Leo
Edwards: An Attempted Analysis "A
Salute to Leo Edwards: The Centennial of His Birth 1884-1984"
By
Keith Cochran
It
is tempting to become eloquent, to be poetic, to laud the virtues
of a most worthy and deserving author. But to sell Leo Edwards
to the expenders of this periodical would be inconsequential.
So why not analyze the man and the books on their renowned approval
and their captivating and alluring fame!
Not
the most famous? You say that the names of Carolyn Keene, Victor
Appleton, Franklin W. Dixon and Horatio Alger are better known."
Well, then will you not accept "most popular with modern
collectors?" Is it not true that Leo Edwards' books are the
most captivating, enticing, pleasing, demanded, sought, beloved,
admired, esteemed and winning of all juvenile series?
What
can be the reason for his popularity? Is it the quality of the
story? Depth of the characters? The choice of names for characters
and places? The humor, plus the captivating mystery? The use of
Bert Salg to do the illustrating? Quite so, these are all reasons
for the popularity.
The
combination of Bert Salg and Leo Edwards was a dynamic duo. No,
that is Batman and Robin. Well then, a peach and a pair. No, that
is from a love song. Well, whatever, the combination was a winning
legacy. We, the collectors, the original buyers were the inheritors.
Bert
Salg was born in 1881 and spent his boyhood in Fayetteville, New
York near Syracuse. As a young man he worked for the L.C. Smith
typewriter company then somehow he decided to go to New York City
and work as an artist. He took samples of his artwork to publishing
companies and in 1921 went to work for Grosset and Dunlap. It
was customary for an author to send his manuscript directly to
the illustrator where the desired artwork was performed. Salg,
who was color blind to red, had is wife help him select colors
to the dust jackets. Inside illustrations were black and white.
Later Salg moved to Greenwich Village and then to Congers, New
York where he died in the spring of 1938.
Three
years after the birth of Salg, Edward Edson Lee was born on September
2, 1884 near Streator, Illinois. On August 26, 1994 Mergenthaler
patented the Linotype and on October 13th of the same year the
Prime Meridian was established at Greenwich, England; so born
between the Linotype and the Prime Meridian the future of Leo
Edwards was to grow to perfection.
A
born storyteller, Leo had many jobs until he finally settled on
what was to make him famous. Past 35 years of age, he decided
to become a full-time writer. With sixty books as his goal, he
started to write, and by the time of his death, on September 21,
1944, he had completed 39 of them. Leo died in Rockford, Illinois
and is buried in Beloit, Wisconsin
The
Hi-Lee Cottage on the shore of Lake Ripley near Cambridge, Wisconsin
is the Mecca for Edwards's collectors. The author of this article
visited his honored, venerable place on two occasions. In front
of the cottage on the shore is a large tree where Edgar Rice Burroughs
(1875-1950) of Tarzan fame posed for a picture. (See
note 1, below) The local reporter deemed it only appropriate
that he pose in the tree for a picture for the local paper. In
the yard is the place where the initiations for the Secret Order
of Humpty-Dumpty, The Rejuvenated Egg took place. This was probably
in 1925.
It
was here that a great tragedy took place. A tragedy in the way
that it deprived the then readers and the present collectors of
Leo Edwards of in irreplaceable tale. At the end of Jerry Todd's
Cuckoo Camp Leo gives a short sketch of the next book in the series,
Jerry Todd Detective. These books, mentioned at the end of the
last of the series, such as Andy Blake, Boy Builder and Tuffy
Bean's Hunting Days, are called phantom books because they were
never written. Alas! This is not the case with Jerry Todd, Detective.
This book was written. According to Gene Lee (Leo's son) a visitor
to Hi-Lee Cottage borrowed the manuscript for the evening and
left the next day without returning it. (See note
2, below) Is it possible this manuscript will appear and we
can enjoy a rare treat? Since Gene Lee will be reading this, I
would like to ask him if Leo had outlined a story at the end of
Jerry Todd, Detective. Was there a phantom book mentioned on the
last page of this manuscript? (See note 2, below)
Bert
Salg died in 1938 so is not the illustrator on all of Edwards'
books. A.D. Rahan illustrated Andy Blake in Advertising, as Grosset
and Dunlap did not publish this book. However, Salg did illustrate
all the Tuffy Bean and Trigger Berg books, and also all the Andy
Blake books published by Grosset and Dunlap. As for the Jerry
Todd books, he illustrated through Jerry Todd and the Flying Flapdoodle;
there is no illustrator signed on any of the illustrations for
Jerry Todd and the Buffalo Bill Bathtub. Who was the illustrator?
Myrtle Sheldon illustrated Jerry Todd's Up-The-Ladder Club and
Jerry Todd's Poodle Parlor and Herman Bacharach did Jerry Todd's
Cuckoo Camp. As for the Poppy Ott books, Salg did the first eight,
or through Poppy Ott Hits the Trail. Myrtle Sheldon did Inferior
Decorators, and the illustrator is unknown for Monkey's Paw and
Hidden Dwarf. The artistry appears the same for these to books;
who was this unknown artist?
Even
with the death of Salg, the popularity of Edwards was established
so the series remained a favorite with young readers. John Keats
(1795-1821) the English poet once wrote: "I hope I live long
enough for my pen to glean my teeming brain." Leo was of
the Keats type. He was an artist with words, choosing characters,
naming characters, devising major and minor conflicts, a storyteller
of the first order. But alas! His pen was stilled before it could
glean his teeming brain.
Collectors
prize their books with original dust jackets. A full set of 39
Grosset and Dunlap jackets would be profound joy. Few collectors
have experienced this. Adding the 40th, Andy Blake in Advertising
(without jacket) could turn this joy into ecstasy. Would the addition
of this one with jacket (only one is known) become rapture personified?
According to Gene Lee the toughest Grosset and Dunlap book to
obtain is Trigger Berg and the Cockeyed Ghost. As this was the
first in the series it was kept in print the shortest time. Also,
on a check of jackets only one format is known to the author,
which would mean only one press run of probably 5,000. Compare
5,000 with Jerry Todd and the Whispering Mummy which has a minimum
of 20 different jackets. But the end books of each of the five
series are the scarcest as they were kept in print the shortest
period of time.
If
immortality was one of Leo's goals, he has achieved it with his
artistry. And this author's memory is assured as long as there
are dreamers and collectors. As men may dream and historians may
write, the image-maker is himself. As this attempt at an analytical
sketch of both Leo Edwards and his books falls short of its goal,
maybe I should have been more eloquent. Possibly poetic! Well,
what the heck --- it is Leo's birthday! His centennial. So here's
to you Leo: may your tribe increase. Paso Por Aqui. We are all
richer because you pass this way.
Note
1. Gene Lee says: "I had, as a kid, built a low down play
house in one of the small basswood trees in the front of Hi-Lee.
The tree blew down many years ago. When E.R.B. came by to call,
these many years ago, the paper (Cambridge News?) came out to
take a picture, and it was suggested that he walk out to the platform
on the tree and the photographer could stand on the raised shore
and take the picture."
Note
2: Gene Lee says: "Leo died in the fall of 1944. After his
burial we just drove to the lake and closed up the cottages and
turned the water off and got the place ready for winter. It was
not until the spring of 1945 that we drove to the lake to look
our new home over because as soon as Leo died and I inherited
Hi-Lee I know that my next move was to leave Rockford (Illinois)
and move to Hi-Lee. When we got there we noted this manuscript,
Jerry Todd: Detective, on his desk. It was Saturday and we were
both too busy to look it over and late Saturday afternoon arrived
the first of what, in the years to follow, we were to know as
Leo Edwards callers. He wanted to stay overnight so we let him
use one of the small guesthouses, no charge, naturally. In the
evening he came to our door and asked about Leo Edwards stuff.
He knew my father had died the preceding year. I showed him the
J.T. Detective script and he got quite interested. He looked at
some author's copies of the Target magazine and asked to take
them to his cottage to read. I naturally said 'Yes.' In the morning
(Sunday) I noted his car was gone and just thought he had gone
to town to eat. I was wrong. He just left. No good-byes, no thanks
and the manuscript and author's copies of the Target left with
him. In any event neither Betty nor I had read it so have no idea
what it was about or if any other book was promised at the end."