A Flivver Farewell

Above: Undated image (left) demonstrates the versatility of the Model T Ford. At right, E.B. White and Katharine Sergeant White take a spin in a Model T Roadster. (freep.com/whistlestoppers.com)

E.B. White often shared anachronistic views on progress, decrying everything from streamlined cars to fully-enclosed city buses that removed passengers from the open air.

May 16, 2026 cover by Leonard Dove. Note the star next to the date. On older New Yorker magazine covers, the star was a printer’s mark indicating a split run or a specific newsstand edition.

Instead, White celebrated the simplicity and mechanical quirks of earlier motor vehicles, including his beloved Ford Model T. For the May 16 issue White collaborated with journalist Richard Lee Strout on a homage to the old motorcar, “Farewell, My Lovely!” Strout’s contribution is important here, since it was he who originally submitted a manuscript to editor Harold Ross about the Model T. Either White rewrote Strout’s submission or used it as inspiration for “Farewell, My Lovely!” At any rate, that explains the blended byline, “Lee Strout White.” Here are some excerpts (spot art by Constantin Alajalov):

MIX AND MATCH…E.B. White’s famous Model T was a 1917 Roadster like the one pictured at top left. He purchased the car shortly after college and famously drove it across the country in 1922; at top right, the dash featured the ignition key and nothing else, however you could add such extras as radiator “Moto Wings” or a Ruby Safety Reflector. (volocars.com/ebay.com)
KEEPING IT HUMMING…As E.B. White noted in his opening lines, you could buy an axle as well as a number of other parts for the Model T from the Sears catalog. Clockwise, from top left: Cover of the 1936 “Golden Jubilee” catalog; replacement parts featured in the catalog included new car tops and an array of replacement parts. (archive.org/babel.hathitrust.org)

Model T owners developed all sorts of hacks to keep their Lizzies running. White wrote that “Dropping a camphor ball into the gas tank was a popular expedient; it seemed to have a tonic effect on both man and machine.” He also noted that the Ford driver “flew blind,” given that on earlier models the dashboard was bare save for an ignition key. Those cars lacked speedometers, fuel gauges, as well as gauges for engine temperature and oil pressure. “Whatever the driver learned of his motor,” White wrote, “he learned not through instruments but through sudden developments.” He concluded his piece with some thoughts on the golden days of the automobile.

SHOWOFF…The Model T’s unique transmission and gravity-fed fuel system were key to the rugged car’s many stunts. In scaling Scotland’s Ben Nevis mountain, the driver often had to go backwards up inclines to maintain fuel flow. Above is a photo of a Model T climbing the stairs of the Tennessee State Capitol in 1911. (media.lincoln.com)

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Total Recall

E.B. White also filed a lengthy “Notes and Comment” comprised entirely of brief dispatches from around the country:

CIVILIZED SHOPPING…Tea time was observed every afternoon at Kress’s department store—images above are of the store’s ladies lounge; body builder and fitness magazine publisher Benarr Macfadden (seen here with President Franklin Roosevelt circa mid-1930s) said he had no plans to run for president; bottom left, a sale was in progress at the Rolls-Royce building on East 57th. (nypl.org/public domain/mcny.org)

Here are the rest of White’s notes on the passing scene:

LIMITATION OF STATUES…At left, Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia presides over the dedication ceremonies of a Times Square statue honoring Father Francis Patrick Duffy, May 2, 1937—apparently some folks were opposed to a statue honoring the most decorated chaplain in Army history; at right, a Borden’s milkman making a delivery in New York City, 1936. (facebook.com/photo army.mil)

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Not Playing in Peoria

Jack Kirkland’s play Tobacco Road, based on the 1932 novel by Erskine Caldwell, was one of the longest-running plays in theater history, with 3,182 performances from 1933 to 1941. Although banned in major cities such as Chicago and Detroit for being sensational and immoral (and panned by critics), it nevertheless saw huge success on Broadway and with its touring company. “The Talk of the Town” checked the status of the play at the Forrest Theatre, where it had exceeded the millionth ticket mark.

WORD GETS AROUND…Folks queue up in 1937 to see Tobacco Road at Omaha’s Paramount Theater. Despite being banned in many cities, the play ran until 1941. (Wikipedia)

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At the Movies

One Rainy Afternoon was the first of a small number of films from United Artists produced by its vice-president, Mary Pickford, through her Pickford-Lasky production company. In his opening lines critic John Mosher alluded to Pickford’s popular 1934 essay, Why Not Try God? 

HONEST MISTAKE…Francis Lederer played a debonair actor who accidentally kisses young socialite Ida Lupino in a darkened theatre in One Rainy Afternoon. Hilarity and romance follow. Lederer (1899–2000) would enjoy a successful stage, film and television career while becoming wealthy as an L.A. real estate investor. Lupino (1918–1995) was an actress, director, writer, and producer, appearing in 59 films and directing eight. She is regarded as the most prominent woman filmmaker working during the Hollywood studio system of the 1950s. (Wikipedia)

Mosher also reviewed some “Good mid-May entertainment for honest idlers” and a documentary about the Dust Bowl.

MAY DIVERSIONS…Clockwise, from top left: Herbert Marshall and Gertrude Michael in Till We Meet Again; Margaret Sullavan and Henry Fonda in The Moon’s Our Home; Thomas Beck and Helen Wood in Champagne Charlie; a farmer looks to the sky in the Dust Bowl documentary The Plow That Broke the Plains. (csfd.cz,pinterest.com/imdb.com)

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…on to our cartoonists, we begin with a spot by Abe Birnbaum

…and spots from frequent contributors Richard Taylor

…and Christina Malman

…and a spot drawing on the opening pages by James Thurber

…who also contributed this cartoon to the issue…

…Thurber’s caption refers to journalist and radio broadcaster Dorothy Thompson. One of the few women radio news commentators of the 1930s, she was the first American journalist to be expelled from Nazi Germany in 1934. In 1936 Thompson launched her “On the Record” column, syndicated nationwide by the New York Herald Tribune…

Dorothy Thompson in 1937. (Wikipedia)

…we continue our cartoons with Charles Addams (apologies for the quality) floating to earth…

…which recalled another Addams cartoon from the Aug 3, 1935 issue (caption reads “My wife crocheted it.”)…

…and Addams again, this time down to earth…

Mary Petty looked in on the art world…

William Crawford Galbraith continued to explore lives and loves of sugar daddies…

Alain had folks deciphering the news crawler at Times Square…

Helen Hokinson avoided temptation at the pet shop…

…and we close with Whitney Darrow Jr, and a bedtime story that would keep the sandman at bay…

Next Time: Vast Horizons…

 

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I read and write about history from the perspective that history is not some artifact from the past but a living, breathing condition we inhabit every moment of our lives, or as William Faulkner once observed, "The past is never dead. It's not even past." I read original source materials, such as every issue of The New Yorker, not only as a way to understand a time from a particular perspective, but to also use the source as an aggregator of various historic events. I welcome comments, criticisms, corrections and insights as I stumble along through the century.

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