Vintage postcard purchased at Pordenone Festival of Silent Film’s excellent FilmFair.
In just a moment I will tell you a story that is NOT CUTE. You have been warned.
What I liked about this one is (1) It’s signed. (2) Little Jackie has guffed it up, writing “CINEMAZIN” then adding a “DA” to make “CINEMAGAZIN.” Printed on the back of the card is “CINEMAGAZINE” which is what he was aiming for, in his childish way. It appears to have been a French publication about which I can discover nothing. Grateful for any info there.
The spelling mistake seemed to make the item all the more valuable, or at least unique. Two like this can’t exist.
I happened to show the postcard to some students during a boring session in a college open day. One of the students had previously made a film about some postcards he found in a shop. He pointed out that there is VERY FADED WRITING on the back of my Coogan card. “There might be a film in that.”
All I’ve been able to make out is the address: “Jack Coogan, c/o Metro Studios, Hollywood, Calif.” Which helps confirm this as a postcard signed by little Jackie Coogan, child star, during the silent era, rather than one signed by the older Jackie Coogan in his Uncle Fester period. Who’d want HIS autograph?
Now I’m going to tell you a story that is not cute. It’s my third-hand Jackie Coogan encounter.
My friend Danny Carr’s uncle was in World War II, and he met Jackie Coogan, who was also in that war, and on the same side, as it turned out. Coogan greeted the Brits with the cheerful salutation, “Shake the hand that holds the prick that fucked Betty Grable!”
Like I say, not cute. Of course, he was much older then.