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Public figs and cigs.

Even before remembering the race to break Babe Ruth’s home run record, when I saw this ad on the back of an old TV Guide magazine I immediately thought of John Kruk. He played major league baseball for several teams, but I remember him best for his time with Philadelphia Phillies.

Before a game, he was standing outside the stadium, casually smoking a cigarette, when a woman admonished him for his habit. The always quotable Kruk responded with:

“I ain’t an athlete, Lady. I’m a baseball player.”

It was a reply that was obviously overheard. It caught traction and was repeated so often that when the former ballplayer wrote his book, he used the first part of the quote for his title.

Roger Maris, on the other hand, was a lot more athlete and a lot less quotable. In fact, he was considered almost surly by the New York news media during his Yankee days. In all likelihood, he was more straightforward with his answers than he should have been, and never kowtowed to the press like some of his teammates did. Some of the questions from the media had to do with the string of injuries that plagued Maris in the years following his 1961 season. You can click on the image to read his quote for R.J. Reynolds. The date across his face is courtesy of the Postal Service, which cancelled the wrong side of the magazine during the mailing process.

The Minnesota native hit more home runs than Babe Ruth – 61 in ’61 – as the media recorded it, but the media attention took a toll. At the time, there were a number of folks associated with baseball, as well as fans, who thought Ruth’s record should stand forever. Roger Maris related later that the stress in 1961 was so great that – at times – his hair fell out in clumps.

Interviewed at an All-Star game twenty years later, Maris still harbored ill-feelings about the negative attitudes.

“They acted as though I was doing something wrong, poisoning the record books or something,” he said. “Do you know what I have to show for 61 home runs? Nothing. Exactly nothing.”

Who knows whether smoking was a factor? Roger Maris died in 1985 of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, a form of cancer. He was 51.

Times change. You don’t see a lot of celebrity endorsements of tobacco products. In fact, you don’t see a lot of cigarette ads these days.

For that matter, you don’t see as many magazines near the checkout stands any longer, but the venerable TV Guide is still hanging on, and will celebrate its 60th birthday in April.

Today’s Business? Snow way to tell…

I am comforted. At least, I suppose that’s how I should feel after eating comfort food. After whipping up some mashed taters, I treated myself to a cupful.

When you work alone, you may find yourself doing knucklehead things like preparing enough mashed potatoes for an army on a snow day that is liable to scare off any hint of lunchtime business. There was no one else here to say, Hey! That’s a lot of potatoes. Maybe you want to scale back a little.

By myself in the shop, I can sample my finished product and render my verdict.

Me, spoon in hand: Mmmm. That’s a tasty potato.

As you know, things are a little more casual when talking to yourself, and that may be much the case today due to the snow. It is midmorning and still the snow is falling heavily here in Broken Arrow. It makes me think of that grand snowfall we had a few years ago, when the drifts were deep enough to stop my car in the parking lot.

In my seven years on Main Street, that was the only day I failed to sell a book. Being an optimist, I assumed someone out there would have a book emergency and I wanted to be ready to handle it. After several hours organizing and tidying up, I locked up and worked to get the car unstuck.

This morning, I snapped a couple of shots of the storefront. One was a few minutes after the snow began in earnest and was already obscuring the lettering on the awning. Later, it was coming down hard enough that I didn’t want to venture back out.

Can you tell in the front door image what is wrong?

Hint: Click on the image for a larger view, then look at the letters on the bank’s front wall. Compare them with the lettering on the bookstore’s front door lettering.

Naturally, I’m going to flip the picture to my own advantage!

Happy Snow Day, and I hope you have your own cup of comfort food to fall back on!

McHuston Booksellers in the Rose District
122 South Main Street, Broken Arrow, OK

Ready for all snow book emergencies!

MASHED POTATO UPDATE: It turned out to be a Shepherd’s Pie kind of day, and that mountain of spuds is gone!

Approaching the 300th Birthday…

Here’s how old this book is: When it was published in Paris, Benjamin Franklin was still alive and living in the American colonies. He was eight years old.

1714 was the year that King George I ascended the throne. He was the king of Great Britain and Ireland, although he was born in Hanover (now in Germany, but back then it was the Kingdom of Hanover – sort of like the Land of Oz). The King’s English was different in that time, too: the King spoke German.

In the American Colonies – there weren’t yet thirteen, as South Carolina had not been formally recognized as a royal colony (1729), and in 1714, tea was introduced for the first time. It was unsweetened, just so you know.

There were not a lot of novels being published in the colonies in 1714; in fact, it wasn’t until young B. Franklin grew up that the first truly successful newspaper was first printed – his Pennsylvania Gazette in 1728. It is true that a printing press was brought from Europe in the 1630s to be set up at Cambridge, Massachusetts, where a few books were published over the years, but most colonists were just struggling to survive and didn’t have a lot of free time to kick back with an adventure story.

In fact, through the 1600s it is fair to say the publishing was conducted primarily by Cambridge’s Samuel Green, William Bradford in Philadelphia, and Maryland’s William Nuthead. (Don’t you know he suffered for his surname?) Any book printed at the time would be expensive to acquire, and the contents were confined to religious reading and almanacs. People listed books in their wills to specify who should receive which volume.

The little book in the image (you can click the picture for a larger view) is about the size of a church hymnal, and from my failing high school French, the title page appears to indicate the contents are Moral Reflections with Notes on the New Testament. Light, after-dinner reading. For a book approaching its 300th birthday, it is in surprisingly good shape. In fact, its in great shape compared to a lot of used hardbacks that come into the shop.

As with many religious books of the 17th through the 19th centuries, the artwork consists of line engravings, since photography as we know it did not exist until the mid-1800s.

I can’t say what the book cost when it first rolled off the printing press in Paris, that day in 1714, but at the modest (relatively speaking) price it is tagged with here in the bookshop – adjusted for inflation – it would have cost a colonist about $23. Compare that with the $13 dollars that would have been spent for a brand new Brown Bess smooth bore musket.

Little surprise that – for the price – muskets easily outsold anything offered in a leather binding with paper pages in between!

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