Rare, Collectible, & Otherwise

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All that, and a dime back from your quarter.

They were up near the cash register in a small wire rack. For fifteen cents, you got TV listings for the entire week, gossip about your favorite stars of the small screen, and a crossword puzzle to boot.

TV Guide.

In my earlier years, I was a TV Guide, of sorts. I did voicework for Prevue Guide Network, which later bought the magazine and became the TV Guide Channel. I did the same sort of things as the magazine – letting you know about the movies on HBO and the network primetime shows – although I didn’t offer a crossword and could rarely be picked up at the checkout stand. (There were days, though…)

When folks learn I’m interested in old books, many figure I’m interested in any sort of old thing. It’s true, I guess, to some extent. I don’t collect TV Guide magazines, but someone obviously did. Now they’re in the bookstore in plastic bags.

Many of them are dated, even for me. The cover in the image dates to New Year’s Day 1959 and while I recall the TV show Ozzie and Harriet, I don’t remember much about the program or the sons, except Ricky. About a decade after this magazine came out, he had a hit song with Garden Party, a sarcastic tune that he wrote in response to being asked to play all his older songs in concert. It was a Madison Square Garden party, and his final lines in the song described his conclusion that “you can’t please everyone…you’ve got to please yourself.”

I’ve been pleasing myself with this pile of magazines. I should be tending to the stacks of books that need to be shelved, but there are a lot of fond recollections on the covers of these vintage TV Guides. (Vintage is what we call items dating back more than a few years, so we don’t feel ancient describing them as ‘Old’…which they are.)

The cover subjects (for those of you who are not – old) were the sons of Ozzie and Harriet Nelson. As best I can recall, they were a typical family but had all sorts of run-ins and situations that America found entertaining. Perhaps a bit like Seinfeld, without the racy innuendo. The article in the magazine shoots that down though:

The average family next door does not consist of a couple of parents who have worked and starred together in show business for most of their adult lives, and a couple of boys each worth a conservative quarter of a million dollars on the current market.”

The inflation calculator says “What cost $250,000 in 1959 would cost $1,902,240.51 in 2011,” pointing out the validity of the writer’s statement. Most of us kids of that day weren’t worth a couple of Billion. Most kids of today aren’t either, even adjusted for inflation.

Those were simpler times. The Big12 was a simple Big7 back then (adjusted for inflation… Actually, OSU – known as Oklahoma A&M in that era – had not yet joined the conference that became the Big8 and later the Big12). Bud Wilkinson coached the Sooners to a 10-1 record, losing only to Texas. OU was rewarded with an Orange Bowl invitation, where they played on New Year’s Day and whipped Syracuse 21-7.

There weren’t as many bowl games in that era, but they all got attention. The Rose Bowl parade was an event in 1959, and kids gathered round in front of the television to watch the spectacle. An actor named Ronald Reagan did the on-camera commentary that year on ABC, describing the floats and marching bands as they passed by.

He later got a job in Washington DC and did some on-camera work there, too.

I’m almost embarrassed to admit that I recognize the artist behind the flying football players on the facing page and included in the image. The style is known to many who thumbed through magazine pages in the sixties and seventies. His name was Jack Davis and he did a lot of commercial artwork. I’m not sure I ever saw his drawings in TV Guide before today.

But I saw them all the time as a kid growing up reading Mad Magazine.

My clone at work? Doubtful.

I could work half as hard or do twice as much if not for doing things twice that I have already done once.

Here in the shop is a big, big book with no price at all. Nada. It needs a little information, so off I go to Google. Imagine my surprise when an exact listing comes up for this volume from 1855. Usually, an exact match is more difficult.

Imagine my further surprise when I see the listing is from a bookstore in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. McHuston Booksellers.

Ooops.

Here is some work come back for a second go-round. You can click on the image for a better look at a pre-Civil War binding.

On the bright side, it does save me the time and effort of investigating the antique book, trying to compare market values and coming up with a price. Boom. There it is, right in the internet listing.

And the photo is already taken!

Having practiced my Roman numerals, I correctly determined that the book was published in 1854, but the heavy leather binding states 1855 – again, something I worked out a second time. It was listed that way in the original listing. I guess there is nothing left to do but put a price card in it, and return it to the shelf.

The Life of Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ; and the Lives of the Apostles and Evangelists
Date Published: 1854 (Binding states 1855)
Description: By Rev. John Fleetwood, D.D.; Published by Blackie and Son; London. Elaborate illustrated full leather heavy binding with raised bands. Front hinge beginning at lower edge. Water staining throughout. First signature is loose but holding, causing curling and closed tears at page edges. Gilt edges still present at top and bottom. Impressive Blackie and Son reprint of 1837 original, bound with the Lives of the Most Eminent Fathers and Martyrs by William Cave; and A History of the Christian Church by Rev. Thomas Sims M.A. Numerous illustrative lithographic plates.

The Rev. John Fleetwood, who authored the greater part of this three-in-one volume, was a Scottish theologian and biblical critic, but is obscure enough that he doesn’t have a Wikipedia listing.

Although his fame and heritage have been lost to time, his hefty tome survives him well – even if my memory doesn’t.

We know Oscar Meyer. Oscar Wilde? Not so much.

Dad and son came in to look around.

“Hmmm,” said Dad. “A bookstore.” He didn’t sound optimistic, but came in anyway.

His son might have been nine or ten years old. Certainly old enough to read and tall enough to see over the edge of the counter, where a doll-sized figure was displayed in a clear plastic card-backed package.

“Dad,” he called out. “Who is Oscar, Wild…Will-dee?”

“Uh-oh,” I thought. “This could be an awkward moment.”

I was remembering the scandals associated with Oscar Wilde (his name has an E at the end, which is – I suppose – why the young man read it as will-dee).

Even as the dad was considering his answer, I recalled putting a similar question to my mother.

“Mom,” I called out. “Who is Bridget Bardot?” Her name must have been mentioned on the television, that big clunky piece of furniture in our living room that displayed only black and white pictures. Maybe I saw a black and white version of Bridget Bardot that piqued my interest.

My mother didn’t hesitate in her reply.

“A movie star,” she said. “She likes to run around wearing nothing but a bath towel.”

I guess the answer worked well enough. I got the idea.

With the young man’s question posed in the book shop, I waited to hear the father’s answer. Finally, he sighed and admitted, “I have noooo idea.”

“He was an 1800s English writer,” I offered, trying to help out the dad. The kid was quick.

“Then why does that say ‘Action Figure?”

“It’s kind of a joke,” I responded. “He wasn’t known for X-Men kind of action.”

When Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde died in 1900, he was destitute and living in Paris. A victim of a scandal of his own creation.

He objected to something that was alleged to have been said about him by John Douglas, the Marquess of Queensbury. It was whisperings (some not so quiet) about Wilde and the son of the Marquess, Lord Alfred Douglas. Wilde sued for slander. In the course of the trial, enough mud was dragged into court concerning Wilde’s antics that he dropped the slander suit. It was too late, though. Wilde was charged with “gross indecencies,” convicted, and sentenced to two years of hard labor. He spent time in jail, although he spelled it gaol. He might have had better fortune in our current society, but in 1890s London there were some things best kept out of conversation.

In his day, Oscar Wilde was one of the most famous personalities around. He was born into a wealthy intellectual family, was well educated, known for his quick wit, and in 1890 authored a popular story called The Picture of Dorian Gray. It didn’t help the author during his lifetime, but when moving pictures were invented it was one of the early books adapted to film. It has been redone several times since that first Hungarian version in 1918.

Wilde had the intellect and wit of Dick Cavett, the social circles of Oprah Winfrey, the theatrical following of Neil Simon, and a wife as influential in her day as Hillary Clinton (well, maybe that last one is a stretch…).

Dapper-looking as he is, I thought Oscar the action figure would be gone by now, landing under some lucky literary Christmas tree. His action figure comrade Charles Dickens found himself a home over the holidays.

But then again – he was more will-dee than Wilde.

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