I should have posted this earlier- it is always such a whirlwind when a new book comes out.
Volume 8 of this series is now available and was well received at the Baltimore Show, with a third of the press run selling over the course of the weekend.
(click on any picture to see it in greater detail)
I should have posted this earlier- it is always such a whirlwind when a new book comes out.
Volume 8 of this series is now available and was well received at the Baltimore Show, with a third of the press run selling over the course of the weekend.
I am pleased to report that The Leadhead's Pencil Blog Volume 8 is in the hands of the printer, who promises that I will have books in hand at the Baltimore Pen Show - March 6-8, 2026. For those who will be attending, the Baltimore Show website is here.
To preorder, visit the Legendary Pencil Company website here.
"It's a beauty!" reports Richard Keith, who as always helped with editing and reviewed the proof - the book has a lot of things you won't find here in Internetland.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Since 2018, when our Google overlords wiped all the images from the first 700 or so articles of this blog, I've been reducing the articles I post here to print form. The articles in this latest series started in August, and it didn't take long to post enough material to fill up an eighth volume; I was catching up after a four-year absence, so these were mostly longer articles with more images than in previous volumes. I've started playing around with the cover design, and here's the rough concept I've sent off to the designers:
The ones I'll have printed will be through TPS (Total Printing Solutions), the folks who did the Eversharp book for me. They were great to work with, and they made a quality product with excellent paper, printed endsheets, and great attention to detail.
As for the Ingram version . . . let's just say Ingram has found more ways to disappoint me than I ever knew existed. Bad customer service, inferior product. The only reason I use them is because they have a monopoly on the distribution market.
If you are thinking about getting the print version of Volume 8, I think you will be much happier with the version TPS will make for me. So I have an accurate head count, let me know you would like one if you haven't bought one from me before by emailing me at jveley@jonathanveley.com. I anticipate that the cover price will be around $80 or so, and I'll post an update to confirm the final price when I have the final page count and the TPS estimate.
Why buy the book if you can read these articles online, you might ask -
1. Nothing on the Internet is forever. If for whatever reason the blog is no longer available online, this will be it.
2. I'll be editing, refining, and updating these online articles in the course of preparing them for print. Several articles will include updates that won't be posted online and will only be included in the print version.
3. The print volumes include a detailed cumulative index, so you can better navigate the 1,600 articles that have been published here since 2011.
4. You'll be initiated into the "Order of the Leadheads," and the version I sell here will include a signed sticker for inside the front cover with your assigned number in the Order. Once you are in the Order, your number is yours for any of my future books -- a lot of Knights have gotten very attached to their numbers.
5. Print books are dying off as society increasingly looks for fast and free answers online. I, for one, will die on this hill -- in my opinion, if there is any group of people left who still support printed books, it is a community like ours that celebrates the art of writing.
So, let me know if you want to reserve a copy of Volume 8 and please -- if you have comments, corrections, or additional information for any of the articles in this series, drop me a line.
Once this volume is done, I know I'll eventually get the itch, and I'll be back with more articles. In the meantime, enjoy your family, eat some turkey, and I'll see you again soon.
Nearly everything I acquire these days is brought to me by friends at pen shows or comes from someone who has stumbled across this blog and emailed me. When I am out on the prowl at antique shows and malls, I rarely find anything that interests me; it sometimes seems like we are reaching a singularity in which all the pens and pencils are already in the hands of collectors.
Imagine my elation when Janet and I walked into an antique mall we had not visited for some time in September, and the first showcase inside the door looked like this:
Next is something I don’t normally chase; it’s unmarked, but I just liked it. The three colored buttons on top indicate the lead colors in the three pencils nested inside.
That blue plastic fountain pen with what looks like a modern plastic clip is much older and better than it looks: it’s a “Graphomatic,” made by the Sager Barrel O’ Ink guys. I have wanted an example of my own since Richard Binder allowed me to use an image of one in his collection in a piece I wrote about a Graphomatic double-ended pencil – see “A Name Closer to Right” (April 15, 2020: Volume 6, page 48).
I had to have it anyway, even though it was a bit overpriced, because of what was on the top: “Awarded by L.C. Smith & Bros. Typw. Co.,” it reads.
With my little pile of goodies waiting in my bin at the checkout counter, Janet and I explored the rest of the mall and I found . . . absolutely nothing. The thrill of the chase was losing all of its thrill as we trudged along, and I began to have an existential moment wondering what the heck I’m doing. I’ve chased these things for more than twenty five years now, and I’ve got more of them than I’ll ever have time to write about, much less use – even if I wrote one word with each one for my next book.
Maybe that’s an exaggeration. I write a lot.
Whenever I have these thoughts, it makes me remember something I first heard in 1995 that has dogged me ever since. That was when I first watched what I consider to be the finest hour of television that ever aired: it was an episode of The X-Files titled “Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose” - season three, episode four for those of you who track that sort of thing.
Peter Boyle (best remembered as Ray Romano’s dad in Everybody Loves Raymond) guest starred as Clyde Bruckman, an insurance salesman with a unique but very limited gift: he knew how and when any particular person would die.
As Mulder and Scully investigated the murders of several fortune tellers, Mulder tried to tap Bruckman’s gifts by taking him to the scene of the latest crime. There, standing in the midst of the victim’s extensive collection of dolls, Mulder asks Bruckman if he had any insights into what motivated the killer. Bruckman’s response has haunted me.
“Why does anyone do the things they do?” Bruckman replies. “Why do I sell insurance? I wish I knew. Why did this woman collect dolls? What was it about her life? Was it one specific moment where she suddenly said, ‘I know... dolls.’ Or was it a whole series of things? Starting when her parents first met that somehow combined in such a way that in the end, she had no choice but to be a doll colle...”
With that, Bruckman has a vision, and he trails off mid-sentence.
I reached the end of that aisle in the antique mall as I thought once again about Clyde Bruckman’s words, musing as I have done countless times why I was doing what I was doing. This time, the tumblers of the universe aligned at that precise moment; I rounded the corner, and I found something.
It wasn’t a pencil. It was my explanation.
There, laying in the center of an antique table, was a coffee table book titled The Baseball Companion. It was opened to display what was written inside the front cover:
“Since I can’t always be your ‘companion,’ maybe this book can substitute and remind you of the good times we had playing catch in the backyard . . . . . and how that helped you go on to be a champion with the A’s (and with everything else that you have accomplished)!
Love,
Dad
8/3/95
“P.S. Remember, God will be your “companion” always, and will keep you a champion -”
With that, just like Clyde Bruckman also did in 1995, “Dad” trails off . . . leaving me standing there thirty years later, in the middle of an antique mall trying to hold back the tears.
That’s it. That’s always been it.
Whether or not I have always known it, my fascination with writing tools and with writing about those tools has been a celebration of the miracle that is the act of writing itself. “Scott’s” father dragged a stick with a bit of ink in it across a piece of paper thirty years ago, and the shapes he made with that stick planted forceful and visceral emotions into my head that remain every bit as powerful today.
Writing is powerful. Whether it’s a pen, or a pencil, or an old typewriter, or a laptop – the tool doesn’t matter, but the raw and awe-inspiring capabilities these things have in the hands of the humans who wield them does. Sometimes that power is used for good, and sometimes it is used for evil. Nearly always, what is good or evil is mostly a matter of perspective.
We are born, we tamp down the earth beneath our feet as we walk around this little round rock for a while, and then we are gone. To paraphrase comedian Randy Feltface in “Randy Writes a Novel” (another hour well worth spending), life is just that insignificant hyphen in between birth and death. We leave no trace of what we thought, who we loved, or who we didn’t. For better or for worse, all of that ends when we do.
Unless we write.
I write books about pencils, tools that by themselves are of no real consequence. When I write an article, there’s something more to it than the pencil itself, and thanks to Scott’s father I can finally articulate why. Telling you these stories connects me with you – and your children, and your children’s children – in a way that nothing else in life can do. Every anecdote that is preserved passes on human thoughts and emotions from which future generations may benefit and learn in some small way.
It doesn’t matter whether you agree with me or whether the words I write please you, anger you, enlighten you, or bewilder you. It is a marvelous human endeavor that I can press buttons on a machine and no matter the distance, no matter the decade – you feel something.
I didn’t buy that copy of The Baseball Companion, as much as I wanted to bring it home. To extrapolate on Clyde Bruckman, imagine all of the things that had to occur for that instant to happen, at exactly the right time. Whether by design or by an incredible series of coincidences, I was given this amazing gift and I do not believe that gift was only for me. I left that book right where it was in the hopes that others would see it and would be as moved as I was – surprised by the unexpected emotions welling up inside them as they experience an inexplicable and intimate connection with a person they have never met. Maybe that in turn would provide them with a greater appreciation for the connections they have with those in their own lives.
Maybe they will go home, pick up the phone, and call their own fathers - or their children, or whoever else is important to them.
Maybe now that I’ve told you this story, you will, too.
I promised yesterday that I’d be back with more information about Parker’s Vest Pocket (or “golf”) pencils. Back I am . . . with a mic drop moment from the Ohio Pen Show.
I move a little slower than I used to these days, conserving my energy rather than running around like a madman – even though I still have a bottle of Jameson on me. Were it not for the kindness of friends, I would have missed what Mike Conway brought in the door that Thursday morning in Columbus; fortunately, Nik Pang was right there when it arrived, and he made a point to acquire it and bring it down to offer it to me.
Joe’s set was reputedly from a Parker salesman, which is why it was outfitted with pencils in Madarin yellow, jade, marine green and black; I suspect Ruth also wanted a little more variety in her set, replacing two pencils with the Moderne Black-and-Pearl and the burgundy pearl ones. Still, since I’m a preservationist first and I like to keep things as they came to me, and I knew this find would be the cover shot for this volume of the book. I played around with a couple rough concepts, and proudly I posted what I came up with:
One of the naysayers was Larry Liebman: I explained to him how this was how the set came to me, but he was unpersuaded. “Yeah, but it really should have two red and two black,” he replied.
I asked Larry if he had actual documentation of that, and he sent me pictures of two advertisements, one of which was in the Saturday Evening Post on July 26, 1930. I renewed my online subscription so I could get access to their archived issues; there it was, right inside the front cover:
Anybody have a spare box bottom? It would be nice, but I’m not the least bit disappointed. To my knowledge, this is the only set known that still has the outer cardboard sleeve.
Larry shared another advertisement with me that answered another question I raised yesterday - my concern was that the more streamlined Moderne Black-and-Pearl pencil that came with my set may have been made later.
Although I’m ultra-cautious when I’m making changes to things when they have been undisturbed for so long, I agree that it’s acceptable to swap out the two pencils in Ruth’s set with the black and red pencils from “When Good Luck Is a Bad Thing” on October 31:
And I’m still looking for the bottom of that outer box.
My reputation as a Parker hater isn’t really accurate, even though I’ve poked the wounded bear a few times here by suggesting Parker made some regrettable lower-quality things for other companies. Maybe this article will redeem me – I have several items in the Parker wing of the museum that I haven’t written about, many of which are truly one of a kind.
A few years ago, Larry Liebman told me he would like to rehome some Parker prototype pencils, and he thought the museum might be a good place for them to enjoy their retirement.
That second example, in coral, sports an ill-fitting washer clip sandwiched between the top and bottom sections.
The two ringtop pencils are fairly straightforward, except for the banding.
Next are a couple shop pieces, showing how Parker’s design department was playing around with different designs:
Fred’s example is missing the top piece and the clip, and I’m still waiting for the right parts to make that happen; the diameter of the opening at the top is larger than any normal Duofold, and someone crudely wedged a now-fossilized eraser in its place after it went missing.
Fred says that he ran across this one in an online auction, and everybody missed it – myself included. But wait . . . there’s more. Fred says it was part of a lot that included some other odd things . . .
But these are conceptual dummies, not finished products, so it’s just as likely that whoever made this just didn’t finish the lathe work on the cap. Besides, there are some similarities between these and Larry’s pencil barrels.