By Linda Lee Greene, Author & Artist
My day began standing butt-naked before the
medicine cabinet mirror pitching my own face as I shaved. A friend of a friend
of a friend had wrangled me an interview at PM Newspaper in Manhattan at 10:00
this morning. The friend of a friend of a friend scribbled the name of the guy
I was to see on a piece of paper that was folded up in the pocket of my suit
pants. I was going in cold. I didn’t know the guy and not enough about the
newspaper. All I knew was that it’s a left-leaning, daily publication that some
say is a communist rag sheet. I don’t care about that. All I care about is that
it’s chock full of photos and drawings about the war. That’s what I‘m gonna do.
I mean, I want to draw war cartoons. I even have an idea for a comic strip
about a sailor who escaped the Jap’s bombs at Pearl Harbor two months ago.
My bad stomach got me mustered out of Navy
boot camp after four weeks of training, and I need a job bad. Ma and Pop are patient
as Job with me, but I know they can’t afford to keep me much longer. Three
weeks and I still haven’t landed a job. Maybe mine is a pipe dream, but I gotta
give it one more try. If PM doesn’t put me on today, I promised Ma I’ll take
whatever I can get. I’ll even take that job washing dishes at Cholly’s Diner if
I have to. It wouldn’t be too bad. Cholly’s is just up the street from our
apartment building in Flushing. I can walk it, and Cholly already told me he’d
give me hours so I’d have good daylight to do my drawings on the side.
Yesterday, PM featured a clever cartoon by Dr.
Seuss that I cut out and taped to the top of the medicine cabinet mirror. Everyone
knows him as the children’s story author, and I admit it was a little shocking
to see a war cartoon under his signature. ‘Waiting for the Signal From Home…’
it’s captioned above an endless procession of Japanese Americans on the west
coast of the United States who are portrayed as loyalists to Imperial Japan.
The cartoon leaves nothing to the imagination in terms of Dr. Seuss’ stance
that Japanese Americans are a threat, ready and willing to commit sabotage
against the United States in the name of their mother country. I don’t know how
I feel about the Japanese American situation, but I guess the cartoon is in
line with official government policy on World War II, as well as the thinking
of lots of Americans, maybe most of them. Just hours after the bombing of Pearl
Harbor by Japan on December 7th of last year, the scuttlebutt is
that the FBI started rounding up Japanese Americans and shipping them to ‘relocation’
facilities in Montana, New Mexico, and North Dakota. Pop says those places are
called ‘Internment Camps’. And it ain’t just the Japs. Germans and Italians are
running for cover, too—and like rats are ducking into any hole they can find
here in the five boroughs of New York City. And I guess it’s the same scene no
matter where you go in America’s forty-eight.
Americans fear for their lives and have the
jitters bad. We hear that the paranoia on the west coast runs especially high where
attacks by the Japs are expected. The perimeters
of buildings are stacked deep with sandbags, and blackouts and drills are
common. We ain’t got it any better here. German U-boats crawl along the shore
of the east coast like sneaky sharks and take out a ship now and then.
A pretty secretary pointed me to a chair in
the hallway outside the office of the guy I came to PM Newspaper to pitch. Propped
up on the floor against my jiggling foot is my portfolio jammed full of my drawings.
I got a lot to say about this war. I just hope that guy gives me the break I
need. The door opens suddenly and a noxious plume of cigar smoke snakes into my
nostrils. The secretary thrusts her hand over her nose, and I watch in
amazement as green nausea pulsates up her throat and into her face. Poor
girl! I think to myself. I turn my head back to the door of the office and
a tall, patrician-looking guy, the guy named Ingersoll, I suppose, that I came here
to see, reaches out his hand to a stooped, Jewish-looking guy. Ingersoll says, “Ted,
I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this new batch of war cartoons. I’ll
look through them after lunch and give you a call.” My heart takes off like a
fighter plane and thunders in my chest. Jeez! The Jewish-looking guy is Dr.
Seuss—Theodore Seuss Geisel himself, in person, not six steps away from me. It’s
gotta be a sign! This job is mine! I know it as well as I know my own name.©
The above is a work of fiction by
multi-award-winning author, Linda Lee Greene. It is inspired by a true facet of
the life of Theodore Seuss Geisel (Dr. Seuss).
Image: Dr. Seuss’ cartoon: Waiting for the Signal
From Home…
Paperbacks and eBooks by Linda Lee Greene are
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CHANCE AT THE MOON is below:
Amid the seductions of Las Vegas,
Nevada and an idyllic coffee plantation on Hawai’i’s Big Island, a sextet of
opposites converge within a shared fate: a glamorous movie-star courting
distractions from her troubled past; her shell-shocked bodyguards clutching
handholds out of their hardscrabble lives; a dropout Hawaiian nuclear physicist
gambling his way back home; a Navajo rancher seeking cleansing for harming
Mother Earth; and from its lofty perch, the Hawaiian’s guardian spirit conjured
as his pet raven, conducting this symphony of soul odysseys.
Was it chance or destiny’s hand
behind the movie-star and gambler’s curious encounter at Caesars Palace in Las
Vegas? The cards fold, their hearts open, and a match strikes, flames that
sizzle their hearts and souls. Can they have the moon and the stars, too? Or is
she too dangerous? Is he? Can their love withstand betrayal? Can it endure
murder?
While the cards at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas fail to distract them from their troubled pasts, on the side, the actress and the gambler play a game of ‘will they won’t they’ romance. Meanwhile, an otherworldly hand also has a big stake in the game. Unexpected secrets unfold brimming with dangerous consequences, and finally, a strange brand of salvation.
While the cards at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas fail to distract them from their troubled pasts, on the side, the actress and the gambler play a game of ‘will they won’t they’ romance. Meanwhile, an otherworldly hand also has a big stake in the game. Unexpected secrets unfold brimming with dangerous consequences, and finally, a strange brand of salvation.
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Wonderful!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Sloane. Your comment makes my day. xo
DeleteHad no idea--thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome, Leigh. I love it when I pass along new information to readers. xo
DeleteExcellent. Offers a lot to think about. Thank you for another great read.
ReplyDeleteThe situation also offers a lot about which to write, Pamela. I will post a second essay on the subject of Japanese Americans during WWII on Wednesday, February 19, 2020. Perhaps still more stories will come to me on the subject. Thanks for commenting.
DeleteThat was such a good story, Linda! I had no idea Dr. Suess was so politically involved! In Ontario, we had internment camps for the Germans during WW2. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteAmericans were far less enthusiastic about interning European Americans than they were Japanese Americans. This is in itself was blatant bigotry. Thanks for commenting, Sharon.
DeleteWow. I never knew this about Dr. Seuss. Interesting read. Thanks for sharing with all of us! :)
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome. Thanks so much for taking time to read it and comment on it, Lisa.
DeleteI never knew Seuss did war cartoons. Interesting.
ReplyDeleteI was surprised by it too. Thanks for commenting, Catherine.
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