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Downloading a book: a new thing?

No, it isn’t.

The technology was less complicated, but the prices more than made up for it. For a mere quarter, you could select a title, move the lever, and BLAP! your book drops down the chute, all ready to read. Faster than a 3G Kindle download any day.

It dates from 1947, early in the year. It was a time when “mat” was King. Anything worth buying had O-mat attached to it, an abbreviated version of automatic, I presume. There was the chief offender Laundromat – a place where the machines took coins in exchange for clean clothes.

The drawback to the Book-O-Mat was the lack of a sneak preview. It kept the books from getting shopworn from folks thumbing through them, but even the front cover artwork was hidden by the display method. But – what’d’ya want for a quarter?

A solution to that problem was offered a short time later by Rock-Ola, the creator of the Book-O-Mat. Rock-Ola is better known these days as the company that manufactured exotic jukeboxes. The later machines positioned the paperbacks – which were generally called “pocket books” back then – in a manner that offered a view of the front cover.

The Book-O-Mat machine carried a price tag of $175, which – in today’s dollars – equates to nearly two-thousand bucks.

Unlike the eReaders of today, which are advertised as having a viewing surface like “paper,” the Book-O-Mat was so sophisticated that it dispensed actual PAPER products, bound in a heavier printed stock with graphic images.

Man.

My head is spinning.

I don’t have a Book-O-Mat, but for a couple of short stacks of quarters, I’ll do a throwback to some really old-times and hand-deliver a Pocket Book to you in a futuristic thin container designed for easy carrying.

We call it a bag.

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Barkis is willin’

Sometimes they get it right. But it’s rare when a film equals or surpasses the story that it’s taken from. We’ve got pretty good imaginations, most of us, and when we read the words we invariably create our own mental movies.

There are some movies that meet with critic’s approval and have little to do with the original story. I’m thinking about that adaptation of Stephen King’s The Shining. Stanley Kubrick brought his own take to that one, and it hardly resembled the book. On the other side of that one, I watched 2001: A Space Odyssey and had to go buy the book to figure out what it was that I had just watched.

I’m not sure it cleared it up for me.

Fans of the Lee Child action hero Jack Reacher were up in arms when it was announced that Tom Cruise would play the part. That was a tough call for me, too. I’m a Reacher fan, but I’m a Cruise fan as well. I kept an open mind and enjoyed the movie, even though Reacher in the books looks nothing like Tom Cruise.

There’s that mental image thing, again. In my imagination, Reacher is more of a handsome gorilla, if there can be such a thing. I figure that is the only way he can always win the fights and still impress the ladies.

Many of the characters from the Charles Dickens novels have been given the illustrator’s touch. Not always to the advantage of the story. Every time I think of A Christmas Carol, I envision Ebenezer Scrooge being played by Mister Magoo. I suppose I saw that cartoon a few times too many.

But, then – I’m a Dickens fan.

That’s why I had to thumb through another estate sale purchase, a small book put together by Mary Angela Dickens – a granddaughter of the original. Somehow, she reduced David Copperfield (and others) to a dozen pages or so in her 1893 retelling of her grandfather’s stories in Children’s Stories from Dickens.

Harold Copping did the artwork, and being a fan of all things illustrated, I couldn’t help thumbing through the pages. I was pleased to see the color plates that were included in my much-later reprint copy.

And, how about that? Mr. Peggotty, the adopted father-figure of Little Em’ly, looks just as I had imagined him. I’m a particular fan of Copperfield, possibly because Dickens confessed that it was his own favorite, but probably because I had such an enjoyable time reading it and discovering its many memorable characters.

Mr. Peggoty lives in a house that was originally a boat. Works at the seashore and is comfortable with everything marine, as is young and excitable Ham.

“Well said, Master Davy, bor!” cried Ham, delighted. “Hoorah, well said! No more you wouldn’t, bor bor!” returning Mr. Peggotty’s backhander, while little Em’ly got up and kissed her uncle.

Now there is some ACTION.

(In retrospect, it may well be the stuff people hate just as much as I love. Go figure.)

A signed copy of a limited edition of Children’s Stories was owned by Eleanor Roosevelt and brought over $1,500 at an auction about a dozen years ago.

You can bring Ham and Mr. Peggotty home in this version for under five bucks. Same words. Same illustrations.

No autograph, though.

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

They aren’t like this these days.

He had trouble seeing out of his left eye. Certainly a problem for most right-handed batters, but Earl could squint a little and it cleared his vision enough to see the fastballs. He was twenty-three years old and he knew baseball wasn’t his strong point.

That’s why he went out for football. And basketball. And track. Oh, and in between he squeezed in time for bookwork, graduating from Colorado College with a BA in biology. Not PhysEd.

Biology.

Earl Harry Clark lettered in twelve sports and earned All Conference honors in football, basketball, and track. He was the first All-American football player ever from the state of Colorado.

His friends called him Dutch, and by the time his career was ended, so did most everybody else. When Tigers coach William Van Degraaff called Dutch from the sideline, he might have been going in as a quarterback, a punter, a drop-kicker, a rusher, or as a kick return man. Dutch Clark could handle all those duties.

When he graduated in 1930, he stayed on campus as the head basketball coach. Times were different back then. Instead of players leaving college early for the professional ranks, Dutch Clark spent four years coaching while – in-between – playing football in the National Football League. When his Portsmouth (Ohio) Spartans moved to Detroit in 1934, Dutch gave it his full-time attention.

The team was renamed the Lions, and Dutch was a six-time All Pro triple threat, and three-time NFL scoring leader. In 1935, he led the Detroit Lions to an NFL Championship over the New York Giants. He received the biggest paycheck in the league in 1937, when his combined player and coaching duties earned him a record $7,200.

By 1939, Dutch was played out, but he wasn’t finished with football. He coached the Cleveland Rams until 1942 and after a wartime stint in the US Army, returned to sports as Athletic Director at the University of Detroit.

There is a statue of Dutch on the campus of his old high school in Pueblo, Colorado, but his early-day accomplishments have faded with time – except at the NFL Hall of Fame, where the plaque bearing his name is kept brightly-shined. Dutch was a charter member of the Hall, inducted along with Jim Thorpe, Red Grange, and Curly Lambeau. (Don’t remember Curly? How about Lambeau Field and the post-touchdown Lambeau Leap?)

He was in the first College Hall of Fame class, too. Inducted in 1951.

In the Colorado College yearbook for 1930, Dutch Clark can be seen wearing a spiffy leather hat, a bullet-looking thing that might have given his noggin better protection than the plastic helmets of today. The Pikes Peak Nugget, Colorado College’s yearbook, is a hardback-bound glimpse into history, with styles and fashions from that early Depression era.

I was hoping there would be someone famous among those many photographs, and I suppose in some circles there was. Dutch Clark is a new discovery for me, though, part of the fun of landing an estate sale collection of remainders – books that were passed over at the sale.

If the book has a protagonist it has to be the star quarterback who dominates the sports section. In the Wyoming University game, “Dutch Clark had a great day. From the very first play, when the Dutchman evaded the entire Cowboy team to run 77 yards for a touchdown, until the last of his 36 points were scored, fans were treated to a truly All-American brand of running.

There’s an old expression that is used to convey when someone is in trouble or disfavor, and the Wyoming Cowboys were certainly “in Dutch” that afternoon.

A number of other nice finds in the estate purchase – Come visit! and take a look at what’s new…

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

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