A Thousand and One Afternoons in ChicagoHecht, Ben
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A Thousand and One Afternoons in Chicago
Hecht, Ben
Chicago (Ill.) -- Literary collections; Hecht, Ben, 1893-1964 -- Homes and haunts -- Illinois -- Chicago
The automatic piano in the penny arcade whangs dolorously into a forgotten
tango. The two errand boys stand with their eyes glued on the interiors of
the picture slot machines--"An Artist's Model" and "On the Beach at
Atlantic City." A gun pops foolishly in the rear and the 3-inch bullseye
clangs. In a corner behind the Postal Card Photo Taken in a Minute gallery
sits Dutch, the world's leading tattooer. Sample tattoo designs cover the
two walls. Dragons, scorpions, bulbous nymphs, crossed flags, wreathed
anchors, cupids, butterflies, daggers and quaint decorations that seem the
grotesque survivals of the mid-Victorian schools of fantasy. Photographs
of famous men also cover the walls--Capt. Constantinus tattooed from head
to foot, every inch of him; Barnum's favorites, ancient and forgotten
kooch dancers, fire eaters, sword swallowers, magicians and museum freaks.
And a two column article from the Chicago Chronicle of 1897, yellowed and
framed and recounting in sonorous phrases ("pulchritudinous epidermis" is
featured frequently) that the society folk of Chicago have taken up
tattooing as a fad, following the lead of New York's Four Hundred, who
followed the lead of London's most aristocratic circles; and that Prof. Al
Herman, known from Madagascar to Sandy Hook as "Dutch," was the leading
artist of the tattoo needle in the world.
Here in his corner, surrounded by the molding symbols and slogans of a
dead world, Dutch is rounding out his career--a Silenus in exile, his
eyes still bright with the memory of hurdy-gurdy midnights.
"Long ago," says Dutch, and his sigh evokes a procession of marvelous
ghosts tattooed from head to toe and capering like a company of debonair
totem poles over the cobblestones of another South State Street. But the
macabre days are gone. The Barnum bacchanal of the nineties lies in its
grave with a fading lithograph for a tombstone. Along with the fall of the
Russian empire, the collapse of the fourteen points and the general
dethronement of reason since the World's Fair, the honorable art of
tattooing has come in for its share of vicissitudes.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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