purchase the book and decide which friend to send the copy to. Paul had lots of friends, and never had enough copies for all of them. On April 15, 2016, Paul Ruxin died in a freak automobile accident. A chunk of concrete smashed through the windshield of a car he was riding in and struck him. <div><br /></div><div>Old habits die hard, and I still found myself periodically searching the web for copies of <i>Friday Lunch </i>even after Paul died. One particular copy on AbeBooks struck my fancy in July 2017 even though it was lacking the slipcase. In his listing, the bookseller wrote, "inscribed by the author to well known literary critic and book reviewer." Curiosity got the best of me. I ordered the book for myself. Here's Paul's presentation inscription:</div><div><br /></div><blockquote>To xxxx,</blockquote><blockquote><p>With gratitude and affection, and the hope that the contents will not make an embarrassment of the acknowledgement.</p></blockquote><blockquote><p> Paul</p></blockquote><p> 1 December 2001</p><p><br /></p><p>It didn't take long to identify the former owner of this copy of <i>Friday Lunch. </i>Paul praised him in the Appetizer of <i>Friday Lunch </i>for teaching him how to read. What did surprise me, though, was that the former owner was still alive, and that he would even consider getting rid of his copy of <i>Friday Lunch.</i> In retrospect, he was already in his late 80s, so maybe he decided to get rid of his books while he was still alive. I wanted to make sure I didn't embarrass him by mentioning him by name in my post so I wrote him. I informed him that I was a friend of Paul Ruxin's, that I had bought his copy of <i>Friday Lunch</i>, and that I would be writing about acquiring it on My Sentimental Library blog.<i> </i>The former owner expressed chagrin that he had parted with Paul's book, but was glad that I was the one who had it. He said he was getting rid of things and somehow the book ended in the wrong pile. That made me feel better. I decided not write about acquiring his copy of the book on My Sentimental Library blog. Instead, I sent the book back to him and wrote about something else. Paul would have liked that.</p><p>I was looking for copies of <i>Friday Lunch </i>again on August 31, 2020. My Australian friend John Byrne had just read my August post to My Sentimental Library blog, "Other People's Ownership Signatures in My Samuel Johnson and James Boswell Books." <i>Friday Lunch</i> was one of the books I mentioned in the post. Surprisingly, John did not have a copy! There were eight copies of <i>Friday Lunch </i>listed on AbeBooks. I bought two of them. One for John, and another copy for me.</p><p>I couldn't have found a better copy for John Byrne! The former owner's first name was John. Paul's inscription begins, "To John...." The other copy, even with a word misspelled in the listing, was all too familiar to me: </p><p></p><blockquote>"inscribed by the author to well knowned (sic) literary critic and book reviewer." </blockquote><p></p><p> I stared at the listing for what seemed like hours, hoping that I wasn't reading into what I thought I was reading. This copy of the book was missing its slipcase too. Was it the same copy of the book I had bought before? Curiosity got the best of me. I bought this copy of the book, but hopefully not for a second time. Yes. It was the very copy of <i>Friday Lunch </i>that I bought in 2017. But this time I'm keeping it! </p><p>There is even more that adds to the provenance history of this book. In 2017, two friends of Paul Ruxin's, Samuel Ellenport and Gordon Pradl, edited a tribute book to him, <i>The Past As Present: Selected Thoughts and Essays [of] Paul T. Ruxin,</i> for the Caxton Club, the Club of Odd Volumes, the Johnsonians and the Rowfant Club. The man who wrote the introduction to <i>The Past as Present</i> was the former owner of the copy of <i>Friday Lunch </i>that I bought a second time! All three books now stand together next to each other in my library as I write about them on My Sentimental Library blog.</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigvQbtmb_gs7dGvxvU5d4x56JMXcRUYfFhs4p19SuN9l2AQoIAczBHzqZP7Rqr_jfXj9slsGhz_OAcSc-9PFmlFORA7-DxCEY_804c6wFFrtkDr_H4GmHBMJ7h2ThGKCYYFpfXyvLLT9A/s2048/IMG_4713.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1749" data-original-width="2048" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigvQbtmb_gs7dGvxvU5d4x56JMXcRUYfFhs4p19SuN9l2AQoIAczBHzqZP7Rqr_jfXj9slsGhz_OAcSc-9PFmlFORA7-DxCEY_804c6wFFrtkDr_H4GmHBMJ7h2ThGKCYYFpfXyvLLT9A/w400-h341/IMG_4713.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i><p></p><p><i><br /></i></p>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-72841378972093943232020-08-30T16:50:00.002-04:002021-05-28T11:36:13.553-04:00 Other People's Ownership Signatures in My Samuel Johnson and James Boswell Books<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Sentimental Library post in June was about other people's ownership signatures in my English language books. My post this month is about the ownership signatures and other marks of provenance in my Samuel Johnson and James Boswell books. Most of the former owners of my English language books were everyday Americans who bought the books because they needed them for school. The former owners of my Samuel Johnson and James Boswell books, on the other hand, bought their books purely for pleasure. I call them <i>aficionados </i>: people who like, know about, and fervently pursue their interests, in this case, in Samuel Johnson and James Boswell.<br />
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A few of these aficionados signed their names in their books, while others pasted their bookplates on the front pastedowns. Another one stamped his books with his armorial book stamp. Some of these aficionados had Johnson or Boswell books presented to them from their author friends. A few of the Johnson and Boswell aficionados even presented their books to me.<br />
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Yes. I am a Johnson-Boswell aficionado. Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) was the first author whose books I collected when I graduated from mere reader to ardent book collector some 35 years ago. And if one collects Samuel Johnson, it is extremely hard not to collect James Boswell (1740-1795) as well. I was stationed in England at the time, at RAF Mildenhall to be exact, and serving my last overseas tour before retiring from the U. S. Air Force In my library today, I have 266 books by or about Samuel Johnson and 89 books by or about James Boswell.<br />
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<i>The Rambler</i>, the 1776 ninth edition, was the first of Samuel Johnson's works that I ever bought. I purchased it at a book sale in Long Melford, Suffolk, England in September 1985. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Robertson_(orientalist)"> James Robertson</a>, D. D. (1714-1795) may have been the original owner of this set. He was a Scottish orientalist from Leith who was the librarian at the University of Edinburgh. He signed his name – twice on the first volume – and pasted his bookplate in each volume.<br />
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James Robertson had a lively conversation about books with Samuel Johnson on Monday, August 16, 1773. Boswell records part of that conversation in his book, <i>Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides with Samuel Johnson.</i><br />
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<i>The Rambler </i>was not the first work by Samuel Johnson that I ever had. The first book of Johnson's that I ever laid eyes on was laying bare without its covers on top of a bookcase in an antique store in a village near RAF Mildenhall in August 1985.<br />
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While my wife was busy looking at antique furniture, I could think of nothing better to do than to read this book. It was an odd volume of an 1806 edition of the works of Samuel Johnson; his Idler essays to be exact. And when my wife made some purchases, the store owner told me to keep the book and finish reading it.<br />
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There is no ownership signature written in this book. The only provenance information was written seemingly "in code" on the front free endpaper, and I think it points to a library. I could not make heads or tails of the identify of the library, or what kind of library it was.<br />
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It seemed to read "Burg. vi Form Library." I thought the first word might be "Bury" because Bury St. Edmunds was nearby. But the first word is clearly "Burg" and not "Bury." I'm not sure about the word "Form." It could also be "Forni" or "Forsi." My best guess is that the book once belonged to a village library near Bury St. Edmunds.<br />
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Fitzherbert Macdonald</center>
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Fitzherbert Macdonald (1819-1897) the Diocesan of Salisbury, was a former owner of my copy of the 1785 first edition of James Boswell's <i>The Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides With Samuel Johnson.</i> He pasted his armorial bookplate on the front pastedown of his book.<br />
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Macdonald actually had the Hebrides trifecta of books: first editions of Samuel Johnson's<i> Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland</i>, published in 1775;<i> </i>Donald McNichol's <i>Remarks on Dr. Samuel Johnson's Journey to the Hebrides</i>, published in 1779; and Boswell's <i>Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides With Samuel Johnson,</i> published in 1785.<i> </i> Macdonald received all three books for Christmas in 1877 from "L. M." whom I have yet to identify.<br />
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For fifty years, Fitzherbert Macdonald and his wife resided in the Arundells, one of the finest houses in Salisbury. The Arundells is currently in the running to be a property on the game board of the upcoming Salisbury Monopoly Game. I wonder if Fitzherbert Macdonald will be one of the game pieces?<br />
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Before I returned to the United States in 1989, I had the pleasure of spending a weekend with my wife in Hay-on-Wye, <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2019/08/28/books/richard-booth-dead.html">Richard Booth's</a> town of books. My biggest purchase there was to acquire 38 volumes of<i> Johnson's Poets</i>, which were published in 1779 and 1790.<br />
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The former owner of these books did not sign his name or paste a bookplate. Instead, he stamped his armorial book stamp on to the verso of the front free endpaper of the books that were published in 1779. The book stamp is not present in the books that were published in 1790. Eventually, this was to prove essential in determining the title owner of this book stamp. But it would take me over 15 years to do it.<br />
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This book stamp is about the size of a penny, and contained a phrase in French that I later learned was the motto of the Most Noble Order of the Garter. <br />
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My research of the book stamp began with the origin of the motto. It is said that the following incident guided King Edward III to establish the Most Noble Order of the Garter in order to honor his knights, much like the legendary Round Table of King Arthur. In 1348, the Countess of Salisbury was dancing with King Edward III when her garter became loose and fell to the floor, causing some of the other people on the dance floor to snicker. But King Edward picked up the garter, wrapped it around his own knee and said, "Honi soit qui mal y pense," which translated means "Shame on him who thinks evil of it." <br />
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Fast forward to 2002. I acquired a copy of Cyril Davenport's <i>English Heraldic Book-S</i><i>tamps, </i>and narrowed my search down to a member of the Sackville family. Not one but two Sackvilles, John Frederick Sackville (1745-1799) the Third Duke of Dorset, or Charles Sackville-Germaine (1767-1843), the Fifth Duke of Dorset, could have been the owner of the set of <i>Johnson's Poets. B</i>oth of them were elected to the Order of the Garter, John Frederick Sackville in 1788 and Charles Sackville-Germaine in 1843. John Frederick Sackville, however, was never officially inducted into the Order of the Garter. When he was elected, he was still serving as the British Ambassador to France.<br />
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It wasn't until 2006 that I identified which Sackville it was. And I have Horace Walpole (1717-1797) to thank for helping to identify <a href="https://www.wikitree.com/wiki/Sackville-50">John Frederick Sackville</a> as the title holder of the book stamp and thus the former owner of my volumes of <i>Johnson's Poets. </i>Actually, I have Her Ladyship Mary Hyde Eccles (1912-2003) to thank as well! It was her set of <i>The Letters of Horace Walpole</i>, which I have in my library,<i> </i>that verified the findings of my research. While researching John Frederick Sackville, I learned that his mistress accompanied him to France, a famous ballerina by the name of La Bacelli. And Walpole, in a letter to his friend Hannah More, dated July 4, 1788, mentions both the ambassador and La Bacelli in his letter:<br />
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<i style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: 23.183998107910156px;">You say you hear no news, yet you quote Mr. Topham; therefore, why should I tell you that the King is going to Cheltenham? or that the Bacelli lately danced at the Opera at Paris with a blue bandeau on her forehead inscribed, Honi soit qui mal y pense! </i><i style="caret-color: rgb(61, 67, 198); color: #3d43c6; font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: 23.183998107910156px;">Now who can doubt but she is as pure as the Countess of Salisbury? Was not it ingenious? and was not the ambassador so to allow it? No doubt he took it as a compliment to his own knee."</i></blockquote>
Here's where the unstamped volumes of the 1790 edition play a part. Sackville returned to England at the onset of the French Revolution in 1789. I believe that Sackville had the volumes of the 1779 edition stamped while he was still in France, as a way to acknowledge his election to the Order of the Garter. When he acquired the volumes from the 1790 edition, he never bothered to get them stamped. If, on the other hand, Charles Sackville-Germaine were the owner, I believe he would have had all the volumes of the 1779 and 1790 editions stamped.<br />
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When John Frederick Sackville returned to England, it was to his humble abode at Knole House, a 365 room calendar house. Sackville was a patron of the arts, and had one of Sir Joshua Reynolds' paintings of Samuel Johnson at Knole House – and a nude sculpture of La Bacelli as well! I sometimes wonder if Sackville's set of <i>Johnson's Poets </i>was still at Knole House years later when Virginia Woolf lived there with her lover Vita Sackville-West? Did they read them?<br />
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This odd volume of the 1794 New York edition of <i>The Works of Peter Pindar </i>was formerly owned by Nathaniel Perley (1763-1824) a lawyer and businessman from Hallowell, Maine. It was then handed down to his son George Dummer Perley (1797-1826), who passed it on to his sister Caroline Augusta Perley (1811-1850).<br />
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Peter Pindar was the pseudonym of John Wolcot (1738-1819) an English satirist. James Boswell was one of the people Wolcot ridiculed, and this volume contains two of his attacks on Boswell.<br />
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It was said on the kinomin.com website that Nathaniel Perley was noted for his wit and for his anecdotes. He spent more time with his property interests than his lawyerly interests. But there is one trial anecdote about him that I want to share: An important witness from the other side had been on the stand for two or three hours when the court adjourned for dinner. When Nathaniel Perley called the same witness back on the stand after dinner, the judge remarked, "This witness has been examined at great length already; what do you expect to obtain from him?" Mr. Perley immediately replied, "The truth, your honor; I've obtained everything else."<br />
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His son George Bummer Perley graduated from Bowdoin College, and studied law with his father. He was witty like his father, but the practice of law just wasn't for him. He died at the age of 26, only two years after his father died. His sister Caroline was a school teacher in Hallowell for her entire adult life. She is buried with her parents in the Hallowell Village Cemetery.<br />
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A. R. (Arthur Roland) Maddison (1843-1912), a British chaplain, was a former owner of my copy of the 1890 book, <i>Footsteps of Dr. Johnson (Scotland). </i>He was the editor of <i>Lincolnshire Wills</i> and <i>Lincolnshire Pedigrees</i>. The latter series was published for the Harleian Society, and documented the Lincolnshire records pertaining to genealogy, armory, and heraldry.<br />
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The inscription below by <a href="https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/azcentral/obituary.aspx?n=o-m-brack&pid=161087183&fhid=17371">OM "Skip" Brack</a> (1938-2012) is an inscription he purportedly inscribed on 12 August 2011 for an unidentified friend of his. The book, a post-exhibition catalogue of <i>Samuel Johnson, Literary Giant of the Eighteenth Century: An Exhibition at the Huntington Library May 23 -September 21, 2009, </i>was published in 2011. I acquired this copy in May 2012. I want to believe that the inscription was imprinted in every copy of the book because no friend of Skip Brack's would ever part with an inscribed copy of a book from him!<br />
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In my library today, I have 141 books by, about, or formerly owned by Mary Hyde Eccles. <i>Letters of George Birkbeck Hill </i>by Birkbeck's daughter Lucy Crump, published in 1906, and shown above,<i> </i>is one of them. It was given to Mary Hyde and her first husband Donald Hyde by "EDB" in October 1963.<br />
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EDB's full name is Eric David Buchanan; but he prefers to be called David Buchanan. He is the author of the 1974 book<i>, The Treasure of Auchinleck</i>, and was a dear friend of the Hydes.<br />
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The two-volume set of Mrs. Montagu's letters, published in 1923, and pictured below was given to Mary Hyde by none other than R.W. Chapman.<br />
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There were two pages of notes inserted in the first volume, which I thought were Mary Hyde's notes. Upon further inspection of the handwriting, however, I don't think it's Mary Hyde's handwriting. I believe they might be R. W. Chapman's notes.<br />
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I have Gabriel Austin to thank for many of my Hyde books. When Mary Hyde died, her Samuel Johnson and Boswell books went to Harvard, her Oscar Wilde books went to the British Library, and her Shakespeare books went to Christie's for auction. Most of the leftovers went to her friend Gabriel Austin, who gave me some of the books, including his set of the Hyde Edition of <i>The Letters of </i><i>Samuel Johnson,</i> published 1992-94.<br />
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My first post to My Sentimental Library blog was in October 2009. It was titled "An Unexpected Find in Umatilla, Florida." It was about a copy of the 1977 book, <i>Samuel Johnson</i> by W. Jackson Bate, which contained a letter to him from someone with the initials of M. H. <br />
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Sidney Ives wrote a list of pages on the front free endpaper which I thought were references for him. Wrong! They were pages which contained misspelled words or grammatical errors!<br />
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One thing I learned about Johnson/Boswell collectors is that there appears to be no social barriers. I refer to my friendship with the late Paul Ruxin as an example. Paul Ruxin was a partner in a prestigious law firm, while I was a mailman for the U. S. Postal Service. Granted, Paul collected books formerly owned by Samuel Johnson and James Boswell, while I collected books formerly owned by Johnson and Boswell aficionados; but we both shared the same enthusiasm for Samuel Johnson and James Boswell. One of the last books I received from Paul was his pamphlet in 2015 on <i>Samuel Johnson, David Garrick, and the Restoration of Shakespeare.</i><br />
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The first book I ever received from Paul was a copy of <i>Friday Lunch </i>in 2004. This book, published in 2002, contains the talks he gave before the Rowfant Club during lunch on Fridays.<br />
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I wrote a tribute, <a href="https://contemplationsofmoibibliomaniac.blogspot.com/2016/04/my-friend-paul-ruxin.html">My Friend Paul Ruxin</a> in April 2016. It first appeared in <i>The Florida Bibliophile</i>, the newsletter of the Florida Bibliophile Society, then on my Contemplations of MoiBibliomaniac blog, and finally in the book, <i>Paul Ruxin, The Past as Present: Selected Thoughts and Essays, </i>which was edited by his friends Sam Ellenport and Gordon Pradl, and published by his alma mater Amherst College in 2017.<br />
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The Caxton Club book shown above was presented to Gwin J. Kolb on December 8, 2000 in recognition for being the speaker at the first Friday Luncheon Meeting of the Caxton Club in December 1, 1989. One of the topics he spoke about that day was his collection of Johnson's <i>Rasselas</i>. Paul Ruxin (second signature below) attended the December 8, 2000 meeting.<br />
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I have several books written by Kolb, and two more books formerly owned by him. <i>Johnson Before Boswell, </i>published in 1960, and <i>New Light on Dr. Johnson, </i>published in 1959.<br />
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I have several books that were formerly owned by Terry Seymour, including the <i>Letters of James Boswell, </i>published in 1924.<br />
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I tried my darnedest to get a review copy of Terry's book, <i>Boswell's Books: Four Generations of Collecting and Collectors, </i>New Castle: Oak Knoll, 2016, but had to buy my copy. I explain why in <a href="https://contemplationsofmoibibliomaniac.blogspot.com/2016/10/boswells-books-four-generations-of.html">"my review" </a>of his book. In fact, I don't even call it a review! :-)<br />
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The Australian John Byrne was one of Paul Ruxin's friends. And John and I have been sending books to each other. Here's something that he sent to me.<br />
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This circa 1865 New York edition of <i>Rasselas</i> was formerly owned by Edwin W. Kubach (1913-1969) a professor of English, who taught at a variety of schools, the last one of which was Pennsylvania Military College from 1963 to 1968. I say "circa 1865" as the publication date because "1865" is the date of several advertisements that were included in the back of the book. Moreover, Fleeman lists "n.d. [?1865]" as the publication date of this edition in his <i>Bibliography of the Works of Samuel Johnson,</i> which was published in the year 2000.<br />
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Kubach wasn't the only former owner of his book. He was thinking of writing an essay about a previous owner:<br />
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Here's a sample of the squiggly lines marking the passages. But Kubach should not have thrown stones; he wrote marginalia on at least eight pages himself!<br />
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Though I have to admit that Kubach's marginalia was interesting to read :<br />
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It has been said that Samuel Johnson's <i>Rasselas</i> has never been out of print since it was first published in 1759. My Australian friend, John Byrne, wants to prove it. He is striving to collect a copy of <i>Rasselas</i> for every year it has been printed. Unfortunately, John has already acquired every applicable copy available in Australia.<br />
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The circa 1865 New York edition of <i>Rasselas </i>written about above is but a temporary boarder in my library. It is one of the five volumes of <i>Rasselas</i> that I have already acquired for John Byrne. I will mail them to him when I can fill a large USPS Priority flat rate box of <i>Rasselas</i>. Here are the other editions John wants:<br />
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1834, '36, '39, '41, '42, '43, '45, '48, '51, '52, '53, '55, '56, '57, '58, '59, '61, '62, '63<br />
1866, '67, '68, '71, '73, '74, '75, '76, '77, '79, '81, '82, '85, '91, '93, '97.<br />
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John prefers cloth-backed editions in good to fine condition, particularly those with decorated boards. Please also quote editions of <i>Rasselas </i>from the early 1900s too (moibibliomaniac at gee male dot calm).<br />
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That is it for the day. I have not written about all the Johnson/Boswell books in my library that contain ownership signatures. And I have previously written about some of the ones I mentioned today in previous posts. You can view the listings of my books on<a href="http://www.librarything.com/profile/moibibliomaniac"> Library Thing</a>. And you can browse or read my posts on <a href="http://myblogbrowser.com/">My Blog Browser</a>.<br />
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<br />Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-25368431398541561032020-07-31T09:48:00.001-04:002020-08-01T11:27:46.068-04:00Searching High and Low For a Certain Boswellian<i> </i>My wife Linda chuckles whenever I can't find what I'm searching for in the refrigerator. I'd search high and low, and then yell out, "I can't find it. Where is it?" My wife will reply, "It's right in front of you!" Sure enough, if I looked straight ahead, the tasty treat I'd be searching for would be right in front of me.<br />
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I'm a firm believer that what goes on in the kitchen should stay in the kitchen. But there are only seventeen steps from the kitchen to my library. And that fault in the kitchen, coupled with my not-so-recent fault of not remembering names, has got me worrying that I might be losing some of my cognitive researching abilities.<br />
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I mention these faults of mine because they lengthened the time it took to discover the identity of a certain Boswellian I was searching for. His first name was either Donald or David. My wife hoped his name was David because nobody wants to be named Donald anymore!<br />
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It all started on December 28, 2018. It was a Friday, so that meant I was toodling with my wife Linda and our friend Eve Harris. The women were toodling in a nearby thrift store in St. Petersburg. I was browsing and buying books in Mike Slicker's Lighthouse Books. That was nineteen months ago. Lighthouse Books had not yet moved from St. Petersburg to Dade City. And our friend Eve was still alive....<br />
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I remember that I bought five books that day. I even posted about it on Facebook two days later.<br />
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I bought the Rickenbacker book for my Aviation Collection, the Dwiggins book for my Books About Books Collection, the two Boswell books for my Boswell Collection, and the Samuel Johnson book for my Samuel Johnson Collection. But the Boswellian I was looking for had nothing whatsoever to do with the two Boswell books. The Boswellian had something to do with the Samuel Johnson book, and everything to do with my sudden fear of losing my cognitive researching abilities.<br />
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The owner of the Samuel Johnson book, a James B. Marcus, inserted a postcard, photos of Litchfield, and two articles about Samuel Johnson in his book.<br />
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It was the information that was written on the post card that intrigued me. The sender, whose name was either Donald or David, wrote that his meeting at Auchinleck went well and that "they listened with proper respect." I immediately went into research mode. I researched high, and I researched low, but could find nothing about a presentation given at Auchinleck in August of 1994. Looking back, what I should have done was to stare straight ahead at my desktop screen, and look for an obituary for a James B. Marcus. Instead, I wrote to my friend Terry Seymour that night and asked for his help in identifying the Boswellian I was looking for.<br />
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Terry had written a book about the Boswell Library at Auchineleck. But he had no information about the Boswellian who gave a presentation at Auchinleck in August of 1994. When the weekend was over, I found a place on my bookshelves for Marcus's copy of <i>Samuel Johnson and his World.</i> And I put any other thoughts of identifying the Boswellian out of my mind.<br />
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Fast forward nineteen months to Wednesday, July 29, 2020. I wanted to do a post on the Samuel Johnson and James Boswell aficionados in my library. I decided to begin the post with J. B. Marcus's copy of <i>Samuel Johnson and his World. </i>I went into research mode again. But this time I did not search high. And I did not search low. Instead, I took a good look at what would have been right in front of me all the time, if I had only looked straight ahead: the obituary of James B. Marcus.<br />
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I found Marcus's obituary online at Legacy.com. He died on April 7, 2011 at the age of 89. Right there in front of my very eyes I read that James B. Marcus had a brother who lived in Sarasota. And his name was David. Dr. David W. Marcus was his full name.<br />
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Googling "David W. Marcus" didn't get me anywhere. So I googled "David W. Marcus" and "Boswell." And I learned that David W. Marcus was the author of <i>Failed Laird, Successful Author: James Boswell of Auchinleck.</i><br />
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It gets better people! Or perhaps I should say that it got worse! Wednesday, July 29, 2020 was not the first time that I had seen the name David W. Marcus, or the title <i>Failed Laird, Successful Author: James Boswell of Auchinleck. </i>I just didn't remember seeing them.<br />
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On March 15, 2019, my friend Gary Simons queried me with a research question. In the last few years, Gary had bought several books at A. Parker's Books in Sarasota that had the bookplate of a David W. Marcus. Gary believed that he was a Johnson collector who lived in Sarasota. Gary wanted to know more about him, and asked if I had any suggestions. Gary mentioned that googling the name did not help. I don't remember how I gained access to the website, but somehow I was able to browse researchgate.net. I retrieved the following citation, but was unable to read the full text. I thought that Marcus may have been a student of Pat Rogers at USF, and suggested that Gary contact Rogers.<br />
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Gary knew Pat Rogers. Moreover, Gary had been an adjunct professor at USF and was able to obtain a copy of David W. Marcus's Vita. According to the vita, 1994 was not the first time that Marcus gave a presentation in Scotland.<br />
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I had received Gary's query less than three months after I bought the book belonging to James B. Marcus. But the name, David W. Marcus, did not register in my mind. Nor did the mention in the post card about a presentation at Auchinleck. Forgetting the name is understandable because I'm bad at recalling names. But the Auchinleck presentation and the title of Marcus's thesis/book definitely should have rang a few bells. And I should have been able to put two and two together. I have since changed my researching habits. Before researching high, and before researching low, I'm going to look straight ahead to see what the hell is directly in front of me!<br />
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I collect books formerly owned by authors, actors, aviators and other famous people. I call this collection My Sentimental Library. Books with the ownership signatures of authors, actors, aviators, and other famous people usually increase the value of the book. But according to current book collecting philosophy, ownership signatures from other people like you and me usually decreases the value of a book. That may be true for modern first editions, but I don't believe it affects the value of books in many other categories. And to tell you the truth, I enjoy researching the former owners of my books. I could find out more about them if I subscribed to genealogy websites or newspapers websites, but I'm happy with the results of my google searches.<br />
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Books about the English Language, many of which were required for school, seem to have the most ownership signatures, so I will display some of them in this post, and with information about their former owners.<br />
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<i>The American Spelling Book </i>was the first part of Noah Webster's three-part <i>Grammatical Institute of the English Language. </i>It was known as the Blue-Backed Speller, and was first published in October 1783. Over a million copies of the speller were sold. My copy is an 1822 edition.<br />
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According to his inscription written on the front free endpaper, S Satterlee Strait of Stockholm, N. Y. may have acquired this book on Jan 7, 1824. On the other hand, he just may have been idly doodling in class on January 7, 1824. At any rate, I like his ownership claim to the book: "S. Satterlee Strait's Book."<br />
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He repeated his inscription on the verso of the rear free endpaper.<br />
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Samuel Satterlee Strait was born on Jan 7, 1808 and died on Jun 20 1884. He is buried in the West Stockholm Cemetery, and his wife, Elizabeth C. Strait is buried beside him.<br />
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His brother, John B Strait, acquired this book on Feb 14, 1827, and inscribed his John Hancock on the rear free endpaper.<br />
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Noah Webster's <i>A Grammatical Institute of the English Language... Part Second Containing a Plain and Comprehensive Grammar... </i>was first published in March 1784. My copy is the Sixth Edition, which was published in June 1800. Isaiah Thomas was one of the printers of this book.<br />
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A former owner, William Pease, unceremoniously pasted his family library label directly on top of the frontispiece of this book, literally defacing Noah Webster! Mr. Pease may not have been the original owner of the book. The frontispiece is pasted directly on the front board, and the front free endpaper is lacking. The original owner may have inscribed his or her name on the missing endpaper.<br />
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Lucy Lord was one of the former owners of this book. I believe she was an earlier owner than William Pease. She inscribed her name several times on the verso of the rear free endpaper, and pasted her own label on the rear pastedown. According to her inscription, her father gave her this book. She may even have inscribed her name on the front pastedown and front free endpapers.<br />
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This book was shared by other members of the Lord family as well. Lynda Lord inscribed her name on the rear free endpaper. Below her inscription is the inscription of another Lord family member, but I can't decipher the name.<br />
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<i>An American Selection of Lessons in Reading and Speaking... Being the Third Part of a Grammatical Institute of the English Language...</i>was first published in January 1785. My copy is the third edition, which was published in 1793.<br />
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Alice Woods of Leominster, Massachusetts bought this book in 1794. I believe Alice may have bought the first and second parts of <i>The Grammatical Institute of the English Language</i> as well because her inscription reads "Her Books...." Leominster, btw, is the birthplace of Johnny Appleseed.<br />
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Alice Woods was born on Aug 6, 1778 in Leominster, Massachusetts. She married Simeon Tyler on Feb 15, 1816. Their only son, Joseph Woods Tyler, was born on Aug 26, 1819, but died on Sep 11, 1822, a few weeks after his third birthday :-( Alice Woods died on Dec 8, 1855.<br />
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A former owner, possibly Edwin Streeter, sewed a cloth cover over this copy of the 1833 edition of <i>The Prompter: A Commentary of Common Sayings.... </i>Noah Webster was the author of this book as well, which was first published in 1791 and went thru numerous editions.<br />
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Edwin Streeter of Marlboro, Vermont bought this book for ten cents on Friday, June 13th 1834 (my birthday is on June 13 and I was born on Friday the 13th).<br />
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I have an earlier edition of <i>The Prompter</i> as well, a 1799 edition.<br />
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I bought this copy on Ebay on April Fool's Day in 1999 for $21.95 The author's name is not on the title page, and the seller did not know that Noah Webster was the author.<br />
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Surprisingly, no former owner added an ownership signature in this book. But someone definitely doodled on the front pastedown and front free endpaper! It could be a drawing of Big Bird, or maybe a dinosaur?<br />
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John Dunlap, the printer of the Declaration of Independence, sold this copy to someone who signed his name on both the front free endpaper and on the Preface page. An Edward Stair – or is it Stain? – signed his Jahn Hancock on the front pastedown. But a nasty person unceremoniously removed the signatures of an earlier owner, leaving only a portion of the first letter, and the phrase, "his Dictionary."<br />
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I thought it might have been John Hancock's signature, but the ascender portion of the first letter is not similar to Hancock's "J." It looks more like his letter "G."<br />
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I myself have not signed my name in any dictionary. But I do admit to stamping my name in one dictionary that I brought back from England.<br />
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Gerard Morris's Dictionary</center>
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A 1909 edition of Annandale's <i>Concise English Dictionary</i></center>
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Anna Livingston's 1814 Grammatical Alphabet</center>
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Anna Livingston was not the author of this book. Her father was one of the authors along with Josiah Wilbur. It was Mr. Wilbur who presented this pamphlet to Anna.<br />
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This William Livingston was not the famous politician from New Jersey with the same name. This Willliam Livingston was a teacher in New York, as was the co-author, Josiah Wilbur. As for identifying Anna Livingston, I thought I nailed it with this reference:<br />
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It turns out that this Anna Livingston and her father William Livingston are characters in Jeffry Hepple's 2009 novel, <i>Gone for a Soldier</i>!<br />
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The Only Sure Guide...</center>
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The only sure thing I know from reading the information on the cover of <i>The Only Sure Guide...</i> is that Mrs. Albert E. Loomis "presented" it, but I don't know to whom she presented it. The frontispiece is pasted directly to the front board so if there was any provenance information on the front endpapers, it is lost. The information on the title page helps a little bit. The book was printed and sold in Northampton, Massachusetts in 1803. A person named C. Furnis wrote her name across the top of the page, and someone named Mary wrote her name on the bottom of the page. <br />
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The information on the rear endpaper was more helpful. C. Furnis's full name was Clarissa Furnis. She wrote "Clarissa Furnis Property" on the rear free endpaper, but I can't decipher what she wrote after the word, "that's."
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Clarissa signed her name three more times on the verso of the rear endpaper. Then her brother claimed ownership with the phrase, "Timothy Furnis's Property." And to top it off, Google was no help in providing information on either Furnis.<br />
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The American First Class Book</center>
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I had better luck finding information about the owner of this book: Augustus Rathbone (1828-1909). He would have been ten years old when he signed his name on the front pastedown, on the title page, and on the Preface page of the 1832 edition of <i>The American First Class Book.</i><br />
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Augustus Rathbone owned the Rathbone Saloon, which was located on the corner of Mission Road and Milpitas-Alviso Road (Hwy 237 today) in Milpitas, California (near San Jose). In my research I learned that a homicide was committed in Rathbone's Saloon. On Feb 21, 1865, Bernada Zunaga, a native of Chile, was stabbed and killed in a drunken brawl with an Indian. <br />
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Augustus Rathbone must have been well respected in Milpitas; they named a park after him.<br />
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S. Strong signed his name directly on the title page of both volumes of the First American Edition of John Horne Tooke's <i>Diversions of Purley </i>1806, 1807). He could be Captain Stephen Strong (1775-1854), and a descendent of Elder John Strong, who sailed from England to Massachusetts on the "Mary and John" in 1630.<br />
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This catalogue of synonyms that was published in 1871 either served four generations of one family or two generations of two different families.<br />
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Joseph Mason Dill (1852-1915) was the first family owner of this book. He had an extensive career as an educator: from a high school teacher at Tuscaloosa, to a natural sciences professor at Howard College, to a high school principal, then a superintendent, to President of the South Alabama Female Institute at Greenville, then as Superintendent of the Bessemer public schools. Somewhere along the line he gave this book to his son, Jacob Smiser Dill (1856-1938) who was a teacher as well.<br />
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The next owner of this book was Thomas Dill Lide (1902-2001). He was a Baptist minister, first in Greenville, South Carolina, then in Texas, and finally in Florida, where he went from Tampa to Perry to Dunnellon. In March 1964, he gave this book to his daughter Ilda who married her husband Ted Hall on Dec 22, 1958 at the First Baptist Church in Perry, Florida. I could find no concrete family connection between the Dills and the Lides via Google other than the name of one of its owners, Thomas Dill Lide.<br />
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Alfred H. Sweet (1890-1950) of East Washington, Pa. was a former owner of this 1879 edition of Crabbe's<i> English Synonyms Explained. </i>He was a Professor of European History at Washington and Jefferson University, and the author of the <i>History of England </i> which was published by D. C. Heath in 1931.<i> </i>He gave his copy of Crabbe's <i>English Synonyms</i> to his son, Charles Greenleaf Sweet (1918-1999), who signed his name on the top of the title page. He was a Colonel in the U. S. Marines during WWII, and later served as the presiding judge of Washington County, Pa. for 20 years. He oversaw the murder trials of the thugs that UMVA President Tony Boyle hired to kill Jock Yablonski in 1969.<br />
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Charles G. Sweet was the former owner of the 1970 reprint of the <i>Oxford English Dictionary </i>as well, the volumes of which span across the front of my desk table.<br />
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His wife, Martha Sweet (1928-2013), was a member of the Florida Bibliophile Society. She gave her husband the OED set in 1972 "for the right suggestion."<br />
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There are other people's ownership signatures in even more of my books about the English Language. And even more in the books of other collections in my library. I enjoy researching the former owners of every one of them. But that's enough for one day!Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-10857222308681766862020-05-29T15:58:00.002-04:002020-06-18T20:00:49.750-04:00Whiling Away the Time With the Catalogue of the Library of a Collector and Amateur <br />
I was doing phrase searches on eBay while hunkered down in my library the other day. And one of the results for "catalogue of the library of" was "Joseph Sabin/Catalogue of the Library of a Collector and Amateur..." I'm a <a href="https://www.librarything.com/catalog.php?view=moibibliomaniac&deepsearch=sabin">Joseph Sabin</a> fan, so the listing had my interest. Not mentioning the name of the "collector and amateur" perked my interest even further, so I clicked on the auction, and liked what I saw. Here's the title page of the book:<br />
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The collector/amateur is not identified on the title page. And nowhere in the written portion of the eBay listing did the seller identify the name of the collector. But the words "Hoffmann Catalogue" were stamped on the title label on the spine.
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The seller described the condition of the book as "in fair to good condition," and mentioned that it had marbled endpapers. Even better, he wrote that prices realized were noted for each auction. He originally had the auction listed for $125 or Best Offer, but had reduced it 30% to $87. 50. Unless it was a collectible auction catalogue, the price seemed unusually high to me, but then, it had the prices realized, which you don't often find in an auction catalogue. The catalogue, however, was dated 1877, so that information definitely wouldn't help in determining the current value of books. But I thought it would be fun to see how much the books sold for at that time. A book that sold for $1 in 1877 would sell for a little less than $25 at today's prices.<br />
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I wanted to find out who Hoffmann was so I grabbed two reference books from my bookshelves. There wasn't a collector by that name in Dickinson's <i>Dictionary of American Book Collectors.</i> Cannon didn't write about him either, but listed a "Hoffman Sale" in his index of <i>American Book Collectors. </i>The Hoffman Sale took place in 1877. Cannon probably figured that readers in the 1940s would know who Hoffman was, but here it is eighty years later, and I still had no clue who Hoffman was, or if he really was an amateur for that matter. And yes, the collector's name was misspelled on the title block on the spine.<br />
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I searched the book search engines for "Catalogue of the Library of a Collector and Amateur," and learned that the collector's name was Francis Suydam Hoffman (1828-1886). Reading that name, as I realized later, should have rang a few bells, but I still had no memory of him.<br />
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While on AbeBooks, I found a listing of the book that was a carbon copy of the eBay listing. Further research revealed that it was the eBay seller's very own AbeBooks listing. He had the book listed for $115 on AbeBooks. Another contemporary copy of the book on AbeBooks was listed for $24.75, and was "in acceptable condition" with both boards missing and heavy wear to the backstrip, while another copy with the spine darkened and hinges slightly starting was considered to be "in good condition" and priced at $180. <br />
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I did a quick Google search of "Francis Suydam Hoffman" and learned that he edited a book on Benedict Arnold's court martial, was the author of a poem about General McClellan, and commissioned a memorial medal of Washington Irving, which he gave to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br />
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I then googled "Catalogue of the Library of a Collector and Amateur" and found a PBA Galleries auction dated 06/02/2016 of what appeared to be the very same copy of the book. The auction estimate was $300 to $500. The book sold for $192 with the buyers 20% premium included, so the hammer price was $160. I had to read the wording of the book's condition twice and then verify that I was actually reading a PBA Galleries listing and not an eBay listing. The auction cataloguer described the book's condition as follows: "Wear and rubbing to leather and boards; some pencil and pen notes on front endpapers, front hinge cracked, scattered light foxing; very good." In this instance, "very good," was even worse than saying, "all else fine."<br />
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Next, I located the book on the <a href="https://catalog.hathitrust.org/Record/001166310">Haithi Trust Digital Library</a> and browsed it to verify that the catalogue was to my liking. It was. Hoffman's library was rich in Americana, but also had quite a bit of works by English and American authors whom I collected, including a substantial Dibdin Collection. I still didn't know enough about Francis Suydam Hoffman, but he impressed me. <br />
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But I was still wary of the book's condition. In his two listings, the eBay seller did not mention anything about the hinges, so I offered him $75 for the book. He accepted, and the book was mine!<br />
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The first thing I did when I received the book was to check the front hinge. At first glance it looked like a former owner had repaired it. Either that, or it wasn't the same book that appeared in the PBA Galleries auction. However, when I inspected the book more closely, I realized that all a former owner did was to glue 1/4 inch of the front endpaper on to the text block itself, thus sealing the hinge. The endpaper was already splitting at its new crease, so I mended it with transparent mending tape, only the mending tape is not transparent on marbled endpaper....<br />
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My copy definitely is the PBA Galleries copy as shown here in the photo, with the PBA Galleries copy on the left, and my copy, with another blemish across the title block on the spine, on the right. My marbled board, as pictured on the photo, is really darker, as is the leather.<br />
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The next thing I wanted to do was to find out more about Francis Suydam Hoffman. I did a more intensive google search, and learned that he was a lawyer who resided in Pleasant Valley, New York, and was a coin collector as well as a book collector. I then found his name on a Grolier Club Online Exhibitions page. The page was about the 1809 edition of Dibdin's <i>Bibliomania.</i><br />
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The last paragraph of the page provided helpful information about Hoffman:<br />
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A reprint of the 1809 edition, this is the one –– and only –– publication issued by the obscure Club of Odd Sticks, founded in New York in 1864 by Americana collector Francis Suydam Hoffman....</blockquote>
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I now knew where to go for information about Hoffman's interests in books: to Adolf Growoll's <i>American Book Clubs</i>!<br />
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Francis S. Hoffman, as Growoll called him, belonged to numerous book clubs. In addition to being the founder of the Club of Odd Sticks, Hoffman was the founder of the Hamilton Club (1865-1866), and co-founder of the UQ Club (1864-1865), the Rivington Club (1865), the Washington Club (1865-1868), the Agathynian Club (1866-1868), the Van Dam Family (1866), and the King of Clubs (1867).<br />
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Each club wanted to issue books about certain people or specific topics. The Hamilton Club wanted to issue books about Alexander Hamilton. But according to Paul L. Ford, the Hamilton Club should have been called the Anti-Hamilton Club. Hoffman did not like Hamilton and printed anything that was disparaging of him. The U. Q. Club wanted to issue books on American history and genealogy. "U. Q." stood for "unknown quantity." The Rivington Club wanted to reprint the works of Loyalists of the American Revolution. The Washington Club wanted to issue reprints of tributes to George Washington. The Agathynian Club wanted to issue reprints of old, rare and curious books including those originally published in Latin. The Rip Van Dam Family wanted to publish tracts on local New York City history. Fifteen copies of its first and only publication, a memoir of Rip Van Dam, were printed but were never distributed to its members. The goals of the King of Clubs are unclear. It published one work, a reprint of <i>Memorables of the Montgomeries.</i><br />
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Hoffman was associated with the Bradstreet Press which printed many of the works for the clubs, including Dibdin's <i>Bibliomania </i>for the Club of Odd Sticks. Growoll called the Bradstreet Press "the De Vinne of its day." Its official name, as recorded on the books it printed, was J. M. Bradstreet & Son. The firm listed its addresses as 247 Broadway and 8 Spruce Street. 247 Broadway was also the business address of J. M. Bradstreet & Son, the national commercial credit reporting agency. Francis S. Hoffman's wife, Mary Bradstreet Hoffman, was the daughter of J. M Bradstreet. Down the road, J. M. Bradstreet & Son would later become the firm of J. M. Bradstreet and Company, and eventually Dun & Bradstreet.<br />
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Hoffman had copies of many, if not all, of the books that the Bradstreet Press published for the various book clubs. He had three copies of the Club of Odd Sticks edition of <i>Bibliomania</i>, including one that Sabin identifies as a unique copy: "the only copy printed in this size." Since 40 copies were printed in quarto, and 57 copies were printed in royal octavo, I suspect that the unique copy was a folio. It sold for $18, the equivalent of $450 today. The 1809 edition of <i>Bibliomania </i>went for $7.25 ($181.25). In all, Hoffman had 32 copies of works by Dibdin. Both <i>A Bibliographical, Antiquarian, and Picturesque Tour in France and Germany </i>and <i>A Bibliographical, Antiquarian, and Picturesque Tour in the Northern Counties of England, and in Scotland </i>sold for $26 each ($650).<br />
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Americana, including works about Indians, was quite popular at the Hoffman auction. A 1677 narrative by William Hubbard about the troubles with Indians in New England sold for $100 ($2500), as did J. Lawson's <i>A New Voyage to Carolina...</i>, which was published in London in 1709. The best seller of the auction was John Smith's 1632 edition of <i>The Generall Historie of Virginia, New-England, and the Summer Isles..., </i>which sold for $160 ($4,000).<br />
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Joseph Sabin actually wrote a two-page preface for the <i>Catalogue of the Library of a Collector and Amateur. </i>And Hoffman is not mentioned by name in the preface either. This preface is not present in the Harvard, Cornell, or University of Michigan copies displayed on the<a href="https://catalog.hathitrust.org/Record/001166310"> Haithi Trust Digital Library</a>. The only Haithi Trust copy that had the preface was the NYPL copy. In fact, my copy is the most complete of all five copies.<br />
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In the Preface, Sabin mentioned that the Catalogue was printed without an opportunity to proof read it. The binding of the Catalogue was probably a rush job too because no two catalogues are alike as far as contents go. Here's a display of the contents of my copy of the Catalogue:<br />
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My copy contains a variant Catalogue Notice. The Harvard and Cornell copies are the only copies that have this notice.<br />
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My copy has this second Notice after the Title Page. The Harvard and NYPL copies have the second Notice before the Title Page. The Cornell copy has it after the catalogue itself, and the University of Michigan is lacking the second Notice entirely.<br />
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My copy includes an initial List of Rare Books on pages iv thru viii that is inserted before the Catalogue itself. The last entry on the first page ends in 555 Brunet, and the last entry on the last page of the List ends in 2941 Madison.... The Harvard and Cornell copies have this initial List as well. The NYPL and University of Michigan copies do not have an initial List.<br />
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The University of Michigan copy is the only copy that does not have this notice of Nearly Ready works. The Title Page and the Catalogue itself are the only items that are displayed on Haithi Trust for the University of Michigan copy.<br />
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There is provenance information written on the front free endpapers. The book collector Isaac Dayton was a former owner of this catalogue, The American author George Macdonald Major acquired this catalogue at the sale of Dayton's library on April 8, 1902. An unidentified former owner (of Fulton St) acquired it on March 3, 1921 for two dollars.<br />
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This copy of a <i>Catalogue of the Library of a Collector and Amateur </i>is now in My Sentimental Library.<br />
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Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-59535437057906874702020-04-29T09:19:00.001-04:002020-12-06T08:38:02.549-05:00Ventures in Book Collecting During this Coronavirus Pandemic<br />
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I have only one problem about reading. It makes me buy more books! But I can live with that! Last month I was reading the Books in Brief section of the March issue of <i>The Florida Bibliophile, </i>the newsletter of the Florida Bibliophile Society. And I came across Peter Martin's book, <i>The Dictionary Wars. </i>It was published by the Princeton University Press in 2019. I wanted this book for several reasons: I collect dictionaries; I read two other books by Peter Martin; and I wrote about the Dictionary Wars myself in a post to My Sentimental Library blog back in September 2015.<br />
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Reading <i>The Dictionary Wars "</i>caused me" to buy two more language books which are heading my way: <i>The Language Wars </i>by Henry Hitchings, first published in 2011; and a modern reprint of <i>Pickering's Vocabulary </i>first published in 1816. I also found the time to write a review of <i>The Dictionary Wars, </i>which will be published in the May issue of <i>The Florida Bibliophile. </i><br />
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I'm still reading <i>The Gulf: The Making of an American Sea </i>by Jack E. Davis. First published in 2017, this whopper of a book (592 pages) earned Davis the Pulitzer Prize for History in 2018. It also earned him an invitation to be the keynote speaker at a gala banquet on Saturday April 25, 2020 during the 2020 Florida FABS Tour that was to be hosted by the Florida Bibliophile Society. The banquet was cancelled, as was the tour itself. The Society, however, will be publishing a special issue of <i>The Florida Bibliophile </i>later next month covering what would have been a Florida FABS Tour Book. Included will be two reviews of <i>The Gulf,</i> one by yours truly, and the other by the highly renowned map collector and founding member of the Tampa Bay History Center, Tom Touchton.<br />
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When I'm not reading, I've been doing a lot of book browsing while sheltering in place, and came across a book about the Gulf that had a rather long title. I had just read about the book and its author in Jack Davis' book <i>The Gulf:</i><br />
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<i>An historical narrative and topographical description of Louisiana, and West-Florida : comprehending the river Mississippi with its principal branches and settlements, and the rivers Pearl, Pascagoula, Mobille, Perdido, Escambia, Chacta-Hatcha, &c. : The climate, soil, and produce whether animal, vegetable, or mineral; : with directions for sailing into all the bays, lakes, harbours and rivers on the north side of the Gulf of Mexico, and for navigating between the islands situated along that coast, and ascending the Mississippi River</i>
By Thomas Hutchins. Published Philadelphia: : Printed for the author, and sold by Robert Aitken, near the Coffee-House, in Market-Street., M. DCC. LXXXIV. [1784].FIRST EDITION. &nbsp
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I sent the listing to Tom Touchton and Rodney Kite-Powell, Director of the Touchton Map Library, Tampa Bay History Center for their consideration. But the book had two strikes against it: the last five pages were missing, and surprisingly, the book was published without one single solitary map. I did, however, find a facsimile reprint for my own Floridiana Collection that was published by the University of Florida Press in Gainesville in 1968:<br />
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How many times have you seen Volume 1 of a work, and searched for a second volume, only to find that a second volume was never published? You'll like this next book! <i>A Bibliography of Unfinished Books in the English Language: With Annotations</i> by two British librarians, Albert R. Corns and Archibald Sparke. It was first published in 1915. Leslie Shepard (1917-2004), whom I remembered as the editor of Hindley's <i>Curiosities of Street Literature</i>, edited this 1968 Gale reprint edition as well.<br />
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In January 1912, Frank Karslake, editor of <i>Book Auction Records, </i>sent an offprint<i> </i>of the first installment of <i>Bibliotheca Imperfecta to 500 British and American Libraries. </i>Its author, Albert Corns, City Librarian of Lincoln appealed for more information about unfinished books to supplement the 25-page list he had made. He got that and more – Archibald Sparke to help compile all the new information into a book, and with a new title! To the best of my knowledge, no one has yet brought such a work up to date. Volume II anybody?<br />
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While browsing Twitter one day, I came across this next book, ordered it, and sent photos of the covers to my bookseller friends for them to read.<br />
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We're going to see how accurately the author represented the bookseller in this mystery. I wrote the author, and he responded, "I hope I nailed it!" This book is next up on my reading pile.<br />
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My friend Terry Seymour emailed me the other day and asked me to check my Mary Hyde Collection and see if I had a copy of <i>Re-Collecting Donald and Mary Hyde: Untold Stories from Their Private Archive. S</i>urprisingly, I did not! But Terry had a spare copy and sent it my way!<br />
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This is a talk that William Zachs gave at the Grolier Club on Dec. 9, 2009. He was a very good friend of the Hydes. There were several stories about the Hydes in his presentation that I had never heard before. Thanks Terry!<br />
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I collect catalogues of libraries, both private and public. I have the 1861 and 1864 catalogues of the Library of Congress, and recently I acquired an 1813 catalogue of the Library Company of Philadelphia, America's oldest cultural institution (1731). The catalogue lists the books that were added to the library since the 1807 catalogue was printed. It is ex-lib from Georgetown University Library and bound together in brown paper. I may rebind it.<br />
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The New York bookseller George D. Smith (1870-1920) published an interesting periodical for his customers. The complete title was <i>The Literary Collector: A Monthly Journal Devoted to the Interests of Collectors of Books, Autographs and Other Historical Matter.</i> This issue of Smith's <i>Literary Collector</i> (June 1901 Vol II No 3) contains interesting articles on bookplates (Charles Dexter Allen), bookbinding (Fletcher Battershall), autograph collection (Adrian H. Joline), art (George D. Smith), and a continuation article about American plays by Oscar Wegelin. There are 87 pages followed by seven pages of ads. Another periodical with the same primary name (<i>The Literary Collector) </i>was published by the Literary Collector Press during the same period.<br />
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During my browsing on the web, I keep an eye out for association copies that interest me – books which Kurt Zimmerman hasn't already snagged! I grabbed a few! I already had a copy of <i>Ventures in Book Collecting </i>by William Harris Arnold (1853-1926), but when I saw a copy formerly owned by the late husband of my friend Caroline Schimmel, I had to add it to My Sentimental Library Collection: Grolier Club member Stuart B. Schimmel (1925-2013). <br />
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I informed Caroline about the book, and she sent me one of his books too! This one had his Reynolds Stone bookplate, but it was black, not red. Thanks Caroline!<br />
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I never have enough quotation books in my library. So I added three more with <i>Allibone's Poetical, Prose, and Great Authors Quotations.</i><br />
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These books were formerly owned by the medical historian and man of letters Henry Rouse Viets (1890-1969).<br />
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I have more than a handful of books formerly owned by prominent booksellers, and I added to that collection as well: two books from the library of Bernard M. Rosenthal (1920-2017), both with his small Ex libris bookplate. The first one was <i>English Theatrical Literature 1559-1900: A Bibliography </i>published by the Society for Theatre Research in London in 1970.<br />
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And the second was a pamphlet containing a facsimile of a letter from King James I to the Emperor of Japan.<br />
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There's an inscription in Rosenthal's hand on the title page which reads "I think this comes from Breslauer - he showed it to me in 1960 (?) or so & also, I think, had it in a catalogue."<br />
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I wanted the Rosenthal books to go with the biography and bibliographical account of Rosenthal the late bookseller/book publisher Ian Jackson (1951-2018) published in 2017.<br />
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If you want to see an excellent movie about booksellers, I recommend you watch THE BOOKSELLERS! <br />
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You can watch it online by renting it from local arthouses nationwide or you can use one of the two links below. Half of the proceeds go to either the ABAA or RBMS:<br />
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The next book, <i>The City of Dreadful Night,</i> by James Thomson, was the second book published by Thomas B. Mosher. This copy is No. 12 of 50 copies of the large paper edition printed in 1892. The binding is in dreadful condition. I will have a local bookbinder rebind the book for me.<br />
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I wanted this book because of its provenance history. It was formerly owned by two great American book collectors, the American banker Henry William Poor (1844-1915), and then the American lawyer John Quinn (1870-1924).<br />
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I am thankful that I have an understanding wife who supports my bibliomania. And I support her collecting habits as well. She's mostly a reader of modern fiction, but last month I found a perfect belated birthday present for her: a miniature book about a custom that Danish children perform on Maundy Thursday each year. Yes, Linda is Danish and she was born on a Maundy Thursday. And yes, she loves this book!<br />
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Linda collects Bing & Grondahl Christmas plates and dinnerware, particularly the seagull pattern. And just this week, during my many hours of browsing the web, I found and bought something that she's been wanting for years:<br />
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B&G Seagull Pattern Dinnerware Service for 12!</center>
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Be SAFE! Stay Happy!<br />
<br />Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105362130482278496.post-59524101954436266372020-03-30T08:53:00.004-04:002021-06-03T15:14:07.179-04:00Julius Hopp and the Progressive Stage Society 1904-1906<br />
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In November 2019 I won an eBay auction for an extensive archive of material about the Progressive Stage Society and its President Julius Hopp. This unbound scrapbook collection of theater programs, circulars, internal society memoranda, and newspaper clippings was formed by either Mr. Eugene Smith or by his wife, both of whom were members of the Society. For brevity's sake, however, I will designate Eugene Smith as the preparer of this archive. The archive itself provides a history of the rise and fall of the Progressive Stage Society and its President, Julius Hopp. It also provides an insight into the use of the stage by Socialist activists to promote the Socialist movement.<br />
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In the summer of 1904, Eugene Smith received an invitation from Julius Hopp to join a "movement" whose purpose would be to produce plays on Sunday afternoons. The circular contained tell-tale words and phrases which left no doubt about the Socialist tendencies of the movement: "<i>the progressive proletariat; the masses; the working people; educate the poor; a higher state of society." </i>What Edward Bellamy accomplished with his book <i>Looking Backward</i>, Julius Hopp hoped to accomplish with his drama.<br />
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On Smith's copy of the circular, Hopp wrote the time, date and location of the first private meeting of the organization.<br />
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After the June 5th meeting, Julius Hopp sent out a memo announcing a public conference about the Society on June 30th.<br />
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Hopp had an interesting set of speakers for the conference. Hopp himself was a Socialist activist, as was the real estate mogul Gaylord Wilshire, and the theater critic Courtenay Lemon. Mrs. Richard Hovey was a disciple of Delsartism (a unique form of training for dancers and actors). Mrs. Vera Johnston was the niece of Madam Blavatsky, and deeply involved in theosophy herself. Alexi C. Ferm was a pioneer in education who had met his wife Elizabeth Battle at a theosophy meeting in the 1890s.<br />
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Information about the Progressive Stage Society appeared in several New York newspapers during the summer and early fall of 1904, including an article by Mrs. Richard Hovey in the Oct 2, 1904 issue of <i>The Sun. </i>Hovey reported that the Progressive Stage Society already had between 200 and 300 members. She expected they'd have 1,000 members when they produced their first play in the middle of November. Mrs. Hovey identified the second part of Bjornson's <b>Beyond Human Power</b> as the first play the Progressive Stage would produce, and that it was already under rehearsal. The first part had recently been played on Broadway by Mrs. Patrick Campbell. The second part had been translated into English by Mrs. Mary Hanford Ford especially for the Progressive Stage Society. The play would be the first production of the second part of the play on an English Stage. Mrs. Hovey figured that each performance of a play would cost $500. And that 1,000 members would pay 50 cents for each performance. The Progressive Stage Society, however, never had more than 450 members. Moreover, <b>Beyond Human Power</b> was not the first play produced by the Progressive Stage Society. It would not be produced until March 1905.<br />
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<i><br /></i>Julius Hopp was busy promoting the Progressive Stage Society himself. He got Horace Traubel to write about the Progressive Stage Society in the "Play Things" column of the July 1904 issue of Traubel's popular monthly periodical, <i>The Conservator. </i>Traubel praised Hopp in the article for getting rid of the star; for proposing that the play is more important than the players; for proposing a free stage by and for the people; for performing plays about the problems of the people. Traubel writes:<br />
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This does not mean that we propose to turn the theater into a nursery for the propagandist. Though I do not think that as bad as making it a huckstery. But that is not the idea. The idea is not that it should be deadly with the dullness of a doctrine. The idea is that it should be vivid with the activity of immediate life. The stage cannot be interesting because it is not free. It does not dare. It skulks and apologizes. Our age is up against the most poignant experiences of history. The stage passes these experiences by. It would like to say: How are you! But it must pass on without salutation. Hopp and his group are striking out for fresh conditions...They will do what can be done to give a voice through the theater....</blockquote>
Hopp then had the Socialist-leaning printing firm, The Co-Operative Press, print Traubel's "Play Things" article together with Courtenay Lemon's address that was delivered at the June 30th first public meeting of the Progressive Stage Society.<br />
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If Traubel's article hinted at Socialism, Lemon's address brought it out into the open. He argued that Broadway theaters were owned by capitalists whose only concern was profit. And whose patrons were the idle rich. The purpose of the Progressive Stage Society, on the other hand, was "to produce dramas of artistic and educational value in order to awaken progressive ideas and appreciation of art in the minds of the masses."<br />
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Hopp distributed the pamphlet throughout New York City, and included a note written in script, as well as a membership application.<br />
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The Progressive Stage Society held a business meeting and sociable half hour on Saturday evening, October 8, 1904. On Sunday October 16th they held a public rehearsal to increase the membership and obtain funds for the Society. None of the plays rehearsed were plays the Progressive Stage Society afterwards produced. I suspect they were plays the actors in the rehearsals were familiar with.<br />
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On October 26, 1904, Eugene Smith received a postcard from Julius Hopp informing him of a committee meeting on October 28th. Writing a constitution for the Progressive Stage Society was on the agenda.<br />
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Pasted next to the postcard in the scrapbook were the membership cards of Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Smith.<br />
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Shortly after the October 28th meeting, the Progressive Stage Society announced that its first production would be on Sunday, Nov. 27, 1904 at the Carnegie Lyceum. The program would contain three one-act plays that were never presented on stage in the United States: <b>The Scab</b>, <b>The Broken Pitcher</b>, and <b>Miner and Soldier</b>. <b>The Broken Pitcher </b>had a special meaning for Eugene Smith, the archive's owner, because he translated it from the German of Heinrich von Kleist. <br />
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Mr. Smith fantasized about the production of his translation of the play, and doodled a drawing of the interior of the Carnegie Lyceum.<br />
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Here is the theater program of <b>The Scab </b>and <b>Miner and Soldier</b>, the first production of the Progressive Stage Society:<br />
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Noticeably absent in the program is any mention of <b>The Broken Pitcher</b>!<br />
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The Progressive Stage Society originally wanted to perform <b>The Broken Pitcher</b> between <b>The Scab</b> and <b>Miner and Soldier</b> because it was a comedy; the other two plays were dramas about striking workers. By having a comedy in the middle of the program, the Society thought the first production of the Progressive Stage Society would not come off as overly Socialist. It dropped the comedy and came off as overly Socialist.<br />
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<b>The Scab</b> is about the family of a mill worker who are starving because the father and mother are on strike and they don't have any money to buy food. The wife's brother comes to the rescue saying he found a dollar in the street and bought food for the family. While they're eating the father sees a bobbin in his brother-in-law's pocket, and realizes that he was working in the mill. He throws his brother-in-law out of the house and says, "We want honest food in this house, or none." The strike is finally won, the mother and father go back to work, and there is food on the table every night. The daughter is unhappy because her mother has to go back to work and can't play with her every day. The daughter says, "I don't see why you are so glad."<br />
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<b>Miner and Soldier</b> is a morbid tale of mine workers on strike who decide to blow up the mine. But the mine is guarded by the military. The soldier who is guarding the mine is the son of the mine worker who was chosen to blow up the mine. The soldier points a fixed bayonet at his father and prevents him from entering the mine. His father disowns him on the spot. The son resolves his internal conflict between military duty and family honor; he puts the muzzle of the gun in his mouth and commits suicide in front of his father. The father then sorrowfully enters the mine as the curtain falls.<br />
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Both plays received good reviews in <i>The New York Times </i>and the two Socialist newspapers, <i>The Worker</i> and <i>Volkszeitung. </i>The critic for <i>The Worker </i>wrote, "The Scab by Elsa Barker, is the first labor play of literary merit and dramatic excellence by a Socialist author in America." The critic, however, reported that the play lost some of its power because of the defective acting of the actor playing John, the striking workingman, who flubbed two scenes.<br />
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<i><br /></i>I like the way the critic of <i>The Worker </i>described the cast:<br />
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The plays were acted by experienced amateurs, dramatic students, and a number of professionals who are so in sympathy with the purposes of the society that they are willing to freely give their services until the society has achieved sufficient success to warrant the regular engagement of its actors.</blockquote>
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In December the Progressive Stage Society announced that its second production Henrik Ibsen's <b>An Enemy of the People</b> would be performed on Sunday afternoon, January 1st, 1905 at Berkeley Lyceum Theatre. <br />
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Here is the theater program of <b>An Enemy of the People</b>, the second production of the Progressive Stage Society:<br />
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In Ibsen's <b>An Enemy of the People</b>, a coastal town in Norway is about to become a health resort when a doctor discovers that the town's spa is contaminated and several people have gotten sick. The doctor's findings are brushed aside because it would cost too much to correct the problem. When the doctor raises the issue again at a town meeting, he is shouted down and declared to be "an enemy of the people."<br />
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The December circular also mentioned a Discussion Meeting of the Progressive Stage Society that would be held on January 8th at the same time that a lecture on Ibsen's works would be given. My first thought was that it would be a discussion about Ibsen's works. However, Eugene Smith had a sheet dated January 1905 that contained a list of plays, many of which were performed in the coming months. Therefore, I surmise that the January 8th "Discussion Meeting of the Society" was to discuss which plays the Society wanted to perform. Mr. Eugene Smith was a member of the Dramatic Committee, and I believe this list of plays was written by his hand.<br />
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The Progressive Stage Society got added publicity when the <i>Brooklyn Daily Eagle</i> published an extensive article about the Society on January 8, 1905. The title of the article was "Teaching Socialism by the Drama as Tried in New York Proves Popular." You can read the complete article via <a href="https://fultonhistory.com/Newspapers%207/Brooklyn%20NY%20Daily%20Eagle/Brooklyn%20NY%20Daily%20Eagle%201905%20Grayscale/Brooklyn%20NY%20Daily%20Eagle%201905%20Grayscale%20-%200200.pdf"><span id="goog_1155579826"></span>this hyperlink<span id="goog_1155579827"></span></a>.<br />
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The Society gave a benefit performance of <b>An Enemy of the People</b> at the Berkeley Lyceum Theatre on Friday afternoon, February 10, 1905. The profits from the performance went to the New York Society of the Friends of Russian Freedom to aid the victims of oppressive and brutal rule in Russia.
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All was not well with the Progressive Stage Society. There were some people who were not satisfied with the direction the Society was heading, and they decided to form their own society. It was originally named the National Dramatic Guild, but soon changed its name to the American Dramatic Guild. Eugene Smith's marginalia in the circular reads, "a counter move of the first disaffected."<br />
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Here is the theater program of <b>Flirtation</b>, the third production of the Progressive Stage Society:<br />
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The Feb. 19, 1905 performance of <b>Flirtation</b> was the first performance in English of Arthur Schnitzler's 1895 play <b>Liebelei</b>. It was the first performance of an Arthur Schnitzler play in New York City. This English version was translated by Grace Isabel Colbron. It was a romantic play about a young woman from the lower middle class who falls in love with a man from an aristocratic family. The play, translated by other playwrights, appeared under the title of <b>The Reckoning</b> in New York City in 1908 and as <b>Light O' Love</b> as a 1912 book in Chicago. The play was adapted into a movie in 1933, 1958, 1986 and 2010.<br />
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The Progressive Stage Society distributed a circular announcing its programs for March 1905, including its next production, the second part of Bjornstjerne Bjornson's four-act drama, <b>Beyond Human Power</b>. The Society received permission from Bjornson to translate and produce the second part of the play. It had never before been translated into English and had never been produced on an English or American stage.<br />
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Here is the theater program of <b>Beyond Human Power</b>, the fourth production of the Progressive Stage Society:<br />
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Eugene Smith was one of the stage directors of this play. He preserved three reviews of this play, one from the <i>New York Sun,</i> and another from the <i>New York Herald, </i>and the third from <i>The Morning Telegraph</i>. The headline of the first newspaper was "A Socialist Speech-Drama: Progressive Stage Society Struggles With Bjornson." The headline of the second newspaper was "Bjornson Play Proves Surprise: Beyond Human Power, Part Two, Never Before Seen Here, Creates a Sensation." The headline of the third newspaper was "Bjornson Play Weights Actors: Progressive Stage Society Struggles Nobly With the Second Part of Beyond Human Power."<br />
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Something not quite right was going on behind the scenes in the rehearsals of <b>Beyond Human Power.</b> The entire cast quit less than a week before the scheduled performance. The play was produced without a rehearsal. Some of the cast couldn't remember their lines. But the orations in the play, and the scene where capitalists were blown up, were so powerful that, as one critic wrote, the play was "one of the most thrilling, effective performances seen in New York in many a day."<br />
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In addition to the three reviews, Smith preserved the following news clip of Julius Hopp claim that the Society had no problems with the Actors' Church Alliance (no plays on Sundays) or with the Gerry Society (no one under 16 could perform in a play).<br />
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The monthly announcement for April 1905 revealed that Henrik Ibsen's <b>The Master Builder </b>would be the fifth production of the Progressive Stage Society. The play would be performed at the Murray Hill Theatre on Sunday April 30th at 8 o'clock. Of note, and for the first time ever, the names of the Dramatic Committee members were included in the Society's letterhead.<br />
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Pasted to the bottom of the circular were the membership tickets purchased for the performance by Mr. & Mrs. Eugene Smith.<br />
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Here is the theater program of<b> The Master Builder</b>, the fifth production of the Progressive Stage Society:<br />
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Printed in the program was an extract about Ibsen's play from James Huneker's book, <i> Iconoclasts: A Book of Dramatists. </i>This book was just published by Charles Scribner's Sons in New York in March, 1905.<br />
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Every seat in the Murray Hill Theatre was taken, and some people were even turned away as the Progressive Stage Society gave its last performance of the season. That's what the critics were saying....<br />
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The Progressive Stage Society decided to perform two matinees of <b>The Master Builder </b>as well at the Berkeley Lyceum Theatre on May 2nd and May 4th.<br />
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Julius Hopp scheduled a private conference for the 9th of May. He wanted to expand the scope of the Progressive Stage Society from giving monthly performances to giving daily performances.<br />
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He followed up with a notice that the Progressive Stage Society was planning to give a series of open air performances in order to create a fund for the next season. The first performance would be the Sanskrit drama, Sakuntala, in full Indian costumes. The notice said that the play would be performed at a place in Staten Island. But the location was later changed to the Madison Square Roof Garden.<br />
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Here is a circular announcing the first presentation of <b>Sakuntala</b> to be performed in America, on the Roof Garden of Madison Square Garden. The circular was pasted together with an admission ticket and the the first of many newspaper reviews. In small print on the circular were the words, "<span style="font-size: xx-small;">in case of unfavorable weather the performance will be given in the Concert Hall of Madison Square Garden</span>." It rained....<br />
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Here is the theater program of <b>Sakuntala</b>, the sixth performance of the Progressive Stage Society:<br />
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Yes. It started raining right before the curtain went up and the show had to be moved inside to the Concert Hall and the sweltering June heat. The performance garnered lots of publicity, not all of which was good. The headline for <i>The Morning Telegraph </i>read, "Gross Realism Disgusts Audience at the Performance of Sakuntala: Half Naked Negroes Act as Ushers and Many Women Leave the Hall. Fat, Ungainly and Partially Clothed Edmund Russell Adds to the General Dramatic Fiasco."<br />
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<b>Sakuntala</b> was a Sanscrit drama that was written by Kalidasa in the 4th Century. The two main characters are Dushyanta, Marharajah of India, and Sakuntala, the daughter of a nymph. While out hunting, the Marharajah happens upon a beautiful hermitage where Sakuntala is a flower girl. It is love at first sight and they marry on the spot. The Maharajah gives Sakuntala his signet ring and he returns to the Court of Vikrama. A jealous goddess puts a curse on the Maharajah which makes him lose all memory of his wife. After a few months Sakuntala goes to the Court but the Maharajah still doesn't remember her. Moreover, she has lost the ring. A few years later someone discovers the ring in a fish. When the ring is returned to the Maharajah, the spell is broken, and he remembers Sakuntala. He goes back and finds her at the hermitage. And surprise! surprise! She has a son!<br />
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Eugene Smith received the ominous notice below on July 5th, 1905. The Progressive Stage Society was in dire straits. It did not have enough money to pay its bills. Julius Hopp asked members to contribute however much they could give. On the top of the notice, Smith wrote, "The debts of the Society - amount $268.00<br />
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Most of the material in the Progressive Stage Society archive was in chronological order. That's why the next sheet containing a mimeographed memo and a printed circular had me scratching my head for a few minutes. Both the memo and the circular announced an upcoming society meeting on September 10th, but at different locations. At first I thought the meeting place had changed, but then I realized that the memo cited the date as Saturday, September 10th, while the circular cited the date as Sunday September 10th. In short, the memo was from September 1904, and was not filed in chronological order.<br />
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The next circular gave details for the first production of the second season. The Society would give two matinee performances of Henrik Ibsen's comedy, <b>The Young Men's League. I</b>ncluded in the circular were a brief description of the play, and applications for tickets, for membership, and one to get on the Society's mailing list.<br />
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Here is the theater program of <b>The Young Men's League</b>, the seventh production of the Progressive Stage Society:<br />
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Eugene Smith preserved only one review of this play in the archive, and it was not a good one.<br />
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The next archive sheet contains a personal note to Eugene Smith from Julius Hopp, and a memo about an upcoming important business meeting.<br />
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The next two circulars announce the first performance in America of Oscar Wilde's play, <b>Salome</b>. Two other one-act plays, <b>The Revolt </b>and <b>On the Road</b>, would be performed together with <b>Salome</b>, beginning on November 12 and continuing every night up to and including the 18th of November.<br />
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The Progressive Stage Society received advance publicity for its production of <b>Salome</b> in <i>The World </i>on November 7, 1905. The article refers to Messrs McAdoo and Comstock, and that Mrs. Mercedes Leigh would defy them while performing the starring role in Oscar Wilde's play, <i style="font-weight: bold;">Salome. </i>Anthony Comstock was an American Social Purity leader, and Walter McAdoo was the Police Commissioner of New York City. Earlier that year they had shut down George Bernard Shaw's play, <b>Mrs. Warren's Profession</b>, because of indecency. Mrs. Leigh argued that <b>Salome</b> was shut down in Berlin, not because of indecency, but because John the Baptist was in the cast, and was beheaded in the play. The writer of the article reported that Mrs. Leigh would be wrapped in seven veils. Seven slaves would dance around her until the veils no longer covered her. Even more enticing, the reporter mentioned that Mrs. Leigh "was a handsome woman." The play was performed every night the entire week without any stoppage. Interestingly, however, in January 1907, McAdoo and Comstock managed to stop Richard Strauss's production of <b>Salome </b>at the Met after only one performance.<br />
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Here is the theater program of <b>The Revolt</b>, <b>On the Road</b>, and <b>Salome</b>, the eighth production of the Progressive Stage Society:<br />
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Eugene Smith preserved two review news clips. And Anthony Comstock is mentioned in one of them!<br />
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The next circular announced the time, date and place for the next production of the Progressive Stage Society, Dr. Max Nordau's play, <b>The Right to Love</b>, another "First Production in America."<br />
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Here is the theater program for <b>The Right to Love</b>, the ninth production of the Progressive Stage Society:<br />
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Eugene Smith preserved a handwritten memo which detailed the attendance and money collected for the day's performance. There were 130 tickets turned in (130 patrons bought tickets at 50 cents each). There was $46.00 collected at the door for the Dec. 10th show (92 patrons paid at the door). $19 was received from patrons who bought tickets in advance (38 patrons bought tickets in advance). One patron bought a ticket for the next day's performance (fifty cents). $46.50 was the total amount of money collected on Dec. 10th.<br />
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Eugene Smith preserved three reviews of the play. All of them were bad. The first reviewer said the play aroused a feeling of nausea. The second reviewer said that passages in <b>The Right to Love</b> made <b>Mrs. Warren's Profession</b> look like the memoirs of a child convert. The third reviewer called the play "moral malaria."<br />
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Julius Hopp. it seems, may have been a better writer about the stage than a director of the stage. His article, "<a href="https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=iau.31858055207967&view=1up&seq=18">The Social Drama and Its Purpose</a>," was published in the January 1906 issue of <i>The Eclectic Magazine.</i><br />
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The next circular announced multiple benefit performances of <b>The Death of Tintagiles</b> to be performed with <b>The Escape </b>and <b>The Revolt. T</b>he profits of the performances would go to the organizations for whose benefit the performances were given.<br />
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Here is the theater program of <b>The Death of Tintagiles </b>and <b>The Revolt, </b>the tenth production of the Progressive Stage Society. <b>The Escape</b> was not performed until the next month.<br />
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Eugene Smith did not preserve a theater program of <b>The Scab</b>,<b> Peer Gynt</b>,<b> </b>and <b>The Escape</b>, the eleventh production of the Progressive Stage Society. The two scenes performed from <b>Peer Gynt</b> were the first time the play was performed in America.<br />
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Eugene Smith did not preserve a review of the eleventh production either. But he preserved a news clip of a special performance the Progressive Stage Society put on for the Associated Building Trades on Tuesday February 6, 1906. Two labor plays, <b>On the Road </b>and <b>The Scab </b>were re-performed for the trade union, which bought tickets and sent its executive committee, one of whom was a steamfitter. Julius Hopp made a speech when the play was over. And then the steamfitter put in his two cents. The steamfitter's speech is recorded in the last four paragraphs of the news clip.<br />
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Eugene Smith did not preserve a theater program of <b>Poor People</b>, <b>The Brotherhood of Men</b>, and<b> The Choice of Princess Dainty</b>, the twelfth production of the Progressive Stage Society.<b> </b>But he preserved two circulars about the last official production of the Progressive Stage Society. <b> </b>Julius Hopp was the playwright of the first two plays, and Ashley Miller the other. The plays would be performed on Saturday March 17, 1906. The second circular also mentioned that the plays would be reproduced on Tuesday March 27th for The Theatre of Labor, a new offshoot of the Progressive Stage Society. As will be seen shortly, Julius Hopp's days as President of the Progressive Stage Society were numbered, and he was already planning his next career move.<br />
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The next archive sheet contained a review that was dated March 19, '06. The reviewer dubbed Hopp's first play, <b>Poor People</b>, "a one-act drama of the nothing-doing school." During the intermission between the second and third play Hopp laments that they have collected only thirty-one dollars for the night's production, but they need sixty-four dollars. He asked for a collection to make up the difference.<br />
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Tucked in the right corner of the archive sheet containing the review above was a news clip that Smith dated 03-26-06. Julius Hopp had asked the Executive Committee of the Central Federated Union for the union's cooperation in helping to make the Theatre of Labor a permanent institution. Hopp proposed producing plays dealing with the hard conditions of working people. However, some of the members of the Committee thought the working people needed something more cheerful to see. The Executive Committee appointed a committee to see a sample performance of the Theatre of Labor. That performance was on the very next night, March 27, 1906 previously mentioned in the second circular.<br />
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Eugene Smith preserved a news clip dated March 28, 06, which was a review of the sample performance of the Theatre of Labor that the committee of the Central Federated Union attended. The critic happened to mention that Julius Hopp "was" the President of the Progressive Stage Society, and "is" Chairman of the Theatre of Labor – more on that shortly! In the review, the critic lambasted Hopp's play, <b>Poor People</b>. The play ends with one of the cast members saying, "Oh! It is awful to be poor." The critic responds, "It certainly is, especially to be as poor as Mr. Hopp's play."<br />
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On March 22nd, 1906 a committee that had been appointed by the Progressive Society to find a way to put the Society on a sound financial basis met for the first time. The committee hoped to raise $4000 by issuing subscription blanks to its members. Members would pledge to pay the subscribed sum, not less than $3. The committee estimated that $4000 would be enough to produce five plays, provide a headquarters for the Society, and provide salaries for a stage manager and for Julius Hopp as the Society's paid secretary.<br />
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It was the sense of the committee that these subscription blanks should be issued only after the annual election, on condition that representative men, commanding the confidence of the community, were elected to the offices of president and treasurer; as the committee does not consider it possible to raise the money with Mr. Hopp continuing as president of the Society....</blockquote>
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The Progressive Stage Society simply folded after receiving the committee's report in March 1906. There were no other circulars, internal Society memoranda, or theater programs that Eugene Smith preserved in the archive. Smith did preserve a draft of an invitation to create another society, but nothing came of it.<br />
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From reading the draft, it appears that Eugene Smith was thoroughly displeased with Julius Hopp's management of the Progressive Stage Society. It make me wonder that there were no theater programs of the last two productions because Eugene Smith was fed up with Hopp and did not attend the last two productions.<br />
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As for Julius Hopp, he had already planted himself as the Chairman of his newly created Theatre of Labor. He suffered a setback when the Central Federated Union directed its delegates to withdraw from supporting the Theatre of Labor. Hopp had registered the Theatre of Labor as a permanent institution just a week earlier.<br />
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The Theatre of Labor folded a few months later. So Julius Hopp formed the Socialist Stage Society! By 1911, Hopp was the director of the Theatre Center for Schools, offering free open-air professional theatre on the rooftop of P. S. 64 in New York. By 1921, Hopp was the concert manager of Madison Square Garden, and working for Tex Ricard, the famous boxing promoter. In the early 1930s, he was Managing Director of the Shakespeare Theater of New York. <br />
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Julius Hopp's biggest claim to fame was that it was his idea to broadcast the July 2, 1921 Jack Dempsey vs George Carpentier fight on the radio, the first radio broadcast of a fight in the world. Hopp was an amateur radio enthusiast, and claimed that he suggested the idea of broadcasting the fight to Tex Rickard. His boss allegedly told him to run with it. Hopp then arranged for J. Andrew White to organize the technical aspects of setting up the broadcast, while he handled organizing where the patrons would go to hear the broadcast. White, however, managed to squeeze Hopp out of the picture, and took credit for suggesting the broadcast of the fight himself. Nevertheless, Hopp's signature is included in the letter of appreciation along with those of White, Rickard and Franklin D. Roosevelt (Roosevelt procured a radio antenna from the Navy for the broadcast).<br />
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Hopp sued Rickard, White, and White's boss David Sarnoff in 1927, but lost the case. Hopp died on September 3, 1937.<br />
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Eugene Smith added one more item to the archive: an extensive newspaper article that appeared in <i>The Sun </i>on July 16, 1911. The title of the article was "The End of the Free Stages: Passing of a Historic Phase of the Drama."<br />
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The article tracked the progress of the free stage in Germany, London, and Paris. As for the free stage in New York, there was no mention whatsoever of the Progressive Stage Society. The article summed up New York's experience with the free stage as follows: "Beyond a few sporadic attempts to form a free stage society here, (sic) New York has never had the same experience in its cultivation of the drama that the other large cities enjoyed."<br />
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I beg to disagree. Under better leadership, the Society might have thrived in New York City. Yet, in in its brief lifetime, the Progressive Stage Society produced the following plays which were performed for the first time in America:<br />
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Oscar Wilde's <b>Salome</b><br />
Kalidasa's <b>Sakuntala</b><br />
Henrik Ibsen's P<b>eer Gynt</b><br />
Arthur Schnitzler's <b>Liebelei</b> translated as <b>Flirtation</b><br />
Bjornsterne Bjornnson's Second Part of <b>Beyond Human Power</b><br />
Dr. Max Nordau's <b>The Right to Love</b><br />
Elsa Barker's <b>The Scab</b><br />
Heinrich von Kleist's <b>The Broken Pitcher</b><br />
Madame Tols Dorian's <b>Miner and Soldier</b><br />
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<b><br /></b>Jerry Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749823995193026579noreply@blogger.com2