This past week, I was featured in the local PBS series “Off 90“, which showcases various human-interest stories from along southern Minnesota’s I-90 corridor. The segment was filmed last summer but due to uninteresting reasons the airing was delayed until now. The episode has now been posted to YouTube, so anyone who is masochistic enough to do so may watch me awkwardly babble on about typewriters.
My segment begins at about the 10:35 mark, following the Frozen River Film Festival (which is worth a watch itself).
Via the ephemeriffic Agence Eureka. Special thanks to the equally retroriffic Offices of Johnston for the tip. Every issue of the beautifully illustrated, violent-death-obsessed weekly supplement to Le Petit Journal can be read online at Gallica.
This page of typefaces comes from a L.C. Smith trade catalog that I picked up recently. Until now, I’d never seen or heard of Radio Gothic. Now, it’s at the very top of my must-have list. I even love the description: “For transcribing radiograms or similar messages in code.” It brings visions of a kid sitting by the radio with his dad’s L.C. Smith and a Little Orphan Annie decoder ring, transcribing the secret message coming from the speaker (“Always drink your Ovaltine”).
The very fact that this typeface existed–a more ornate, public-friendly version of the cold, utilitarian Gothic used by railroad telegraphers–says much about the era it was crafted for.
Radio Gothic would also make an excellent name for an alt-folk band, which I expect to happen any moment now.
From the August 12, 1897, edition of the Colorado Springs Weekly Gazette comes this curiosity:
WHEELS ON BOTH SIDES
Man Claiming to be Schlatter Says
He will Marry Mrs. Ferris
Canton, O., Aug 10 – The man who says he is Schlatter the healer has taken out a license to marry Mrs. Margaret Ferris, widow of the man who invented the Ferris wheel.
Mrs Ferris says she has not thought of marrying him. She calls him a freak.
Mrs. Brockins, Mrs Ferris’ sister, says Schlatter must have hypnotized her.
Schlatter and Mrs. Ferris first met on Sunday at Brady’s lake, a summer resort of the spiritualists about 25 miles north of the city. Mrs. Ferris became ill and Schlatter was called to treat her. The sick woman appeared benefited and the two met several times afterward. Then he went for this marriage license.
Francis Schlatter was a French-born Denver cobbler who one day had a vision in which God instructed him to devote his life to healing the sick. He sold his business and everything he owned, gave his money to the poor, and traveled around the country, often on foot, supposedly curing thousands with just a touch.
He disappeared in 1895, leaving behind a note saying that he was through with his ministry, only to resurface occasionally and resume his healing ministry. One report said that he was in New Mexico, preparing for a sort of faith center that God told him was destined to be there. Doubtlessly, at least some of the men who emerged as Schlatter were opportunistic impostors, Hence, the article’s hedgey wording of “the man who says he is Schlatter”. At that time, it could never be assumed that any person who showed up in town calling himself Francis Schlatter was the real deal.
The strange story of Schlatter and Widow Ferris’ questionable engagement would not be complete if it did not grow only stranger, with Schlatter himself claiming that the whole story was made up by the media to get back at him (sound familiar?). On October 2, 1897, the South Bend Weekly Tribune reported this rather bizarre encounter with the healer:
SCHLATTER IN TOWN
NOTED HEALER RESTING HERE
To a Tribune Representative
He Denies He is Married to Mrs. Ferris and Shows Aversion for Reporters
Will Remain Here Two Weeks
Francis Schlatter, the western man who connected himself with fame by his healing of the sick by laying on of hands at Denver, Col., a trifle more than a year ago, slipped into town Wednesday. With him were his secretary, F. W. Martin, and manager, G. C. McCallister. The trio was snugly housed in the Grand View hotel Wednesday where Schlatter was seen by a tribune reporter.
“My manager will be here in a few minutes and he will do my talking,” said Schlatter in response to a question as to what he was doing here. “Newspaper reporters have caused me a great deal of trouble since I came before the public and I have adopted a rule not to talk to any of them,” he continued. “A few weeks ago I was in Pittsburg and I had not been in town an hour when there was a drove of reporters at my hotel seeking an interview. I refused to see any of them so they invented that story about my marriage to Mrs. Ferris, widow of the late George Ferris, of wheel fame.”
“Is there no truth in the report that Mrs. Ferris has become Mrs. Schlatter?” was asked the healer.
“None, whatever,” he replied. “I have treated Mrs. Ferris for several years and naturally we became the best of friends. We used to take long walks together and accidentally stop at the same hotel in Pittsburg. The reporters manufactured the story of our marriage out of these circumstances. My managers and I came here from Chicago and will remain about two weeks, giving clinics or demonstrations in public.”
Schlatter was very reticent in speaking of himself. “That story has been worn threadbare by newspapers all over the country,” he said when asked how he discovered that he possessed superhuman powers of healing the sick.
Schlatter is a demure little man with a husky voice. The only thing he possesses to distinguish him from a thousand others of his kind is a profusion of shaggy curls which hang down upon his shoulders. He talks with the air of one who takes little interest in what is going on about him.
To add an even more unusual twist to the story, the real Francis Schlatter may in fact have died months earlier. After another man claiming the name Schlatter died in October, 1909 (only to be afterward revealed as one Charles McLean), the Los Angeles Herald ran this piece:
Believe Healer Died In New Mexico
ALBUQUERQUE, N. M., Oct. 22.— That Francis Schlatter, the so-called “divine healer,” died in Mexico is believed by those who knew him here. In June, 1897, a letter was received by J. A. Summer of this city, from John J. Sexton of Casa Grande, Mex., dated June 1 of that year, telling of the finding of a body in Funga canyon, near that place, which was believed to be that of Schlatter. Near the body was a horse similar to the one Schlatter rode. A Bible, with the name “Francis Schlatter” written on the flyleaf, and a copper cane like that carried by Schlatter were found.