Doug Skinner, one of your Ullage Group personalities, will present new picture stories on another edition of “Carousel,” due to be unveiled at Dixon Place on February 16.  More info can be scrutinized at the Dixon Place website.

Mr. Skinner will also be performing his inimitable compositions with violist David Gold at Jalopy on March 12. More details will follow.

Further unfashionable Ullage Group events are in the pipeline. Don’t despair.

(Posted by Doug Skinner)

“Grandfather’s Whiskers,” from John Waddington Ltd. (of Leeds and London) promised “3 games in 1.”  You could match the heads and bodies; you could connect incongruous heads and bodies for “over one thousand humorous figure combinations”; or you could work the “jig-type puzzles” on the backs of the cards.

(Posted by Doug Skinner.  Thanks to Angela Alverson.)

the metric fork: ten tines

If you feel the need to barf,
Hit the sidewalk, not your scarf.

tea-flavored coffee

a lenticular dollar bill, so Washington can change expression

falling awake

Since newspapers and napkins are both disposable, why not combine them into one product?

Stop watching the stopwatch!

to discourage moths, a sweater made of moth wings

restaurant chairs fitted with whoopie cushions, to spare actual farters embarrassment

to insure privacy, a door that can’t be opened

the voodoo doll wax museum: stick pins in hated celebrities

(Posted by Doug Skinner)

“Wild Animals” — “For School and Home Play” — was created in 1903 by Louis M. Schiel, Principal of the 23rd District School in Cincinnati, for The Cincinnati Game Company, and published by Parker Brothers.  It came with a 16-page booklet, describing its many educational uses.

(Posted by Doug Skinner)

We found a toxin!
Sound the tocsin!

It’s always disturbing to see a pigeon pecking at fried chicken.

a parrot mimicking a man mimicking a parrot

coins shaped like puzzle pieces, so you can assemble them to make a dollar

At the diner, a waiter asked a customer what kind of cheese he wanted on his cheeseburger. “What do you mean, what kind of cheese?” the man snapped. “Regular cheese!”

a Phillips head hammer

You said, “This isn’t a game!” You lose!

for the blind who can’t afford a guide dog: a cane that barks

shoes that dispense bread crumbs, so you won’t get lost

The Rapture already happened; nobody made the cut.

Stay away from all that’s trendy,
If you want to be my friendy.

(Posted by Doug Skinner)

“All Star Comics,” a 1934 creation from Whitman and the King Features Syndicate, featured characters from a number of comic strips: “Krazy Kat,” “Dumb Dora,” “The Katzenjammer Kids,” “Little Annie Rooney,” and “Just Kids.”  This is Mush Stebbins, from “Just Kids.”

(Posted by Doug Skinner)

Our Edwards fiesta draws to a close now.  I’d like to leave with an intriguing note for the Forteans out there: in 1915, Theodore Dreiser threw a party for Edgar Lee Masters.  Fort attended; and Bobby Edwards entertained on his ukulele.  A photographer from the New York World was also there; I may have to scroll through some microfilm and dig it up.

And I’ll add this clip from an article called “Tribute to a Troubadour,” written by Allen Churchill for the Greenwich Village Lantern in 1960.

And, finally, remember Edwards’ watchword: “Eternal Villageance is the price of liberty!”

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The Quill was one of the Village’s more successful little magazines.  It debuted on June 30, 1917, owned and edited by Arthur Moss.  Edwards was a regular contributor from the beginning; in 1921, he took it over, and ran it until 1926.

There are a number of issues of The Quill archived on the internet.  The images above show some of Edwards’ typical contributions prior to his own editorship.  The first (from the first issue) portrays him with his beloved cat, Dirty Joe — who, it should be explained, owed his name to a black smudge on his face, not to faulty hygiene.  The second is a specimen of Edwards’ column.  The third is one of the ads he ran for his various enterprises.  The mention of “Movie Actor” is intriguing: several movies were filmed in the Village in the ‘teens and ‘twenties, and reportedly used local personalities for atmosphere.  I suspect Edwards was one of them.  Maybe footage of the picturesque troubadour will surface.

Edwards was, above all, enamored of the Village.  His entertaining “Story of Greenwich Village” rambled through at least 20 issues of The Quill, starting in 1923.  He promised that it was “compiled from most original sources and written comprehensible to both morons and other artistic folk.”  It can be found here.

(Posted by Doug Skinner)

Since Edwards in his Village heyday was described as a former illustrator, I’ve been curious about that earlier career.  After a little rummaging, I think I found something.  A “Robert Edwards” illustrated a book by Marion Hill, Harmony House, in Boston in 1910.  Is it the same Edwards?  I don’t know, but I think so:  the time and place are right; and the signature looks the same.

It does look different from his usual ink sketches; but I presume he could be more polished for the sake of the fee.  He was certainly capable of more detailed renderings.  Here, for example, is another of his illustrated songs.

Please note the different version of the self-portrait that you admired in an earlier post (#4).  I also call to your attention his cat Dirty Joe (himself a notable Village character) in the upper right corner, the ukulele chords, and the guitar.  Did Edwards make guitars as well?

Edwards also did advertising art on occasion.  According to John Reed’s magnificent ode to Village life, “The Day in Bohemia” (1912):

BOB EDWARDS, when he needs some other togs,
Draws pictures for the clothing catalogues.

Reed’s rollicking poem can be read here; Edwards makes another appearance later:

Bring on your wine, bring on your raviola,
Here’s EDWARDS and his kitten, — let us troll a
Catch that will ring from Cos Cob to Ecola!

(Posted by Doug Skinner)

Romany Marie (Marie Marchand), whose Gypsy-themed tavern was a popular hangout for decades, reminisced about Bobby Edwards in a long interview with Robert Schulman (for his book Romany Marie: The Queen of Greenwich Village, 2006).

She quotes several Edwards songs, including this charming snippet:

We are holy Christian martyrs
We don’t shave or clean our faces
When we sit in public places
We are so holy that we are sure
That our morals are secure.
Halitosis, halitosis,
Holy Hallelujah.

She recalls his studio:

“He lived for years and years on the first floor of an old building on McDougal Street. You couldn’t get into the place, he had everything there. He did photography, he composed music, he wrote, he did everything. People used to go in there just out of curiosity, to look at all this accumulation. And there is where he composed his songs.”

And she reveals that one of those songs was based on a waitress who worked in her tavern. Bodenheim quoted a bit of it in New York Madness (see the earlier post here); here’s more:

I know a girl
I’d like to whirl,
I’d like to hurl
Into the river one day,
She’s a pest,
Don’t give us no rest,
Always asking for pay.
She’s the belle of Hubert’s Cafe-tit-teria
Down on Sheridan Square
Where the nuts and the bums
With the sex hysteria
Patiently give her the air.
She hasn’t a home,
A place of her own,
She domiciles everywhere,
And her name, if you ask it,
Is Lizzie Mossbasket,
The belle of Sheridan Square.

This seems a bit harsh, but as Marie ruefully recalls, “She was very aggressive… She wasn’t coordinated with her wildness.”

(Posted by Doug Skinner)