THE MAN
WHO SAVED THE COMICS
Bill
Blackbeard Checks Out at 84
Bill
Blackbeard, without question or quibble, is the only absolutely indispensable
figure in the history of comics scholarship for the last quarter century—and
will undoubtedly retain the title for well into this century and beyond. On
March 10, only a few weeks shy of his 85th birthday, Blackbeard died
in California at Country Villa Watsonville East Nursing Home where he had been
living for some time. But long before he died, Blackbeard knew he would live on
in scores of books that reprint American newspaper comic strips, all compiled
from his monumental collection.
As
reporter Kevin Parks said several years ago at thisweeknews.com: “He saved the
American comic strip—all of them.”
Most
of them, until 1998, were stored at the San Francisco Academy of Comic Art
(SFACA) in the garage and basement of a sprawling Spanish style stucco house at
2850 Ulloa Street a few blocks from the ocean in the Sunset District, a quiet
residential neighborhood of the city. Stacks of old newspapers, some in Pizza
Hut boxes (because the size was convenient), created a grotto of newsprint,
threaded with narrow aisles, canyon walls of pulp, dimly lighted (and lighted
only when necessary), throughout the otherwise spacious cavern. But the
collection filled every room in the rest of the house, too—comic books, graphic
novels, magazines, Victorian cartoon-illustrated fiction, British boys’ papers,
“penny dreadfuls” and pulps, books, story papers, dime novels, fanzines,
underground comix, prints, drawings, bound volumes of newspapers, newspaper
tear sheets, and clippings. The books were often in bookcases especially built with
the space between shelves precisely the spine height of quarto-sized books, the
most widely published size in the twenties and thirties, the years Blackbeard
was exploring for his vintage mystery book collection.
Blackbeard
and his wife Barbara and a haphazard cadre of comic strip enthusiasts who
volunteered at the Academy, spent years meticulously clipping comic strips from
the old newspapers, arranging them in chronological runs of each strip title,
and storing them in filing cabinets (which were often fruit crates turned
sideways to make shelving). By the 1990s, Blackbeard estimated that they had
clipped and organized 350,000 Sunday strips and 2.5 million dailies. Long
before then, Blackbeard began raiding the trove to produce the content for over
200 books, some of which he wrote or edited, including the Smithsonian
Collection of Newspaper Comics (1977), The Comic Strip Century (two
slipcased volumes, 1995), Richard Outcault’s Yellow Kid (1995) Eclipse’s
and Fantagraphics’ Krazy Kat series, and NBM’s 12-volume Terry and the
Pirates (1984-87) and its18-volume Wash Tubbs and Captain Easy (1987-92).
Among
the first of these milestone tomes was a series of volumes from Hyperion
Press—the Hyperion Library of Classic American Comic Strips. All at once, in
1977, the Hyperion canon exploded over the collector landscape like a roman
candle, a shower of books, nearly two dozen titles, each one reprinting vintage
newspaper strips from their earliest years—Bud Fisher’s Mutt and Jeff before there was a Jeff, Clifford McBride’s Napoleon, Frank Godwin’s Connie,
Percy Crosby’s Skippy, George McManus’s Bringing Up Father (Jiggs
and Maggie), Billy DeBeck’s Barney Google and more, each an exemplar of
comic strip artistry at its finest or a benchmark in the history of the medium.
This
cascade of treasure was the earliest by-product of the Blackbeard obsession, an
obsession formed when he was still a child.
William
Elsworth Blackbeard was born April 28, 1926, in rural community northwest of
Indianapolis, Lawrence, Indiana, where his grandfather operated a service
station and his father was an electrician, and his mother kept the books for
her husband’s business. The family moved to Newport Beach, California when the
boy was eight or nine. A few years later, he made his life-altering discovery.
On
a walk through the neighborhood one day, 12-year-old Bill found an open garage
door and, prompted by youthful curiosity, he went inside. And there, as
reported Parks, he saw stacks of newspapers, floor to ceiling, along all three
walls. Attracted at once to the colorful folds of the Sunday comics sections
that protruded visually along the wall of otherwise drably gray newspapers,
Bill began pulling some of the papers down to get at the Sunday funnies. Some
dated from 1923.
“I
was absolutely excited at this stuff,” Blackbeard told Parks, who noted that
“his voice still brimmed with wonderment.”
When
the owner of the garage came home while Bill was still there and indicated that
he wanted to rid himself of all those heaps of newspapers, “that was all
Blackbeard needed to know.” He hauled them off and started his collection of
comic strips.
And
he quickly learned that, in those days before recycling, many people had stacks
of newspapers in their basements or garages, and Blackbeard helped himself. In
a 2007 interview with Jenny Robb, now curator of the Billy Ireland Cartoon
Library & Museum at Ohio State University, Blackbeard reminisced: “Once I
discovered this, I had no other interest in life than finding these caches of
newspapers.” Said Robb: “He mined the piles he located for their comic pages,
which he eagerly read and began to keep in stacks. He later recalled, ‘I wasn’t
old enough then to have a good librarian’s sense of order. I just sort of
thought they were all wonderful, and I kept the stacks going.’”
He
was captivated by the newspaper funnies, enthralled. Comic books held absolutely
no appeal.
“Newspaper
strips then were just knocking me out,” he told me when I interviewed him in
the fall of 1995. “The original comic books were coming out about then. And it
seemed to me at the time—because I was so deeply into newspaper strips, and of
course I was seeing it all from a critical point of view—that comic books were
second- and third-rate stuff that couldn’t make it in the newspapers. The guys
who produced it, I thought, were probably teenagers, guys not too much older
than I was. And that was true. Their stuff was being bought just to fill pages
in these magazines.
“Far
from being overwhelmed when Action came out with Superman,” he
continued, “I thought it was meretricious drek. I liked the art. I’d been
following Slam Bradley in Detective Comics. And I liked the art and the
storyline; I thought that was fine. But the Superman content did nothing for me
because I immediately saw what many other people saw: there’s no story here. If
he can do anything he wants to, who cares? Why bother? But the art did appeal,
and I looked at it occasionally. It was nicely drawn.
“Then
the whole superhero thing came in, and I recall thinking in the early forties
that certain things—like Submariner and the Human Torch—I thought those were
psychotic, the work of a lunatic. And of course Mickey Spillane was scripting,
so I wasn’t that far off. I couldn’t understand how anyone would want to
immerse themselves in such stuff. I was definitely not a sympathetic reader of
the early comic books. I had dismissed them growing up. It wasn’t until the
comic book craze of the sixties came in that I thought, My god—people think
this is classic! Couldn’t believe it.”
But
he made himself a believer with a short psychoanalysis of comic book readers in
the days of his youth: “What you had was a lot of devotees in the grip of a
fantasy. They could jump away from all this, leap over, conquer people at will.
In many cases, the fantasy was all they had access to. I think a lot of these
early readers—they had, obviously, a fine imagination, fine intelligence—I
think they read into the superhero stuff more than was there. They elaborated
and built it up in fantasy and wonder, and their imaginations went far beyond
the actual on-the-page material. That seems to have been the case.”
We
were in the comics crypt downstairs, and about this time, the cockatoo upstairs
emitted one of its ear-piercing shrieks that periodically punctuated our
conversation. The cockatoo lived in a cage that occupied the entire livingroom.
It was the first thing I’d seen as Blackbeard ushered me into the place. But
its scream could be heard throughout the house and the vault below.
AFTER
GRADUATING from high school in 1944, Blackbeard joined the army and served in
Europe during World War II, following which, he enrolled in Fullerton College,
where he pursued an interest in history and literature. He left college when
his GI Bill benefits ran out and became a freelance writer, authoring stories
for pulps and nonfiction for other magazines.
In
the middle 1960s, Blackbeard hatched an idea: he wanted to write a formal
history of the American comic strip. He'd grown up on Floyd Gottfredson's Mickey-Mouse and E.C. Segar's Popeye (i.e., Thimble Theatre)— “so I had
been exposed to the best," he said. And now he wanted to immortalize the
immortals. He pitched the idea to Oxford University Press, and his project was
approved. Then he was stymied at the very outset by the absence of available
primary resource material.
He
felt that in order to write with authority about the origins, innovations,
trends, and social significance in the history of comic strips, he needed
access to complete, uninterrupted runs of individual strips. “Runs of some
strips would not suffice,” Robb wrote: “Blackbeard aspired to acquire every
strip ever published.” And even that, she finished, “was not satisfactory.”
Comic strips reflected popular culture, and so a thorough understanding of the
history of the medium required seeing it in the context of “all narrative and
graphic art created for mass consumption.”
"Nobody
had anything," Blackbeard exclaimed. No syndicate retained anything like
complete files of its comic strips. No library shelved comic strips by
themselves in any readily retrievable form. The only resource lay in the bound
volumes of newspapers that could be found in the libraries of each paper's
hometown.
The
task seemed daunting in the extreme. Blackbeard would have to thumb through
each volume, each issue, page by page, until he found the comics section; then
read all the strips. Then go on to the next issue of the paper. And since no
single newspaper carried all the comic strips in circulation at any one time,
he would have to repeat this process again and again, in one library after
another, in one city after another. Daunting in the extreme, like I said.
Then—another
discovery.
"The
Library of Congress had six acres of Naval warehouses in Alexandria,
Virginia," he said, "which housed bound files of every major American
big city newspaper going back into the nineteenth century. An incredible
collection. And everything in it was absolutely mint."
Then
a revelation: just as Blackbeard was about to get into these files, he found
out that the Library of Congress was in the midst of a vast project to replace
its bound volumes of newspapers with microfilm. Not only would microfilm take
less space, but it would, so the reasoning ran, save the historical record: in
the belief that newsprint paper deteriorates, the Library wanted to film all
papers before they simply disintegrated.
"The
fantasy that newsprint deteriorates is a preposterous concept," Blackbeard
said. "They didn't consider the most obvious refutation of the
proposition, which the files of the Library of Congress would have supplied.
They paid no attention to the evidence in their own hands that these papers
were not disintegrating; they were in fine condition." And they remain so
as long as they are not exposed to light (hence the dim illumination in the
subterranean comics sepulcher).
Blackbeard
was dumbfounded by the Library’s so-called thinking. The microfilming was in
black-and-white, so all the brilliantly colored Sunday funnies would be lost
forever. Alarmed, Blackbeard approached the Library's officialdom.
"And
they said, Do you want these newspapers? You can have
them," Blackbeard laughed.
Unhappily,
many of the Library of Congress volumes had already been microfilmed and
discarded, so Blackbeard scoured the country for libraries willing to give him
their bound files as they microfilmed the newspapers into posterity and
oblivion.
"Many
libraries didn't care who I was," Blackbeard said. "Just take the
files off our hands, they said. And I would go in and physically take them and
truck them back here to San Francisco. And they thought that was wonderful
because they didn't have to hire someone to do it. So I had Ryder trucks
trundling all across the country—from Chicago, from New York, from the Library
of Congress. "
Blackbeard
selected the Hearst papers and others of the more sensational ilk because they
were graphically more interesting. And he soon accumulated a huge quantity of
old newspapers.
Because
many libraries cannot give away their holdings to private concerns, he
established in 1968 the San Francisco Academy of Comic Art as a non-profit
entity to which libraries could legally donate their old files. For more than
30 years, Blackbeard added to the SFACA holdings as opportunities presented
themselves, amassing what was eventually determined to be about 75 tons of
material, mostly comics-related but much of a general popular culture nature.
Some
of the SFACA comics inventory consists of whole newspaper Sunday funnies
sections because Blackbeard realized that many of the early sections, some
dating from the 1890s through the 1920s, were extremely rare and should be kept
intact so researchers (and other devotees) could see the Sunday comics in full,
glorious color.
From
the comics reliquary beneath 2850 Ulloa Street has come the raw material for
scores of reprint volumes over the last three decades—volumes that supply
comics scholars with vital visual data (and all of us with hours of enjoyment,
pouring over these vintage masterpieces).
Blackbeard
never applied for grants or solicited donations to fund the Academy; he
operated on a bare bones budget, he told Robb. He never took a salary, but some
portion of his living expenses were surely supported by the SFACA coffers. The
coffers were regularly replenished by fees he charged publishers and collectors
for copies of comic strips and other popular culture materials in the archive.
Blackbeard’s personal income came from stipends paid for his editorial
services—historical introductions and discussions of cultural contexts that he supplied
for many of the reprint books being published with SFACA materials.
BLACKBEARD
EDITED many of the books and wrote a few of them. His prose style is erudite
but playful, colorful and sometimes overblown (albeit always entertaining),
redolent with rhetorical flourishes and lovingly laden with literary puns and
linguistic furbelows and not a few arcane (not to say obscure) allusions. He
teased his sentences out into elongated convolutions that wound around and
eventually come upon themselves going in the opposite directions. His prose was
the work of a man who loved the written language, and reading it made the
attentive reader smile gratefully.
As
a historian, Blackbeard occasionally displayed a penchant for sweeping
generalization. Knowing his subject both broadly and intimately (but not as
minutely in some areas as in others), he sometimes made assumptions based upon
his broad knowledge in those areas where he didn’t research his subject
closely.
He
insisted that Chicago Tribune-New York Daily News Syndicate cartoonists forced
on the syndicate their seven-day continuities (with Sunday strips telling the
same story as the dailies), but the exact opposite was the actual situation.
For a cartoonist, it is easier to tell two stories—one on weekdays and the
other on Sundays—because the Sunday deadline is usually 5-6 weeks earlier than
the dailies deadline. But Tribune-News chief Joseph Patterson, who saw comic
strips as circulation builders, had another strategy.
Sunday
editions had much larger circulations than daily editions, and Patterson wanted
the Sunday strips to seduce readers of the Sunday papers into buying the daily
editions to find out what happened, thereby increasing daily circulation. To
that end, he pressured all his storytelling cartoonists to make their Sunday
strips continuations of their weekday tales.
And
in his definitive volume of Yellow Kid strips, Blackbeard belabored at great
length his conviction that “yellow journalism” acquired its jaundiced hue
because of a bike race, not Richard Outcault’s yellow nightshirted urchin. The
first use of the term “yellow journalism,” Blackbeard says, was in the fall of
1896: it appeared in an editorial criticizing the sensational coverage William
Randolph Hearst was giving in his New York Journal to “The Yellow Fellow
Transcontinental Bicycle Relay,” a publicity stunt of the sort Hearst often
drummed up. The editorial appeared before Hearst hired Outcault away from the
rival New York World—before the Yellow Kid promotional efforts described
in the next paragraph. Hence, in Blackbeard’s reasoning, “yellow journalism”
could have no connection to the Yellow Kid. It seems to me, however, that
Hearst’s use of the term “Yellow Fellow” was an obvious echo of “Yellow Kid”:
it was clearly Hearst’s way of stealing the World’s thunder by evoking
the name of the paper’s popular comic feature. While the bike race may have
contributed to the coining of the term, another explanation, the traditional
one, seems at least as pertinent.
The
Yellow Kid was such a crowd-pleaser that people bought the newspaper just to
follow his shenanigans every week. The character was so popular that Hearst
hired Outcault away from the World to draw the cartoon for his New
York Journal. But Joseph Pulitzer at the World hired another artist
to draw the Yellow Kid, and for quite some time, the circulation battle between
the two press lords had the Yellow Kid in the front lines as the most
conspicuous combatant: delivery wagons taking newspapers around the city had
posters on their flanks bearing the grinning gap-toothed visage of the Yellow
Kid, and innocent bystanders, dodging the rattling wagons, began referring to
the papers as the “Yellow Kid journals,” a denomination that was shortened
somewhat to simply “yellow journalism” when describing the sensation-mongering
reporting style of each of the papers.
But
that explanation wasn’t good enough for Blackbeard: he loved finding solutions
to mysteries and hooking up long-lost missing links of history, and the
traditional origins of the phrase “yellow journalism” doubtless seemed
altogether too pat. He also thought Harry Tuthill’s comic strip, The Bungle
Family, was a masterpiece.
But
Blackbeard could perform astonishing feats of scholarship. His introductory
texts are often fantastic flights of historical digression, but their inherent
poetry usually contained an obscure but insightful gem of information.
He
introduces the first volume of Roy Crane’s Wash Tubbs and Captain Easy reprint by observing that Walt Disney’s Mickey and Minnie Mouse were named by
the cartoonist’s wife Lillian, who, Blackbeard says, remembered reading in Good
Houskeeping magazine a 1919 Johnny Gruelle story about two rodents named
Mickey and Minnie. At the time of the Disney Mickey’s christening, reputedly in
late 1928, Lillian, who was 29 years old and had been married to Walt since
1925, was conjuring up a memory nearly ten years old. Remarkable but not
impossible. What, however, does Mickey Mouse have to do with Wash Tubbs and
Captain Easy?
At
the end of his introduction, twenty pages later, Blackbeard turns from Wash and
Easy to Floyd Gottfredson, who started drawing the Mickey Mouse comic
strip in January 1930, less than a year after Easy arrived in Wash Tubbs.
Gottfredson soon converted the strip from a solely humorous enterprise to an
adventure story, and in casting his tales, he was, Blackbeard says, inspired by
Crane’s adventure strip. The menacing Pegleg Pete, Mickey’s durable nemesis,
was Crane’s Bull Dawson all over again. And in Mickey’s buddies Horace
Horsecollar and Dippy the Dawg (who evolved into Goofy), Blackbeard sees Wash
Tubbs’ earliest cohorts (before Captain Easy arrived), March McGargle and Gozy
Gallup.
As
much poetry as fact, perhaps, but purely insightful nonetheless, a brilliant
turn if somewhat off the path you expect him to be beating in this book.
In
a subsequent volume in the Wash Tubbs series, Blackbeard takes a long
detour to Charles Dickens, who, Blackbeard says, with his illustrator Hablot
Knight Browne, can be seen as producing a prototypical comic strip. “On every
level but the elimination of narrative text and the multiplication of Browne’s
cartoon panels to accommodate the flow of Dickens’ dialogue, the activities and
end results of the collaboration of these two matchless talents might as well
have been stimulated by the production of a weekly newspaper comic strip or a
monthly comic book strip.”
Fanciful
poetry, but Blackbeard has accurately connected modern cartooning to its
predecessors in Victorian illustrated fiction.
Blackbeard’s
quirks, however, are trivial distractions and scarcely detract an iota from his
signal contribution to American culture and history: his preservation of
uncounted classic newspaper comic strips, which, without Blackbeard, would have
been lost to future generations. He saw himself as a crusader in this
enterprise, Robb wrote, “rescuing the materials from certain destruction.” But
he also “collected for his own satisfaction and pleasure, while at the same
time serving the greater good by making the materials accessible to all.”
She
continued: “Blackbeard was part of a wider movement in the second half of the
twentieth century of scholars, cartoonists, and cultural critics who attempted
to legitimize the study of popular culture in general and cartoons and comics
specifically. ... His crucial contribution was in recognizing the value of
objects that others considered so common as to be worthless, or at the very
best, inappropriate for serious efforts at preservation. ... As commercial
entertainment that was never intended to be displayed as art, newspaper comics
seem to fall into the least-valuable category, ‘inauthentic artifact’
[employing a term established by James Clifford’s Art-Culture system]. ... By
collecting and promoting comics, Blackbeard shifted comic strips on newsprint
from the status of inauthentic to authentic artifacts.”
Blackbeard
was largely instrumental in affecting a major cultural change, Robb said: “His
actions transformed comic strips into objects with legitimate cultural,
historic and sometimes even aesthetic value.”
In
January 1998, most of the holdings of the SFACA were shipped off to the OSU’s
Cartoon Library & Museum in Columbus, Ohio. Blackbeard’s landlord had
refused to renew his lease, and by then Blackbeard knew the best place for the
archive eventually would be at OSU; the landlord’s obstinacy simply hastened
the inevitable transference.
The
reason for the landlord’s recalcitrance after decades of renting to Blackbeard
is almost never alluded to in accounts of this aspect of the SFACA’s history.
My guess is that the landlord effectively evicted Blackbeard because Blackbeard
wouldn’t pay the rent. And he wouldn’t pay the rent because the landlord
wouldn’t repair a leak in the house’s roof that was letting water seep onto
precious, highly vulnerable newsprint in the bowels of the building,
effectively destroying history.
As
it happens, on the day I visited Blackbeard in the fall of 1995, insurance
adjustors came to assess the threat to the collection, and Blackbeard told me
what was afoot. He was already withholding rent, and I suspect he went on doing
so for some months thereafter, making himself a less than desirable tenant from
the landlord’s perspective; a crusader for renter’s rights from other
perspectives (mine, for instance).
In
any case, the SFACA had to vacate the premises. It took six semi-trailer trucks
to move the accumulation of a lifetime. “The sheer mass of material,” said
Robb, “made it one of the largest collections the Ohio State University
Libraries had ever acquired.”
But
it wasn’t everything in the SFACA archives. Blackbeard and his wife moved to
Santa Cruz, and Blackbeard took some of the collection with him: Segar’s Popeye, DeBeck’s Barney Google, Gottfredson’s Mickey Mouse, Tuthill’s Bungle
Family, all George Herriman’s strips and all of Milt Gross’s, and selected
runs of Dick Tracy, Little Nemo, Captain Easy Sunday pages, and a few
other somewhat more esoteric titles. From this store, he would continue to
serve the needs of publishers producing reprint books for the next dozen
years..
Meanwhile,
at the Billy Ireland Cartoon Library & Museum, the recipients of
Blackbeard’s hoard were dismayed to realize that it came without an inventory
or finding aid. With funding by the Getty Foundation for three years, the
Cartoon Library began cataloguing the collection, but as of 2009, Robb
reported, less than half of the archive had been processed.
Still,
the collection is being used, she said—“by researchers from a variety of
disciplines, including English, communications, art, American studies, popular
culture studies and history” and by the publishers of comic strip reprint
books.
Blackbeard
never did produce for Oxford University Press that definitive history of the
American comic strip that started him out on his extraordinary odyssey
“Instead,” Robb said, “he embarked on a lifelong collecting effort that has
contributed more to the scholarship in the field than any single book could
have.”
Much of
the information in the foregoing I took from my unpublished interview with
Blackbeard in September 1995, but I am indebted to Jenny E. Robb for details
found in her exhaustive article, “Bill Blackbeard: The Collector Who Rescued the
Comics” in the Journal
of American Culture, 2009, Vol. 32, No. 3. Wikipedia was a minor source as
was Kevin Parks’ article at thisweeknews.com, August 14, 2003. A somewhat
shorter version of this article was posted at the online Comics Journal, tcj.com,
on Monday, April 25, when the Journal became the first to record Blackbeard’s
passing and his life’s achievements.,
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