The old stamping ground: trading stamp tales

September 2024

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The old stamping ground: trading stamp tales

by Donald-Brian Johnson

The Brady boys wanted a rowboat.
The Brady girls wanted a sewing machine.
And, in true Brady Bunch fashion, it wasn’t long before the whole family—even Tiger the dog—got in on the action. The Bradys had 94 books of “Checker Trading Stamps,” and those stamps had to be redeemed before the local redemption center closed its doors.

So who won? Well, you’ll have to wait until the end of this episode. . .er, article. . .to find out.

By 1970, when the Bradys were facing their dilemma, trading stamps were nearing the end of their shelf life. But, like the Bradys, trading stamps live on in pop culture (Especially in the minds of those who spent hours sponging—or, worse yet, licking—the stamps, then pasting them into savings books).

Ever since their 1891 debut at Schuster’s Department Store in Milwaukee, trading stamps traded on the Ebenezer Scrooge in all of us. For every 10 cents spent, you received a stamp, and 1,200 stamps filled a book. With enough books, the sky was the limit: you got something for nothing! In 1956, a “Big Boy Barbecue Grill” took just 7-1/2 books of S & H Green Stamps; 1961’s “Westinghouse Portable Roaster Oven” was just 11-3/5 Gold Bond books. A 24-inch “Boys’ Huffy Bicycle” set you back 15 Top Value books in 1972. In 1955, Gold Bell offered animal lovers a “Thoroughbred Live Cocker Spaniel Puppy” for 20 books. And for super-savers, if you amassed 1,000 Top Value books, a “1962 Ford Galaxie 500 Club Victoria with Fordomatic Transmission” would soon pull into your driveway!

In 1896, trading stamps really came into their own, when Thomas A. Sperry (who had the idea), and Shelly B. Hutchinson (who had the cash), teamed up to form the S & H Co. Stores bought S & H Green Stamps, then distributed them to customers with each purchase. Customers brought filled books to “premium parlors” and claimed their prizes. With S & H eventually joined by such regional competitors as Gold Bond and Top Value, trading stamp firms comfortably puttered along toward mid-century. Then, just after World War II, “puttered along” transformed into “zooming forward.”

 

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“Women learned long ago that with S & H Green Stamps, you get what you want when you want it.” S & H magazine ad, 1960.

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“S & H Green Stamps bring you Distinguished Merchandise from Distinguished Makers.” Ideabook cover, 1961. (Image courtesy of the author)

Buoyed by a booming economy, all sorts of stores gave their stamp of approval to trading stamps. Supermarkets. Gas stations. Drug stores, dry cleaners, feed mills, movie theatres, and even the occasional mortuary. By 1957, nearly 250,000 retailers were stamp outlets, and customers stampeded into 1,600 redemption centers. By 1964, S & H was redeeming more than one billion stamps each week. The company trumpeted that it printed more stamps annually than the U.S. government.

Some non-participating retailers labeled stamp-giving a scam. Sure, the customer got stamps—but didn’t that result in higher prices? Court cases were filed, and in most instances the plaintiffs lost. Then, in the early ‘70s, just about the time the Bradys were dithering over a rowboat or a sewing machine, trading stamps took a real licking. The growing popularity of discount stores, such as Target and Kmart, meant that paying more at non-discount retailers just to earn stamps was no longer appealing. Grocery stores dropped prices, then dropped stamps; 1973’s energy crisis stamped out any hope of a trading stamp rejuvenation. Along with free maps and friendly full service, gas stations eliminated trading stamps. Who needed them? It was an incentive-free seller’s market. The result: S & H lost a quarter of its business.

Nowadays, most retailers have their own customer loyalty programs. The last S & H grocery outlet, a Tennessee Piggly Wiggly, stamped out its program in 2003. Today, the best place to find trading stamp ephemera is online or at garage sales; most of it goes for less than $20. For a very particular breed of stamp collectors, that’s where a catalog of memories lives on.

(Oh, about the Bradys: the Bunch compromised, redeeming those 94 books for a groovy color TV!)

Donald-Brian Johnson is the co-author of numerous Schiffer books on design and collectibles, including “Postwar Pop,” a collection of his columns. Please address inquiries to: donaldbrian@msn.com

All buttoned up – Examining a fashion staple

August 2024

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All buttoned up – Examining a fashion staple

by Donald-Brian Johnson

OK, gang. Today’s topic: buttons!

Not push buttons. Not campaign buttons. Not even Bachelor Buttons.

Nope. We’re talking honest-to-goodness button buttons. The kind without which your shirt would be flapping open and your overcoat blowing in the wind.
Those kind of buttons have been with us since ancient times. Buttons have been dug up on archeological expeditions in Egypt and Greece. Sculptures and coins dating back to the eighth century depict personages tidily buttoned up at neck and sleeve. Paintings from the Renaissance onward show their subjects in garments fashionably festooned with buttons.

Once a button served its utilitarian purpose, it was artistry’s turn. Over the centuries, a parade of possibilities has captivated button-makers and button-wearers. Among the many media employed in button creation: silver, steel, copper, brass, pewter, ivory, horn, wood, porcelain, china, ceramic, glass, carved pearl, shell, cloth, leather, and such 20th-century latecomers as celluloid, Bakelite, plastic, Lucite, and rubber. Some buttons were studded with, or formed from, real or rhinestone gems. Others featured enameled designs or reverse paintings. Sometimes the button illustrations were embroidered or done on paper, ivory, or silk, then captured under glass. Until the dawn of the Industrial Age, buttons were hand-made, fragile, and costly.

In the 1700s, buttons were a man’s game. Anything that could be buttoned was. There were decorative buttons of all sizes on waistcoats, cloaks, sleeves, and pockets. By the mid-1800s, though, men’s clothing had become less flamboyant, and ladies ruled button fashion. Thanks to mass manufacturing, extravagantly-styled buttons came within reach of almost every pocketbook.

Particularly popular were “picture” buttons, many of stamped metal, celebrating a variety of subjects. Among them: children, animals, birds, insects, angels, flowers, sporting activities, and characters from favorite stories and fables.

Fashion trends of the time were often dictated by the doings of the famous. After Queen Victoria’s husband died in 1861, her entire wardrobe, including buttons, was transformed overnight to unrelieved black. Victorian fashionistas quickly embraced that idea, and “Jet” buttons, originally fabricated from fossilized driftwood, but later from less expensive black glass, became the rage.

With the 20th century introduction of plastics, buttons could be created in almost any shape, and were. Why settle for a button with just a painting of a horse on it? If you loved horses, the winning ticket was a button which recreated a horse in full gallop.

For the beginning “button-eer,” the question is: where to start? For some collectors, the passion begins with a search for buttons just like the ones that populated Grandma’s sewing basket. For others, it’s a theme. You like dogs, and you like buttons. What you’re on the hunt for is an easy choice. Some folks are into the material used: if you adore Bakelite, but your jewelry box is already stuffed with Bakelite bracelets, the next step might be Bakelite buttons.

 

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A button featuring an enamel engraved swallow, encircled by a faceted steel border. Late 19th century. (Image courtesy of Mitzi Lovell, Lisa Schulz, and Shareen Martin. Photo Associate: Hank Kuhlmann)

A favorite button subset: uniform buttons. Full regiments of military buttons exist, but many other occupations also boast specific uniform buttons. Railroad conductors, airline pilots, ship captains, and those serving in police and fire departments, are just a few whose uniform buttons proclaim their chosen professions. Boy Scouts, Masons, Odd Fellows, and a multitude of other social groups and societies also boasted uniform buttons heralding their heritage.

One of the nicest things about button collecting? It’s affordable. Buttons generally start at about a quarter apiece. Of course, the prices go up from there, based on a button’s age, material, subject, and rarity. Buttons from the 1700s and earlier, for instance, are extremely hard to locate, and prices can trot up into the thousands. Fortunately, mass production means that many beautiful buttons, from as far back as the 19th century, remain relatively inexpensive today. Even those “Jet” black glass buttons, favored by fans of Queen Victoria, are still a buy, since so many were produced.

“Buttons, buttons, who’s got the buttons?’

Button collectors, that’s who. And they couldn’t be happier.

Information on button clubs and their activities can be accessed at the National Button Society website: www.nationalbuttonsociety.org. The group’s annual convention is set for August 8-10, 2024, in Appleton, WI.

Donald-Brian Johnson is the co-author of numerous Schiffer books on design and collectibles, including “Postwar Pop,” a collection of his columns. Please address inquiries to: donaldbrian@msn.com

All’s fair: Remembering the 1904 St. Louis World’s Fair

July 2024

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All’s fair: Remembering the 1904 St. Louis World’s Fair

by Donald-Brian Johnson

“Meet me in St. Louis, Louis — Meet me at the Fair!” – Mills & Sterling, 1904

That turn-of-the-20th-century ditty is irresistible. As irresistible as the St. Louis World’s Fair itself was, for thousands of wide-eyed fairgoers in 1904. As irresistible as Judy Garland found the Fair in the 1944 movie classic, Meet Me In St. Louis. And, as irresistible as the appeal that fair memorabilia continues to hold, 120 years on.

Sure, there have been United States-based World’s Fairs both before and after. But the St. Louis World’s Fair displayed myriad modern wonders just as a new century began, offering up an unforgettable slice of Americana.

Officially known as the “Louisiana Purchase Exposition,” the fair was originally scheduled to open in 1903, commemorating the 100th anniversary of the U.S. acquisition (from France) of that vast expanse of land. However, funding, land acquisition, and disagreements delayed the fair’s actual opening until April 30, 1904.

When opening day finally arrived, the St. Louis World’s Fair proved worth the wait. From Washington, D.C., President Theodore Roosevelt telegraphed a signal that it was time for the fair. As the throngs poured in, flags waved, fountains cascaded, and John Philip Sousa’s band struck up a rousing musical welcome.

The fair dwarfed its predecessors, taking up 1,275 acres. The four expositions that came before it, even when combined, took up just over 1,300 acres. In the “Palace of Varied Industries,” attendees could view the works of every type of craftsman, from glassmakers to sculptors to silversmiths. The “Palace of Transportation” gave the crowd plenty to gawk at, including the latest mode of transportation—the automobile. For those wondering what the Liberty Bell really looked like, there it was, on view in the Pennsylvania State Building. Also at the Fair: the log cabin where Abraham Lincoln spent his childhood. . . the “Observation Wheel” (better known as the “Ferris Wheel”), which had taken its first spin at the Chicago Fair of 1893. . .and the 122-foot-wide “Great Floral Clock.”

The thrills continued unabated as fairgoers breathlessly strolled the “Pike” (1904’s equivalent of today’s “Midway”). Rides included “Shoot The Chutes” (for those who didn’t mind getting sopped in the pool at is base), but the Pike’s primary draws were its not-to-be-seen-anywhere-else attractions. Among them:
• “From New York to the North Pole,” a simulated sea voyage to the Arctic, complete with sub-zero temps and “warming beverages.”
• “Hale’s Great Fire Exhibition.” The destruction of a tall tenement house was re-enacted, complete with thrilling rescues.
• The “Baby Incubator,” occupied not by baby chickens but by human babies (attended, fortunately, by actual nurses).
• The “Hereafter,” a lurid tour through the afterlife, headlined by an encounter with “his Satanic Majesty,” followed by a welcome escape to “the Gates of Paradise.”
• The “Streets of Cairo,” where exotic dancer “Little Egypt” held sway (literally).

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Souvenir Postcard

Souvenir postcard from the “Corner Palace of Varied Industries” at the St. Louis World’s Fair.
$10-15. (Image courtesy of DBJ/HCK Pix)

 

 

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Engraved cranberry and crystal “flash glass”

Engraved cranberry and crystal “flash glass” was a fair favorite. Pitcher, 5” h., $50-75. (Pitcher courtesy of Jan McKelvie. Photo by DBJ/HCK Pix)

 

 

For the by-now-famished, there were also plenty of new taste treats to experience: hot dogs, iced tea, peanut butter, cotton candy, Puffed Wheat, Dr. Pepper, and the ice cream cone.

For today’s collectors, souvenirs of the St. Louis World’s Fair are a never-ending treasure trove. There are paper goods, including postcards, sheet music and posters. Hard goods proliferated, too, such as china sets with illustrations of Fair landmarks. Inscribed ruby/crystal “flash glass” items were a signature Fair souvenir, offering the look of luxury at bargain prices. Among the multitude of other Fair memorabilia: clocks, spoons, pin boxes, steins, paperweights, dresser boxes, hand-painted shells, pipes, hand mirrors, trays, letter openers, and stereopticon viewers, complete with fair-themed photo cards.

Why does the St. Louis World’s Fair continue to intrigue us? Well, in the word of one dazzled fair visitor, as quoted in the event’s daily Bulletin, “a week at the Exposition is better than a year’s travel around the world!” Or, as that unforgettable Mills and Sterling song put it, “don’t tell me the lights are shining, anyplace but there!”

 

Donald-Brian Johnson is the co-author of numerous Schiffer books on design and collectibles, including “Postwar Pop,” a collection of his columns. Please address inquiries to: donaldbrian@msn.com

Say it with music: Collecting Broadway musical cast albums

June 2024

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Say it with music: Collecting Broadway musical cast albums

by Donald-Brian Johnson

“People Will Say We’re In Love”. . . “76 Trombones”. . . “Tomorrow”. . .
“The Impossible Dream”. . . “I Could Have Danced All Night”. . .

You may never have seen a Broadway musical in your life. You may have a tin ear. A voice like a frog. But, there’s no denying it: you know these songs. You know them because, for decades, showstoppers like these were what popular music was all about.
Nowadays, we call them “the standards.” They were popularized by big bands, belted out on the radio, and given the Hollywood treatment. For entertainers, Broadway was an inexhaustible gold mine. Performers gave their unique “takes” on show tunes, and we happily listened to the results. On records.

Until CDs and other digital storage media made them passé, records ruled. If you wanted to hear the latest hit song, there was no downloading. You bought the record, and switched on the hi-fi. And, if you wanted to hear the latest Broadway hit song, “just as performed on the New York stage,” you bought the “original cast album.”

The earliest cast albums were recorded in England (1928’s Show Boat was one of the first). Until the introduction of the LP (“long play”) record in 1948, recording a show was an unwieldy process. A 78-rpm disc held approximately 4-1/2 minutes of music per side. Recording a show’s entire score required many more 78s than could be packaged in a set. Less notable songs went unrecorded (or unreleased). And, while leading performers were usually called upon to repeat their stage successes, the chorus and orchestra were often studio musicians.

In 1943, Decca released the first recording that could truly be billed as featuring the “original Broadway cast”: Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Oklahoma! The leads were the Broadway originals — but so were the chorus, the orchestra, and even the conductor. Issued as a set of 78s, Oklahoma! sold over one million copies.

The debut of the LP, with a playing time of 40-50 minutes, meant that more of a show’s score could be preserved, in approximately correct running order — all on one disc. There were the hits, such as West Side Story, South Pacific, and My Fair Lady; the semi-hits, such as 1960’s Wildcat, (its main selling point: TV’s “Lucy,” Lucille Ball, croaking her way through “Hey, Look Me Over”); and lots and lots of no-hits-at-all, such as a musicalization of Gone With The Wind, complete with an onstage burning of Atlanta.

Scores of movie musicals were also recorded, but there’s an important distinction. A movie recording is a soundtrack, its selections taken from pre-recorded tracks. “Original cast” albums refer to recordings made of a stage presentation. An “original Broadway cast album” means that the show played on the Great White Way, with substantially the same personnel. A “studio cast” recording indicates performers have simply been contracted for the recording session.

 

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South Pacific album cover

The Rodgers and Hammerstein hit South Pacific, in an elaborately packaged reissue of the 1949 original Broadway cast album. Columbia. (Image courtesy of the author.)

 

 

When the CD made its appearance in the 1980s, musical fans were overjoyed. Approximately 80 minutes of a show’s score, (even more on double-disc sets), could now be immortalized. Dialogue intros, instrumental breaks, and even “cut” numbers created a comprehensive theatrical experience. There were also re-issues of shows originally released on 78s, (with missing numbers restored), plus re-issues of older, lesser-known productions, previously available only on hard-to-find, pricey, LPs.

Thanks to today’s proliferation of digital music sources, prices of original cast LPs have dropped drastically. Even the rarest rarely top $100, and most can be acquired for considerably less than $20 on eBay; new musical CDs average $15-20.

For the adventurous album collector, however, the most fun to be had is at garage sales, where beckoning record stacks await. Sooner or later, you’re bound to happen upon a forgotten “find” lurking amongst all those Sound of Music albums. And if it’s that short-lived debacle Dracula: The Musical, be sure and let me know. I’ve been looking for that one for years!

 

Donald-Brian Johnson is the co-author of numerous Schiffer books on design and collectibles, including “Postwar Pop,” a collection of his columns. Please address inquiries to: donaldbrian@msn.com

Five of a kind: The Dionne Quintuplets

May 2024

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Five of a kind: The Dionne Quintuplets

by Donald-Brian Johnson

In the 1930s, Shirley Temple was America’s sweetheart.
Ah, but there was only one Shirley. There were five Dionnes.

Ninety years ago, on May 28, 1934, the Dionne sisters, the first—and so far, only—set of identical quintuplets, were born in Canada. In this day of advanced fertility treatments, multiple births are nothing to get goggle-eyed over. In the 1930s, the odds were one in 57 million. The “five most adorable little girls in the world” made headlines.

Cécile, Marie, Yvonne, Emilie, and Annette Dionne first saw light in a ramshackle farmhouse near Corbeil, Ontario. Their mother, Elzire, had already given birth to six children. She was just 25. Their father, Oliva, with whom the quints had a turbulent relationship, was… well, as he remarked in an early news report, “I’m the kind of fellow they should put in jail.”

The initial survival of the Dionnes was credited to “the country doctor” who delivered them, Dr. Allan Dafoe. The quints weighed in at just 10 pounds, 1-1/4 ounces—total. Dafoe was so uncertain of their fate that he baptized them before the arrival of the parish priest.
Oliva Dionne quickly explored his options. Within three days of their arrival, he’d agreed to exhibit his daughters at the Chicago World’s Fair for $250 a week (plus 23 percent of ticket receipts, if all five lived.)

At that point, the government of Canada stepped in. A court order prohibited Papa Dionne from exposing his daughters to “certain death in some vaudeville show,” and appointed guardians. With their parents sidelined, the Dionnes were on their way to worldwide celebrity.

The “Dafoe Hospital” was built near the family farmhouse. There, the sisters took up residence in a communal crib. As the girls grew, they were photographed constantly, in staged replications of their daily lives: toasting with glasses of milk on their birthday; peering through heart-shaped cutouts on Valentine’s Day: pulling the beard of Dr. “Santa” Dafoe on Christmas. Hollywood came calling, and the quints starred in three films loosely based on their lives, beginning with The Country Doctor in 1936.

And there were the visitors. Each summer brought more than 100,000 guests to “Quintland.” Upon arrival, the curious could view the quints at morning and afternoon “showings” through one-way, soundproof glass. Meanwhile, outside his farmhouse Papa Dionne ran a souvenir stand, complete with personally autographed “fertility stones.”

Dionne souvenirs were big business. If you couldn’t afford a trip to Canada, you could at least buy a Dionne hankie, douse yourself with Dionne perfume, wash up with Dionne soaps, or sing along to “Fifty Chubby Tiny Toes—The Quintuplets’ Lullaby.” There were Dionne picture books, Dionne spoons, paper dolls, fans, calendars, games, and dolls. Lots of dolls. The most famous of these, designed by Madame Alexander, jumpstarted her dollmaking career. Advertising endorsements ranged from Karo Syrup to Palmolive Soap. Since so many Dionne collectibles were produced, they remain remarkably affordable. Most sell for well under $50, except for those Madame Alexander dolls, still a pricey $300-plus/set.

 

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The Dionne Quintuplets

Picture books featuring the Dionne Quintuplets were issued at least annually. This one covers “their first two years.” Dionne memorabilia courtesy of Joyce Cramer. (Image courtesy of the author and photography associate Hank Kuhlmann)

 

 

Shortly before their 10th birthday, the quints were reunited with the rest of the family. Papa Dionne built a $75,000 mansion, with funds from the girls’ varied endorsements. The reunion was not a happy one. By the time the Dionne Quintuplets turned 20, their “novelty” appeal had largely faded. Following Emilie’s death in 1954 from an unattended epileptic seizure, the sisters became estranged from their parents. Today, only Annette and Cécile survive, and rarely emerge from self-imposed seclusion.

In a 1964 McCall’s article, the sisters wrote, “quintuplets seem to bring out the best and the worst in people.” The Dionnes lived through the worst. The best? The image of youthful joy they conveyed, which cheered a Depression-weary age. As one devotee put it, “the world never ceases to marvel at the phenomenon, and affectionately admire the charming reality of the five most winsome members of its teeming population.” 

Donald-Brian Johnson is the co-author of numerous Schiffer books on design and collectibles, including “Postwar Pop,” a collection of his columns. Please address inquiries to: donaldbrian@msn.com