Showing posts with label Dik Browne. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 31, 2024

PERCY CROSBY ASPIRES TO PLAY IN THE MAJOR LEAGUE...

 
Now that the Whirled Series
Has Ended -- 



by Rick Marschall

Percy Leo Crosby was born in New York City, on the border between Queens (where the Mets now play) and Brooklyn (where the Dodgers first played). Ironically, he died within sight of his birthplace, sadly in a mental institution where he was cruelly and unjustly assigned by his wife and daughter -- which is a story I shall share in Yesterday's Papers and in the pages of the revived NEMO Magazine. I have inside stories from Crosby's cartoonist friends who pleaded his cause; documentary material in Crosby's hand; etc. 

For the moment, however, from the beginning of his career, not the end: Around 1910-1912, one step above amateur status, Crosby contributed to Judge magazine; the New York Sunday World's FUN supplement; and in postcards. He drew series of themed and titled cards -- "Who's Loony Now?" and "Do It Now," two such. Of these series, and a baseball-themed series, there are no copyrights or publishers indicated, and he might have produced and sold these as a private enterprise.

1905-1915 was the Golden Age of cartoon and comic-character postcards. I have more than 1250 of these in my collection -- major cartoonists, frequently drawing their major characters, or ongoing-themes and observances. Dwig (Clare Victor Dwiggins) was the first among equals, producing hundreds of first-rate drawings and clever ideas.

The young (and equally as little known as Crosby at the time) C A Voight was another cartoonist of the day who produced cartoon postcards with baseball themes -- as with Crosby's cards, usually built around awful puns and wordplay.

These cards I reckon are earlier than 1912, because by that year Crosby's signature on other cards actually was legible. Dik Browne once told me that the mark of an amateur is a cartoonist whose signature can barely be deciphered and sometimes is larger than the figures in the drawing (!) In any event, this selection of P L Crosby's baseball series is interesting regarding Crosby's origins but also sports history. "Cherchez la femme" is an eternal theme, if not an extra-inning game -- but the comment about players' salaries is dispositive in context. The best players of this time barely approached five-figure paychecks, and many stars worked mundane jobs in factories and butcher shops in the off-seasons...

But after his time in the "minor leagues" of cartooning, about a dozen years subsequently, Percy Crosby called up Skippy onto his team...
           



Tuesday, December 25, 2018

A Crowded Life in Comics – Al Kilgore, Dik Browne, Bill Gallo, Dick Ayers, &c.



Cartoonist Christmas Memories

by Rick Marschall

The gracious John Adcock has been passing along Cartoonists’ Christmas Cards since Thanksgiving in Yesterday’s Papers, I hope fun for all. At last count, in my collection I have about 1250 or so of these, dating as far back as 1910 – not stationery-rack commercial cards, but greetings drawn for individual fans or fellow cartoonists. Pretty special.

Christmas is special too, part of the cartoonists’ motivations (looking your best to fellow artists!) but also… because Christmas IS special. Many memories of my crowded life in comics revolved around the holiday.

Besides the special cards, and my own memories of Christmas parties at homes of cartoonists in the “artists colony” in Connecticut when I lived there in the informal, fraternal golden age of the 1970s and ‘80s. The National Cartoonists Society used to bunch up special events during the Christmas season.

An annual get-together was always always held downstairs at the legendary Mama Leone’s restaurant in New York’s Theater District. Special entertainment (and carols sung by the boys from the nearby St Pancras Church and School – an Anglican saint, for the curious) were hallmarks. King Features hosted the Segar Award around Christmastime. And several syndicates had their own bashes, too.

One such event, around 1974 – I wish I could remember which event, which exact year – Al Kilgore was the MC. The Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoonist, one of the funniest and most talented men I ever met, called some of us at random from the tables, and we sang Christmas carols under his direction.


Here is a photo of Al at the left, brandishing his intimidating microphone; and me at far right, my frequent position, savoring the moment. The other carolers, from left, are Bill Gallo; Mort Walker’s mother-in-law; Dik Browne; Dick Ayers (whose vest, I remember, was bright Christmas-red); and Joan (Mrs John Cullen) Murphy.

“Happy days,” as I remember Dik Browne exclaiming, not only at Christmas, but whenever a dinner or party or even a phone conversation was pleasing to him.

I will share here two Christmas cards by a couple of my late friends in this photo. Al Kilgore and his wife Delores sent the Bullwinkle card in 1964.


The Dik Browne card was created the year that Hagar the Horrible had its debut, 1973. Dik drew special cards every year for decades, usually featuring his family. In 1986 he wanted to collect them all (40!) in a special reprint book for friends. He called me one afternoon in frustration. I will pause here for a moment.

How could he lose one of his own Christmas cards, so specially created? Well, like many cartoonists, Dik was not the greatest at Organization; and this extended, to the delight of friends and the exasperation of his dear wife Joan, to his typical wardrobe. Casual at best. 

The story was common among Fairfield County friends that one day Dik prepared to leave and have lunch with other cartoonists. Joan looked at his mis-matched socks, shirt tail hanging out, clashing patterns of shirt and pants, and said, “I hope you get lost. I would love to describe you to the police!”

Anyway, he could not find a card for his keepsake book of retrospective Christmas cards. Knowing that I was an inveterate saver as well as charter member of the Dik Browne adoration society, he assumed I could fill the gap, and I did. When he sent the reprint book, he tucked in the little calling-card inscribed to me and my wife Nancy whom he adored too. 

Dik and Joan were at our wedding. Special, but those Christmases, through the years, were special too. “Happy days!”

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