Thursday, February 5, 2015

Thank You, Fellow Citizens and Taxpayers, for All You Did for Me

As I approach my 68th birthday, I need to do something I should have done many years ago: I would like to thank you, fellow citizens and taxpayers, for everything you did for me during my lifetime. Thanks to you and the governments you elected and financed, I have had tremendous opportunities to experience things and to do interesting work that would have been impossible if I had been born in other times or in places where society did not nurture its children, support public services, and provide economic and social stability.


First, thanks for creating the setting for a healthy and happy childhood. When I was born into a family of modest means, the event took place in a government-operated hospital subsidized by tax payers. For a few months, I lived in “city housing,” public housing with cheap rents. When I was growing up, a local government – elected and funded by residents of Fayetteville – paid for the buildings, teachers, and services where I attended schools. Also, they paid for the parks where I played and for the roads that took my dad to work where he could earn a living. When I think of the teachers who worked so hard to educate me and the coaches who challenged me, I have to thank everyone who provided tax money to pay them.

Thanks for the great college education. The people of Arkansas – through taxes paid to their state government – financed much of the cost of the two degrees I earned from the University of Arkansas (a governmental institution), including expenditures to build and operate a beautiful campus and to pay the professors who filled the classrooms with students. When I moved to California, state taxpayers there through their government financed a large part of the expense of the degree I earned from the University of California, one of the best public institutions of higher education in the world. Again, many thanks to taxpayers in both states for paying taxes that helped these universities have quality programs to prepare people like me for their future.

Also, I should also thank the taxpayers of the United States and Austria who provided funds for the Fulbright Fellowship program that financed a year of research in Vienna. That year was a highlight of my life. Many thanks! 

Thanks for a great job and interesting work. As a faculty member at the University of Georgia, a public university, taxpayers paid, in part, my salary. There, the numerous projects with local governments in Georgia and with partners in many different countries were financed at least in part by taxpayer funds. So, many thanks for the taxes you paid that helped fund my teaching and research, and the different projects in which I took part to improve local governments throughout the world.

Thanks for the great libraries. My research was (and still is) done in taxpayer-funded libraries operated by governments. I cannot imagine my life without these places. Thanks for paying taxes for the creation and operation of such centers of learning, thought, and exploration.

Thanks for a secure retirement.  In retirement, I depend in part on government-administered social security payments and Medicare. Both are managed reasonably well by the federal government, and, if I live long enough, both will continue paying benefits long after the amount of my contributions have been exceeded. Thanks for that security financed by the taxes you pay.

Finally, thanks for life-long national security and personal safety. Throughout my life, taxpayers have helped finance hugely expensive government programs that have provided national security and local protection. Because of these programs, there have been few threats of foreign invasions and most people have been safe from crime in their daily lives. So, thanks to everyone who helped pay for national defense and local government police protection, and even greater thanks to the people who take the dangerous and difficult jobs to carry out the programs.

I should also thank taxpayers for other things, such as the great roads that take me quickly from place to place and coast to coast, the airports at which I have spent so much time, the national forests and parks I have visited, and many other things have made life both more efficient and rich. Please include these things in my overall thanks.



Over the years, I have tried to repay the great debt that I owe taxpayers by cheerfully paying my full share of taxes to help finance government programs, even those such as public schools from which I get no direct benefit. I hope that some of you taxpayers (or your kids) have found them valuable. (Wouldn't I be a jerk if, after benefiting so much from programs paid mostly by others, I complained about having to pay my share of taxes for government activities that enable the following generations to have the opportunities I had?)

I have also tried to repay my debt to taxpayers by working seriously and hard to provide things of value (mostly knowledge, information, and skills) to students and to others who took classes that I taught, participated in the programs I managed, or read the results of my research. I hope that by the end my accomplishments will have justified the sacrifices made by taxpayers. If they don't, it was my fault and I apologize. If they did, I know I  didn't achieve them alone.

So, thanks again to all the people, past and present, who have paid their fair share of taxes, making it possible for people like me to have so many opportunities in life. I hope that I and others of my generation, and those that follow, will continue to pass along such opportunities to others.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Visiting Israel, February 1968

I went to Israel in 1968 during the University of Vienna’s month-long semester break. At the time, I was studying at the Institute of European Studies (IES), which was part of the University, whose its fall semester ended in late January and whose spring semester began in March.

With no classes in February, students had time for long trips, and the Austrian student travel association (ÖKISTA) offered the most enticing travel options, including a group trip to Israel. Its prices were cheap, but then students in Europe had plenty of opportunities to enjoy life at reduced prices. 

The Israel trip included travel by ship from Italy to Israel, with stops along the way, plus two weeks in the country, at an all-inclusive price that was barely believable. I hopped on board, as did several other fellow IES students.

Although it barely occurred to me at the time, the dirt-cheap price likely was related to the “Six Day War” that Israel had fought seven months earlier, in June 1967. Israel had battled Syria, Egypt, and Jordan. After winning the war decisively, it had occupied land taken from its opponents. Some people might have had second thoughts about traveling to a country, aboard one of its ships, whose existence was under threat by most of its neighbors. I, being young, did not, of course, give this situation a second thought.  
Dan Durning & Mike Ramaker, 1968

The travel group included two of my Parisergasse suite-mates (God rest the soul of our Hausfrau, Frau Winckler). They were Mike Ramaker and Jack (last name escapes me). Mike (from Indiana) and Jack (from Florida) were roommates, but did not care much for each other. I shared an adjacent bedroom with roommate Tom Dodds (a Texan). I enjoyed being around Mike, whose sarcasm and acerbic comments often amused me. Also, I had a friendly acquaintance with Jack, but we had little in common.

The Journey to Israel

The group of about 20 students, plus a few older folks, took off early one February morning in a bus heading toward Italy. We spent a night in Venice and the next day we arrived in Naples, where we boarded an Israeli passenger ship aptly named the Dan. The ship was named after a city located during Biblical days in what is now the northeast corner of Israel.
Israel Ship, the "Dan" in the Port of Athens, Feb. 1968

The Dan made several stops on the way to Israel, giving us a few hours to visit different ports, including Athens (Greece), Rhodes (Greek island), Izmir (Turkey), and Cyprus. Most impressive was the chance to see Athens, a striking and inspiring city whose ancient buildings and ruins remind us of the advanced civilizations that paved the way for the modern world. At the time I was there, Greece also was a reminder of threats to democracy: it was under military control. (Later, memories of my short visit in Athens enhanced my enjoyment of the movie “Z”, which came out in 1969, about a military dictatorship in Greece.)
The Acropolis, Athens,  February 1968

The hours in Rhodes, an island on which one of the original several wonders of the world was located, left me with a strong desire to return to this beautiful island. Maybe in 2015.

Cyprus was a tense place with armed soldiers eyeing everyone around them. Crossing the border from the Greek part of Cyprus to the Turkish part, and vice versa, was harrowing. At the time, Cyprus was in the midst of campaigning for a late February presidential election. Somehow I ended up with a campaign poster for the leading candidate, Makarios III, who won re-election; sadly the poster was made of such cheap paper that it quickly deteriorated.

Most of the sailing was done in the evenings and nights after the port visits, and the ship provided ample post-dinner entertainment. One night a hypnotist provided a show and one of his “subjects” was an IES student. The show went well, with the hypnotized student doing silly things as ordered by the hypnotist; then, near the end the act the “hypnotized” student turned his eyes to his friends in the  audience and winked to let us in on the joke. Also one night, a costume contest was held and someone convinced me to go as “Baby Hughie,” wearing a sheet as a diaper. I did not win the best costume prize and am glad that no photos have survived.

Of the several days on the ocean, one night stands out. It was the night we were hit by a storm that tossed us around like a dare-devil carnival ride. I downed some Dramamine, got into my upper bunk bed and promptly went to sleep, awakening periodically when a great swell threw me from one side of the bed to the other.

Arrival in Israel and the First Visits

The ship arrived in Haifa in the northern part of Israel. The initial view of the city was dominated by a large gold-domed Bahai Temple that sat midway up a ridge on the east side of the city. 

When going into the city for the first time, we were pleased to find that the weather was mild and the trees were green. It was a pleasure to trade the Austrian winter for these new surroundings.
Hill above Haifa, Feb. 1968 (Bahai Temple)

Most of the group headed off for a week at a Kibbutz, but Mike and I, being lazy and independent types, decided that we would go our own way and meet up later with the others for the scheduled tour. We stayed at a hotel in Netanya, a coastal city south of Haifa with about 55,000 residents. Our room was a short walk to the Mediterranean Sea.  The hotel served tasty kosher meals, the first I had eaten.

During the week in Netanya, Mike and I went to Jerusalem a couple of times. That required taking a bus from Netanya to Tel Aviv, then boarding another bus from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem. We quickly figured out that the country is tiny, the bus system was efficient and travel times were quite manageable.
Dan D. at Netanya Beach, Feb. 1968

We wandered around the arid and largely treeless underdeveloped eastern side of the city that had been part of Jordan until June 1967. In this hilly area, families lived mostly in modest huts, and it was not rare to see people riding on donkeys.

In contrast to the languid pace of life and desolation on the east side of Jerusalem, the western part of city, which had been part of Israel from its early years, was a high-energy modern city. It had new buildings and heavy traffic, and most people wore western dress. It seemed to occupy a different world that the one inhabited only a few miles away by the people in east Jerusalem.
Dwelling in East Jerusalem (formerly part of Jordan), Feb. 1968

Looking to the Walled City from East Jerusalem, Feb. 1968

The Old Walled City was an exotic place for an innocent traveler who not experienced the color, smells, and jostling bustle of Arab commerce. In many parts of the city, the narrow passageways were lined with small shops selling foods, clothes, tobaccos, and other goods that came without packaging. The oddly dressed crowds, the emphatic conversations in an unfamiliar language, and the energetic efforts of the sellers created an impression of chaotic strangeness that, alone, was worth the trip. I watched in amazement as others lived lives that I had not imagined.
Eastern Wall of Jerusalem, Temple Mount and Dome of the Rock in the Middle, Feb. 1968

View of War Damage and Dome of the Rock from Within the Walled City, Feb. 1968

When entering the Walled City, evidence of the recent war was prominent. The history of the war describes fierce fighting for it, including hand-to-hand combat on Temple Mount, an area of the city sacred to both Muslims and Jews. Many of the battles took place at its entrances. Seven month later, bullet marks and damage from explosives still scarred both the walls and buildings near them.
Damaged Spire, see picture above for
the location

Aside from the Jerusalem visits, the most memorable experience during the first week was time spent in Caesarea, which lay several miles up the coast from Netanya, about half way to Haifa. Mike and I went there by bus to see the ruins of this ancient Roman city. We had the whole place to ourselves as we walked amid the remains of a coliseum and strolled among fallen columns and shells of buildings. It looked as if an earthquake had destroyed a large Roman city and the ruins and rubble had remained largely untouched for centuries.

When we walked a short way to the shore of the Mediterranean Sea to view the ruins from that perspective, a local kid ran up to us to offer some wet Roman coins he had fished  from the Sea. I bought one for a small price, but much of it disintegrated when it dried. Still, I was awed to hold this item in my hand and wonder in what other hands and pockets it had been since it was created, and how it had ended up in the water.
Fallen Columns at Caesarea, Feb. 1968

We enjoyed the Caesarea ruins so much that we did not notice that it was getting dark. At last, we realized that we had to leave before night fully came. We went to the bus stop to find we had missed the last bus that would take us back. So, in the darkness we walked a couple miles down an empty road between Caesarea and a bus stop on Highway 2. For a second I wondered whether I should be scared, but decided nothing could happen on such a peaceful night while walking in the company of a multitude of Roman ghosts.









Walking Path in Caesarea, Feb. 1968



Caesarea at Sundown, February 1968

The Top to Bottom Tour

After a week on our own in Netanya, Mike and I joined with the rest of the University of Vienna group for a tour that took us from one end of Israel (Golan Heights) to the other (Eilat), with many stops in between. We had a knowledgeable guide, who sometimes offered a little too much information. Despite occasional yawns, we learned much from him.

The following is an overview of some of the places we more memorable places we visited:

Golan Heights (Occupied Syria). We went up to the southern edge of the Golan Heights that overlook the Sea of Galilee and the surrounding parts of Israel. Until June 1967, the Golan Heights had been part of Syria from which it could easily fire weapons, mortar and artillery at Israeli settlements below. It provided Syria with a commanding military position.
Sign showing location of former frontier on road to
Golan Heights, Feb. 1968

To Damascus with Love, on the Road to
Golan Heights, Feb. 1968

We stood on top of Syrian military bunkers to view the green valley and the stunted hills that stretched before us. From there, we saw the well-tended land surrounding the Sea of Galilee and the small mountains that arose in the distance. 
Viewing Northern Israel from the Top of a Syrian Bunker; Guide is in front;
IES students Winnie (light hair,  side view), Mike Ramaker (beside her), and
Pat Hurley (sun glasses facing camera) can be seen

View of the Sea of Galilee from the Golan Heights

Service at the Ruins of an Old Church by the Sea of Galilee, Feb. 1968

Megiddo (In Greek, the name in Armageddon). This site is located in the northern part of Israel about 25 miles from Haifa.  For many of the pre-Christian Era centuries, it occupied a strategic location guarding a narrow pass on a trade route that connected Egypt with Assyria. At this site, cities were built at different times from 7000 BC to 586 BC., and they were repeatedly destroyed by battles, then rebuilt again.  

Archaeological excavations of Megiddo have found 26 layers of ruins that accumulated during it 6,500 years of existence. Visiting these ruins created a new appreciation of the scope of history that has been lived in times before ours. The six and a quarter centuries between the time of Columbus’ arrival in the “New World” and the present is less than a tenth of the time of Meggido’s existence.   
Some views are better than others: IES Student Pat Hurley, Feb. 1968

Inspired by my visit to this site, I tracked down a book, The Source, by James Michener, that tells the story of a fictional ancient city in Israel resembling Megiddo and lives of people living there as it was repeatedly destroyed and rebuilt.

 Jerusalem. Returning to the city with the group, I visited major spots important to Christian, Jewish, and Muslim faiths. The city of full of them; many of the Christian sites are associated with the crucifixion story.  Probably the most famous – and certainly the most visible – place in the Walled City is the Dome of the Rock, on Temple Mount. This Muslim Shrine was built on the location of the Jewish Second Temple, which was destroyed by the Romans in 70 C.E. (aka A.D.). The Dome of the Rock is built over the “Foundation Stone.” According to Muslims, it is from this stone that Muhammad ascended to heaven. Jews regarded the “Foundation Stone” as the holiest spot on earth; it was the “Holy of Holies” during the time the Second Temple was located there.
Dome of the Rock, Feb. 1968
After visiting the various religious shires and holy place, I enjoyed walking around the Walled City. As I was hunting for souvenirs just before our group was about to leave, a slick-talking hustler started walking uninvited beside me and acting as a tour guide, pointing out interesting things in the area. After walking beside me for about 15 minutes and gently steering me in a direction I was not sure I wanted to go, he stopped and pointed to a building. He told me that his lovely sister was there and was available for a small fee. When I thanked him for his kind offer, but said I needed to get back to my group, he suddenly became belligerent and demanded pay for his “tour” services. Another lesson learned.

Market on Narrow Street in Jerusalem, Feb. 1968

Bethlehem and Jericho (occupied Jordan). We made a trip to sites well known to Christians, including a church that purported to be built at the birthplace of Jesus. This area had been occupied by Israel six months earlier, and we did not seem particularly welcome, except by sellers of trinkets.
Market in Bethlehem, Feb. 1968
Dead Sea/Masada.  The Dead Sea is huge body of water, framed by bare, inhospitable mountains. We got to spend enough time at the Dead Sea to prove that, in fact, it was impossible to drown in such salty water. Then we went to a legendary site in Jewish history, Masada. It was at this mountain, as described by the historian Josephus Flavius, that a band of zealous Jews held out against the invading Roman army in 73 A.D. The mountain top – where the defenders had their garrison -- was accessible only by a winding, narrow path. The Romans surrounded the mountain and laid siege, then they built scaffolding for passage up the mountain. When they finally were able to enter Masada, they found that all of the defenders had killed themselves. Some historians claim that Josephus Flavius’s story was not accurate and no mass suicide occurred, but it is still told as an example of Jewish resistance to invaders.   
The Trail up to the Top of Masada, Feb. 1968

The Buildings and Fortifications on Masada

View of the Dead Sea from Masada, Feb. 1968

In 1968, the only way to get to the top of Masada was to walk up a steep, winding, and, in places, narrow path. Now, a cable car is available to whisk lazy people to the top. On the top of Masada are ruins of the military outpost. Also, the top provides a sweeping view of the Dead Sea. 

Eilat. Most of the southern part of Israel is made up of the Negev Desert; the drive from Be’er Sheva to Eilat passes through rugged and largely uninhabited desert land. After driving through the desert, it is a relief to reach Eilat, a city located on the Red Sea’s Gulf of Aqaba. The water was pristine. We took a glass-bottomed boat to view the under-water world of the Gulf. 

After a couple of days to float in the warm Gulf waters, we headed back to Haifa for the trip back to Vienna. 

Heading Back

The trip to Israel left some strong impressions. Some of them came from having spent so many hours as a kid in Sunday school and church hearing stories from the Bible. It was exciting to see the places whose names I had heard so often: Jerusalem, Sea of Galilee, Bethlehem, Nazareth, Mount of Olives, Jericho, etc. 

Other impressions were of the state of Israel. It was a surprisingly small country and much of it was made up of an inhospitable desert. It was hard to believe that a country with so little land and so few resources, surrounded by hostile neighbors, had been so successful. 

I was surprised that Israel had such a distinctly modern and Western feel, and the differences between the places we visited that had been part of Israel since its creation and the parts that had been occupied seven months earlier were stark. Visiting the occupied areas was stepping back in time.  
  
As we were headed back to Vienna, on the day I turned 21, I thought to myself how much I had enjoyed visiting Israel, what a great opportunity it had been for me to travel there, and how much I had learned from the trip. Even now, more that 45 years later, I still feel the same. 


(Note: I took all of the photographs except for the two that I am in.)

Monday, January 5, 2015

September 12, 1931: Journalist Friedrick Scheu Meets Actress Luise Rainer After Her Vienna Debut

On reading of the death on December 30th of actress Luise Rainer (1910-2014), I recalled her connections in the early 1930s to two reporters who were part of the Anglo-American Press Association (A-APA) and the Café Louvre Circle, both made up of reporters in Vienna who covered Central Europe and the Balkans for newspapers in the United States and England.[1]  In fact, one reporter, Friedrich Scheu, who was part of both groups, attended her debut stage performance in Vienna on September 12, 1931 and afterwards co-hosted a party for her and others who staged the theater production.
Publicity Photo of Luise Rainer (www.icollector.com)

Scheu (1905-1985) was a Vienna native, the son of a well-known lawyer, Dr. Gustav Scheu (1875-1935), who served on the Vienna city council as a Social Democrat during the First Republic. His mother, Helene Scheu-Riesz (1880-1970), was a writer who had considerable success with her books for children and as a publisher.[2] This liberal Jewish family lived in the Hietzing district (13th) of Vienna where they had a house designed for them by Alfred Loos in 1912. It was called Haus Scheu [3] At this house, Frau Scheu-Riesz hosted a salon that was visited by many famous Viennese such as Loos, Oskar Kokoschka and Alban Berg. The house at Larochegasse 3, which still stands, was known as the “Haus der Begegnung” (house of encounters).[4]

In his book, Der Weg ins Ungewisse: Österreichs Schicksalskurve 1929-1936 (The Way into the Uncertain: The Arc of Austria’s Fate), Scheu wrote the following about his first encounter with Luise Rainer:

"On the evening of September 12, 1931, there occurred an event of interest to Vienna: the first night of a play by the German playwright Fritz von Unruh at the Volkstheater. The piece was named “Phäa” and it addressed in an ironic form the fate of a bit movie actress who wanted to become a star. The actress in the main role has to climb into a lion’s cage, and a key moment in the piece lies in the instructions that the film director gives to the camera crew: “If the lion, God forbid, should eat the young lady, don’t stop filming!” The play was a satire on the inhumanity of the film industry.
Coincidentally the play brought a small, unknown actress from Düsseldorf to Vienna soil for the first time. Her name was Louise [sic] Rainer and the premiere in Vienna was for her the opening of a fairy tale film career in Hollywood.[5] The role that she played in Unruh’s piece had many parallels to her own fate.
The director of the play, Fritz Peter Buch was acquainted with my parents and after the premiere we had a small celebration at the home of my parents on Laroche Gasse – Fritz von Unruh, Fritz Peter Buch, Louise Rainer, and Hans Schweikart, who played the lead male role. The celebration of the success of the premiere lasted into the early morning hours."[6]
The Scheu House, Designed by Alfred Loos in 1912
http://www.galinsky.com/buildings/scheu/scheu02.jpg

In 1931, at the time of this party for Rainer and her colleagues, Scheu was not only a lawyer working in his father’s firm, but also was the Vienna correspondent for the British Labor Party’s newspaper, the London Daily Herald. As a member of a prosperous and prominent family, he had been able to travel with his parents to the U.S. (1926) and England, where his mother had lived for a while. Also, he perfected his English when he spent 18 months in England on an exchange program. He had taken on the journalist position in 1929 and was one of the first members of the Anglo-American Press Association when it formed in 1930. 
Friedrick Scheu (photo from book cover)

Apparently Scheu was a well-liked member of the A-APA (he was elected its secretary in 1931), and he also spent time at the Café Louvre with the journalists who hung out there. Among his colleagues was Robert Best (1896-1952), the heart and soul of the Café Louvre Circle. Scheu described him as “one of my best friends."[7] There is some irony in that description because Best, a South Carolina native who wrote for the United Press news agency, stayed in Austria after the Anschluss and was in Germany during the war, from which he made propaganda broadcasts. His broadcasts were filled with anti-Semitic remarks; as mentioned earlier, Scheu was a Jew.[8] Best was convicted in 1948 by a U.S. court of treason.

Another of Scheu’s colleagues was John Gunther (1901-1970), who had arrived in Vienna in 1930 to write for the Chicago Daily News. Gunther was another acquaintance of Luise Rainer; in fact according to William Shirer, one of Gunther’s friends, his infatuation with her was a major source of tension in his marriage. Apparently in the 1930s, Rainer had many men in love with her and she paid no special attention to Gunther.[9] 

After Gunther left Vienna in 1935, he wrote a novel, a roman-à-clef, about his Vienna years in which he and his wife are the two main characters. It was scheduled to be published as Ring Around Vienna in Spring, 1938, but the publication was halted because of fear that a libel suit might be brought against the publisher: the book contained an unflattering portrayal of a character named James Drew who could clearly be identified as Robert Best. The book was finally published in 1964 as The Lost City. One of the major characters in the novel – Richardo Stein, a lawyer-journalist and zealous social democrat -- was clearly based on Friedrich Scheu. From Scheu’s depiction in the novel, it is clear that Gunther thought highly of him.[10]  Though the book’s lead character, Mason Jarrett (the ersatz Gunther), is good friends with a nightclub singer, the daughter of his landlord, and a young artist, he does not link up with beautiful young woman who becomes a Hollywood movie star.
John and Frances Gunther in 1929
(photo from Inside:
The Biography of John Gunther)

As described in Gunther’s novel, Scheu was not only a lawyer and journalist, but also an ardent socialist.. He had been active as a youngster in the Socialist youth movement. After the 1934 civil war, the Social Democratic party, outlawed by the Austro-fascist government, went underground, but covertly Scheu remained an active member of the party.  When someone tipped off the police that Scheu was reading outlawed newspapers and journals, he was arrested in January 1935, but he was released without imprisonment. The A-APA was active in efforts to get his release.

After his release, Scheu went to the American embassy to thank the ranking diplomat there, George Messersmith (1881 – 1960), for assistance in obtaining his release. (In fact, the Americans could do nothing to assist him because he was not an American citizen and reported only part time for an American press agency.) Messersmith mentioned his meeting with Scheu in a letter to one of his superiors:

"A few days ago a young Austrian lawyer here, Dr. Scheu, who on the side also reports for the Daily Herald in London and for the Federated Press at home, was detained by the police and his house searched. He is a young fellow about thirty, whose father is a prominent lawyer here with close connections with the United State. The young man is quite a Socialist, as is he family. As soon as he was arrested the Vice President of the Anglo-American Press Association here called me up and wanted me to do something. I told him that I could not until we knew what he was detained for, and then it was much a question whether I could even make the most informal enquiry, as he was an Austrian and his newspaper connection was principally with the Daily Herald, and that his American connection with the Federated Press was attenuated that I felt there was really nothing we could do…. He was in fact released on the afternoon of the same day.
George Messersmith, Dec. 2, 1946
http://content.time.com/time/covers/0,16641,19461202,00.html

"I took the opportunity of Scheu's call on me to talk to him, and I find that he is a Socialist of such an exaggerated type that he is more interested in there being a socialist government in Austria than in the maintenance of Austria….I found the young man one of these liberals who are so prejudiced they cannot even consider anyone else's point of view. I pointed out to him that anyone who held such strong view as he did had to consider very seriously as to whether he was not coloring his news with his prejudices, even when he was serving socialist papers. I gathered the impression that he considered himself more of an advocate than a reporter."[11]

When Germany invaded Austria in 1938, Scheu had to quickly escape the city and find a clever way to do so. He went to Prague, where his wife joined him; then to England. After some years, the parents were reunited with the child they had to leave behind in Vienna with this wife’s mother. Scheu spent the war years in England. After the war, he worked as a reporter for the Daily Herald. In 1954, he returned to Vienna to report on international affairs for the Arbeiterzeitung, the newspaper of the Social Democrats. He remained in that position until 1972. 

Scheu wrote several books that documented his times. His book Der Weg in Ungewisse is a memoir of the interwar years. It contains the best and most complete account of the A-APA and the Café Louvre Circle that is available, and it tells the story of his work as a correspondent and socialist activist in Vienna in the 1930s. [12]
Luise Rainer
http://www.theplace2.ru/photos/Luise-Rainer-md3751/pic-242377.html
Likely, Scheu included the information about the night of September 12, 1931 and his meeting with Luise Rainer in his memoir because who can forget their encounters with famous movie stars, especially one as attractive and talented as Luise Rainer.


Notes

 [1] Luise Rainer died on December 30, 2014. She was a German actress, who had great success in Vienna before she immigrated to the United States in 1935. The following year, she won an Oscar for Best Actress and she won the same award again in 1937.  Wikipedia has a nice biographical sketch of her life and career at this link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luise_Rainer
For an excellent obituary, with clips from several of her movies, see http://www.theguardian.com/film/2014/dec/30/luise-rainer

I have a research interest in foreign correspondents in Vienna during the inter-war period. Here are some links to other things I have written on the topic.

Vienna’s Café Louvre in the 1920-1930s: Meeting Place for Foreign Correspondents

Marcel W Fodor: Foreign Correspondent

A Great Night at Cafe Louvre in Vienna (February 2012)

John and Frances Gunther Celebrate the New Year, Vienna, December 31, 1930 (January 2013)


[2] She immigrated to the United States in 1935. For more information on Helene Scheu-Riesz, see these links:



http://sophie.byu.edu/node/3299  (several columns she wrote for the Neue Freie Presse can be found here)


Some information (in German) on Gustav Scheu is available at this link:  http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustav_Scheu

Gustav, Helene, Friedrich and his wife Herta are all buried in a family plot at Feuerhalle Simmering, a cemetery located beside Vienna’s first crematorium.


[4] Austrian Radio Network (ÖRF) interview with Friedrich Scheu on January 5, 1977. It can be heard at this link:  http://www.mediathek.at/atom/017829D2-2C2-008F5-00000BEC-01772EE2

[5] (Although the name “Louise” is used in the text, the correct first name Luise is in the index.

[6] See  Friedrich Scheu.1972. Der Weg ins Ungewisse: Österreichs Schicksalskurve 1929-1938. Verlag Fritz Molden. P. 92. (I translated the paragraphs from German.)

Fritz von Unruh (1885-1970] was the son of a German army general and also served as an army officer until 1912. He left the military to pursue a writing career. Much of his writings were anti-war and could be calledexpressionist. He was a staunch opponent of the Nazis, and left Germany in 1932 after Hitler seized power. He was for many years a refugee in the United States. He returned to Germany in 1962.

Fritz Peter Buch (1894-1964) was a director for Max Reinhardt’s Deutsche Theater in Berlin. Buch later directed propaganda files for the Nazis after they gained power in Germany.

Hans Schweikart (1895 – 1975) was a successful actor, film director, and screenwriter.  He directed 26 films between 1938 and 1968. According to the William Grange in his Historical Directory of German Theater, Schweikart during the Third Reich, Schweikart “had been a much-favored director and playwright under Goebbels, but his reputation survived.” See http://www.hans-schweikart.de/

[7] Scheu interview (see note 4)

The Cafe Louvre Circle was an informal one that came into being over time. Best did his work at the Café Louvre and it became a place for journalist to get together informally to find out what had been going on in Central Europe and the Balkans. It was located just a few steps away from telegraph and telephone services. (See https://www.scribd.com/doc/81223692/Vienna-s-Cafe-Louvre-in-the-1920s-1930s-Meeting-Place-for-Foreign-Correspondents )

The Austrian Anglo-American Press Association was created in 1930, soon after the arrival of John Gunther and Whit Burnett from their posts in Paris. It was modeled on the Anglo-American press association in Paris.  

[8] John Carver Edwards. 1982. Bob Best Considered: An Expatriate's Long Road to Treason.
North Dakota Quarterly , 50(1), Winter, pp. 73-90

[9] John Cuthbertson. 1992. Inside: The Biography of John Gunther. Bonus Books. "He fell for her to an extent that I don't think Frances [Gunther's wife] was pleased. John had a roving eye and liked to flirt." Rainer later recalled: "He was tall, husky, and blond. He was, of course, very bright and had a great sense of humor. I thought he was a terribly nice fellow... However, I must say something simply and brusquely: I was never in love with him, or anything of that kind."

[10] John Gunther. 1964. The Lost City. Harper & Row.  In his novel, Gunther built much of the plot around important events in Austria from 1930 to 1934. His characters, based on his journalist colleagues in Vienna, kept the personality and some background of each person, but changed many of the details and fictionalized many of their actions. For example, in the novel, Richardo Stein was a Viennese lawyer as well as a journalist and was a committed social democrat (both of which Scheu was). He also flew his own airplane (Scheu did not) and was killed during the 1934 civil war (Scheu was not).

[11] The letter is from G.S. Messersmith to J. Pierrepont Moffet, U.S. Department of State, dated January 19, 1935. It can be downloaded from this site:  http://udspace.udel.edu/handle/19716/6438, p. 8

[12]  His books include: Ein Band der Freundschaft: Schwarzwald-Kreis und Entstehung der Vereinigung Sozialistischer Mittelschuler. 1985; “Humor als Waffe”: Politishen Kaberett in der Ersten Republic. 1977; Die Emigrationspresse der Sozialisten: 1938-1945. 1969; The Early Days of the Anglo-Austrian Society. 1969; and Die Englische Arbeiterregierung, 1949. One book is in English: English Labor and the Beveridge Plan, 1943. This book was published by the Island Press, which was an American publishing house owned by his mother. 

Friday, November 28, 2014

Hungarian Apache in a Budapest Wurtsel: Dorothy Thompson Talks to Ferenc Molnár about Liliom and Life

In late 1921, Dorothy Thompson, a fledgling reporter for the Philadelphia Public Ledger, visited Ferenc (Franz) Molnár, the famous Hungarian playwright, at his Budapest apartment. She went there with her good friend Josef Bard (whom she married in 1923 and from whom she was divorced in 1927), a Hungarian intellectual who knew Molnár. Because Molnár did not speak English and Thompson did not speak Hungarian, Bard translated the conversation.
Page 1 of Thompson's manuscript

Her story about the interview was published in the Ledger, illustrated by Viennese artist Alfred Gerstenbrand. Although I have not seen the published article, I have read a carbon copy of the typed manuscript, dated December 6, 1921, that she submitted to her newspaper.[1] Its title is “A LITTLE FLAT – A STRONG COGNAC – A GOOD BLACK COFFEE.” The subtitle is “Franz Molnar, Author of the New York Success, “Liliom”, Explains Why He Prefers to Remain in Budapest, and Talks About Life, Art, and His Desires.”

Reading the manuscript, I was both puzzled and intrigued by this early paragraph that described the play that had brought Molnár renown the previous year in New York City:

[Molnár] took a Budapest apache for his hero, and the Budapest Coney-Island for his scene, and from such stuff as these fashioned “Liliom,” a play which charmed and provoked New York last year as no play presented in many seasons has done, and which was the most brilliant success in the New York Theater Guild’s career of successes. “Liliom” is Budapest in the old days before the war; “Liliom” is the wurtsel at the height of its shrieking glory.

This paragraph made me curious not only about the play, Liliom, but also what a “wurtsel” and a “Budapest apache” were.  In addition, after reading Thompson’s description of her talk with Molnár, I wanted to know more about him and his life.

A Wurtsel?

First, what the heck is a “wurtsel”?  As far as I can tell, the word does not exist in formal German or Hungarian or English. I thought that perhaps Thompson meant to use the word “würstel,” which means frankfurter in Italian and sausage in Austria (e.g. bratwurst, currywurst, blutwurst) or the German word “wurzel,” which means root (the pronunciation of “z” and “ts” are similar).  However, she clearly did not mean “sausage” or “root” in the context of the word’s use. 
Re-reading her article, I noted that she began it by describing, lyrically, a walk through a rather desolate amusement park (the setting for much of Liliom) on her way to meet Molnár:

The Budapest amusement park has fallen upon evil days. Scenic railways, roller coasters, and ferris wheels, shrouded in canvass, look like the distorted ghosts of dead Hilarity. The cheerful roar of the wheels and the wheedling cries of the Barkers are almost stilled. Here and there a weary spieler drones out the merits of his attractions to a thin sprinkling of sausage-eating servant girls and loud-laughed factory hands. But the amusement park has followed the decline of the city….

Then she wrote, “...the Budapest wurtsel is silent and the voice of the spieler is no longer heard in the land….” In this context, it became clear that she used “wurtsel” as slang for “amusement park.” I can find no other uses of the word with this meaning through a google search or a search of the assorted English language newspapers in the newspapers.com data base. So either the use of this slang word was rare or was limited to Europe.  Perhaps she made it up.

Budapest Apache

The meaning of “Budapest apache” was easier to discover. Obviously the word “apache” did not refer to a member of the Native American Apache tribe. Instead the word was borrowed from the French who used it to refer to members of criminal street gangs in Paris beginning in the 1890s. Thompson was likely acquainted with the word because she lived in Paris for a few months in 1920 when some remnants of the gangs were still around. 
More about the French apaches can be found in a 2014 book, The Golden Moments in Paris: A Guide to the Paris of the 1920s, by John Baxter.  This engaging book contains a chapter titled “Wild in the Streets, Les Apaches.”  According to Baxter, “For the last decades of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th , gangs of young apaches (pronounced “arpash”) terrorized working-class Paris, particularly the districts of Montmartre and Belleville….Apaches combined in gangs with flamboyant names, each advertising its mastery of a particular of turf: the Tattooed of Ivry or the Beauty Marks of St. Ouen.”

He continued, “Their specialty was street robbery, for which they split into small groups. While two kept watch, one would throttle the victim from behind and another rifled his pockets.”

Describing the apaches, he wrote:

The uniform of the Parisian apaches featured [a] …tight jacket, trousers, and loose cloth cap … [with] a horizontally striped sailor’s jersey and a gold-fringed crimson sash, which could be wrapped around the hand in a knife fight or tied on the face as a mask. Tight shoes of yellow leather completed the outfit—not forgetting the important accessory, a short wooden-handled knife. …

Apache women, known as lamfe’, wore gaudy blouses brightly colored aprons over their dresses, and a black velvet ribbon around their throats. They took great trouble with their hair, but wore no hats. At a time when respectable women never went outdoors bareheaded, this omission flagrantly announced their renegade status.[2]

After these descriptions, Baxter wryly observed, “Apache gangs would have been more dangerous had they not wasted so much time and effort on their wardrobes and on fighting bloody turf wars.”

From Baxter’s chapter, a vivid picture of an “apache” emerges and clearly Thompson is labeling Liliom, the lead male character in Molnár’s play named after him as an Apache, a charming, womanizing, petty criminal. When the play begins Liliom is a barker in a Budapest wurtsel and, in most productions of the play, is dressed in attire resembling a Paris Apache.

Molnár’s Liliom

Liliom followed Molnár’s 1907 play, The Devil, which was a big hit in Budapest and by 1908 it was popular in New York city where four theater companies were simultaneously performing the play, two in English, one in German, and one in Yiddish.[3]  He wrote Liliom in three weeks, sitting in Budapest’s New York Café, where he was a regular. He was dismayed when in 1909 Liliom was a critical and commercial failure in Hungary.   

As explained by the New Yorker:

The playgoers came expecting to laugh. In the same theatre Molnar had diverted them with farces like The Lawyer, his first play and with sex comedies like The Devil, which had been a resounding international success, Liliom permitted them to laugh only occasionally and wryly. Moreover, the hero had the effrontery to die in the fifth scene and saunter up to Heaven. To kill off an actor might be all right in the Burgtheater in Vienna, where acute morality was a staple; in a place like the Gaiety [Theater], it was bad form.[4] 
 
Movie Poster for Fritz Lang
version of Liliom, 1934
http://www.cinemapassion.com/
affiche-film-7097.html
The play is a strange one and was a departure from his previous witty, ironic, and often cynical stories that were so popular. Its plot is summarized in Wikipedia as follows:

The play takes place partly in Budapest, Hungary, and partly in a waiting area just outside Heaven. The story concerns Liliom, a tough, cocky carousel barker who falls in love with Julie, a young woman who works as a maid. When both lose their jobs, Liliom begins mistreating Julie out of bitterness — even slapping her once — although he loves her. When she discovers she is pregnant, he is deliriously happy, but, unbeknownst to Julie, he agrees to participate with his friend Ficsúr, a criminal, in a hold-up to obtain money to provide for the child. Liliom is unwilling to leave Julie and return to his jealous former employer, the carousel owner Mrs. Muskat, and feels that the robbery is his only way left to obtain financial security. The hold-up is a disaster, but Ficsúr escapes, and Liliom kills himself to avoid capture. He is sent to a fiery place, presumably Purgatory. Sixteen years later, he is allowed to return to Earth for one day to do a good deed for his now teenage daughter, Louise, whom he has never met. If he succeeds, he will be allowed to enter Heaven. He fails in the attempt, and is presumably sent to Hell. The ending, though, focuses on Julie, who obviously remembers Liliom fondly.[5]


Liliom, the “Budapest apache,” is a smooth talking, seducing tough guy with little refinement. He is largely an unsavory person, though he has some good characteristics beneath his rough exterior. With his personality and background, it is not too much of a surprise when he decides to take part in a robbery.
Scene from a Budapest Production of Liliom
http://www.guidetomusicaltheatre.com/
biographies/molnar.htm

Despite its failure in 1909, Liliom was, in English translation, a major success on Broadway in 1921. In the following years, it became enormously popular and could frequently be seen in stage productions in the major capitals and small regional theaters of the world. It still can be viewed today. In February 2014, Liliom was produced by the Beautiful Soup Theater in Broadway in New York City (see http://www.beautifulsouptheatercollective.org/liliom-photos.html ) and when I was in Vienna in September, the city’s premier theater, the Burgtheater, was performing the play. In January 2015, the Hamburg Ballet will be staging a ballet version of Liliom that it premiered in 2013 (see  http://www.hamburgballett.de/e/_liliom.htm) .
The stage play was the basis for several movie versions of the story. Probably the most successful was produced by Fritz Lang in 1934 in France, starring Charles Boyer.

Although both Puccini and Gershwin wanted to use the play as the libretto for an operetta, Molnár refused both permission to do so.  Later, however, he allowed Rogers and Hammerstein to adapt his play as the basis for a new musical, Carousel.  This 1945 hit play was later made into a movie. Both the Liliom and Carousel are theater and movie classics.

The Devils, The Guardsman, The Swan, and Liliom were four of Molnár’s most successful plays; his forty or so other plays had different degrees of success. The New Yorker noted in 1946 that 18 of his plays had been performed on Broadway, and it compared him to playwrights George Bernard Shaw, Somerset Maugham, and Eugene O’Neill.[6]  A 1931 study by the New York Public Library showed that he “is the most popular of present-day European dramatists."[7]  To get a taste of Molnár’s wit and style, read his one-act play, A Matter of Husbands, here:


Thompson Talks to Molnár

When Dorothy Thompson (1893-1961] interviewed Molnár (1878 – 1952), she was 28 years old and he was 43. While she was still in the first year of her first full-time job as a journalist, he had been famous in Central Europe for a couple of decades as a reporter, newspaper essayist, war correspondent, author, and playwright. He was a highly visible celebrity in Budapest, famed for heading “Molnár’s Gang,” also known as the “New York Crowd,” a group of a dozen or more prominent composers, painters, and writers, who met nightly at the New York Café where Molnár exercised his coffee house wit. They usually departed for home only when the sun came up.[8]
 
Dorothy Thompson in 1920
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_Thompson
According to Thompson’s article, Molnár lived in a “dilapidated old apartment building" on a rough street in Budapest.  As Thompson and Bard climbed the dark stairs and walked the corridors, they passed “unkempt inhabitants” of the building who had parcels of food under their arms. Also, they sniffed the scent of gulyas. As they neared the top floor, Dorothy grumbled to Josef: “if Molnar must live in this God-forsaken town, why in a tenement?”

(The answer was simple. Molnár had selected this out-of-the-way apartment for the purpose of having a place where he could bring a young actress he was pursuing without attracting attention:

In his overoptimistic youth, Molnár had fallen wildly in love with a well-known actress. Without being unduly encouraged, he confidently set about finding a rendezvous, so that, when the moment came, he would be prepared. He went to Buda (Budapest’s “old town”) and there, on a dark alley, he found that appeared to be the ideal place. It was a noisy, dingy two-room flat, but since it was on the dark alley, one could get in or out of it without being seen. Molnár engaged this flat at once. The rendezvous never materialized, but he lived in the flat for twenty-two years.[9]

Even if Thompson had known this, and perhaps she was told by her Budapest friend, she likely would not have reported it.)
In her article, Thompson introduced Molnár to readers in America as an apparently quaint and eccentric man. Dorothy described Molnár as short and compact, “as if his body had been pushed together.” He had a “fattish smooth face” and “evenly grayed hair and snub nose” that gave the face a “blond and babyish look, in spite of the black eyes under heavy brows.” As was his habit, he wore a monocle and was “impeccably dressed.”  In him was the hint of the dandy.

Having heard that Molnár very rarely left Budapest, Thompson asked him why and whether the city gave him all he wanted from life. His reply was eloquent:

Because I love Budapest... and I ask very little of life. What I like is a small flat ... a little tavern ... a good pen ... a nice stove ... a good black coffee, and a strong cognac... a good light lamp ... and the stillness of the night ... and I like to direct the rehearsals of my plays. The last I like best of all.

The conversation concluded with Molnár telling Thompson that he wanted always to stay in Budapest where he was born “to rehearse my plays in the theater which I have come to feel as my own; constantly to create new roles for the actor and actresses whom I understand and love – roles which will discover for them new powers and clothe them in new brilliancies.”  In the last sentence of her article, Thompson predicted that Molnár would never visit the United States.

Someone reading Thompson’s article likely would find Molnár to be an apparently lovable Central European, perhaps a little stuffy, an intellectual with some strange habits. Such a picture was seriously incomplete. Another Molnár was revealed to American readers in the next few years when he became an infamous celebrity whose personal life was tainted with scandal.

Molnar the Apache

Molnár, the eccentric genius, shared some of Liliom’s characteristics. He was a charming, egocentric, larger-than-life man, a bit of a hustler and faithless, but also apparently loveable. Just as he shared some of Lilion’s characteristics, he had a sin in common with him: No long after he married Margit Veszi, his first wife, in 1907, he hit her while she was pregnant.  

According to different observers, and many of his friends, Liliom was for Molnár “at once his confession, his defence and his justification” for what he did to his first wife.[10]. According to the New Yorker, Molnár’s friends said that Liliom is Molnár.[11]
Margit Vesci
http://www.geni.com/people/Margit-Moln
%C3%A1r/6000000016252966306

Certainly his courting of three women who became his wives and his three marriages were unusual. All three were distinguished women. He pursued the first, Veszi (1885-1961), for seven years. When her father did not give permission for her to marry Molnár in 1900, she moved to Paris and he soon followed. She was, by all accounts, an extraordinary young woman. Vanity Fair described her as “miraculously gifted …[with] subtle intelligence, erudition unique among women, great charm of manner, and a rare, fragile beauty.”[12] A 1925 newspaper article wrote about her gifts as journalist and poet, noting “She was the center of Budapest intelligentsia.”[13]  

After finally marrying her, they stayed together only a few weeks before he hit her and she sued for divorce. When their daughter was born, they remarried for a while, but again divorced.

His second wife, Sari Fedak (1879-1955), was “the most celebrated operetta diva in Budapest.”[14] They had known each other as children, then had been a couple for almost eight years when they married in October 1922, within a year after his interview with Thompson.
Sari Fedak
http://cultura.hu/kultura/a-kis-balvanydonto-fedak-sari/

The following year, he fell for a young actress, Lili Darvas (1902-1974), who was half his age. The author of a 1925 article published in an Ohio newspaper, wrote “she is a thousand times more beautiful than Sari Fedak; she is one of the most beautiful creatures imaginable.”[15]  In another article, she was called “an angel-faced actress, considered by many the most beautiful woman in Hungary.”[16] She was an actress in one of Molnár’s plays when “after a half hours tempestuous wooing [Molnár] convinced [her] to forget her promise to her sweetheart and marry [him] as soon as he divorced his wife."[17]   

A messy divorce followed as Molnár tried to stop his wife from getting a large divorce settlement; she wanted $30,000, he offered $15,000. After sensational charges in his lawsuit against her (he accused her of having had 42 lovers while they were together), she responded menacingly and loudly. Molnár avoided a nasty trial (more than 300 witness had been scheduled) by agreeing to pay $30,000.

The divorce was a sensation in Hungary and of great interest in the rest of Europe. It also was covered by many newspapers in the United States.
The marriage to Darvas lasted, though most of the time was spent living apart. After leaving Europe in the 1930s, she became a successful stage and scene actress in the United States. Perhaps he was lucky to rid himself of Fedak who became a strong Nazi supporter.  

During the 1920s, Molnár’s notoriety was spread in the United States in articles with headlines worthy of an Apache:  “Playwright’s Plots Outdone by Their Real Romances:…Franz Molnár Wins in Just Thirty Minutes a Substitute for the Love Mate He Was So Happy With – Until They Married,” "Victim of his Own Love Plot,” and “Merry Mr. Molnar’s Newest Rows With the Ladies: Mystery of the Backstage Slaps, the Insulted Beauty, and the Chubby Playwright’s Stormy Romances and Angry Wives.[18]
 
Portsmouth Daily Times, Oct. 3, 1925

The Rest of the Story

Molnár had his celebrity, but got caught up like everyone else in the sweep of history in the 30s. As a Jew, he had to leave Hungary in 1937 because of the fascist tide there. After spending time in Venice and Zurich, he realized that he needed to leave Europe and moved to New York City, arriving in January 1940, where he was given refuge. His wife, with whom he did not live, had moved to the U.S. before he did.   
Molnar with Ingrid Bergman who was starring in the 1940 Broadway rival of Liliom
New York Times, January 23, 2009, p. C1
Fortunately for Molnár, fame and royalties from Liliom and his many other successful plays made him rich. He could afford to live in the New York City Plaza Hotel the rest of his life, spending his summers in a “modest lodge” in Montauk Point. He ate most of his meals at a small delicatessen at Fifty-eighth Street and Sixth Avenue, and there he met often with members of the Hungarian émigré community, many of whom had been part of his “New York Crowd” in Budapest. A 1946 profile of Molnár noted that he rarely went more than a few blocks from his hotel.[19] 

In 1946, when the three-part New Yorker profile of him was published, Molnár’s first wife was in living in Hollywood where she was “a successful film writer.” His third wife, to whom he was still amiably married but with whom he did not live, was a theater actress who that year was playing the Queen in “Maurice Evan’s production of Hamlet." His second wife, the former Hungarian stage star with great legs, was a prisoner in Hungary for Nazi propaganda broadcasts she made from Vienna.[20]

Dorothy Thompson left Vienna in 1925 to head the Philadelphia Public Ledger’s bureau in Berlin; in 1927 she quit her job to marry famed writer Sinclair Lewis and in the late 1930s she became a famous nationally syndicated columnist read three times a week by millions of Americans. Although Molnár lived in New York City from 1940 to 1952 and Dorothy Thompson spent several months there every year during this time, there is no evidence in her archives that she again met Molnár or communicated with him.


Notes:

[1] The manuscript is in the Dorothy Thompson Papers. Special Collections Research Center. Syracuse University.

[2] John Baxter. 2014. The Golden Moments in Paris: A Guide to the Paris of the 1920s, Museyon Inc. (pp. 21-22)

[3] S.N. Behrman. 1946. Profiles. Ferenc Molnar. I - Ah, Budapesti. The New Yorker. May 25, p 28

[4] S.N. Behrman. 1946. Profiles. Ferenc Molnar. II -  The Red Wig. The New Yorker. June 1, 1946 p 32


[6] The New Yorker, May 25, 1946, p. 28. See note 3.   

[7] Looking into the reasons for Molnar’s American popularity. The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, Nov. 22, 1931, p. 57. (accessed on Newspapers.com)

[8] The New Yorker, May 25, 1946, p. 30-31. See note 3. Also seen The New Yorker, June 8, 1946, p. 34..

[9] S.N. Behrman. 1946. Profiles. Ferenc Molnar. III - Scene: A Room at the Plaza. The New Yorker, June 8, p. 36 

[10] Joseph Szebenyei. 1923. Franz Molnar: A Personal Study. Vanity Fair. January, Vol. 19, p.38

[11] The New Yorker, June 1, 1946, p. 32. See note 4.  

[12] Vanity Fair, 1923. See note 10.

[13] Victim of his own Love Plot. Zanesville Times Signal Sun, Nov 8, 1925. (Accessed on Newspapers.com)

[14] Zanesville Times Signal Sun. See note 13.  According to Vanity Fair (see note 10), she was “The most celebrated and popular operetta singer of the land”. A 1930 newspaper article described her as still Hungary’s “most popular music star” though “like the French Mistinguitt, she is over fifty.” See Merry Mr. Molnar’s Newest Rows with the Ladies. Hamilton Evening Journal, November 29, 1930.

[15] Zanesville Times Signal Sun. See note 13.

[16] Mix-up of the Married Molnars and Lovely “Angel Face”. Zanesville Times Signal Sun, August 23, 1925, p. 28. (Accessed on Newspapers.com)

[17] Playwrights Plots Outdone by their Real Romances. The Ogden Standard-Examiner, September 28, 1924. (Accessed on Newspapers.com)

[18] The Ogden Standard-Examiner (see Note 17), Zanesville Times Signal Sun (see note 13) and Hamilton [Ohio] Evening Journal (see note 14).

[19] The New Yorker, June 8, 1946, p. 32. See note 9.

[20] The New Yorker, June 8, 1946, p. 46. See note 9.