To call Lewis Mumford an architecture critic would do him a disservice. He was indeed an outspoken voice on New York’s changing skyline, informed by a keen understanding of history and aesthetics, but his criticisms were also those of a philosopher, a political commentator, a city planner, and an authority on matters concerning art, literature, society and culture.

The June 20, 1931 issue marks the entrance of Mumford (1895-1990) to our New Yorker story, and just in time to offer his perspectives on the Rockefeller Center project, which was about to commence.

The proposed project — then referred to as “Radio City” — received negative reviews from a number of critics, although the most pointed came from Mumford, who disliked “mega” building projects such as Rockefeller’s, labeling it as “weakly conceived, reckless, romantic chaos.”

Mumford’s Emersonian temperament favored simplicity, self-sufficiency and community; he believed skyscrapers and other “megamachines” were dehumanizing and even dishonest. In this next excerpt he poses a question about the so-called pragmatic “money men” behind the project: “Are the practical men practical?” We read on…


Mumford concluded that the opportunity to create a restful respite from the clamor of the city had been lost on the project, which just promised more “razzle-dazzle” and “incongruous jangle,” an interesting observation given that other New Yorker writers were generally dazzled by the skyscrapers and other gigantic projects that were rapidly erasing the old city.
True to his beliefs, Mumford lived a simple life in an old country house in Amenia, New York, a small town in the northern reaches of the Hudson Valley region.

Historian Daniel Okrent, author of Great Fortune, The Epic of Rockefeller Center, notes that Mumford was eventually won over by Rockefeller Center in the end, calling it “a serene eyeful” and “the most exciting mass of buildings in the city.” I have to agree.

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Summertime Reads
A quick glance at the new books listed at the end of the New Yorker’s book review column shows us a nice variety of summertime diversions, including a book about Josef Stalin written before his Great Purge that murdered a million of his own citizens…then there was the memoir Blood on the Moon written by Jim Tully, “America’s most famous hobo author”…the book Life Among the Lowbrows by Eleanor Rowland Wembridge also caught my eye…I believe I’m almost set for the summer…

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…William Steig was hitting his stride as one of the newer cartoon contributors to the New Yorker…
…with two of his entries featured in the June 20 issue…Steig would live 95 years and be productive throughout his life…nearly 60 years after these cartoons appeared in the New Yorker he would publish the children’s book Shrek!, the basis for the popular movie series…
…earlier in his career, Steig would also find fame for his series of Small Fry cartoons featuring children in adult situations, anticipating Charles Schulz’s Peanuts…this next cartoon, however, is not by Steig but by Alan Dunn, perhaps anticipating Steig…
…Gardner Rea continued to explore the foibles of the well-heeled…
…John Held Jr amused us with another of his rustic “woodcuts”…
…Garrett Price shot the rapids with a hapless suitor…
…here is one the six cartoons Crawford Young contributed to the New Yorker in 1931-32, capturing a moment in which the chicken-egg question is largely moot…
…and another look into the leisure classes courtesy Barbara Shermund…
…and we close the June 20 issue with James Thurber, who showed us a fellow who probably regretted his evening out…
…Thurber also brings into the next issue, June 27…

…in which he recounted his adventures in bird-watching and the mating habits of crows…
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A Falling (Lone) Star
In her “Letter From Paris,” Janet Flanner reported that the allure of the “Queen of the Nightclubs,” Texas Guinan, did not extend to French shores, where among other things she ran afoul of labor laws that dissuaded non-citizens from working in France.

Upon her return to the States, Guinan took advantage of her well-publicized dismissal from France and launched the satirical revue Too Hot for Paris. This traveling show would also mark the beginning of the end for Guinan, who would contract amoebic dysentery during a run of the show at the Chicago World’s Fair. It would claim her life on Nov. 5, 1933, at age 49.
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They Put the Ping Into Pong
“They” being the Parker Brothers, who took umbrage at anyone who questioned their sole right to market genuine “Ping-Pong” balls. “The Talk of the Town” explained:
The “Talk” item ended with a little surprise about Mr. George Parker himself:

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…on to our cartoons, and another terrific illustration from Barbara Shermund…
…and we have Otto Soglow’s Little King, who temporarily lost his crown…
…and another from Soglow, at the men’s store…
…Carl Rose gave us a chap contemplating the burdens of a Guggenheim “genius” grant…
…Peter Arno revealed that his Major had two left feet…
…and in anticipation of the Fourth of July, we end as we began, with Gardner Rea…
Next Time: Firecracker Lane…
That fella with the newspaper on the Rea cover sure looks like Dick Tracy villain B-B Eyes (but predates him by over a decade). https://www.dicktracymuseum.com/bb-eyes
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It’s possible that Chester Gould was a New Yorker reader. Or knew Gardner Rea’s work.
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