Appendix A: Literature Mentioning Escagraphs
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Appendix A: Literature Mentioning Escagraphs |
Below are listed poetry and literature sources where escagraphs appear; each includes an excerpt. They are listed by century and are in chronological order by first publication date. In the poetry of the 18th century are several entries lauding the ginger-bread horn book; the others run the gamut from alphabet macaroni to magic. Of note are two references, Goldsmith and Smollet, published 5 years apart which make references to single gingerbread alphabet cookies. The Smollet excerpt mentions their use in learning the alphabet, the Goldsmith excerpt says that the children involved will receive them one at a time indicating single gingerbread letters. My argument that Murrel's single alphabets heralded the acquired knowledge of the single moveable type face that had characterized printing since 1450 is undergoing change by the 18th century and the sweet alphabet gingerbread letter is overcoming its heritage making ready to be used as a learning tool as it is today. Gingerbread hornbooks may have encouraged that shift. The shift to single alphabets for learning and for acknowledging the printing press was occurring making ready for the influx of alphabet pasta's representation of literacy by the end of the 19th century. Also note in the Greene entry that Brighton rock is a central clue to a murder investigation. Note also the directions for making an American version of Brighton rock in the Garner entry.
Alma: or, The Progress of the Mind. In three Cantos Second canto, lines 461-468
- I mention'd diff'rent Ways of Breeding:
- Begin We in our Chldren's Reading.
- To Master JOHN the ENGLISH Maid
- A Horn-book gives of Ginger-bread:
- And that the Child may learn the better,
- As he can name, He eats the Letter:
- Proceeding thus with vast Delight,
- He spells, and gnaws, from Left to Right
Part III, A voyage to Laputa, Etc., Chapter V
- I was at the Mathematical School, where the Master taught his Pupils After a Method scarce imaginable to us in Europe. The Proposition and Demonstration were fairly written on a thin Wafer, with Ink composed of a Cephalick Tincture. This the Student was to swallow upon a fasting Stomach, and for three Days following eat nothing but Bread and Water. As the Wafer digested, the Tinc-ture mounted to his Brain, bearing the Proposition along with it.
In Praise of the Hornbook Written under a fit of the Gout. lines 1-2 & 17-21
- HAIL! ancient Book, most vernerable code!
- Learning's first cradle, and its last abode.
- ................................................................
- Or if to gingerbread thou shalt descend
- And liquorish learning to thy babes extend
- Or sugar'd plane, o'erspread with beaten gold,
- Does the sweet treasure of they letters hold;
- Thou still shalt be my song-------
CHAPTER XII
- This was to be our visiting-day. The next that came was Mr. Burchell, who had been at the fair. He brought my little ones a pennyworth of gingerbread each, which my wife undertook to keep from them, and give them by letters at a time.
p. 103
- Letter to Mrs. Mary Jones, at Brambleton-hall.
- From Win. Jenkins
- --Remember me to Saul--poor sole! it goes to my hartt to think she don't yet know her letters--But all in God's good time--It shall go hard, but I will bring her the A B C in ginger-bread; and that you, nose, will be learning to her taste.
Chapter I
- Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words "EAT ME" were beautifully marked in currants. "Well, I'll eat it," said Alice. . .
pp. 6, 86, 162, 163, 178, 198, (editor's note 248)
- ...this sun, this music, the rattle of the miniature cars, the ghost train diving between the grinning skeletons under the Aquarium promenade, the sticks of Brighton rock, the paper sailors' caps.
- ...he could see anyone in the hot empty mid-week afternoon who went down below the Aquarium, the white deck ready for dancing, to the little covered arcade where the cheap shops stood between the sea and the stone wall, selling Brighton rock.
- Cubitt suddenly, furiously, broke out, "I can't see a piece of Brighton rock without..." He belched and said with tears in his voice, "Carving's different."
- ...She said slowly over to herself: ..."Brighton rock." The clue would have seemed hopeless to many women, but Ida Arnold had been trained by the Board.
- "What's that?" he asked and nodded at a box, the only unfamiliar object there.
- "It's broken rock," she said, "going cheap."
- "From the makers?"
- "No. It got broken. Some clumsy fool – " she complained. "I wish I knew who..."
- "Oh no they don't. Look at me, I've never changed. It's like those sticks of rock: Bite it all the way down, you'll still read Brighton."
- Brighton Rock is a form of sticky (sic) candy as characteristic of English seaside resorts as salt-water taffy is of the American. The word "Brighton" appears on the ends of the stick at no matter what point it is broken off.
p. 158
- Nora knew another boy whom she was very fond of his name was Michael (Sonny) Bodkin he was going to the University College here he was a very handsome young man with a beautiful head of black wavy hair he was a great admirer of Nora but she was too young and afraid to be seen with the boys. We used to go to his father's shop for a pennyworth of conversation lozenges the flat sweets with rhymes on them (such as I love you and will meet you tonight).
p. 283
- He was a round little German with a round head and drooping mustaches; he drove a high cart with a window in front from which the reins fell steeply to the horse's neck. His crackers should have made his fortune: they were thick and hard, stamped with his name in tiny letters, and eaten preferably tow by two, with butter spread so lavishly between that it curled over the edge at every bite.
p. 13
- I was clever in school, and Father was pleased. Sometimes when I got a star for my work, he'd give me a paper of button candies or a handful of those pastel lozenges that bore sugary messages--Be Mine, You Beauty, Love Me, Be True.
Updike, John
p. 38
- "So this old guy wrote the name of the disease and my brother's name on the skin of the guava and it sank right in. You could see the words moving into the center. I tried writing on a guava and I couldn't even make a mark. Sure enough, weeks later I get a letter from him saying he felt a lot better suddenly.*
*This entry is included because it exemplifies the magic thought to be created by writing on an edible surface
Garner, William
p. 142
- He pushed Morpurgo before him, round the side of the counter and through a small door at the back. Morpurgo found himself assailed by hot smells of peppermint, synthetic fruit and sugar. The room they had entered was not large, its space further reduced by a great, metal-topped table and, at the far end, large metal vats, source of the overpowering odours. Two men worked at the table, each with long sticky cables of pulled candy. One was building up fat pink bars to form an E. The other had already constructed a C in cross section, its axis reaching almost from one end of the table to the other.
- "There you are, sunshine," Trigg said. "There's a national secret, how to get MOSCOW running clean through a stick of rock. They'll build up those names, do you see? They'll fit ‘em together, then they'll roll and pull, roll and pull, until it's the right thickness, then they'll cut it up and wrap it ready to sell...
Bruno-Holley, Maria
p.101
- I was about to tell him he was becoming a bit of a cliché, especially when he got down on the floor, spun on his back, then on his buttocks, and back-flipped into the refrigerator, knocking off one of the little diet magnets that spelled "Haven't You Had Enough?" in alphabet macaroni.
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