The Chinese curse of May You Live in Interesting Times well and truly struck this week, didn’t it? I have tried to keep away from news media, I really have. But the appalling tragicomedy that is our current government just wouldn’t leave me alone. And then I re-encountered Rupert Bear.
I was really grateful to my friend and fellow writer Lesley Cookman for spending a happy few hours in the Rupert Bear Centenary Exhibition at the Beaney (House of Art and Knowledge) in Canterbury. She came back and told our Zoom Circle all about it.
I can’t tell you how much it has cheered me up.
The Gestation of Rupert
Rupert Bear was a cartoon strip in the Daily Express, initially an inspiration of the Proprietor, Lord Beaverbrook, who had been eyeing up the competition, whose cartoon anthropomorphic animals were proving popular.
The Daily Mail had Teddy Tail from 1915 and the Mirror set up a rival series in 1919.
Indeed, the Daily Mirror’s Pip, Squeak and Wilfrid became ubiquitous, such that they inspired nicknames for three medals awarded after the First World War. The 1914 or 1914-15 Star was Pip (a dog, the father figure); the British War Medal was Squeak (a penguin, the mother figure); and the British Victory medal was Wilfrid (a toddler-aged rabbit). In the Mirror the animals were all abandoned and had ended up in a house on the edge of London, with human guardians called Uncle Dick and Angeline, a housemaid.
My mother used to refer to a family we knew – eccentric and entertaining but, in practical terms, utterly hopeless – as Pip, Squeak and Wilfrid. It took me years to understand why.
Rupert Born in Canterbury
According to h2g2 (The HItchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: Earth edition), Beaverbrook asked the Editor, RD Blumenfeld to come up with an idea, who delegated the problem to his news editor Canterbury-resident Herbert Tortel. He, in turn, volunteered his wife Mary, a trained (at the Sidney Cooper School of Art in Canterbury where she won a scholarship) and published illustrator.
She agreed and produced the pictures and the stories, the first of which was published on 8 November, 1920 as The Adventures of a Little Lost Bear.
It was effectively a serial. Two drawings appeared each day, captioned with rhyming couplets to tell the story and the promise of the next instalment. (Those rhyming couplets are intrinsic to Rupert’s charm, of which more later.)
Rupert Moves Artists
Bestall sounds an absolute sweetheart. He didn’t sign his Rupert pictures for 12 years out of respect for Mary! The Express produced a lovely profile of him, including some enchanting memories from his goddaughter, to honour Rupert’s Centenary in 2020. She says he took the job very seriously, because he knew he was influencing young minds.
He lived with his mother and disabled sister and never married. But when a (not very tactful) reporter asked him if he regretted not having children, he said, “Not really. I feel as if I’ve had thousands of them.”
Rupert Bear’s Friends in Nutwood
I remembered Bill Badger; also lovely, reliable Edward Trunk and the naughty Fox twins. But I’d forgotten Algy Pug and a load of others. Going through that list was like meeting the very best of old friends unexpectedly. Like a hug from the past.
Rupert Bear’s Friends in other places
There’s even Julia Eccleshare, expert on children’s books, who notes that these stories are grounded in reality, yet at the same time have a sort of otherness. She thinks it might come from the pictures, and she may well be right.
And then, of course, there’s Rupert’s other friend, Sir Paul McCartney, who celebrated Rupert’s centenary by remastering the Frog Song. I think he’s really got to the heart of that Rupert Bear magic: friendship, playing the game, closeness, kindness.
Lovely stuff. Better than whitewashing. Or listening to footling politicians.
Sophie
Oh, that’s lovely, Sophie! Thank you for that. And yes, I was a member of the Followers of Rupert for several years, and I’ve managed to get references to him into several of my own books. How cheering on a gloomy Sunday morning. Thank you again.
PS I am now listening to the Mark Radcliffe radio programme – glorious!
So glad Rupert Bear cheered you up all over again. He’s a bit of a magician himself, I think.
Lovely, isn’t it? His rhyming couplets even scan. Well, mostly.
Such a joyful post, Sophie. Thank you.
My very great pleasure, Liz.
Delightful. And a much-needed escape from hair-tearing reality. Thank you.
So glad you enjoyed it, Joanna.
I loved my Rupert books it was the first thing l opened on Christmas morning. (Still love them). Love the article.
Sounds from that radio programme as if you weren’t the only one, Yvonne.
Do listen to it, if you can. It’s just heaven – and Alfred Bestall’s lovely goddaughter is on it too and makes it all come alive again.
I never got much into Rupert as a child, but my young brother had many Rupert books. Lovely reminiscences though. I am very glad it served as an antidote to the appalling shenanigans that pass for politics at the moment.
I didn’t have the books, either, Liz. But the sons of a friend of my parents had the album every year, and their father used to gather us all up on the sofa, so we could look at the pictures and read it to us. My reading was way ahead by that time, but I really loved the snuggles. Never forgot them.
What a lovely, fun blog post on Rupert, Sophie! So much I didn’t know.
Nor me, Ros. I went digging after Lesley whetted my imaginative appetite…
So glad I did.
will do asap. Thanks for your message. Regards Yvonne
Happy smile.
Very informative blog. Brought back such lovely memories, warm fire, Christmas tree and me with my Rupert book.