Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury
Anthony Frederick Sarg (April 21, 1880 - February 17, 1942), known professionally as Tony Sarg, was a German American puppeteer and illustrator, described as "America's Puppet Master", and in his biography as the father of modern puppetry in North America. Sarg was born in Cobán, Guatemala, to Francis Charles Sarg and his wife, Mary Elizabeth Parker. The elder Sarg was a consul representing Germany; Parker was English. The family returned to the German Empire in 1887; Sarg entered a military academy at age 14 and received a commission as lieutenant at 17; in 1905 (in his mid-20s) he resigned his commission and took up residence in the United Kingdom, where he pursued a relationship with Bertha Eleanor McGowan, an American he had met when she was a tourist in Germany. They were married in her hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio, January 20th, 1909, and returned to England where their daughter Mary was born two years later. In 1914, with the start of World War I, he sent Bertha and the children to Cincinnati, followed them soon after, and settled the family in New York City in 1915. He had been raised around puppets, inherited his grandmother's collection of them, developed them as a hobby that enhanced the impression he made on other artists, and finally in 1917 turned them into a profession. In 1920, he became a naturalized citizen of the United States. In 1928, he designed, and his protege Bil Baird built tethered helium-filled balloons up to 125 feet (40 m) long, resembling animals, for the New York institution of Macy's department store, involving a number issues familiar from puppetry; these participated in the store's Thanksgiving Day parade. In 1935, he undertook the puppet-related work of designing Macy's elaborate animated window display between Thanksgiving and Christmas. The pinnacle of Sarg's visibility was at the 1933 Chicago World's Fair, where his cumulative audience was 3 million; Baird was heavily involved in this production, as were Rufus and Margo Rose. Those three left his studio that year to start a new one themselves. Sarg no longer innovated as much as competing puppet studios, and his economic fortunes declined as others gained a following; he both went into bankruptcy, and mounted his last production, in 1939. In mid-February 1942, Sarg had surgery for a ruptured appendix, and died three weeks later of complications arising from it.
Cobb's Anatomy
- Author: Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury
- Genre: Humor
Cobb's Anatomy is a great and extremely interesting novel written by a prolific American author and journalist who wrote more than 60 books and 300 short stories. This story belongs to the hundred of best books of all times as it appealed to many generations of readers. It was republished a number of times and translated into various languages. In some countries Cobb's Anatomy is in the list of compulsory readings at schools.
Roughing it De Luxe
- Author: Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury
- Genre: Contemporary
Roughing it De Luxe belongs to the pen of an extremely prolific American author and journalist who wrote more than 60 books and 300 short stories. This is a story in which the Mrs. Cobb describes her journey to the west of America. We find out that at first she went to Arizona, to the Grand Canyon, then she found herself in San Diego and Los Angeles and the end of her trip was Utah and Colorado. The book is well structured and expressive, humorous in many scenes. A real godsend for a reader who looks forward to having a couple of hours of light, adventurous and amusing reading.
Fibble, D.D.
- Author: Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury
- Genre: World
Titmarsh Fibble, D D. 13 PART Two ELSEWHER IN E F RANCE Being an Open Leiter A d d c b e y d Dr. Fibble to On6 Sitting in a High Place 109 PART THREE L O VERLS EAP Beixg LI Serie of extract Culled from thc Diary of Dr. Fibble . . . . 203 ILLUSTRATIONS Momentarily the articles that filled my arms and hung on my shouIders and back grew more cum bersome and burdensome. ............ . Frontispiece PAGE May I ask whether you are going to a fancy dress party somewhere. ................... qz UntiI he loomed almost above my kneeling form g4 I, she said, am Major Jones. ............ 132 From its depths I extracted the parting gifts be stowed upon me by my Great-Aunt PaulIna.. .. 176 L I Say coo-coo clearIy and distinctIy and keep on saying it until I call out Enough . ......... 234 To be exact, I kissed at her. ................ 268 PART ONE Bcing a Card to the Public from the Pen of t h R N . ROSCO T C it marsh FibbZe, D. 13. --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
Speaking of Operations
- Author: Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury
- Genre: Electronic books
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The Life of the Party
- Author: Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury
- Genre: History
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: MR. Leahy's Gait Became A Desperate Gallop, And As HE GALLOPED HE SHOUTED: "WAIT, PLEASE. Here i AmHere's Your Passenger!" "You did. Wot of it?" "Well, curious coincidence and all thatbut my name happens to be Leary. And I thought that because of that you might " The stranger broke in on him. "Your name happens to be Leary, does it? Wot's your other name then?" "Algernon." Stepping lightly on the balls of his feet Mr. Cassidy turned back, and his mien for some reason was potentially that of a belligerent. "Say," he declared threateningly, "you know wot I think about you? Well, I think you're a liar. No regular guy with the name of Leary would let a cheap stiff of a stick-up rob him out of the coat offen his back without puttin' up a battle. No regular guy named Leary would be named Algernon. Say, I think you're a Far Downer. I wouldn't be surprised but wot you was an A. P. A. on the top of that. And wot's all this here talk about goin' to a sociable func- ture and comin' away not suitably dressed ? Come on out of that now and let's have a look at you." "Really, I'd much rather notif you don't mind," protested the miserable Mr. Leary. "II have reasons." "The same here. Will you come out from behind there peaceable or will I fetch you out ?" So Mr. Leary came, endeavouring while coming to wear a manner combining an atmosphere of dignified aloofness and a sentiment of frank indifference to the opinion of this loutish busybody, with just a touch, a mere trace, as it were, of nonchalance thrown in. In short, coming out he sought to deport himself asthough it were the properest thing in the world for a man of years and discretion to be wearing a bright pink one-piece article of apparel on a public highway at four A. M. or thereabouts. Undoubtedl...
Sundry Accounts
- Author: Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury
- Genre: Fiction
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER IV IT COULD HAPPEN AGAIN TO-MORROW SORRY, ma'am," said the Pullman conductor, "but there's not a bit of space left in the chair car, nor the sleeper neither." "I'm sorry too," said the young woman in the tan-colored tailor-mades. She was smartly hatted and smartly spatted; smart all over from toque-tip to toe-tip. "I didn't know until almost the last minute that I'd have to catch this train, and trusted to chance for a seat." "Yes'm, I see," commiserated the man in blue. "But you know what the rush is this time of year, and right now on top of all that so many of the soldiers getting home from the other side and their folks coming East to meet 'em and everything. I guess though, miss, you won't have much trouble getting accommodated in one of the day coaches." "I'll try it," she said, "and thank you all the same." She picked up her hand bag. / (i'Wait a minute," he suggested. "I'll have my porter carry your valise on up to the other cars." Men of all stations in life were rather given to offering help to Miss Mildred Smith, the distinguished interior decorator andon the sideamateur investigator for Uncle Sam with a wartime record for services rendered which many a professional might have envied. Perhaps they were the more ready to offer it since the young woman seemed so rarely to need it. This man's reward was a brisk little nod. "Please don't bother," she said. "This bag isn't at all heavy, and I'm used to traveling alone and looking out for myself." She footed it briskly along the platform of the Dobb's Ferry station. At the door of the third coach back from the baggage car a flagman stopped her. "All full up in here, lady," he told her, "but I think maybe you might find some place to sit in the next car beyond. If you'll just leave...
The Thunders of Silence
- Author: Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury
- Genre: Literature & Fiction
Originally published in 1918. This volume from the Cornell University Library's print collections was scanned on an APT BookScan and converted to JPG 2000 format by Kirtas Technologies. All titles scanned cover to cover and pages may include marks notations and other marginalia present in the original volume.
From Place to Place
- Author: Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury
- Genre: Humor
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III BOYS WILL BE BOYS WHEN Judge Priest, on this particular morning, came puffing into his chambers at the courthouse, looking, with his broad beam and in his costume of flappy, loose white ducks, a good deal like an old-fashioned full- rigger with all sails set, his black shadow, Jeff Poindexter, had already finished the job of putting the quarters to rights for the day. The cedar water bucket had been properly replenished; the upper flange of a fifteen-cent chunk of ice protruded above the rim of the bucket; and alongside, on the appointed nail, hung the gourd dipper that the master always used. The floor had been swept, except, of course, in the corners and underneath things; there were evidences, in streaky scrolls of fine grit particles upon various flat surfaces, that a dusting brush had been more or less sparingly employed. A spray of trumpet flowers, plucked from the vine that grew outside the window, had been draped over the framed steel engraving of President Davis and his Cabinet upon the wall; and on the top of the big square desk in the middle of the room, where a small section of cleared green-blotter space formed an oasis in a dry and arid desert of cluttered law journals and dusty documents, the morning's mail rested in a little heap. Having placed his old cotton umbrella in a corner, having removed his coat and hung it upon a peg behind the hall door, and having seen to it that a palm-leaf fan was in arm's reach should he require it, the Judge, in his billowy white shirt, sat down at his desk and gave his attention to his letters. There was an invitation from the Hylan B. Gracey Camp of Confederate Veterans of Eddyburg, asking him to deliver the chief oration at the annual reunion, to be held at Mineral Springs on the twelfth day of the following mo...
Eating in Two or Three Languages
- Author: Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury
- Genre: United States
Originally published in 1919. This volume from the Cornell University Library's print collections was scanned on an APT BookScan and converted to JPG 2000 format by Kirtas Technologies. All titles scanned cover to cover and pages may include marks notations and other marginalia present in the original volume.
Cobb's Bill-of-Fare
- Author: Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury
- Genre: Australian poetry
Originally published in 1913. This volume from the Cornell University Library's print collections was scanned on an APT BookScan and converted to JPG 2000 format by Kirtas Technologies. All titles scanned cover to cover and pages may include marks notations and other marginalia present in the original volume.

