Piatnik, in Vienna, was responsible for this “Black Peter” deck.  Black Peter accompanies St. Nicholas at Christmas; the card game is similar to “Old Maid,” with Peter as the jinx.  He was once represented as an African in colorful silk, but is now usually seen as a chimney sweep.  In this animal themed deck, he’s a black cat.

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Benjamin De Casseres wrote books on Shaw and Emerson, contributed copiously to magazines, played Super-Checkers with Charles Fort, went on drinking sprees with Don Marquis. He summed up his attitude like this: “Hope the whore and Knowledge her pimp were not motived profoundly enough in my nature to save me from death. Only thee, Alcohol, Debauchery, and Crazy Laughter were my saviors, my Rock, my Gates Ajar.”

He kept a sort of diary and/or workbook, from 1925 until his death in 1945. He called it “Fantasia Impromptu: The Adventures of an Intellectual Faun,” and described it as “an intellectual, emotional, and spiritual autobiography.” It contains his daily accumulation of notes on people, thoughts while shaving, records of parties and nights on the town, epigrams, and squibs. The manuscript now slumbers in the New York Public Library, undisturbed by its intended readers, “the thinkers, poets, satirists, individualists, dare-devils, egoists, satanists and godolepts of posterity.”

He did, however, privately publish six booklets of excerpts. Here are some samples.

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An artist who has not venom in his nature is like Prometheus without his curses.

What is progress? — the victory of humor over dogma.

I have friends who buy and read every current book about which the publishers and reviewers make a noise. It is just as if I bought the whole cart of vegetables from our Billy the Huckster every time I heard his bawling under the window.

Perfect, unruffled love can only exist between two imbeciles.

We live two lives; the one we live and the one we missed.

Children of accident may be excused, but to plan deliberately to bring children into the world has always seemed to me a form of murder.

You will notice that in the phrase “petty thief,” the word that is stressed with contempt is “petty,” not “thief.”

Man is always in the attitude of raising his hands toward heaven in prayer because he instinctively feels the need of handcuffs.

Why is Wisdom always conceived as being calm, poised? Why do sculptors always make Wisdom and Wise Men beings that are aloof, serene, old? Wisdom is tragic. Wisdom is disillusion. Wisdom is hell! Wisdom is not Minerva. It is Gorgon.

I laugh at my certainties. I laugh at my uncertainties. Therefore I weep.

Dear Ben: We both peeped over your shoulder as you wrote the above paragraphs on time, space, and existence. You are not quite right, but to tell you the truth would cause an explosion in your brain and kill you, and we do not wish that as yet, for reasons best known to us both. But, my dear boy, you are so nearly right, you are so clearly on the right track, that we are both admiringly fearful. God & Satan.

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Captain Turtle cuts a dashing figure in this early edition of “Old Maid.”  His colleagues include Ching Chang Chung (a Chinese citizen), Billy Bat (a baseball player), 15th Amendment (a freed slave), Dicky Fop (a fashion plate), Fast Horse (a boy on a rocking horse), and Corporal March (a soldier).

The Old Maid is, atypically, androgynous:

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In the days of big Sunday comics sections, many strips spread out over a whole page, and included a “topper strip”: a sort of short subject before the feature.  Some cartoonists used them to spin off a character from the main strip (particularly children and cats); some to revive an older idea; some to indulge a wilder brand of fantasy.

For years, Ad Carter drew a rather generic strip called “Just Kids.”  He seemed to be having fun with its topper strip, which carried one of the most exuberant titles I know of.  This one is from November 21, 1937.

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Girtie Giggle is featured in the 1935 Russell edition of “Slap Jack.”  The players are instructed to giggle when her portrait appears.  Likewise, Willie Whistle is to be met with whistling, Hi Sing with singing, and Slap Jack with slapping.  Card playing need not be quiet.  And the design, and two-color printing, are pretty snappy.

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Under the title “Epitomes,” Elwin Volk and Dennis McCalib produced a series of curious pamphlets.  The ones I have were all published in Los Angeles or Pasadena in 1949 and 1950; I found them in a library sale a few years ago, and have been puzzling over them ever since.  (Please click on the thumbnails for legible scans.)

An internet search, even in these days of abundant information, yields only that the pamphlets can be found in various library collections, and that they continued to be produced into the ’70s.  And that Edmund Wilson once sent one, “Mr. P. Squiggle’s Reward,” to Nabokov, calling it “one of the oddest of many odd things that are sent me by unknown people.”  He also got the title wrong, dubbing it “Mr. P. Squiggle’s Revenge,” which is probably significant.  But that’s it: nothing about Volk or McCalib.

I found eight “Epitomes” at the sale (without Squiggles, unfortunately), all tucked into a folder from the Theodore Roosevelt Birthplace.  Elwin Volk wrote intense, often elusive, lyrical poetry, urging “Free Living — Free Loving — Free Thinking — Free Dying”; Dennis McCalib contributed lush pen and brush drawings, of Surrealist orientation, flowing between biomorphic abstraction, calligraphy, and figuration.  The pamphlets are from one to eight pages, sometimes illuminated by hand, and folded in unusual ways.

Here, for example, are a few samples from a six-pager, “The Heavenly Bridge of the Asses.”

And here are some pages from McCalib’s “Shadows of Voices,” which includes his poetry and piano music.

Finally, here’s “Love and Fecundity” in its entirety: a single sheet, which, judging by the creases, was once folded much like a paper airplane.

The other pamphlets are two broadsides, “Octopus Sky” and “Little Clay Roses”; a longhand narrative, “Mince Pies and Maypoles” (“Fragments of a Letter Dropped to Earth From the Interstellar Spaces”); and two prose poems about Jesus, “Pieta” and “Raise the Stone, Rive the Wood.”  I can’t help but wonder who Volk and McCalib were, and what the story was behind the “Epitomes.”

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William Dean Howells was admitted into the canon for the Parker Brothers 1897 edition of “Authors.”  He wasn’t in some of the later versions; tastes change.  His fellow authors this time around were James Russell Lowell, Robert Burns, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Oliver Wendell Holmes, John Greenleaf Whittier, William Shakespeare, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Victor Hugo, Sir Walter Scott, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Charles Dickens, William Makepeace Thackeray, and Alfred Tennyson.  Hugo’s inclusion is surprising: all other “Authors” I’ve seen have been strictly English only.

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Welcome to 2012.  According to the prophecies, this year will be the end of the Mayan Empire.  All things must end.

Anthony Matt and I have recently restored some home movies by John Keel.  For updates on this project, check the tribute site that I maintain at www.johnkeel.com.

I will be doing a show on my birthday, Saturday, January 7.  I’ll sing my songs, aided by David Gold on the viola.  We’ll also do a couple of pieces for viola and piano.  It’s at Jalopy Theater, 315 Columbia St., Red Hook, Brooklyn; directions are on the Jalopy site.  Opening for us will be the Whiskey Spitters.  They’re at 9:00; we’re at 10:30; it’s $10.  Many of you have already received an e-mailing; but here it is again.

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This isolated card is from an early “Authors” deck.  Most later versions were less generous with the engraving; and Cooper didn’t always survive revisions to the canon.

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December 25 is the birthday of Robert Ripley, the creator of “Believe It or Not,” and an inspirational figure to us here.  To mark the occasion, here’s a photo of him at the dinner table.  He was rather flamboyant.

It’s also the birthday of Isaac Newton.  American readers, it occurs to me, may be unaware that he was the favorite character of the French cartoonist Marcel Gotlib.  As Gotlib explained, “Why Isaac Newton?  For a very simple reason: this inspired genius revolutionized the science of his time, basing his immortal theory of universal gravitation, mark you well, ON NOTHING MORE THAN RECEIVING AN APPLE ON HIS HEAD!…  That is the most gigantic gag there is, and, for this alone, its author deserves to pass into posterity as the patron saint of the humorous comic strip.”  Newton often strolls through Gotlib’s strips, always at the right moment to get hit on the head with something.  And nobody could draw Newton like Gotlib.

Happy birthday, Ripley and Newton.

(P.S.: You may want to see the animated Newton.)

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