Peter Newell "The Hole-Book", 1908 г. Книжка-игрушка.
О книжках-панорамках, родоначальником и популяризатором которых был Кубашта я уже рассказывал. Обычные детские книжки обсуждаются постоянно. А вот о книжках-игрушках речь ещё не шла. Кстати, интересно какие критерии могут четко выделить книжки-игрушки из массы прочих детских изданий?
Наверное правильнее будет открыть тему кем-то из зачинателей. Одним из них является Петер Ньюэлл, придумавший в начале XX века несколько интересных концептуальных детских книжек.
Петер Ньюэлл родился 5 марта 1862 года в Америке, в штате Иллинойс. В возрасте 21 года переехал в Нью-Йорк, где продолжил учебу. К этому же времени относятся его первые публикации в газетах. Художник известен прежде всего своими комиксами. В 1884-м Петер возвращается в Иллинойс, где открывает фотостудию. В 1885-м женится. Ньюэлл умер 15 января 1924 года в США, в Нью-Йорке. Художник известен так же как иллюстратор книг Твена, Кэррола, Крэйна.
Впоследствии у Ньюэлла возникло много подражателей.
Автопортрет
Одна из оригинальных книжек-игрушек художника называется "Дырявая книга".
________________________________________
Tom Potts was fooling with a gun
(Such follies should not be),
When-bang! the pesky thing went off
Most unexpectedly !
Tom didn't know 'twas loaded, and
It scared him 'most to death-
He tumbled flat upont he floor
And fairly gasped for breath.
The bullet smashed a fine French clock
(The clock had just struck three),
Then made a hole clean through the wall,
As you can plainly see.
___________________________________
Out in the kitchen Bridget Quinn
Was busying about,
When through the boiler crashed the shot
And let the water out!
The floor was flooded like a pond,
The room was filled with steam,
And Bridget gathered up her skirts
And rushed out with a scream.
___________________________________________
Out in the back yard Sister Sue,
Wit "Sis" and Mabel Dunn,
Was swinging underneath the trees,
And having lots of fun,-
When-zip! The speeding bullet sang,
And cut the rope in two,
Then hurtled though the high board fence,
And to the ground came Sue!
______________________________________
Just then an automobile passed,
Its body painted green-
The bullet struck its side and pierced
The tank of gasolene.
A loud explosion followed and
A tremor shook the air!
The passengers were tossed aloft
Amidst the smoke and glare!
____________________________________
An artist in a studio,
Who had a medal won,
Was painting on "A laughing Boy,"
Which work was all but done:
The ball of lead this picture smote,
As through the room it ranged,
And through the canvas bore its way,
And the expression changed!
_____________________________________
Old Granny Fink was sound asleep-
As sound as one could wish;
Beside her an aquarium
Was standing, stocked with fish:
The bullet struck the crystal globe,
And roused her from her nap-
And Granny found that she was drenched,
With goldfish in her lap!
____________________________________
A lady came into a store
Where animals were sold,
To buy a parrot with a tongue
That wouldn't swear or scold;
But as she talked about the bird
And asked about the price,
The bullet plunged clean through a box
And freed a lot of mice!
_________________________________
Old Hagenschmit, behind his house,
His new Dutch pipe was trying,
When-bing! the bullet smashed the bowl
And sent the pieces flying!
"Who put dot bombshell in my pipe?"
Exclaimed the startled smoker,
"If I could git my hands on him,
Dere would be vone less joker!"
____________________________
A pear-tree, seen above the wall,
With fruit was laden down,
And Ned, below, appeared to be
The saddest boy in town;
Just then the restless bullet passed,
And clipped a branching limb
Which bore a dozen pears or more
And passed it down to him!
__________________________________
G. Foozleman, in high silk hat,
Along the street was trailing,
When through the crown the bullet sped
And sent his hat a-sailing!
"What do you mean, sir," blurted he,
To Harvey Jones, behind him,
"By knocking off my high silk hat?"
But Harvey didn't mind him.
___________________________________
Dick Bumble, with a bag of grain,
Was going out to grind it,
When through the bag the bullet tore
And left a hole behind it!
Dick neither knew the bag was pinked,
Nor that a hole was in it,
And wondered why the load he bore
Grew lighter every minute.
________________________________
Tim Nickleby had hooked a fish,
And was about to land it,
When-snap! his fishpole broke in two-
He couldn't understand it.
Of course the bullet did the trick;-
It would have been more thrilling
If it had punctured Timothy,
Who was in need of drilling.
___________________________
A ruthless wild-cat had escaped.
And roamed the garden free;
The keeper, frightened at the sight,
Had climbed a lofty tree:
The savage brute espied him there,
And with an agile bound,
It met the bullet in the air.
And tumbled to the ground!
_________________________
A watermelon, large and fine,
Was in the kitchen shed;
The bullet drilled a hole through it
As on its way it sped.
"Who plugged dat melon?" mammy cried,
As through the door she came.
"I'd spank de chile dat done dat trick,
Ef I could learn his name."
_____________________________
A vender of balloons, a chap
In Russia born and bred,
Came ambling through the dusty street,
His wares above his head.
"Balloons! Balloons! Who vants to buy?"
He shrilly cried. "I say-"
Just then his enterprise collapsed-
The shot had come that way.
__________________________
A German band was on parade,
And all the district knew it,
When-boom! the bass-drum sounded out-
The shot had gone clean through it!
The leader turned about in ire,
And pointing at the drummer,
Exclaimes: "You sthart too soon, my friendt-
You make a better plumber!"
_____________________________
Mis' Silverman had built a fire
And shovelled on some coal,
When through the stove-pipe crashed the shot
And made a gaping hole!
The smoke in murky columns rose,
The lady raised a shout;
Then on the scene the firemen came,
And put the lady out!
___________________________________
A cat espied a tiny mouse,
And crouched to make a spring;
The mousey couldn't find a place
In which to hide-poor thing!
Just then the bullet made a hole-
A fair-sezed hole at that-
And in it dashed the frightened mouse,
And thus escaped the cat.
__________________________________
A thief was stealing in the door-
A clever chap was he;
For he had waited till the gong
Had summoned all to tea.
But at that moment came the shot,
And smote the door-bell clear-
The butler reached the door in time
To see him disappear!
____________________________
Old Sandy, on his Highland pipes,
Was drooning "Robin Hood,"
And coaxing from the boys and girls
Such pennies as he could,-
When suddenlu the bag went "squash!"
The drone became a sigh-
The fleeting shot had pierced the bag
Of wind in passing by!
__________________________________
For some excitement, good and hot,
These lads were fairly spoiling,
When through the bee-hive plunked the shot,
And set the pot a-boiling!
The startled swarm came streaming out
In temper hot and baleful,
And drove the foe in awful rout,
With volleys sharp and painful!
______________________________________
When Felix Fenno flew his kite,
He found his hands were full;
It seemed determined to escape,
So strongly did it pull.
But presently the whizzing shot
The kite-string neatly parted,
And, like an air-ship on a cruise,
His precious kite departed!
_______________________________________
The grocer boy was teasing Snip
By pelting him with rice,
And keeping just beyond his reach-
Which wasn't very nice.
Just then the bullet clipped the chain
That held the pup, and-joy!
He fairly sprinted through the air,
And nabbed that grocer boy!
________________________________
Mis' Newlywed had made a cake,
With icings good and stout-
The bullet struck its armour belt,
And meekly flattened out.
And this was lucky for Tom Potts,
The boy who fired the shot-
It might have gone clean round the world
And killed him on the spot.
Наверное правильнее будет открыть тему кем-то из зачинателей. Одним из них является Петер Ньюэлл, придумавший в начале XX века несколько интересных концептуальных детских книжек.
Петер Ньюэлл родился 5 марта 1862 года в Америке, в штате Иллинойс. В возрасте 21 года переехал в Нью-Йорк, где продолжил учебу. К этому же времени относятся его первые публикации в газетах. Художник известен прежде всего своими комиксами. В 1884-м Петер возвращается в Иллинойс, где открывает фотостудию. В 1885-м женится. Ньюэлл умер 15 января 1924 года в США, в Нью-Йорке. Художник известен так же как иллюстратор книг Твена, Кэррола, Крэйна.
Впоследствии у Ньюэлла возникло много подражателей.
Автопортрет
Одна из оригинальных книжек-игрушек художника называется "Дырявая книга".
________________________________________
Tom Potts was fooling with a gun
(Such follies should not be),
When-bang! the pesky thing went off
Most unexpectedly !
Tom didn't know 'twas loaded, and
It scared him 'most to death-
He tumbled flat upont he floor
And fairly gasped for breath.
The bullet smashed a fine French clock
(The clock had just struck three),
Then made a hole clean through the wall,
As you can plainly see.
___________________________________
Out in the kitchen Bridget Quinn
Was busying about,
When through the boiler crashed the shot
And let the water out!
The floor was flooded like a pond,
The room was filled with steam,
And Bridget gathered up her skirts
And rushed out with a scream.
___________________________________________
Out in the back yard Sister Sue,
Wit "Sis" and Mabel Dunn,
Was swinging underneath the trees,
And having lots of fun,-
When-zip! The speeding bullet sang,
And cut the rope in two,
Then hurtled though the high board fence,
And to the ground came Sue!
______________________________________
Just then an automobile passed,
Its body painted green-
The bullet struck its side and pierced
The tank of gasolene.
A loud explosion followed and
A tremor shook the air!
The passengers were tossed aloft
Amidst the smoke and glare!
____________________________________
An artist in a studio,
Who had a medal won,
Was painting on "A laughing Boy,"
Which work was all but done:
The ball of lead this picture smote,
As through the room it ranged,
And through the canvas bore its way,
And the expression changed!
_____________________________________
Old Granny Fink was sound asleep-
As sound as one could wish;
Beside her an aquarium
Was standing, stocked with fish:
The bullet struck the crystal globe,
And roused her from her nap-
And Granny found that she was drenched,
With goldfish in her lap!
____________________________________
A lady came into a store
Where animals were sold,
To buy a parrot with a tongue
That wouldn't swear or scold;
But as she talked about the bird
And asked about the price,
The bullet plunged clean through a box
And freed a lot of mice!
_________________________________
Old Hagenschmit, behind his house,
His new Dutch pipe was trying,
When-bing! the bullet smashed the bowl
And sent the pieces flying!
"Who put dot bombshell in my pipe?"
Exclaimed the startled smoker,
"If I could git my hands on him,
Dere would be vone less joker!"
____________________________
A pear-tree, seen above the wall,
With fruit was laden down,
And Ned, below, appeared to be
The saddest boy in town;
Just then the restless bullet passed,
And clipped a branching limb
Which bore a dozen pears or more
And passed it down to him!
__________________________________
G. Foozleman, in high silk hat,
Along the street was trailing,
When through the crown the bullet sped
And sent his hat a-sailing!
"What do you mean, sir," blurted he,
To Harvey Jones, behind him,
"By knocking off my high silk hat?"
But Harvey didn't mind him.
___________________________________
Dick Bumble, with a bag of grain,
Was going out to grind it,
When through the bag the bullet tore
And left a hole behind it!
Dick neither knew the bag was pinked,
Nor that a hole was in it,
And wondered why the load he bore
Grew lighter every minute.
________________________________
Tim Nickleby had hooked a fish,
And was about to land it,
When-snap! his fishpole broke in two-
He couldn't understand it.
Of course the bullet did the trick;-
It would have been more thrilling
If it had punctured Timothy,
Who was in need of drilling.
___________________________
A ruthless wild-cat had escaped.
And roamed the garden free;
The keeper, frightened at the sight,
Had climbed a lofty tree:
The savage brute espied him there,
And with an agile bound,
It met the bullet in the air.
And tumbled to the ground!
_________________________
A watermelon, large and fine,
Was in the kitchen shed;
The bullet drilled a hole through it
As on its way it sped.
"Who plugged dat melon?" mammy cried,
As through the door she came.
"I'd spank de chile dat done dat trick,
Ef I could learn his name."
_____________________________
A vender of balloons, a chap
In Russia born and bred,
Came ambling through the dusty street,
His wares above his head.
"Balloons! Balloons! Who vants to buy?"
He shrilly cried. "I say-"
Just then his enterprise collapsed-
The shot had come that way.
__________________________
A German band was on parade,
And all the district knew it,
When-boom! the bass-drum sounded out-
The shot had gone clean through it!
The leader turned about in ire,
And pointing at the drummer,
Exclaimes: "You sthart too soon, my friendt-
You make a better plumber!"
_____________________________
Mis' Silverman had built a fire
And shovelled on some coal,
When through the stove-pipe crashed the shot
And made a gaping hole!
The smoke in murky columns rose,
The lady raised a shout;
Then on the scene the firemen came,
And put the lady out!
___________________________________
A cat espied a tiny mouse,
And crouched to make a spring;
The mousey couldn't find a place
In which to hide-poor thing!
Just then the bullet made a hole-
A fair-sezed hole at that-
And in it dashed the frightened mouse,
And thus escaped the cat.
__________________________________
A thief was stealing in the door-
A clever chap was he;
For he had waited till the gong
Had summoned all to tea.
But at that moment came the shot,
And smote the door-bell clear-
The butler reached the door in time
To see him disappear!
____________________________
Old Sandy, on his Highland pipes,
Was drooning "Robin Hood,"
And coaxing from the boys and girls
Such pennies as he could,-
When suddenlu the bag went "squash!"
The drone became a sigh-
The fleeting shot had pierced the bag
Of wind in passing by!
__________________________________
For some excitement, good and hot,
These lads were fairly spoiling,
When through the bee-hive plunked the shot,
And set the pot a-boiling!
The startled swarm came streaming out
In temper hot and baleful,
And drove the foe in awful rout,
With volleys sharp and painful!
______________________________________
When Felix Fenno flew his kite,
He found his hands were full;
It seemed determined to escape,
So strongly did it pull.
But presently the whizzing shot
The kite-string neatly parted,
And, like an air-ship on a cruise,
His precious kite departed!
_______________________________________
The grocer boy was teasing Snip
By pelting him with rice,
And keeping just beyond his reach-
Which wasn't very nice.
Just then the bullet clipped the chain
That held the pup, and-joy!
He fairly sprinted through the air,
And nabbed that grocer boy!
________________________________
Mis' Newlywed had made a cake,
With icings good and stout-
The bullet struck its armour belt,
And meekly flattened out.
And this was lucky for Tom Potts,
The boy who fired the shot-
It might have gone clean round the world
And killed him on the spot.