from my sketchbook: donna reed

since she left me, I've never been the same.
Donna Reed’s career ran the full spectrum from her humble beginnings opposite Mickey Rooney in The Courtship of Andy Hardy  to her popularity as a pin-up girl during World War II to her Academy Award-winning performance as prostitute Lorene Burke in 1953’s From Here to Eternity.

Network executives must have been focusing on her role as Mary Bailey in the beloved Frank Capra holiday classic It’s a Wonderful Life  when they offered her the role of perfect housewife Donna Stone on a new ABC sitcom (unless they just dug her as the From Here to Eternity  hooker). Donna vacuumed and washed dishes in pearls and high heels for eight seasons in The Donna Reed Show. Her character is still perceived as the model for the All-American subservient homemaker.

When actress Barbara Bel Geddes decided to step down as Ewing family matriarch “Miss Ellie” on the popular nighttime drama Dallas, Donna was recruited to fill the part. After one season Bel Geddes returned and Donna was unceremoniously fired. She sued the production company for breach of contract and settled out-of-court for over a million dollars. Shortly after, Donna was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer and passed away just shy of her 65th birthday in 1986.

Donna experienced an unusual twist of fate early in her personal life. In 1945, Donna flew to Mexico to obtain a divorce from her first husband, Hollywood make-up man Bill Tuttle. Returning home, Donna boarded a plane in El Paso, Texas headed for Los Angeles. Just before take off, Donna was bumped from the flight to make room for a military officer. On its approach to Burbank’s Lockheed Air Terminal, the plane crashed, killing everyone on board.

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DCS: stanley adams

Is that an offer or a joke?
Stanley Adams was a television staple for three decades, appearing in numerous roles in countless series. He was cast in parts as diverse as policemen and bartenders to con men and aliens. Among his more than a hundred guest spots, he played Otis the drunk’s equally-soused brother in an episode of The Andy Griffith Show, a time traveller in The Twilight Zone, a head-hunting savage in the final episode of Gilligan’s Island and Tybo the Carrot Man in a memorable, yet typically hokey, episode of Lost in Space. Possibly, his most famous TV appearance was that of Cyrano Jones in “The Trouble with Tribbles” episode of the original Star Trek series. Stanley was a scriptwriter for several television series, too, including “The Mark of Gideon” episode of Star Trek.

Stanley also enjoyed a successful career playing assorted small character roles in over fifty theatrical films. He was the wealthy Rusty Trawler in Breakfast at Tiffany’s and the Hispanic cafe owner opposite Oscar-winner Sidney Poitier in Lilies of the Field. Stanley also had an uncredited part as Lieutenant Harding in Hitchcock’s North by Northwest.

Success as an actor and writer was obviously not enough for Stanley. He died from a self-inflicted gunshot in 1977.

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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!
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: 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!
(Please contact me if you have trouble with the download.)

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