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TIME MACHINE
by Nathan Ward
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One Hundred Years Ago
The Kite, a 280-ton sealer, set sail on June 6 from New York carrying the six men and one woman who made up Lt. Robert Peary’s North Greenland Expedition. Josephine Peary, the lieutenant’s wife and fellow explorer, became the first white woman to join a polar expedition and at one point stymied a plot by one of the scientists to turn back after the ship’s iron tiller shattered her husband’s leg. The Kite landed at Whale Sound on Greenland’s western coast in late July; the group built a house and dug in for the six-month night that would begin in October.
During the long, dark winter, Jo and Robert Peary studied the lives of the Eskimos living around their camp. They took photographs of them and learned how to handle huskies and construct huts that would survive Arctic blizzards. The normally adaptable Jo Peary disapproved of one Eskimo custom regarding wives. “If he brings his own,” she wrote of the typical Eskimo male visiting another, “they trade for the time being.” By the time Robert Peary’s leg healed, the long night was nearly over and his northern sledge journey could begin. Setting off with twenty dogs and four men, he and just one other member of his party completed the thirteen hundred miles north and back. The two men thought they had proved the insularity of Greenland by reaching what appeared to be a final northern channel. In fact, the land extended for another hundred miles. Had he not finally reached the North Pole in 1909, Peary might have been remembered chiefly for this false discovery.
“My greatest fault is my love for you to the exclusion of everyone else,” Jo Peary wrote her husband during his triumphant tour following the expedition, “and it is too late to remedy it now.” Robert Peary was already raising funds for a return trip in 1893. Jo would make that voyage and give birth to their first child in Greenland in September. “The first six months of her life were spent in continuous lamplight,” wrote Robert Peary of their little girl, Marie Ahnighito, who was named after the Eskimo woman who sewed her fox baby suit. Jo would later write a book of stories about little Marie called The Snow Baby.
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Seventy-five Years Ago
The cover of the May 20 Saturday Evening Post bore a painting of a little boy shamefacedly pushing a baby carriage past his hooting friends. The illustration was the first Post cover to bear the signature of Norman Rockwell, a twenty-two-year-old who had previously illustrated scenes of juvenile heroism for Boys’ Life. Two weeks later the June 3 Post displayed on its front a boy ringmaster in a baggy suit presenting an undersize strong man to a crowd. The magazine had inaugurated what would become a long parade of Rockwell’s folksy scenes, some 320 covers between 1916 and 1963. “I learned to draw everything except glamorous women,” explained Rockwell. “Some people have been kind enough to call me a fine artist. I’ve always called myself an illustrator. I’m not sure what the difference is.”
Rockwell’s popularity certainly outlasted the reigns of the various painting schools during his lifetime, and his audience never tired of his rural barbershops and swimming holes and firehouses. Rockwell had grown up in New York City, but he identified himself with his own nostalgic image of small-town life, and Post readers responded for nearly half a century.
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Fifty Years Ago
By the time Citizen Kane finally made its debut on May 1, 1941, Radio City Music Hall had refused to show the picture and the Palace Theater had taken on the premiere instead. Orson Welles had spent the six weeks since his film had originally been scheduled to open directing a Broadway adaptation of Richard Wright’s Native Son. The controversial play, telling the story of a black man accused of murdering a white woman in Chicago, was well received. It made an ideal distraction for the young director as he waited for the difficulties surrounding Citizen Kan’s release to be resolved.
When the newspaper publisher William Randolph Hearst learned he was the model for the fictionalized Kane, he scared off wider distribution of the film by allowing friends to make threats on his behalf against RKO Pictures and by calling Welles a “Communist” through his army of newspaper columnists. In early January Hearst gave the order to refuse RKO advertising in his papers nationwide. There were rumors he was conspiring to have every print of Kane bought up. Welles himself publicly offered RKO Pictures a million dollars for the rights to the picture and threatened his own lawsuit against the movie company for delaying its release.
Despite RKO’s attempts to make Kane sound like a harmless love story (“What made this cutie walk out on $60,000,000? … Neither she—nor any woman—could endure his kind of love!”), theater owners were intimidated by rumors of a lawsuit as reported by Louella Parsons, Hearst’s star gossip columnist, who had attended a screening of the film accompanied by two lawyers. The film’s unconventional story line also worried RKO brass: A reporter follows conflicting stories of Kane’s friends and enemies to pursue a mystery he finally abandons. The film blended the lives of Hearst, the publisher Robert McCormick, the financier Samuel Insull, and Welles himself, whose own childhood mentor was the basis for the banker guardian of Charles Foster Kane.
The film grossed nearly twenty-four thousand dollars the week it opened, but it lost a net of eighteen thousand after nine weeks. William Randolph Hearst and the actress Marion Davies, upon whom Kane’s mistress was based, attended the film unrecognized in a small San Francisco theater. Hearst, having watched Kane’s rise and fall in 119 minutes, later told a friend, “We thought it was a little too long.”
Lou Gehrig died June 2 of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, a little-known and incurable disease of the spine that had left him, at age thirty-seven, sadly diminished from the “hulking figure” he had once been. One sportswriter, describing Gehrig as a rookie, wrote that “the boy picked up a bat—one of Ruth’s, by some curious chance—and advanced to the plate. He was obviously nervous, missed the first two pitches, then bounced one weakly over, second base. Then he hit one that soared into the right field bleachers, high up, where only Ruth had ever hit a ball. … He hit another ball in there—another—still another. His nervousness had slipped from him now. That’s enough,’ [Manager Miller Huggins] cried. He turned to the players. ‘His name’s Gehrig …’”
Unlike many of the flamboyant characters with whom he played, Gehrig was pretty much what he seemed: a soft-spoken stoic who was good to his mother and could hit a ton. He batted cleanup, behind Babe Ruth in the Yankees’ famous “Murderers’ Row” lineup of the late twenties and early thirties. Ruth had spent much of his youth in a school for wayward boys and lived life to its wildest ever after; Gehrig, by contrast, lived quietly with his parents in New Rochelle, New York, until his marriage in 1933. After the game, recalled a Yankee clubhouse attendant, “he’d be the first one dressed and on home to his momma.”
Following his success playing both football and baseball at Columbia University, Gehrig went a little farther uptown to join the New York Yankees in 1923. On May 31, 1925, he pinch-hit for Pee Wee Wanninger and began his record string of 2,130 consecutive games played. Despite injuries to his hands, spasms in his back, and attacks of lumbago, Gehrig managed to enter every regular-season game from 1925 to April 30, 1939, his final appearance as an active player. He finished with a .340 lifetime average, 493 home runs, and 1,990 runs batted in. The acceleration of his spinal disease in 1938 prevented Gehrig from hitting above .300 for the first time since his rookie season. During his famous farewell at Yankee Stadium in 1939, Gehrig, with tears in his eyes, called himself “the luckiest man on the face of the earth.” Soon after, the new Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York, waived the normal five-year wait for eligibility and inducted the dying man.
In June the Roosevelt administration took further steps to prepare for the spreading war in Europe. On the fourteenth the United States froze the assets of Germany and Italy; two days later the administration ordered Germany to close its American consulates; on June 24, following Hitler’s invasion of the Soviet Union, Roosevelt pledged American support for the Soviets. The President was not one for gloomy assessments and refused to believe initial reports from his military commanders predicting that the Red Army would be destroyed within weeks. Confident that the Russians could hold out against Hitler’s army, Roosevelt planned to meet with Winston Churchill at Argentia, Newfound-land, in August to discuss long-term strategies for the war.
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Twenty-five Years Ago
On June 13, by a 5 to 4 majority, the United States Supreme Court ruled in Miranda v. State of Arizona that “the individual is accorded his privilege under the Fifth Amendment” against self-incrimination and that confessions obtained under “custodial interrogation” were invalid if not preceded by a legal warning of the defendant’s rights. “He has a right to remain silent,” Chief Justice Earl Warren wrote for the majority, in language that would soon be echoed by Miranda warnings used nationwide; ”… any statement he does make may be used as evidence against him, and … he has a right to the presence of an attorney, either retained or appointed.”
The decision ended decades of reliance on a vague “voluntariness” test and warned against incommunicado detention and other ways of coercing confessions. Miranda could not guarantee fair play, but it became a minimum standard for police procedure.
Three and a half years after five thousand federal troops had stood guard as he became the first black student at the University of Mississippi, James Meredith on June 5 began a one-man march to encourage black voter registration in the Deep South. He made a conspicuous figure setting out from Memphis, Tennessee, with a carved African walking stick and yellow pith helmet. The trek he planned would take him through two hundred-odd miles of rural Mississippi, past Oxford, where he had attended Ole Miss, past his native Kosciusko, and on to Jackson. Some 450,000 eligible black voters were unregistered in the state, said Meredith, and “if I can do it, maybe they can, too.” On his second day out, as he made his way along U.S. Highway 51, an ambusher near Hernando, Mississippi, shot Meredith in the back. He had walked only twenty-eight miles. The initial Associated Press report pronounced him dead at 6:33 P.M. Radio and television programming across the country was interrupted to give the news of his death. In fact, his wounds were not critical; seventy shotgun pellets scattered across his shoulders, neck, and legs were removed at a nearby hospital. Aubrey James Norvell, an unemployed hardware contractor, confessed to the shooting but was unable to tell police why he had done it.
Civil rights workers continued the march without Meredith until June 26, when he joined them for the final leg of the walk. A crowd of twelve thousand rallied at Jackson to mark the journey’s end.
Meredith had originally planned a lone march because he distrusted civil rights organizations; by the time his registration effort was finished it had turned into a debate over the new concept of “Black Power.” The rally in Jackson gave the term its first national attention. Meredith’s shooting also produced one of the Supreme Court’s important free-speech cases: Street v. New York. Sidney Street heard the mistaken report that Meredith had been shot and presumably killed, took his forty-eight-star flag to a Brooklyn street corner, and burned it, shouting to the crowd that gathered, “If they let that happen to Meredith we don’t need an American flag.” Street was convicted of defacing the American flag; his conviction was overturned by the Court in 1969.
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