Friday, October 18, 2013

ANDOR AND ERZSÉBET PÜNKÖSTI: Fragments of Two Lives in Inter-War Budapest

Andor de Pünkösti (October 31, 1892 – July 12, 1944) was a Hungarian born to a noble inheritance; rejecting it, he earned greatness elsewhere. Later, he ended his own life rather than hand over his fate to Hungarian fascists.

His story is of a man whose father headed a Transylvanian family that had achieved nobility through seven generations of distinguished military service in the Austro-Hungarian army. In World War I, Andor fought bravely and sustained a severe facial wound, but after the war he refused to continue the family tradition of career military service. Breaking with the family, he instead he pursued his deepest passion: theater.

Pünkösti in 1942 in front of the Madách Theater
In the years between the two world wars, he gained fame in Hungary as a theater critic, scholar, educator, playwright, and director. From 1941 to 1944, he managed the Madách Theater at which he staged productions that were covertly anti-fascist. In the last few years of his life, Pünkösti extended his work into movies, writing scripts for three films and directing one. After Germany took control of the Hungarian government in March 1944, he became deeply depressed by events and committed suicide in July.

Part of the reason for Andor’s break with his family was his marriage to Erzsébet Fodor, whose mother was Jewish. Such marriages were not permissible for noble military officers. Erzsébet's father, Janos, had been a wealthy industrialist, banker, and newspaper owner who had changed his family name from Fischer to Fodor during Hungary's Magyarization drive. He had married Berta von Auspitz, who came from a wealthy and prominent Jewish family in Brünn (now Brno in the Czech Republic).

Like Andor, Erzsébet was a highly educated intellectual who spoke many languages and worked as a journalist. Most notably, in the late 1920s through much of the 1930s, she was a special correspondent for the New York Times, whose by-line was “Elizabeth de Punkosti.” The couple lived in a large apartment in downtown Budapest that she had inherited from her father.

Recalling Andor and Erzsébet: The Thompson-Fodor Discussion
My interest in Andor and Erzsébet Pünkösti was stimulated by mention of them in the written notes of a discussion on March 12, 1960 by retired journalists M.W. Fodor and Dorothy Thompson. These two long-time friends got together during five weekends in March and May, 1960, to help Dorothy with her planned memoir by recalling stories from their long careers. 

M.W. and Dorothy had met each other on March 1, 1921 in Budapest, soon after Dorothy had arrived to cover Central Europe and the Balkans for the Philadelphia Public Ledger. Fodor, a Hungarian citizen, had been the Manchester Guardian’s correspondent in the region for just over two years.

With both of them based in Vienna, covering the same territory for different papers, M.W. had assisted Dorothy with her first full-time job as a foreign correspondent; some suggest he was her mentor, at the least he was her guide as she began a career that would make her one of the most famous women in the United States. They became good friends and remained so for the almost forty years that had followed their first meeting.[1]

A 1925 painting of Pünkösti by Hugo Scheiber  http://www.irodalmiradio.hu/femis/muveszetek
/4muveszek/s_menu/scheiber/06hugo.htm

In their March 12th discussion, they recalled many different people and events in their Vienna years. Among them were Andor de Pünkösti (whom they called Andrew von Pünkösti) and his wife Erzsébet, whom they called Erzi: [2]

In Hungary Andrew von Pünkösti of [illegible] is a CP [communist party] patron saint! He was in a counter-revolutionary organ during the Bela Kun regime. Commies were after him and Erzi until the regime was brought down by Horthy. He was a Hortheyist. But he was also an anti-Nazi and when 4 arrow crossers came to search his house he shot them and himself (Fall of 1944). Erzi who could have been brought out [of Hungary] until 1948 refused and died of heart attack in 1953. She still had her old cook who found her dead in her sleep. She was 57. She died in Budapest with communists in all rooms but hers and her maid’s. Pünkösti was “martyr.” Lived in country – everybody loved her.

Although not stated in this paragraph, M.W. had reason to know the story of Andrew and Erzi: She was M.W.’s younger sister.[3]

Andor de Pünkösti’s Story
A capsule version of Andor Pünkösti’s story was told in a recent e-mail sent to me by his nephew-by-marriage, Denis Fodor, the son of M.W. Fodor. He wrote:

Now, as to Pünkösti Andor:[4]  My uncle-by-marriage was a Transylvanian noble born in Slovakia (there you have the empire in a goulash).  His assimilated title was baron (the Transylvanians had another name for it). He started as a career soldier, an officer in the K&K Hussars (the most elite of Hungarian regiments). In World War I he was highly decorated and gravely wounded, leaving him with a scar that transited from his left ear across the mouth to the right lower chin. Sword. 

In the postwar turmoil, he joined one of the rebel militias that opposed the communist regime of Bela Kun. After these groups succeeded in hoisting Horthy into power my uncle, who by then had become a leading figure in the, let us say, society intelligentsia of Budapest, drifted into the world of serious theater. In time he became director of what I understand to have been the city`s leading progressive house. His marriage to my aunt, who represented the New York Times in Budapest, betokens that his life had turned into an archly modernized version of his beginnings.

When Horthy finally gave in to the Germans and a Hungarian Nazi took over, my uncle made no move to square himself with the new regime. When a team of secret police knocked on the door of my aunt`s house --on a very swank street -- they were received by shots from his revolver. The number of agents involved is to me unclear along with the actual final head count. But it is accepted that my uncle succeeded in killing himself; he did not deign to be shot by the intruding rabble.[5]

This lively version of a high achieving and tragically abbreviated life is fleshed out in several on-line documents and in a book written about him. The best on-line source is a lengthy biographical sketch available on a website devoted to the history of theater in Hungary: the link is http://www.szineszkonyvtar.hu/contents/p-z/punkostielet.htm . This website is in Hungarian, and although the Google translation to English is, at best, cryptic, information on most of the important elements of his life can be extracted.
Pünkösti with actresses in front of the Madach Theater   

In addition to the websites, a Hungarian-language book has been written about his years as manager of the Madách Theater. Its title is A Madach Színház Pünkösti Andor igazgatása idején by Zsuzsanna Borsos, published in 1979. No English translation of the book is available. Drawing from the on-line biographical sketch and other Hungarian-language websites, the following is additional elements of the story of Andor Pünkösti.

He was born an Uzonyi-Pünkösti, described as “an ancient Transylvanian family,” in 1892. His birthplace was Koŝice, which is now in Slovakia, because his father, an officer in the Austro-Hungarian army, was stationed there. While Andor was still a youngster, his father was transferred to Debrecen.

The direction of Andor’s life was foreshadowed by an event that occurred when he was nine. His parents took him to see a play, Shakespeare’s Richard III. He was hugely excited by it and, trying to figure out a way to enhance its presentation, he and a friend set a fire that burned down a wide swath of the Great Forest of Debrecen.

Andor went to high school in Budapest, but rebelled against his parent’s wish for him to study at Budapest University. Instead he went to Munich to study law. When the war broke out, he returned to take a commission in the Austro-Hungarian army, fighting on the front lines with an elite Cavalry unit.

As Denis Fodor wrote, he was wounded in 1915, a sword slashed his face and the cut required multiple surgeries, leaving his face with a deep scar. Also, according to the on-line biographical sketch, his injury inflicted deep psychological scars that made him subject to deep depressions. The experience might also have contributed to his later anti-war writings and leftist, anti-fascist, leanings.

Even as he had studied law and served in the military, Andor had kept up his interest in the theater, going when possible to plays and attending lectures. As he recovered from his wounds, he started writing about the theater and by 1918 had a job as a journalist for “Az újság” (“The Newspaper). By 1923, he was a well-known in Hungary as a leading theater critic.

The on-line biographical materials contain no information on his role in the opposition to Bela Kun and his short-lived communist regime in Hungary. However it is clear that near the end of the 1910s, he declined to become head of the noble Uzonyi-Punkosti family, which would have required that he have a career as a military officer. With this decision and his marriage to Erzsébet, whose mother who – as previously noted – was a Jew, he broke with his family to pursue a different direction in life.
Picture of the cover of a book about
Pünkösti and the Madách Theater   http://www.antikvarkonyv.hu/szinhaz_
filmmuveszet/borsos_zsuzsanna_a_
madach_szinhaz_punkosti_andor_igazgatasa_idejen.html

Leaving behind the family’s military legacy, he succeeded within a few year to become a highly respected critic. According to the biographical sketch, he was perceived as being “erudite, well-read, and well-informed”… “with a thorough knowledge of people,” plus a knowledge of many foreign languages. He wrote “unique, readable critiques” of theater productions that were witty and focused, but not demeaning. Also, he encouraged younger and novice playwrights. An opponent of kitsch in the theater, Andor supported modern, even avant-garde productions.

In the late 1920s, after a nearly decade as a theater critic, theorist, and educator, he was offered the opportunity to put his ideas about theater into practice as the dramaturg for a play by Ferenc Milnar. In 1929, he was for a half year the artistic director of both the Hungarian Theater and the National Chamber Theater. From then on, he took leading positions with prestigious theaters in Budapest, including director of the National Theater (1935), artistic director of the National Theater (1939), and from 1941 to 1944, director of the Madách Theater.

In addition to his newspaper journalism and theater work, Andor published a book of poetry titled Isten elzullot gyermeke. Versek (Elzullot God’s Child, Poetry), two anti-war novels (Bús Péter csodàlotos Kardja [Sad Peter, Beautiful Sword] and Bárczay Bella, a szeretőm [Bella Barczay, Love], plus numerous book chapters and magazine articles on theater. He also worked on films and is credited with writing screenplays for three films: Bünös vagyok! (I'm guilty!), 1942; Elkésett levél (Belated Letter), 1941; and Álomsárkány (Dragon's Dream), 1939. The last mentioned film, Álomsárkány (Dragon’s Dream), he also directed. For film credits, see: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0702559/?ref_=fn_al_nm_2

During his years as director of Madách Theater, Pünkösti offered modern plays and innovative productions. Also, he courageously – and probably foolhardily – staged plays that were understood to be anti-fascist or even anti-Hitler. One of the favorite productions at the theater was a play about Nero, written by Francis Felkei. It focused on the murderous rein of Nero, and audiences immediately understood it to be a historical parable about Hitler. For more information on this production, go to these website (and used Google translate): http://www.orkenyszinhaz.hu/index.php/2012-09-05-14-32-58/toertenet/2-magyar/szinhazunkrol/715-nero and http://www.orkenyszinhaz.hu/index.php/2012-09-05-14-32-58/toertenet/2-magyar/szinhazunkrol/714-a-madach-szinhaz-tortenete-1940-1944

Pünkösti at his desk   http://tbeck.beckground.hu/szinhaz/img/img/kepek_nagy/muller_3.jpg

After the 100th performance of the play, Pünkösti was hauled into a Budapest police station to answer charges that Nero, the play, was in fact about Hitler. He replied something to the effect that the people who had suggested that Hitler was like Nero were the ones they should be investigating.

Andor’s life took a severely bad turn when Germany, fearing that Hungary would make a separate peace treaty with the Allies, invaded Hungary on March 19, 1944 and installed a Hungarian Nazi supporter to be prime minister. Pünkösti was removed as head of the theater in April. And even worse things were happening around him: from the middle of May until early July, 437,402 Jews were deported from Hungary (one-third of them were Hungarian citizens). All but 15,000 were sent to Auschwitz-Birkenau and 90 percent were immediately killed.
Andor and Crew Work on the Play "Nero"
http://www.orkenyszinhaz.hu/index.php/2012-09-05-
14-32-58/toertenet/2-magyar/szinhazunkrol/715-nero

These events, and others, left Pünkösti deeply depressed, and he decided to commit suicide. Two different stories are told about his suicide. One is the story of the Fodors, who likely heard it from Erzi. In this version, Pünkösti shot Arrow Cross secret agents who came for him, then shot himself.[6]

Another version of the suicide, told in the on-line biographical sketch, is that on the night of July 9, he poisoned and gassed himself; his housekeeper found him unconscious the next morning. He died three days later, on July 12, in the hospital.

His will left everything to his wife. He requested that no one speak at his funeral, and his wish was honored. Andor was buried in an unmarked grave in the Farkasréti Cemetery. In 1957, the city erected a sculpture at the head of a tombstone to mark his burial place.
Andor Pünkösti's Grave, Budapest   http://www.agt.bme.hu/varga/foto/farkasreti/punkosti-a.html

With the information I could access, I found no evidence that Pünkösti was or was not viewed -- as suggested by M.W. Fodor -- as a “patron saint” by the Communist Party of Hungary. This observation has credibility because it was made by a man who was not only Andor's brother-in-law but also was a close observer of Hungary as the editor of the Berlin edition of Die Neue Zeitung (America’s newspaper in Germany) from 1948 to 1955 and, after that, a Voice of America analyst based in Munich.

One thing is clear, Pünkösti was not forgotten after his death. As mentioned, his unmarked grave was provided with an elaborate headstone, and his memory is honored with a plaque in the Örkény István Theatre, which is the building that housed the Madách Theater from 1941 to 1944. Also, he left behind a substantial body of written work that keeps his memory alive among scholars of Hungarian theater.

Erzsébet Fodor (or Fischer) Pünkösti
Much less is known about the life of Erzsébet than about the life of her husband Andor. As mentioned previously, she was raised in a wealthy family and was a highly educated intellectual. Her English was good enough that she could work as a special correspondent for one of the most prestigious newspapers in the United States, The New York Times. A search of its archives shows that she had eight by-lines in that paper, the first on February 3, 1929 when she wrote about Hapsburg Archduke Joseph, who was living in Budapest. The last was July 16, 1935, with the headline, “Nazi Propaganda Splits Hungary.” In between these two are several articles she wrote about theater productions in Budapest. No doubt, she contributed many more articles to the New York Times that were published without her byline. 

Apparently, Erzsébet inherited her parent’s house in Budapest after their deaths in 1918 or 1919, which the family attribute to Bela Kun’s communist supporters. (Kun's Soviet Republic held power in Hungary from March 21 to August 1, 1919.)  The house, located at 29 Eötvös Utca, is where Andor was living when he committed suicide and is the one referred to in both the Fodor-Thompson paragraph and Denis Fodor’s account of the lives of his aunt and uncle.

Likely, she and her husband had stimulating and intellectually rich lives between the two world wars and were, as Denis Fodor described, prominent along the Budapest intelligentsia. However, the rise of anti-Semitism had to have dampened the pleasures of journalism and theater as the 1930s progressed. And her life was in grave danger after the Germans invaded Hungary in March, 1944, and Adoph Eichmann came to Budapest to manage the murder of Jews. According to the on-line biographical sketch of Andor, Erzi hid out in Gödöllö under an assumed name and was able to escape deportation.

            Denis Fodor in his e-mail wrote about her life:
As for my aunt, she fell dangerously ill during the siege of Budapest by the Red Army. Somehow she recovered -- the regime may have helped, as her husband`s heroic gesture received high credit from the Russian occupation. Accordingly, she was allowed to live out her days in a country house the couple owned at Gödöllö, a tony resort that under the monarchy & Horthy regency was favored by the nobility and old money.

Perhaps this favorable treatment by the new Communist regime is what convinced her to stay in Hungary after it became part of the Communist bloc. The Fodor-Thompson paragraph indicates that he offered to help her leave Hungary, but she declined though until 1948 she could have. Erzsébet's relatively benign situation could have been related to her husband’s armed resistance to the Arrow Cross agents, the reputation he earned by staging anti-fascist plays, or both. Whatever the reason, her life in Soviet Budapest was apparently not too uncomfortable, though she died at the relatively young age of 57.

Stories to be Told
The life stories of Andor and Erzsébet remain largely untold, especially in English. This brief account of their lives suggests that they would be rich subjects for a researcher seeking to add texture to the history of Budapest’s inter-war period and to learn more about two prominent Hungarian families.

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Footnotes
1.       For more about the life and career of M.W. Fodor see the following biographical sketch. http://www.scribd.com/doc/65502558/Marcel-W-Fodor-Foreign-Correspondent

Information about the life of Dorothy Thompson is available in two autobiographies:  Peter Kurth, American Cassandra (1990) amd Marion Sanders, Dorothy Thompson: A Legend in Her Time (1973).n

2.      This quotation is taken from a document in the Dorothy Thompson Papers at the Special Collections Research Center, Syracuse University. The SPRC retains all rights for use of the paper and requires written consent for publication of quotes or pictures in the collection.

3.      M.W. Fodor had another younger sister, named Margit, who was a few years older than Erzsebet. She married a fur trader named Ferenc Weiss. They left Hungary for England in the early 1930s.

4.      The Fodor-Thompson paragraph refers to Andrew von Punkosit. Denis Fodor pointed out the following in his email:  “Please note that for international purposes Pünkösti let himself be known as Andor de Pünkösti. Only the Austrians, under the empire, would have addressed him as von Pünkösti.”

5.      E-mail communication from Denis Fodor to Dan Durning, dated September 29, 2013.


6.    The Arrow Cross Party was Hungary’s strongly anti-Semitic national socialist party. Its leader was appointed Prime Minister after the German invasion.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Barry Switzer's Bootleg Boy: The Arkansas Years

I check in periodically with thrift stores selling books cheaply and, more likely than not, find some books that I must have. They cost anywhere from 50 cents to a couple of dollars, providing cheap continuing education.
 
Recently, I picked up Barry Switzer’s autobiography, Booklegger’s Boy, mainly because I recalled that he was born in Arkansas and played football for the University of Arkansas during the latter part of the 1950s. I wanted to know more about the background of an Arkansan who was among the most successful college football coaches in history.

Also, the biography was of interest because I was in Fayetteville, Arkansas, during the years Switzer was playing for the Razorback. Still a youngster then, I would often go to Razorback games, spending time sledding down the steep grass incline in the north end zone on a large piece of cardboard.  When a game ended, I and a bunch of other kids would run onto the field just to be near the famous warriors in their tear-away jerseys.

Before reading the book, I had few recollections of Barry Switzer, but knew that he had coached the hugely successful Oklahoma Sooner football team. I vaguely recalled that he left that job under a cloud many years ago and that he had a reputation as being arrogant and ethically slippery.

The opening chapters of the book tell of Switzer’s final crisis at OU in June 1989. (The book was first published in 1990 by William Marrow. It was co-written with Bud Shrake.) The first chapter discusses the circumstances leading up to his forced resignation.  The story includes a rape and shooting at the Bud Wilkinson House (where the OU football players lived), his quarterback selling dope to an undercover agent, and allegations that he gambled on Oklahoma and other college football games. In other parts of the book, Switzer explains why he was not responsible for the bad deeds of his players and why the charges against him were whimsical, at best. He also excoriates the NCAA on its rules and operations.

The beginning of the end from Switzer at OU
from sportsillustrated.cnn.com

All of this is of interest, I suppose, if you really like or dislike Switzer. Also the parts of the book detailing Oklahoma’s football seasons will appeal to people who give a flip about that team. For me – since I have no strong feelings about the man or the team -- the interesting part of the book is about Switzer’s years in Arkansas, the first 29 years of his life.

Those years of Switzer's life have some dark and disturbing elements involving his parents. He did not have a normal childhood with a stable home and inspiring elders. Far from it. When Switzer grew up in Crossett, with some time living in El Dorado, his father was a pariah, a man who made a living by illegally selling liquor in Ashley County. Thus, the title of the book, Bootleggers Boy. Although I was initially skeptical about the impact of Switzer's father’s occupation on his life, but book convinced me that it was of great importance.

For example, as the son of a bootlegger Barry was not highly regarded by the parents of his school mates, and he describes how he had to get a friend to pick up his dates because the parents of young women in the city did not want them dating the son of disreputable man. This painful detail of his early life is just a small example of what it meant to have the parents he had.

Switzer was born on October 5, 1937. His father was Frank May Switzer, whose father, Barry’s grandfather, had owned thousands of acres of cotton and pine forest outside of Crossett and had served twice in the Arkansas General Assembly (he lost everything late in life due to illness). According to Switzer, his father was “a handsome man with a powerful physique.” His mother was Mary Louise Wood Switzer, who he describes as “the smartest, prettiest girl in Crossett.”

After Barry was born, he and his parents lived on a houseboat a few miles from Crossett on the Ouachita River. His father operated the toll bridge over the Ouachita River. When World War II started, the family moved to California where the father found work in a shipyard in San Pedro. His mother and a friend opened a café in Long Beach, where their house was located, called “Arkies.  Barry attended kindergarten while living there.

The family returned to Arkansas soon after the war. According to Switzer, his father got involved in “a dry cleaners, a furniture store, a department store, a bakery, a fishing camp, and a used-car lot, but he never made a dime out of any of them.” (p. 24) Then he found out he could make good money as a bootlegger, serving dry Ashley County.

The Switzer family in late 1945 or early 1946 lived in a “gray shotgun house” four miles west of Crossett. Built on stump logs, it was located on a gravel road near a swamp bottom. The house had no electricity, no running water, and no telephone. Its “facilities” was a three-hole outhouse “with a Sears, Roebuck catalog that wasn’t for reading, and a sack of lime in the corner.” P. 25.

Young Barry Switzer from
www.encylopediaofarkanas.com
The house was located about three hundred yards (through the woods) from a rural black community with a dozen or so shacks and Sam Lawson’s Café, which served as a late-night entertainment center.  The location was fortuitous because, apparently, much of his father’s business was with blacks living in the area. According to Switzer, his father had five or six black guys selling liquor for him. Also, his father augmented his whisky business by making usurious loans to various people, including blacks, in need of quick money.

Barry, of course, was still a kid during these early years of his father’s business. His best friends, he wrote, were his big collie, Major, and black kids in the area.

Unfortunately, trouble in the Switzer household extended beyond his father’s occupation: not only was he a bootlegger, but he also was a “rounder and a womanizer.” Tired of his bootlegging and messing around, Barry’s mother moved with him and his brother to El Dorado when Barry was in the 5th grade. There she had a whole-in-the-wall café called the Coffee Cup (p. 26).  In El Dorado, when Barry was in the 6th grade at Yoakum Grade School, he began playing football.  In doing so, he found an activity at which he excelled, and he met future Razorbacks Jim Moody and Wayne Harris.

As Switzer was about to start the 8th grade and was looking forward to playing junior high football in El Dorado, his mother decided to return to live with her husband.  Thus, Barry played football in Crossett and became a local star there in different sports at his all-white school. However, because of his stigma as the son of a bootlegger, he hung out with black kids and played pick-up games with them. Based on this experience, he realized that he would not be a star if he had to play with and against blacks in a school setting.

The relationship between his dad and mom did not improve after she moved back in with him. As Switzer describes it, with his father running around for business and pleasure, his mother, who had few friends, did not have anything to do. Switzer writes, “She read all the time, lived in a world of fiction. I didn’t know it, but she had started taking barbiturates by prescription, and she was drinking. She would kind of glide through the day with a glaze around her.” (p. 29)

When Switzer was a senior in High School, his father got busted by Arkansas Alcoholic Beverage Control Commission officers and was convicted on state liquor charges. He was sent to the Arkansas State Penitentiary, a large farm in the town of Varner, located in the delta by the Arkansas River.
Switzer as a Razorback from www.hogdb.com
With his father in prison, Switzer, then 6’ 1”, weighing 185 pounds, was given a scholarship to play football at the University of Arkansas. He enrolled in fall, 1955. His scholarship provided room, board, books, tuition, and fees, plus he was given $15 per month for laundry money, which was much of what he had to live on. He had a room in Gregson Hall his first year, was home sick, and was not much interested in his classes.

In 1956, he and other football players moved down the hill to the Wilson Sharp House, the new dorm for athletics. He was redshirted his sophomore year, and he began to take his studies seriously – eventually making the Dean’s List in the Business department.

According to Switzer, a turning point in his life came when Frank Broyles became head coach at the University of Arkansas in 1958. In 1957, as a red-shirted sophomore, he had played behind all-conference center Jay Donathan. (Donathan was head coach at Fayetteville High School for several years; his last year was 1962, when I was a sophomore on the team.) In 1958, during Broyle’s first season, Switzer was not a starter but was often on the field. The Razorbacks lost their first six games trying to run the Delaware Wing T.  When Broyles switched to the straight Wing T and Split T, which made better use of the running talent of Jim Mooty, the team won the last four games.

Switzer as a Razorback from
www.voicesofoklahoma.com
As the 1959 season approached, back in Crossett things were still not good. His father was out of prison, and his bootlegging and money lending businesses were doing well. As Switzer describes it, “He was a fine-looking man, very popular in the black community, where he strolled about giving dimes to little kids. But his life still revolved around drinking, gambling, and women. He was out every night doing whatever it was he did.” P.43.

His mother was sinking more deeply into her world of fiction and barbiturates and alchohol:  “She’d sit in her favorite chair and read her novels, never leaving the house but lost somewhere in her imagination, the ills and the booze inside working on her….” (p. 45)

August 26, 1959 was a fateful day for Barry Switzer, one that had to have scarred him forever. He was at the family house near Crossett; his father was somewhere else. He describes what happened the evening of that day:

That night I went to bed in the front bedroom…I hadn’t turned out the light yet. Mother came in and sat on the bed. I didn’t totally understand the hell she was living through. I was too young to know how really desperate her everyday life was….She loved me and she needed my love so much, but as I looked at her sitting there on the bed kind of glassy and smiling, loaded o prescription drugs and booze, something broke inside me and I said to her something I will always regret.
I said, “Mother, I would rather never ever see you again and know you are safe and well taken care of, than to see you like this all the time.”

She leaned over to kiss me.

I turned my head away. (p. 45)

His mother then got a pistol out of the closet and walked out of the room to the back porch. Barry just watched her leave; then he heard a shot. She had killed herself.

Of course, Switzer felt responsible for and guilty about what happened that evening. It surely was a heavy burden. However, thirty years later, when writing this book, Switzer found out that his mother had planned her suicide – it was not in response to what he had said and done. She had left a suicide note, but Barry’s father had kept it a secret from him.

(In November, 1972, when Switzer was an assistant coach at OU, his father was murdered, shot at his house by long-term girlfriend, Lula May, who was jealous because he had started seeing another woman. The shot in the chest would likely not have killed him, but when Lula May was speeding to get him to the hospital, she missed a sharp turn on a gravel road and hit a power pole. The car exploded into flames, killing both of them immediately.)

Despite the tragedy in his life, Switzer’s senior year at UA was a good one. He met his future wife, Kay McCollum (March 31, 1941-January 1, 2008) who was a freshman on the UA campus. She was from Stuttgart, majoring in math. Also, she was a featured twirler with the marching band. They married in 1963 and were divorced in 1981.

On the football field, Switzer -- playing his final year -- was leader of the “Wild Hogs” unit, the second string team; however he played nearly full time at center. He was elected team tri-captain with guard Billy Luplow and quarterback James Monroe.

That year, 1959, Arkansas tied for the Southwest Conference championship with T.C.U. (who Arkansas beat 3-0) and Texas (who beat UA by a score of 13-12 at Memorial stadium in Little Rock). The town of Crossett held a “Barry Switzer Appreciation Banquet” on January 26, 1960, attended by 200 people who paid $1.75 per ticket to hear Coach Broyles and Arkansas Gazette’s Orville Henry speak. (p. 48)

After Switzer graduated he hung around Fayetteville helping with the freshman team and waiting to his summons to the army. It came later in 1960. However, he was released early from the Army (with the help of some influential friends) after Broyles invited him to be a full-time assistant for the 1961 team. He was a Razorback coach through the 1965 season. In early 1966, Jim McKenzie, an assistant coach at UA, was hired to be the coach of the University of Oklahoma. He hired Switzer for his staff.
OU Coach Barry Switzer with Michigan's Bo Schembechler
from sportsillustrated.cnn.com
At Oklahoma, Switzer was an assistant coach from 1966 to 1972, then became head coach in 1973, a job he kept until 1989. In 1976, Frank Broyles offered Switzer the head coaching position at the University of Arkansas. When he turned it down, Broyles hired Lou Holtz. While head coach at Oklahoma, the team had a 157-29-7 record, with national championships in 1974, 1975, and 1985.

In 1994, after this book was written, former Razorback football player Jerry Jones hired Switzer to be head football coach of the Dallas Cowboys. With Switzer as coach, the Cowboys won the Super bowl in 1966.  He resigned as a coach of the Cowboys in 1998.
Switzer as coach of Dallas Cowboys

In reading Bootlegger’s Boy (and other things about him), there is much not to like about Barry Switzer. He inherited some of his father’s bad traits, and some of his personal and professional behavior was – to put it kindly -- not beyond reproach. Nevertheless, he was one of the most successful coaches in the history of collegiate football, and he was one of the most famous Arkansans in the second half of the 20th Century.

The story of Switzer’s years as a youth and young man in Arkansas makes his accomplishments even more impressive. His accomplishments came in spite – or perhaps spurred by – the difficulties and tragedies of his early years living in a dysfunctional family on the edge of Crossett. 

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Dorothy Thompson Observes the Passing of Vienna’s Coffee Houses

In May 1922, Dorothy Thompson, reporting for the Philadelphia Public Ledger and its syndicate, wrote a feature article on the disappearance of Vienna’s coffee houses. She suggested that the closing of many such establishments represented the passing of cafes from the lives of Viennese. 

She saw the demise of the coffee houses resulting from the disappearance of the old bourgeoisie (because of the poverty of the middle class) and from changing tastes of workers who were interested in other kind of entertainment – often involving wine and schnaps.  Also she found that artists were going less often to cafes, mainly because successful ones had become snobs and the others could not afford the entrance fee -- a cup of coffee.

Thompson’s article pointed to the passing of Vienna's coffee houses as “another sign of the decay which is everywhere apparent in the city.” Then she recounted the importance of coffee houses for Vienna’s great composers, writers, and artists. She mentioned the cafés preferred by Beethovan, Mozart, and those frequented by writers such as Grillparzer and Schnitzler. She went on to write about cafés preferred by famous artists of the day. In doing so, she provided a good guide to Vienna cafés that had hosted the intellectuals of the city in the past and many that continued to do so in 1922.

The Reporter: The Career of Dorothy Thompson

When Thompson wrote this article, she had been reporting from Vienna for about 18 months. She had arrived in late February, 1921 to write for the Philadelphia Public Ledger. Her story is one of improbable success.

At the age of 27, in June 1920, she and a friend had set sail from New York for London with about $500 between them. They had a plan to support themselves by selling stories to American newspapers.  Neither had previously worked as journalists.

It was quickly clear that Thompson had both a knack for reporting and the enormous drive needed to succeed. It didn’t hurt that she was as attractive as she was energetic. At first, she worked part time writing press releases for the Red Cross in London, then in Paris, to help support herself as she wrote stories to sell to newspapers. She had some notable successes as a freelancer and soon caught the attention of American editors working in Europe.

In January 1921, she convinced an editor for the Philadelphia Public Ledger to give her credentials as its correspondent in Vienna. She agreed to be paid “space rates,” which meant that she received no salary, but was compensated based on the inches of her articles published by the paper. Her output was so prodigious that in May 1921, she was promoted from “space rate” to a salaried reporter. That was her status when this article was written.

Thompson stayed in Vienna until in the middle of 1925 when she was promoted to be chief of the Philadelphia Public Ledger’s bureau in Berlin. Her career as a daily reporter ended in May 1928, when she married novelist Sinclair Lewis.

In the following eight years, she wrote articles for numerous newspapers and magazines (including the Saturday Evening Post).  She lived in Vermont, but made frequent trips to Europe to gather material for her articles. In March 1936, Thompson was hired by the New York Herald Tribune to write a syndicated column, which she titled “On the Record.” It was published three times a week without interruption for 22 years. At the height of its popularity, the column was read by 8 to 10 million people each time it appeared. In the 1939, Dorothy Thompson was recognized by Time magazine as the second most influential woman in the United States. Eleanor Roosevelt was deemed the most influential.

The Recovery of Austria and Vienna’s Coffee Houses

When Thompson wrote about the passing of coffee houses in mid-1922, Austria was in the middle of a great devaluation of its currency, economic times were difficult, and the outlook for the nation was grim. Paul Hofmann in his book The Viennese mentioned that many coffee houses went out of existence during this period. So, Thompson was reading in the newspapers of the closings and decided that they would continue.

Fortunately, these businesses were much more resilient than she expected. When the Viennese could afford it again, they returned to their Cafés again. The Austrian economy picked up after currency reforms in 1923 and 1924. After that, Vienna cafés thrived until most were forced to close following the German-Austrian Anschluss in 1938.

Although, Thompson’s article may not have accurately predicted the future of Vienna’s coffee houses, it did provide a good description of their role in the lives of famous and not-so-famous Viennese.  A copy of the typed manuscript of the article written for the Philadelphia Public Ledger is in the Dorothy Thompson Papers at the Special Collections Library of Syracuse University. An annotated transcription of this manuscript (which is out of copyright) follows. 

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The Passing of the Vienna Coffee House
By Dorothy Thompson
May 9, 1922

Vienna: --
During the past few weeks the Vienna press has carried every few days an announcement to the effect that this or that café would close after a certain date because it was no longer making money. This wholesale shutting down of coffee houses has attracted attention to what has been going on in greater or less degree during the past two years. The Vienna coffee house is passing. This is only another sign of the decay which is everywhere apparent in this city which was once the Paris of Central Europe, and perhaps the common sense man will hold it frivolous to bemoan the death of this particular institution in a city so bowed with serious grief and deprivations. But no institution in Vienna has played a more charming part in its history, and all true lovers of the home of Beethoven, Mozart, Brahms, and Johann Strauss must experience a peculiarly poignant regret that the coffee house, symbol of “gemutlichkeit”, that untranslatable quality which means comfort, tolerance, good humor, kindliness, and hospitality, all in one word, is passing. With the passing of the café, goes, one feels, “Alt Wien”, gay, artistic, sentimental, lovable; whose spirit has persisted stubbornly, in spite of the peace treaty, the dismemberment of the country, and the frightful poverty, down to this very day.

In Vienna, as in Paris, the coffee house has always been very closely related to the artistic life of the city. The old Paris Bohemians, recently mourned by Clement Vautel1, in the columns of the Paris Journal, had their favorite cafes, and have perpetuated their names in immortalis. The Closerie des Lilas2, on the corner of the Boulevard Montparnasse3 and the Avenue de L’Observatoire, opposite the entrance to the Petite Jardin, will be remembered by everyone who knows the poems of Paul Verlaine4. George Moore5 in his memoirs of Manet, Monet, Degas, the great French impressionists, has made the Nouvelle Athene6 as familiar to us as the Louvre. And so, in Vienna, one may find in a dozen little coffee houses which it is a particular job to hunt down in their little side street, intimate memoirs of Beethoven, Brahms, Schubert, Mozart, and of the King of Light Opera, Johann Strauss.

Like the Cafes of the French artists, these rendezvous of the Vienna musicians are usually small, sometimes even squalid, full of little stained marble topped tables, with dark corners where one may sit over a Kaffe Schwartz or a kummel7, and dream of the glorious old days when the world’s masters sat here also.

One may, that is to say, if one can discover a coffee house still open for guests. Alas, most of them have been shut down under the hard times of the past three years. One can still seek out a dingy little place near the Schwartzspanierhaus8 where Beethoven often drank a black coffee and talked with his friends. Beethoven was a restless soul. He often changed his dwelling place and as often his favorite coffee house. The whole city is rich in memories of him. So also with Mozart, who like Beethoven, changed his residence often. Yet there is a café on one of the courtyards of the old “Freihaus,”9 a great old housing complex, to which Mozart was longest faithful. It was a vaulted ceiling and little dingy window, and in summer, when the Vienna sunshine is as hot as in New York, it looks out upon an uninspiring and eye-blistering expanse of gravel, yet by one of those window Mozart used often to sit and dream, and there he composed some of the loveliest passage of “The Magic Flute.”

Shubert’s favorite rendezvous was “Die Silberne Café”10, a little hole in the wall in the Plankengasse, near the Neue Markt. The great opera singer, Maria Jeritza,11 has an apartment within a stone’s throw of this place today. Beethoven used also to come to “Die Silberne Café” to meet his friend Schubert, and Schubert’s great crony, Grillparzer, the famous Austrian playwright. You may not enter the Silberne today. Its doors are closed, probably forever.

Vienna is mourning the twenty-fifth anniversary of the death of Brahms, and is playing his music in all the concert houses night after night. One cannot think of Brahms, in Vienna, without instantly seeing in the mind’s eye the Karl’s Kirche, that strange but effective hodge podge of architecture in the neighborhood of which Brahms lived. He loved that church, and remarked upon the beauty of its great green dome and its two weird round towers, which always seem other-worldly in the Vienna twilight, on the very night that he died. The Karl’s Church, and the Café Apfel12 one always associates with the great master. The Café Apfel is just behind the Technical High School, and in the old days was almost entirely frequented by students. Nevertheless, Brahms spent almost every afternoon there, in the company of his three bosom friends, Makart and Cannon, the painters, and Tilgnor, the sculptor.13 Day after day these four artists played a game of billiards with skittle, while the little students looked on.

Johann Strauss, of Blue Danube frame, whose spiritual children are legion in Vienna – does not half the light opera of the world still hail from here – was another coffee-house habitué. He used to meet his friends every afternoon in the Café Dobner14, on the Linke Wienzeile. The Café Dobner was, and is, a rendezvous of actresses and actors, now indeed of motion picture starts and of variety-show artists. The artists “Stock exchange” is here. At every Easter time all the provincial actors, seek, find, and renew engagements around the little marble topped tables.

Johann Strauss used to play billiards here with the two great comedians, Girardi and Blasel15. Poor Girardi. He married the great Helene Odilon16, Vienna’s favorite of the moment, an actress of the Burg Theater (The National theater) but she, becoming enamored of a rich man, sought to divorce him, and failing would have committed him to an insane asylum had not the Emperor, Francis Joseph, interfered himself. It was Katarine Schratt, the Belle amis of the emperor, and an old friend of Girardi’s to whom the persecuted man went for protection. There was a scandal and the rich lover dropped the pretty Odilon like a hot cake. Not that that mattered much to Odilon, in those palmy days. How long ago they seem; and yet they were not long ago. Strauss is dead, and Girardi is dead, but Odilon still lives. I saw her selling postcards the other day in the Hotel Bristol. I shall tell all of her story one day for the Public Ledger.

The coffee houses are closing, and in any event, they are not what they were. For one thing the modern Vienna artist is not so bohemian, so careless, so democratic, as the great old masters were. When they become famous, they likewise become prosperous – in foreign valutas. The great Richard Strauss, who wields his baton over his own operas – Salome, Rosencavelier, Electra, Die Frau Ohne Schatten – in the state opera, goes also to America, plays in the New York symphony, and to England. He is an elegant gentleman, and one does not think of him in the corner of some dingy little café. Nor does one see him there!

Young Korngold, whose opera “Die Tote Stadt” introduced the great Jeritza to America last autumn, is not so much an arrive, and is by nature, simple and democratic17. So he keeps alive the old tradition, and patronizes the coffee house. And the musical comedy writers, who compose half the arias which we hum to ourselves, as we leave our offices or make the beds, or saunter down the street, in London, or in New York, or in Kalamazoo, remain faithful to the coffee house to the last.

The Café Museum is their rendezvous.18  It is in the Opern Platz, a stone’s throw from the offices of the American Relief Administration. Here still come Franz Lehar, the composer of “The Merry Widow”, and of “Gypsy Love”; Leo Fall, composer of “The Dollar Princess”; Kalman, who wrote “The Gypsy Princess” and Oscar Strauss, of “The Waltz Dream” and “The Last Waltz.”19  Reinhardt, the great Berlin theater director always looks into this café when he is in Vienna.20 For twenty years a table has been reserved in a quiet corner of the big room, where the musical comedy composers gather. Many a song has been scribbled off in pencil on the marble table. Futurist and expressionist painters, the young artists of Vienna, also make the Museum a rendezvous.

Most painters, however, patronize the Café Payer21, a coffee house in the vicinity of “The Secession”, the gallery where these painters who are neither academic nor radical, exhibit their work three times a year. Here you can find Gerstenbrand22, the artist who made the drawings on this page, when you don’t find him in the Secession itself, or in the tiny café under the exhibition room. He complains bitterly that the Payer is not as it was of old; bourgeoisie (like myself) with mere money come in and are waited on. In the old days it was sufficient to be an artist or a man of letters to get the promptest service – if you couldn’t pay, well, perhaps you could next week. But there is no longer any culture in Vienna! So they wail, the artists, and for revenge, draw sketches of the “Schieber” (Profiteer) patrols on the marble-topped tables, exaggerating paunches and jaws. When the proprietor comes to their table for a hearty “Good Day,” they slip the little metal tray which holds their Turkish coffee, water glass, and liqueur over the sketch. If he discovers it they must treat him to a Schnapps. The artists are the poorest, and the gayest, the most Viennese people in Vienna.

Among the playwrights and novelists who love the coffee houses are Arthur Schnitzler, whose sixty-fifth anniversary is celebrated this month in Vienna, with revivals of his plays in all of the theaters, and Franz Molnar.23 Molnar is a Hungarian, but when he come to Vienna, as he occasionally does, for a rehearsal or a premier of one of his plays, he spends his free time in a coffee house. Schnitzler’s favorite coffee house, in the Herrn Gasse (sic) is nicknamed “Café Conceit.”24 There is something Shavian about Schnitzler25. He does not hide his light under a bushel.

But the artists cafes are only one branch of this remarkable institution. There are special cafes for journalists. The Café Landmann (sic) is one. Here you may get the world’s newspapers, receive phone calls, leave message with your own particular waiter, keep office hours, write copy, get a messenger boy to post your telegrams26. The Vienna journalist makes the café workroom, reading room, club and home.

The low bourgeoisie have their cafes also. Perhaps the Café Frauengruber is the best surviving example of his type of coffee house.27 Here grocers and cobblers play cards, usually the famous game of Taroque, beloved by the old Austrian emperor. Here from time unknown the small tradesman has drunk his beer and eaten his cheese, hugged the waitress, and sometimes given her a smacking kiss, listened to a lone violinist, smoked his “Virginia” cigar, a singularly long thin weed, and complained about the bad and changed generation.

The People’s Cafes are a step lower in the coffee house social scale. Here the music may be furnished may be furnished by an accordion, and the intimacy between the guests and waitresses is even more genial.

And, alas, there is still another café: the Schieber café.28 That, too, is passing, as the profiteers, who, at the close of the war made considerable fortunes in smuggled goods and illicit trade, become absorbed into legitimate commercial life. I can remember the Café Atlantis, however, a year ago. It is a great gaudy, showy place, on the Ring, opposite the Imperial Hotel, the last place you would look for anything illegal. Yet here, for a flick of the eyelid toward the waiter, you could be put in touch with someone – at a neighboring table – who would sell you anything you liked, or buy from you anything you had to sell from old clothes to goblins. I remember a little black haired Italian girl, who used to flit from table to table. People told us she was the greatest illicit trader in East Europe, and that through her hands passed art treasures, old furniture, pictures, bronzes, porcelains, and what not. She made a fortune in buying objects d’art in Vienna, at the Café Atlantis, and selling them in Italy – to American tourists. One could even buy passports in the Café Atlantis, if one came with the right legitimation.

Why is the coffee house passing? Are the artists all becoming snobs, when successful, and if unsuccessful are they too poor for even the cup of coffee which is the only entrance fee? Is the old bourgeois passing? But certainly it is; it is almost dead, and the new middle class likes better the movies and the dansarts in the Hotel Bristol. Even the workers, who are better able, at present, to afford the coffee house than the impoverished middle classes, look for amusement elsewhere. Times are hard in Vienna; there is the maddening fear always, that tomorrow the almost worthless money will be quite, quite worthless; for today is it well to drown ones fears – not in coffee, but in wine, or schnaps. The decline of the coffee house is marked by the rise of the saloon – in its specific Viennese form, The “Heurige”. But the growth of the “Heurige” is another story.

May 9, 1922

ADDENDUM:


These are the Alfred Gerstenbrand sketches used to illustrate Dorothy Thompson's article published under the headline "Passing of Vienna's Coffee Houses, Where Geniuses Met, Sign of Decay in Erstwhile Paris of Central Europe". In The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, June 18, 1922, p. 70.


1.        Clement Vautel is the pseudonym of Vautel Clement (1876-1954) French journalist and author.
2.       This famous café was first open in 1847. See http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Closerie_des_Lilas
3.       The Montparnasse was the heart of intellectual and artistic life of Paris in the 1920s and 1930s. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montparnasse
4.       Paul Verlaine (1844-1896) was a French poet associated with the Symbolist movement. He was a renowned representative of the fin de siècle in international and French poetry. See: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Verlaine
5.       George Moore (1852-1933) was an Irish novelist, poet, art critic, and dramatist who lived in Paris from 1873 to 1880, where he met many of the great artists of the day. The book referenced here is likely either Impressions and Opinions (1891) and Modern Painting (1893). See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Moore_(novelist)
6.       Novelle Athene was a café in Place Pigalle in Paris. It was the meeting place for famous impressionist painters, including Matisse, Van Gogh, and Degas. A picture of the café is here:  http://aminouve.free.fr/photos/Lieux/Place%20Pigalle/Nouvelle%20Athenes/PLACE/L%27immeuble/1925.jpg
7.       A kümmel is a sweat, herbed liqueur.  See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%BCmmel
8.       The Schwarzspanierhaus is where Beethoven lived from October 1825 until his death on March 26, 1827. It is located at Schwarspanierstrasse 15 in the 9th district. See http://www.aeiou.at/bt-sth-k.htm
9.       The Freihaus was a huge residential complex that was on land owned by the Starhemberg family, located across from vacant land (a strip of land for the defense of Vienna) from the inner city of Vienna, close to the Staatsoper. It was torn down in the late 1930s. A silent video showing the complex in the 1930s is located here:  http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freihaus_auf_der_Wieden
10.   Located in the 1st District, Die Silberne Café (Die Silberne Kaffeehaus) was opened in 1808. It was famous for serving coffee and food using silver carafes, platters, and other service items. Also, coats were hung on silver coat hooks. This café was the first literary café where famous authors (e.g. Grillparzer and Raimund) came regularly.
11.   Maria Jeritza (1887-1982) was a famed opera singer at the Vienna State Opera from 1912 to 1932. See http://www.nytimes.com/1982/07/11/obituaries/maria-jeritza-star-of-opera-s-golden-age-dies-at-94.html
12.   I have no information about Café Apfel. It was located close to the Musikverein, which is near Karls Kirche and the old Technical High School.  
13.   Hans Makart (1840-1884) see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans_Makart; Hans or Johann Canon (1829-1885), see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans_Canon; and Viktor Tilgner (1844-1896), see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viktor_Oskar_Tilgner
14.   The location is across the street from the Secession. A picture of Café Dobner in 1895 is here: http://www.imc.tuwien.ac.at/history/06_85.htm; Inside the café in 1900: http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/news-photo/cafe-dobner-about-1900-photograph-im-caf%C3%A9-dobner-wien-news-photo/166420097; In 1933, it began hosting performances of a cabaret called “Literature on Naschmarkt.” http://www.kinthetop.at/forschung/kinthetop_6_LiteraturamNaschmarktDetail01.html
15.   Alexander Giradi (1850-1918). See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Girardi; Karl Blasel (1831-1922), see http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_Blasel
16.   The story of Helen Odilon (1865-1939) was a sad one. She was a famous, celebrated actress who took on roles for 13 years at Vienna’s most prestigious theater (The German National Theater). She had a stroke that partially paralyzed her in 1903 and suffered the loss of wealth over time, finally living in poverty. Some time after Thompson saw her selling postcards, she received a small pension from the National Theater and was provided an apartment in a retirement house in nearby Baden. See http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helene_Odilon
17.   Erich Wolfgang Korngold (1897-1957). His opera, Die Tote Stadt, premiered on Dec. 4, 1920. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Die_tote_Stadt
18.   The Café Museum, opened in 1899, is still serving customers at its original location. The original interior was designed by Alfred Loos, but was altered in the late 1930s. Its interior was partially restored in 2003. See  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caf%C3%A9_Museum, http://cargocollective.com/adolfloos/Cafe-Museum, and http://www.galinsky.com/buildings/cafemuseum/
19.   Franz Lehar (1870-1948), Emmerich Kalman (1882-1953, and Oscar Straus (1870-1958) were famous mainly for their operattas, many of which were very popular in Vienna. See
20.   Max Reinhardt (born Maximilian Goldmann) (1873-1943) was born in Baden by Vienna and gained fame as a theater director in Berlin (1902-1933). He was a co-founder of the famous Salzburg Festival. He immigrated to the United States in the late 1930s where he taught acting and directed films. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Reinhardt
21.   This café was still in existence in 1930.
22.   Alfred Gerstenbrand (1891-1977) was a painter, lithographer, and illustrator. He joined the Secessionist movement, then later joined the Wiener Kunstlerhaus, where he was a professor from 1935 to 1951. Some examples of his art recently sold at auction can be seen here:  http://www.artnet.com/artists/alfred-gerstenbrand/past-auction-results. Note that some of his illustrations were sent with Thompson’s article to accompany it.
23.    Arthur Schnitzler (1862-1931) and Ferenc (Franz) Molnar (1878-1952) were famous writers. See http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/explainer/1999/07/who_is_arthur_schnitzler.html and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferenc_Moln%C3%A1r
24.   Likely “Café Conceit” is the famous Café Central. It was located on Herrengasse and reopened there in recent years. Schnitzler was a regular at Café Griensteidl until it was abolished in 1897.
25.   Shavian means in the manner of George Bernard Shaw, who apparently was not a shrinking violet.
26.   The Café Landtmann, located on the Ring next to the Burgtheater, is still a popular attraction in Vienna. See its website here: http://www.landtmann.at/ and a short history here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Landtmann. Later in the 1920s, Café Louvre became the regular meeting place of Anglo-American journalists in Vienna.
27.   Likely Thompson meant Café Frauenhuber, located on Himmelpfortgasse in the 1st District. It still exists and is one of the oldest cafes in Vienna and probably the oldest that has been continuously operated. The website for this café is http://cafefrauenhuber.at/. A short historical note about the café is found at   http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caf%C3%A9_Frauenhuber.
28.   “Schieber café” is not the name of a café, but refers to cafés where profiteers and black market traders met to make deals. An earlier article by Thompson (published in August 1921) described in some detail the dealings at Café Atlantis.