On the site today:
Day 3 of Aron Nels Steinke's diary.
And here's R.C. Harvey on the great Otto Soglow.
His first published effort in a freelance illustration career, however, was earlier, for Lariat Magazine, a cowboy pulp.
“Soglow had never been out of New York,” reported the King Features promotional booklet Famous Artists and Writers, “but his cowboys were real authentic.”
Soglow once said he found his first job by thumbing the telephone directory and writing down the names of all the publications. Said he: “I took a handful of drawings and started to call on publishing houses. I started at the Battery and worked my way uptown from there. The following day, I started from the street I left off the previous day.”
When he got to 34th Street, he landed a job for a publisher of cheap pulp magazines (perhaps Lariat Magazine). “I received seven dollars for my first published drawing,” he recalled for Jerry Robinson inThe Comics. “From then on, I decided to become a cartoonist.”
By 1925, when Soglow joined the art staff at the New York World, he had abandoned illustration in favor of cartooning. At the World for about a year, he produced a series of satiric comic strips; he also continued to freelance, contributing cartoons to Life, Judge, The New Yorker, Collier’s, and other leading magazines. On October 11, 1928, he married Anna Rosen; they had one daughter, Tona (whose name was composed of the last two letters of her parents’ names).
Elsewhere:
The Safari Festival in London is coming up next week, and here's a bit about its organizers, Breakdown Press.
Longtime editor/cartoonist Mort Todd discusses Cracked and his Charlton revival.
Look, horribly colored vintage Jack Kirby art published by the new Heavy Metal! As a wise man once said, even in death Kirby keeps getting fucked. Often by people who sing his praises.
