from my sketchbook: michael curtiz

Into the valley of Death rode the six hundred.

Hungarian-born Michael Curtiz was one of the most prolific directors that ever worked in Hollywood. He directed over one hundred films beginning with The Third Degree in 1926, just after his arrival in America. (He directed nearly a hundred films in his native Hungary).

As the 20s became the 30s, Michael was cranking out five and six pictures a year for Warner Brothers, helping the studio to become one of Hollywood’s most successful. Michael was a perfectionist and expected the same level of output from his actors. He was prone to berate and insult his cast and crew, noting that “acting is fifty percent a bag of tricks”.  Because of this, a great many actors refused to work with him. He had a tumultuous working relationship with Errol Flynn. The pair teamed up for twelve films, including The Adventures of Robin Hood and Captain Blood,  until Flynn was finally fed up with Michael’s temperament and another director was chosen for 1948’s Adventures of Don Juan.

Michael had a better relationship with Humphrey Bogart and James Cagney, directing the former eight times including the classic Casablanca. He evoked great results from Bogart and Cagney in the quintessential gangster film Angels with Dirty Faces and Cagney’s Oscar-winning tour de force Yankee Doodle Dandy. Actress Fay Wray, however, once remarked that Michael was just like a piece of machinery; an extension of the camera crane. His relationship with the great Bette Davis was so volatile that he once called her a “no good sexless son of a bitch” in the middle of a movie set. Michael’s films crossed genres and he was just as comfortable directing a drama as he was a musical or horror movie. No matter what the subject, Michael was a workaholic. He never broke for meals and referred to those who did as “lunch bums”.

Although it was never a hindrance, foreign-born Michael’s poor grasp of English was notorious. A prop man on the set of Casablanca  was baffled by Michael’s request for “poodles”. Over and over, he demanded “poodles” be scattered about the set. He soon realized Michael actually wanted “puddles” during a rain scene. During the filming of 1936’s Charge of The Light Brigade, a scene called for a stampede of riderless horses. When he was ready, Michael announced to “bring on the empty horses”.

In the early 1950s, Michael’s association with Warner Brothers waned and he began freelancing for rival studios. He directed King Creole (his only teaming with Elvis Presley) and the holiday favorite White Christmas for Paramount. His last film, 1961’s The Comancheros  with John Wayne, was released six months before Michael lost his battle with cancer at age 75.

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from my sketchbook: june preisser

Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.
Nine-year old June Preisser, along with her sister Cherry, performed as child acrobats from their hometown of New Orleans to New York City, to the famous music halls of Paris, Berlin and London. They even were given an audience with King George of England. Their act caught the interest of show-biz impresario Florenz Ziegfeld and they went to work in the famous Ziegfeld Follies in the late 1930s.

Cherry married and retired from the act leaving June to continue as a solo. June was soon signed to a contract with MGM and was cast as Judy Garland‘s rival for Mickey Rooney’s affections in the musicals Babes in Arms in 1939 and Strike Up the Band in 1940. She appeared as essentially the same character in several of Rooney’s popular Andy Hardy pictures. After her marriage at 22 and the birth of her son, MGM expressed little interest in further promotion of her career. June signed on with Monogram Pictures, a studio known for their low-budget pictures. She made eight films in the “Teen Ager” musical series playing peppy high-schooler Dodie Rogers, despite being in her middle 20s.

June called it a career in 1948 following her appearance in a stage production of Annie Get Your Gun. After a bitter divorce, she opened a chain of dance schools in Los Angeles.  Her dance school endeavor tanked and she moved to Florida with her grown son.

June’s name surfaced in the news in 1984, when it was reported that she and her son had died in a car accident during a severe Florida rainstorm. June was 63.

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IF: mail

This week’s Illustration Friday challenge word is “mail”.
Stop! Oh, yeah, wait a minute...
Everyone knows the creed of the United States Postal Service, right?  Say it with me…
“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds”

Wrong. The United States Postal Service has no official creed or motto. The famous line about rain and snow and gloom of night (whatever that is) is inscribed on the James Farley post office building in New York City. It was chosen by the architectural firm that designed the building. The quote is from Greek historian Herodotus’ writings from 440 BC called The Histories  and refers to the couriers of ancient Persia. The actual carving was done by Ira Schnapp, a skilled stone-cutter who went on to design the Comics Code seal and the Action Comics logo for DC Comics. The inscription is merely decoration and has no official representation.

If the United States Post Office were to have a motto, it would probably be “I have no idea when your letter will arrive. Next window, please.”

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IF: phenomenon

This week’s Illustration Friday challenge word is “phenomenon”.
In every phenomenon the beginning remains always the most notable moment.
On the evening of October 28, 2005, both the New York City Office of Emergency Management and the city’s 311 system (the non-emergency municipal services center) were flooded with calls from panicked Manhattan residents. The frantic callers told of the overwhelming aroma of maple syrup permeating the air. While most of the calls received were centered in the Upper West side, some complaints came from as far as Queens. After a few hours the smell dissipated and was soon gone as mysteriously as it had arrived. The questions, however, continued for days. Was it dangerous?  Was it a terrorist attack?  Where did it come from?  The city was baffled and the citizens’ inquiries remained unanswered.

The mysterious maple syrup smell returned several more times over the years, most recently in 2009. At that time, a group from the New York City Department of Environmental Protection, gathering and analyzing atmospheric data, determined the smell to be harmless. They traced the odor to its source, a fragrance and food additive processing plant in northern New Jersey. The factory processes fenugreek seeds, a spice commonly used in maple syrup substitutes.

In anticipation of the possible return of the maple syrup smell, New Yorkers can often be found wandering the city streets carrying plates of naked pancakes and optimistically looking to the skies.

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from my sketchbook: josh pincus is confessing

oh! A Santaman!
I have spent years expanding my blog with observances of the quirkiness of my surroundings, chronicling the deaths of those once celebrated and now forgotten, stories from my past and, of course, my silly drawings. In that time, I presented my opinioned views on religion, of both my own and those of which I am not a follower. Because I have often been questioned as the peer-appointed spokesman of the Jewish faith, I have tried to detail the unusual customs and rituals associated with being a member of “The Chosen People.” Well, it’s time for Josh Pincus to come clean.

I grew up in a Jewish household. To me, that meant we didn’t drag a tree into our living room every December, we didn’t dress up in our finest clothes on a late Sunday in April, and we didn’t believe that Jesus was Our Savior — whatever that meant. (Who thought, at four years old, I needed saving?) Despite the majority of my friends and classmates also being Jewish, we weren’t denied participation in Christmas card and gift exchanges at school and dyeing Easter eggs every spring. It also didn’t stop me from enjoying another practice associated with my communion wafer-receiving friends — the visit to Santa Claus.

I have vivid memories of accompanying my Mom to one of several large department stores in the pre-mall days of the 1960s. The store’s toy department was jammed with all the latest offerings to fulfill a child’s appetite whetted by Saturday morning commercials and the thick Sears Wish Book.  Just past the aisles of colorful playthings was an area gaily decorated with twinkling lights, pine garland, speckled with oversized red velvet bows and piles of fake snow. In the center sat a raised platform covered with more fake snow surrounding a great throne on which sat the seasonal fat man himself. Several holly-decked pylons connected by candy-striped rope designated a queue line. Excited children chatted and fidgeted as they waited their turn to greet St. Nick and impart their requests for gifts.

My mom directed me to join the line while she made arrangements with the “elves” operating the huge tripod-supported camera for a photographic record of my encounter with Santa. (Although I’m sure he did, I don’t recall my older brother joining us for these yearly excursions. Obviously, he got wise to this scam at an earlier age than I did.) I patiently waited for my chance to tell Santa what I wanted. I knew that we didn’t celebrate Christmas, didn’t have a Christmas tree and especially didn’t have a chimney or fireplace, but I never made the connection. All I knew was: if you wanted presents, this was the guy to ask. A smiling little girl in white tights and a plaid coat climbed down from Santa’s lap and happily skipped away. A young lady — no doubt earning a few bucks on her winter break from college, in full elf uniform — waved me in. My moment in the spotlight had arrived. My mom stood by the platform’s exit ramp and beamed. Well, I’d fix that in a few minutes.

The kind-faced Santa looked down at me perched on his red-flocked lap and asked if I had been good this year. My four-year old mind assessed the question. As if any four-year old would fess up, I answered that I not only had I been good, I’d been very  good. Then, he asked the most important question, the one I was preparing for. “What would you like for Christmas?,”  he smiled. I wrinkled my brow and bent my tiny mouth into a frown at the “Christmas” reference. But nevertheless, I raised my head proudly, cleared my little throat and replied.

“My very own roll of Scotch tape.”

Santa stared, perplexed. “What?,” he asked in a puzzled tone.

“I want my very own roll of Scotch tape.,” I repeated. (Okay, I thought, the guy’s old. Maybe he didn’t catch me on the first go-round.) Santa looked over my shoulder at my mother, seeking some sort of clue. My mother frantically looked around for a place to hide. She glanced back at Santa with a painful “that-is-not-my-kid-on-your-lap” expression on her face. Santa looked at me again and saw the  “I-am-not-shittin’-around”  expression on my face. With disbelief, he stammered as he echoed my request.

“A roll of Scotch tape?”

I confirmed.

“Nothing else?,” he asked, somewhat hopeful.

I stared back at Santa with my own disbelief. “Nope.,” I said. I looked at him squarely and thought: Why on earth would I want anything else? I’m talking Scotch-fucking-tape, my chubby friend! Do you have any idea how much fun I could have with my very own roll of Scotch tape?

The bewildered Santa smiled a crooked smile, nodded, handed me a candy cane and sent me on my way. I joined my mom who was busily trying to hide her embarrassment from the other mothers. “Did you just ask Santa for a roll of Scotch tape?,”  she asked.

“Yep. Of my very own.”

Mission accomplished. My mom and I continued walking through the store.
must be Santa! must be Santa! must be Santa! Santa Pincus!
(left) Josh Pincus visits with Santa, circa 1965.
(right) JPiC hits the jackpot!

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from my sketchbook: banjo pig 3

clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon
Here is the third in a series of pigs playing the banjo.
(Inspired by the Dueling Banjo Pigs website.)

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IF: prehistoric

This week’s Illustration Friday challenge word is “prehistoric”.
Now, we travel back in time to the Primeval World.
Gronk proudly displays his prehistoric robot to the astonishment of his fellow cave-dwellers.

 It's a jolly holiday with JPiC!
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26 unusual songs, an annoying BONUS track and a custom full-color cover with track listings — all for you and for FREE!
Just CLICK HERE for “A Non-Traditional Christmas 2010.”

Happy Holidays from your pal JPiC!
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from my sketchbook: happy holidays

a third less filling than regular holidays
My annual Christmas music compilation is available as a FREE DOWNLOAD for a limited time.
26 unusual songs, an annoying BONUS track and a custom full-color cover with track listings — all for you and for FREE!
Just CLICK HERE for “A Non-Traditional Christmas 2010.”

Happy Holidays from your pal JPiC!
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from my sketchbook: mario monicelli

abbondanza!

Beginning with his first film, 1935’s I ragazzi della via Paal, Mario Monicelli wrote and directed over one hundred films and earned praise as one of the most beloved masters of the Commedia all’Italiana (Italian-style comedy) in a career that spanned eight decades.

He worked quite often with stars Vittorio Gassman and Marcello Mastroianni, as well as internationally-known Italian actors such as Sophia Loren and Giancarlo Giannini. He was recognized several times with Academy Award nominations in the Best Foreign Film category. He even dabbled in small acting roles, including a small part as a flower salesman in 2003’s Under the Tuscan Sun. In 1991, his illustrious career was honored by the Venice Film Festival and he received the Golden Lion award. In 2006, the ever-prolific Monicelli directed The Roses of the Desert  at the age of 91.

In the final week of November 2010, Mario Monicelli was admitted to San Giovanni hospital in Rome for treatment of prostate cancer. Several days after admission, Mario leaped to his death from his fifth-floor hospital room window. He was 95.

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from my sketchbook: ted healy

Spread out!!!
In the early 1920s, young Lee Nash developed a comedy vaudeville act and was soon joined by his childhood friend Morris Horowitz. Lee, now known by the stage name “Ted Healy”, told jokes onstage and was heckled by Morris, who was planted in the audience. Morris would then come up to the stage and engage Ted in funny banter, until the act culminated in the payoff of Ted losing his trousers — a punchline given approval by the audience’s hysterics. Morris’ brother Samuel joined the act as another heckler, followed by friend, violinist Louis Feinberg. The act, Ted Healy and His Southern Gentlemen, was very popular on the vaudeville circuit for years.

The troupe made a film, Soup to Nuts, in 1930 and the Horowitz brothers, along with Feinberg, split from Ted over a movie contract dispute. Morris shortened his name to Moe. Brother Samuel used his nickname “Shemp” as a stage name. They also changed their surname to Howard. Louis Feinberg adopted the professional name “Larry Fine” and left the violin behind in favor of pratfalls, eye pokes and hair-pulling. The three believed they were “the draw” of the act and they embarked on a career as a trio — The Three Stooges.

After officially, but amiably, parting ways with the Stooges in 1934, Ted entered a new phase of his career, choosing adventure and mystery films over comedies. He appeared in over thirty movies for 20th Century Fox, Warner Brothers and MGM. He was so popular that his was the first caricature to be placed on the wall at famed Manhattan restaurant Sardi’s.

On December 19, 1937, Ted visited Moe and Helen Howard to tell them that his wife Betty was expecting a baby and was going to deliver shortly. Ted had always loved children. He doted over Moe’s kids and gave generously to underprivledged youngsters at holiday time. He was ecstatic at the thought of becoming a father himself.

On December 21, 1937, Ted was drinking in a bar on Sunset Strip in Hollywood when he got into an argument with a young college student half his age and twice his size. Two of the student’s friends joined in when the name-calling escalated to shoving and spilled out into the parking lot. The three young men beat the crap out of Ted. A friend picked Ted off the sidewalk and took him to his apartment where he later died as a result of his injuries.

However, there is another account of Ted’s death that differs greatly from that story. Allegedly, MGM boss Louis B. Mayer sent hefty actor Wallace Beery and Albert Broccoli (later producer of the James Bond film series) to beat up Ted. The “college boys” story was fabricated and given to the press as Beery laid low in Europe for several months. This scenario is unsubstantiated and dismissed as  a total lie by members of Mr. Mayer’s family. Despite the mystery surrounding the conflicting stories, the fact was that Ted Healy died at age 41.

Never one to save money, Ted died penniless and his funeral was paid for by fellow vaudevillians the Foy Family. One week after Ted’s funeral, his son was baptized.

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