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Ever find interesting things in books?
I was unloading some books at my local Half-Price Books store this afternoon
and the clerk was talking with another customer about things that other readers have accidentally left behind in their books. I joked that they should have an "Is This Yours?" display case of such items, but she said that they keep them in a safe area because some of them were so weird. She didn't elaborate and I didn't ask. I imagine that at some point, everyone who has ever worked in a library or a used bookstore has found some interesting things used as bookmarks, or the book was used as a safe place to store something and then forgotten about. I remember many years ago reading a "two-minute mystery" in which a library worker found several large denominations of paper money that were folded in curious ways, tucked inside a book that had been returned. The librarian reasoned that only a blind person would fold money like that, in order to keep track of 20s, 50s, etc. (I guess the person who returned the book knew the blind person or was related in some way.), and quickly tracked down the owner of the money. I haven't found anything really exciting in old books I've purchased, though I have found some interesting inscriptions written in them. A few were apparently given as gifts from one loved one to another, but for whatever reason that book was gotten rid of. Come to think of it, I did once find a memo of some sort in an engineering textbook. Apparently the publisher had sent the book to a college professor for review. The memo dated from the late 1960s. I forget in which book I found it, but once I found a mimeographed sheet of paper from a TV station in Iowa. It listed in detail a particular evening's broadcast schedule, including every commercial and time it would run. That too was from the 1960s. |
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"Matt J. McCullar" wrote in message .. . I was unloading some books at my local Half-Price Books store this afternoon and the clerk was talking with another customer about things that other readers have accidentally left behind in their books. I joked that they should have an "Is This Yours?" display case of such items, but she said that they keep them in a safe area because some of them were so weird. She didn't elaborate and I didn't ask. Once I found a book where someone had pressed 20 or 30 leaves in it -- lovely specimens of Cannabis sativa. I find all kinds of things used as bookmarks: plane ticket stubs, shopping lists, business cards. I found a little four-page brochure of books suggested for "Summer Reading" put out by the MacMillan Company, probably circa 1900, since I found it in a book of that vintage. It includes such titles as: The Reign of Law: A Tale of the Kentucky Hemp Fields, by James Lane Allen (12mo Cloth Gilt Top $1.50) and The Banker and the Bear: A Story of a Corner in Lard, by Henry Kitchell Webster (16mo Cloth $1.50). Of the two, the second would have been a better investment, even without the gilt top. Alice |
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Ever find interesting things in books?
In May 2002, I placed an online order to the Strand bookstore in New York for an inscribed copy of "To Doctor R. Essays Here Collected and Published in Honor of the Seventieth Birthday of Dr. A. S. W. Rosenbach," Philadelphia, 1946. Although the listing said that Joseph Conrad had signed the book, the Strand e-mailed me that the book was inscribed by Joseph Carson, one of the book's contributors, and not Joseph Conrad. I told the Strand to send the book to me anyway. Joseph Carson inscribed the book to his daughter, Sarah Carson, so this book was from her library. I had the book on my lap while I was googling "Joseph Carson," when some folded papers fell out of the rear pages of the book and onto my lap. There were three sheets of paper with the word "copy" printed in red across the center of each page. The papers appear to be an obituary written by Joseph Carson (1883-1953) on his friend, A.S.W Rosenbach (1876-1952). Joseph Carson was a prominent member of Philadelphia Society, and followed in his father's footsteps as a student and collector of early Americana. Their collections formed the base of the huge Americana Collection given by his wife, Marian S. Carson, to the Library of Congress almost fifty years later: http://tinyurl.com/25eunx This is what Joseph Carson had to say about A.S.W. Rosenbach in his obituary: 1 "I had enjoyed all the books the Doctor had written. I knew the unique place he had made for himself in the world. But I had not really met him until I was elected to the Board of Trustees of the Free Library of Philadelphia in 1930. He had then been on the Board for nine years and when he died he was its senior member. He attended meetings regularly, and as Chairman of the Book Committee and of the Exhibitions Committee, took great interest. Through him over the years some of the scarcest volumes the world knows were exhibited at the Library. The printed catalogs testify to this. He was intensely proud of the institution and of its treasures and liked to exhibit his own treasures there - saying that the great lobby, a few steps off the street, was the finest exhibition hall for books he knew. After I became President of the Board in 1943 I saw the Doctor frequently, at Board and committee meetings, at his place of business, at his old house, at his new house, at the house of Mr. and Mrs. William M. Elkins, my own house and elsewhere. Never on all those occasions did I ever hear him parade his great knowledge in books or his great ability in salesmanship. He was pleased when the Library bought from his catalogs or from his stock but he never forced a sale. If the matter involved a bid at auction never did he charge the Library a commission. The door of Mr. Elkins' house on Rittenhouse Square was always open to him. He was very much relaxed and at home there. He had no side, no affectations and no artificialities in speech and manner. He loved people and they loved him - instantly. He was gracious always, to the stranger and old friends alike. Mrs. Elkins admired him immensely and he admired her. I have heard her say, standing in front of him, "I would just like to pinch your little red cheeks." With a twinkle in his eye he would reply, "Why don't you?" But I don't think she ever did. 2 The doctor enjoyed good food, impeccably served. The dinners he gave at his house were all of this and more. They were events long to be remembered - remembered for the Doctor who sat at the head of the table, for the company that was there, for the beautiful appointments and the flowers, for the magnificient room enclosing the occasion. Never was he over-formal. While doubtless he liked praise he never fished for it. If he did, it was artless and disarming. Never did he seek to dominate the conversation or boast of conquests in the amazing world he had created. At 4.30 on the night the Rare Book Room was to be dedicated and the great Elkins Collections formally received by the Library, Edwin Wolf called me up at the Library to say that the Doctor was ill and could not deliver his address. Would I read it to the audience? This was embarrassing because I was supposed to introduce him. Of course I assented. Then the blow fell. The address was unfinished. Could Eddie come up to the Library and we would finish it together. I still had to dress and get to Mrs. Elkins' house by 6.30. The meeting at the Library was set for 8.30 and a large audience to hear the Doctor was expected. Together we did finish it. It was ninety per cent Eddie's work, for he knew well the materials in the collections, the pace of the address and what was needed to end it, some 750 words or more. He begged me to say nothing of the matter and I never did. The Doctor thanked me briefly sometime later but he never catechized me on it and never alluded to it again. I introduced the Doctor then stepped back and came forward once more in his image, a rather pale one I think, to read a paper for over 40 mintes which I had never seen before. It went off as well as expected, considering that the principal actor, the one whom people had come to hear, was home in bed. I had to read it as typed and it necessarily lacked those delightful and chuckling asides that only the Doctor could have put into it. He had done just that with a prepared paper previously when he had given his great collection of children's books to the Library. 3 Much more I could say - much more. How he gave me items for my collections which I still prize because he knew I would appreciate them. How concerned he was when I was in the hospital, and how he admired certain phases of Mrs. Carson's collecting of Philadelphia imprints. I cannot, alas, go into these things. The Doctor was to the Carson family a much beloved friend. For a little daughter of ours he wrote on the flyleaf of his American Children's Books For Lea Carson This collection of juveniles is dedicated to a great juvenile - her parent are among my most devoted friends. October 24,1946 A.S.W. Rosenbach What he wrote there was spontaneous and genuine. That was Dr. Rosenbach." best, Jerry Morris http://displacedbookcollector.blogspot.com http://moislibrary.com On Jul 1, 4:59 am, "my-wings" wrote: Once I found "Matt J. McCullar" wrote in y.net... I was unloading some books at my local Half-Price Books store this afternoon and the clerk was talking with another customer about things that other readers have accidentally left behind in their books. I joked that they should have an "Is This Yours?" display case of such items, but she said that they keep them in a safe area because some of them were so weird. She didn't elaborate and I didn't ask. Once I found a book where someone had pressed 20 or 30 leaves in it -- lovely specimens of Cannabis sativa. I find all kinds of things used as bookmarks: plane ticket stubs, shopping lists, business cards. I found a little four-page brochure of books suggested for "Summer Reading" put out by the MacMillan Company, probably circa 1900, since I found it in a book of that vintage. It includes such titles as: The Reign of Law: A Tale of the Kentucky Hemp Fields, by James Lane Allen (12mo Cloth Gilt Top $1.50) and The Banker and the Bear: A Story of a Corner in Lard, by Henry Kitchell Webster (16mo Cloth $1.50). Of the two, the second would have been a better investment, even without the gilt top. Alice |
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Ever find interesting things in books?
I have read this obituary before and I believe it was in print and not on
the net. Do you know where it was originally published? wrote in message ups.com... In May 2002, I placed an online order to the Strand bookstore in New York for an inscribed copy of "To Doctor R. Essays Here Collected and Published in Honor of the Seventieth Birthday of Dr. A. S. W. Rosenbach," Philadelphia, 1946. Although the listing said that Joseph Conrad had signed the book, the Strand e-mailed me that the book was inscribed by Joseph Carson, one of the book's contributors, and not Joseph Conrad. I told the Strand to send the book to me anyway. Joseph Carson inscribed the book to his daughter, Sarah Carson, so this book was from her library. I had the book on my lap while I was googling "Joseph Carson," when some folded papers fell out of the rear pages of the book and onto my lap. There were three sheets of paper with the word "copy" printed in red across the center of each page. The papers appear to be an obituary written by Joseph Carson (1883-1953) on his friend, A.S.W Rosenbach (1876-1952). Joseph Carson was a prominent member of Philadelphia Society, and followed in his father's footsteps as a student and collector of early Americana. Their collections formed the base of the huge Americana Collection given by his wife, Marian S. Carson, to the Library of Congress almost fifty years later: http://tinyurl.com/25eunx This is what Joseph Carson had to say about A.S.W. Rosenbach in his obituary: 1 "I had enjoyed all the books the Doctor had written. I knew the unique place he had made for himself in the world. But I had not really met him until I was elected to the Board of Trustees of the Free Library of Philadelphia in 1930. He had then been on the Board for nine years and when he died he was its senior member. He attended meetings regularly, and as Chairman of the Book Committee and of the Exhibitions Committee, took great interest. Through him over the years some of the scarcest volumes the world knows were exhibited at the Library. The printed catalogs testify to this. He was intensely proud of the institution and of its treasures and liked to exhibit his own treasures there - saying that the great lobby, a few steps off the street, was the finest exhibition hall for books he knew. After I became President of the Board in 1943 I saw the Doctor frequently, at Board and committee meetings, at his place of business, at his old house, at his new house, at the house of Mr. and Mrs. William M. Elkins, my own house and elsewhere. Never on all those occasions did I ever hear him parade his great knowledge in books or his great ability in salesmanship. He was pleased when the Library bought from his catalogs or from his stock but he never forced a sale. If the matter involved a bid at auction never did he charge the Library a commission. The door of Mr. Elkins' house on Rittenhouse Square was always open to him. He was very much relaxed and at home there. He had no side, no affectations and no artificialities in speech and manner. He loved people and they loved him - instantly. He was gracious always, to the stranger and old friends alike. Mrs. Elkins admired him immensely and he admired her. I have heard her say, standing in front of him, "I would just like to pinch your little red cheeks." With a twinkle in his eye he would reply, "Why don't you?" But I don't think she ever did. 2 The doctor enjoyed good food, impeccably served. The dinners he gave at his house were all of this and more. They were events long to be remembered - remembered for the Doctor who sat at the head of the table, for the company that was there, for the beautiful appointments and the flowers, for the magnificient room enclosing the occasion. Never was he over-formal. While doubtless he liked praise he never fished for it. If he did, it was artless and disarming. Never did he seek to dominate the conversation or boast of conquests in the amazing world he had created. At 4.30 on the night the Rare Book Room was to be dedicated and the great Elkins Collections formally received by the Library, Edwin Wolf called me up at the Library to say that the Doctor was ill and could not deliver his address. Would I read it to the audience? This was embarrassing because I was supposed to introduce him. Of course I assented. Then the blow fell. The address was unfinished. Could Eddie come up to the Library and we would finish it together. I still had to dress and get to Mrs. Elkins' house by 6.30. The meeting at the Library was set for 8.30 and a large audience to hear the Doctor was expected. Together we did finish it. It was ninety per cent Eddie's work, for he knew well the materials in the collections, the pace of the address and what was needed to end it, some 750 words or more. He begged me to say nothing of the matter and I never did. The Doctor thanked me briefly sometime later but he never catechized me on it and never alluded to it again. I introduced the Doctor then stepped back and came forward once more in his image, a rather pale one I think, to read a paper for over 40 mintes which I had never seen before. It went off as well as expected, considering that the principal actor, the one whom people had come to hear, was home in bed. I had to read it as typed and it necessarily lacked those delightful and chuckling asides that only the Doctor could have put into it. He had done just that with a prepared paper previously when he had given his great collection of children's books to the Library. 3 Much more I could say - much more. How he gave me items for my collections which I still prize because he knew I would appreciate them. How concerned he was when I was in the hospital, and how he admired certain phases of Mrs. Carson's collecting of Philadelphia imprints. I cannot, alas, go into these things. The Doctor was to the Carson family a much beloved friend. For a little daughter of ours he wrote on the flyleaf of his American Children's Books For Lea Carson This collection of juveniles is dedicated to a great juvenile - her parent are among my most devoted friends. October 24,1946 A.S.W. Rosenbach What he wrote there was spontaneous and genuine. That was Dr. Rosenbach." best, Jerry Morris http://displacedbookcollector.blogspot.com http://moislibrary.com On Jul 1, 4:59 am, "my-wings" wrote: Once I found "Matt J. McCullar" wrote in y.net... I was unloading some books at my local Half-Price Books store this afternoon and the clerk was talking with another customer about things that other readers have accidentally left behind in their books. I joked that they should have an "Is This Yours?" display case of such items, but she said that they keep them in a safe area because some of them were so weird. She didn't elaborate and I didn't ask. Once I found a book where someone had pressed 20 or 30 leaves in it -- lovely specimens of Cannabis sativa. I find all kinds of things used as bookmarks: plane ticket stubs, shopping lists, business cards. I found a little four-page brochure of books suggested for "Summer Reading" put out by the MacMillan Company, probably circa 1900, since I found it in a book of that vintage. It includes such titles as: The Reign of Law: A Tale of the Kentucky Hemp Fields, by James Lane Allen (12mo Cloth Gilt Top $1.50) and The Banker and the Bear: A Story of a Corner in Lard, by Henry Kitchell Webster (16mo Cloth $1.50). Of the two, the second would have been a better investment, even without the gilt top. Alice |
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Chris,
I haven't yet discovered when or where it was originally published or read. I've had it on my websites since May 2002. best, Jerry Morris http://moislibrary.com On Jul 2, 5:22 pm, "Chris Charles" wrote: I have read this obituary before and I believe it was in print and not on the net. Do you know where it was originally published? wrote in message ups.com... In May 2002, I placed an online order to the Strand bookstore in New York for an inscribed copy of "To Doctor R. Essays Here Collected and Published in Honor of the Seventieth Birthday of Dr. A. S. W. Rosenbach," Philadelphia, 1946. Although the listing said that Joseph Conrad had signed the book, the Strand e-mailed me that the book was inscribed by Joseph Carson, one of the book's contributors, and not Joseph Conrad. I told the Strand to send the book to me anyway. Joseph Carson inscribed the book to his daughter, Sarah Carson, so this book was from her library. I had the book on my lap while I was googling "Joseph Carson," when some folded papers fell out of the rear pages of the book and onto my lap. There were three sheets of paper with the word "copy" printed in red across the center of each page. The papers appear to be an obituary written by Joseph Carson (1883-1953) on his friend, A.S.W Rosenbach (1876-1952). Joseph Carson was a prominent member of Philadelphia Society, and followed in his father's footsteps as a student and collector of early Americana. Their collections formed the base of the huge Americana Collection given by his wife, Marian S. Carson, to the Library of Congress almost fifty years later:http://tinyurl.com/25eunx This is what Joseph Carson had to say about A.S.W. Rosenbach in his obituary: 1 "I had enjoyed all the books the Doctor had written. I knew the unique place he had made for himself in the world. But I had not really met him until I was elected to the Board of Trustees of the Free Library of Philadelphia in 1930. He had then been on the Board for nine years and when he died he was its senior member. He attended meetings regularly, and as Chairman of the Book Committee and of the Exhibitions Committee, took great interest. Through him over the years some of the scarcest volumes the world knows were exhibited at the Library. The printed catalogs testify to this. He was intensely proud of the institution and of its treasures and liked to exhibit his own treasures there - saying that the great lobby, a few steps off the street, was the finest exhibition hall for books he knew. After I became President of the Board in 1943 I saw the Doctor frequently, at Board and committee meetings, at his place of business, at his old house, at his new house, at the house of Mr. and Mrs. William M. Elkins, my own house and elsewhere. Never on all those occasions did I ever hear him parade his great knowledge in books or his great ability in salesmanship. He was pleased when the Library bought from his catalogs or from his stock but he never forced a sale. If the matter involved a bid at auction never did he charge the Library a commission. The door of Mr. Elkins' house on Rittenhouse Square was always open to him. He was very much relaxed and at home there. He had no side, no affectations and no artificialities in speech and manner. He loved people and they loved him - instantly. He was gracious always, to the stranger and old friends alike. Mrs. Elkins admired him immensely and he admired her. I have heard her say, standing in front of him, "I would just like to pinch your little red cheeks." With a twinkle in his eye he would reply, "Why don't you?" But I don't think she ever did. 2 The doctor enjoyed good food, impeccably served. The dinners he gave at his house were all of this and more. They were events long to be remembered - remembered for the Doctor who sat at the head of the table, for the company that was there, for the beautiful appointments and the flowers, for the magnificient room enclosing the occasion. Never was he over-formal. While doubtless he liked praise he never fished for it. If he did, it was artless and disarming. Never did he seek to dominate the conversation or boast of conquests in the amazing world he had created. At 4.30 on the night the Rare Book Room was to be dedicated and the great Elkins Collections formally received by the Library, Edwin Wolf called me up at the Library to say that the Doctor was ill and could not deliver his address. Would I read it to the audience? This was embarrassing because I was supposed to introduce him. Of course I assented. Then the blow fell. The address was unfinished. Could Eddie come up to the Library and we would finish it together. I still had to dress and get to Mrs. Elkins' house by 6.30. The meeting at the Library was set for 8.30 and a large audience to hear the Doctor was expected. Together we did finish it. It was ninety per cent Eddie's work, for he knew well the materials in the collections, the pace of the address and what was needed to end it, some 750 words or more. He begged me to say nothing of the matter and I never did. The Doctor thanked me briefly sometime later but he never catechized me on it and never alluded to it again. I introduced the Doctor then stepped back and came forward once more in his image, a rather pale one I think, to read a paper for over 40 mintes which I had never seen before. It went off as well as expected, considering that the principal actor, the one whom people had come to hear, was home in bed. I had to read it as typed and it necessarily lacked those delightful and chuckling asides that only the Doctor could have put into it. He had done just that with a prepared paper previously when he had given his great collection of children's books to the Library. 3 Much more I could say - much more. How he gave me items for my collections which I still prize because he knew I would appreciate them. How concerned he was when I was in the hospital, and how he admired certain phases of Mrs. Carson's collecting of Philadelphia imprints. I cannot, alas, go into these things. The Doctor was to the Carson family a much beloved friend. For a little daughter of ours he wrote on the flyleaf of his American Children's Books For Lea Carson This collection of juveniles is dedicated to a great juvenile - her parent are among my most devoted friends. October 24,1946 A.S.W. Rosenbach What he wrote there was spontaneous and genuine. That was Dr. Rosenbach." best, Jerry Morris http://displacedbookcollector.blogspot.com http://moislibrary.com On Jul 1, 4:59 am, "my-wings" wrote: Once I found "Matt J. McCullar" wrote in y.net... I was unloading some books at my local Half-Price Books store this afternoon and the clerk was talking with another customer about things that other readers have accidentally left behind in their books. I joked that they should have an "Is This Yours?" display case of such items, but she said that they keep them in a safe area because some of them were so weird. She didn't elaborate and I didn't ask. Once I found a book where someone had pressed 20 or 30 leaves in it -- lovely specimens of Cannabis sativa. I find all kinds of things used as bookmarks: plane ticket stubs, shopping lists, business cards. I found a little four-page brochure of books suggested for "Summer Reading" put out by the MacMillan Company, probably circa 1900, since I found it in a book of that vintage. It includes such titles as: The Reign of Law: A Tale of the Kentucky Hemp Fields, by James Lane Allen (12mo Cloth Gilt Top $1.50) and The Banker and the Bear: A Story of a Corner in Lard, by Henry Kitchell Webster (16mo Cloth $1.50). Of the two, the second would have been a better investment, even without the gilt top. Alice |
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Chris,
You wrote: I have read this obituary before and I believe it was in print and not on the net. Do you know where it was originally published? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Let me reclarify my first reply to you. I haven't found when or where the entire obituary was written, but the incident when Rosenbach was ill and couldn't give his talk was specifically mentioned in the Rosenbach biography written by Edwin Wolf and John Fleming. best, Jerry Morris On Jul 2, 5:22 pm, "Chris Charles" wrote: I have read this obituary before and I believe it was in print and not on the net. Do you know where it was originally published? wrote in message ups.com... In May 2002, I placed an online order to the Strand bookstore in New York for an inscribed copy of "To Doctor R. Essays Here Collected and Published in Honor of the Seventieth Birthday of Dr. A. S. W. Rosenbach," Philadelphia, 1946. Although the listing said that Joseph Conrad had signed the book, the Strand e-mailed me that the book was inscribed by Joseph Carson, one of the book's contributors, and not Joseph Conrad. I told the Strand to send the book to me anyway. Joseph Carson inscribed the book to his daughter, Sarah Carson, so this book was from her library. I had the book on my lap while I was googling "Joseph Carson," when some folded papers fell out of the rear pages of the book and onto my lap. There were three sheets of paper with the word "copy" printed in red across the center of each page. The papers appear to be an obituary written by Joseph Carson (1883-1953) on his friend, A.S.W Rosenbach (1876-1952). Joseph Carson was a prominent member of Philadelphia Society, and followed in his father's footsteps as a student and collector of early Americana. Their collections formed the base of the huge Americana Collection given by his wife, Marian S. Carson, to the Library of Congress almost fifty years later:http://tinyurl.com/25eunx This is what Joseph Carson had to say about A.S.W. Rosenbach in his obituary: 1 "I had enjoyed all the books the Doctor had written. I knew the unique place he had made for himself in the world. But I had not really met him until I was elected to the Board of Trustees of the Free Library of Philadelphia in 1930. He had then been on the Board for nine years and when he died he was its senior member. He attended meetings regularly, and as Chairman of the Book Committee and of the Exhibitions Committee, took great interest. Through him over the years some of the scarcest volumes the world knows were exhibited at the Library. The printed catalogs testify to this. He was intensely proud of the institution and of its treasures and liked to exhibit his own treasures there - saying that the great lobby, a few steps off the street, was the finest exhibition hall for books he knew. After I became President of the Board in 1943 I saw the Doctor frequently, at Board and committee meetings, at his place of business, at his old house, at his new house, at the house of Mr. and Mrs. William M. Elkins, my own house and elsewhere. Never on all those occasions did I ever hear him parade his great knowledge in books or his great ability in salesmanship. He was pleased when the Library bought from his catalogs or from his stock but he never forced a sale. If the matter involved a bid at auction never did he charge the Library a commission. The door of Mr. Elkins' house on Rittenhouse Square was always open to him. He was very much relaxed and at home there. He had no side, no affectations and no artificialities in speech and manner. He loved people and they loved him - instantly. He was gracious always, to the stranger and old friends alike. Mrs. Elkins admired him immensely and he admired her. I have heard her say, standing in front of him, "I would just like to pinch your little red cheeks." With a twinkle in his eye he would reply, "Why don't you?" But I don't think she ever did. 2 The doctor enjoyed good food, impeccably served. The dinners he gave at his house were all of this and more. They were events long to be remembered - remembered for the Doctor who sat at the head of the table, for the company that was there, for the beautiful appointments and the flowers, for the magnificient room enclosing the occasion. Never was he over-formal. While doubtless he liked praise he never fished for it. If he did, it was artless and disarming. Never did he seek to dominate the conversation or boast of conquests in the amazing world he had created. At 4.30 on the night the Rare Book Room was to be dedicated and the great Elkins Collections formally received by the Library, Edwin Wolf called me up at the Library to say that the Doctor was ill and could not deliver his address. Would I read it to the audience? This was embarrassing because I was supposed to introduce him. Of course I assented. Then the blow fell. The address was unfinished. Could Eddie come up to the Library and we would finish it together. I still had to dress and get to Mrs. Elkins' house by 6.30. The meeting at the Library was set for 8.30 and a large audience to hear the Doctor was expected. Together we did finish it. It was ninety per cent Eddie's work, for he knew well the materials in the collections, the pace of the address and what was needed to end it, some 750 words or more. He begged me to say nothing of the matter and I never did. The Doctor thanked me briefly sometime later but he never catechized me on it and never alluded to it again. I introduced the Doctor then stepped back and came forward once more in his image, a rather pale one I think, to read a paper for over 40 mintes which I had never seen before. It went off as well as expected, considering that the principal actor, the one whom people had come to hear, was home in bed. I had to read it as typed and it necessarily lacked those delightful and chuckling asides that only the Doctor could have put into it. He had done just that with a prepared paper previously when he had given his great collection of children's books to the Library. 3 Much more I could say - much more. How he gave me items for my collections which I still prize because he knew I would appreciate them. How concerned he was when I was in the hospital, and how he admired certain phases of Mrs. Carson's collecting of Philadelphia imprints. I cannot, alas, go into these things. The Doctor was to the Carson family a much beloved friend. For a little daughter of ours he wrote on the flyleaf of his American Children's Books For Lea Carson This collection of juveniles is dedicated to a great juvenile - her parent are among my most devoted friends. October 24,1946 A.S.W. Rosenbach What he wrote there was spontaneous and genuine. That was Dr. Rosenbach." best, Jerry Morris http://displacedbookcollector.blogspot.com http://moislibrary.com On Jul 1, 4:59 am, "my-wings" wrote: Once I found "Matt J. McCullar" wrote in y.net... I was unloading some books at my local Half-Price Books store this afternoon and the clerk was talking with another customer about things that other readers have accidentally left behind in their books. I joked that they should have an "Is This Yours?" display case of such items, but she said that they keep them in a safe area because some of them were so weird. She didn't elaborate and I didn't ask. Once I found a book where someone had pressed 20 or 30 leaves in it -- lovely specimens of Cannabis sativa. I find all kinds of things used as bookmarks: plane ticket stubs, shopping lists, business cards. I found a little four-page brochure of books suggested for "Summer Reading" put out by the MacMillan Company, probably circa 1900, since I found it in a book of that vintage. It includes such titles as: The Reign of Law: A Tale of the Kentucky Hemp Fields, by James Lane Allen (12mo Cloth Gilt Top $1.50) and The Banker and the Bear: A Story of a Corner in Lard, by Henry Kitchell Webster (16mo Cloth $1.50). Of the two, the second would have been a better investment, even without the gilt top. Alice |
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Ever find interesting things in books?
On 2007-07-01, Matt J. McCullar wrote:
I was unloading some books at my local Half-Price Books store this afternoon and the clerk was talking with another customer about things that other readers have accidentally left behind in their books. I joked that they should have an "Is This Yours?" display case of such items, but she said that they keep them in a safe area because some of them were so weird. She didn't elaborate and I didn't ask. I imagine that at some point, everyone who has ever worked in a library or a used bookstore has found some interesting things used as bookmarks, or the book was used as a safe place to store something and then forgotten about. I have a small book called _The Four Stories of the Nibelungen Ring_ which came with the following business card (with some ball-point doodling on it): *soul* maangement of this *dynamic* band is handled by *jon wyndham* Ingrebourne 41222 *FARM* (No mention of triffids.) -- A: Because it messes up the order in which people normally read text. Q: Why is top-posting such a bad thing? A: Top-posting. Q: What is the most annoying thing on usenet and in e-mail? |
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Ever find interesting things in books?
On Jul 12, 4:28 pm, Adam Funk wrote:
On 2007-07-01, Matt J. McCullar wrote: I was unloading some books at my local Half-Price Books store this afternoon and the clerk was talking with another customer about things that other readers have accidentally left behind in their books. I joked that they should have an "Is This Yours?" display case of such items, but she said that they keep them in a safe area because some of them were so weird. She didn't elaborate and I didn't ask. I imagine that at some point, everyone who has ever worked in a library or a used bookstore has found some interesting things used as bookmarks, or the book was used as a safe place to store something and then forgotten about. I have a small book called _The Four Stories of the Nibelungen Ring_ which came with the following business card (with some ball-point doodling on it): *soul* maangement of this *dynamic* band is handled by *jon wyndham* Ingrebourne 41222 One summer evening when I was sixteen or so, in a funk of lonely boredom in my bedroom, I opened a big old dusty, neglected book that my parents had given me for Christmas some years before. The book was an illustrated history of aerial combat during WWII. "AIR WAR!" it was called, or something like that. It was the sort of book that nobody in my family (or indeed, in my circle of friends) would ever have a reason or desire to open. I was pleasantly surprised, upon opening this book, that SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS dropped into my lap, along with a flattened-out joint (which proved to be harsh but rather effective). Seveny five bucks was a lot of cash for a kid of my background, back in the late Seventies. I guessed that I'd secreted this stash in there some months or years before, and although I took the joint for granted, of course, and immediately, I never really figured out where the SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS came from, though I know it must have been profit from some kind of deal that... Never mind. I think I win. I know (knew) I won, back then. -- YOP... |
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Ever find interesting things in books?
On Jul 12, 5:28 pm, Adam Funk wrote:
On 2007-07-01, Matt J. McCullar wrote: I was unloading some books at my local Half-Price Books store this afternoon and the clerk was talking with another customer about things that other readers have accidentally left behind in their books. I joked that they should have an "Is This Yours?" display case of such items, but she said that they keep them in a safe area because some of them were so weird. She didn't elaborate and I didn't ask. The crappier library has a selection of photos by the front check out desk, as photos are a common bookmark. The only thing I can recall finding in my books is a selection of well taken photos by a Chinese family. Of course, long after I sign offline, I will recall much, much cooler things. The less cooler things I have found tend to be reciepts. I always read them in case someone bought something cool like cucucumbers and vaseline. No luck. |
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On Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:41:58 -0000, Peachy Mc**** wrote:
snippin' da Funk One summer evening when I was sixteen or so, in a funk of lonely boredom in my bedroom, I opened a big old dusty, neglected book that my parents had given me for Christmas some years before. The book was an illustrated history of aerial combat during WWII. "AIR WAR!" it was called, or something like that. It was the sort of book that nobody in my family (or indeed, in my circle of friends) would ever have a reason or desire to open. I was pleasantly surprised, upon opening this book, that SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS dropped into my lap, along with a flattened-out joint (which proved to be harsh but rather effective). Seveny five bucks was a lot of cash for a kid of my background, back in the late Seventies. I guessed that I'd secreted this stash in there some months or years before, and although I took the joint for granted, of course, and immediately, I never really figured out where the SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS came from, though I know it must have been profit from some kind of deal that... I *wondered* where that book went -- your dad said I'd get that back when school ended. What did he do with the windowpane acid? -- Chris McG. Harming humanity since 1951. "Well now you're just getting SILLY." -- Darla -- Posted via a free Usenet account from http://www.teranews.com |
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