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Harry Allen Wolfgang Smith was an American journalist and humorist whose books were popular in the 1940s and 1950s, selling millions of copies. Smith was born in McLeansboro, Illinois, where he lived until the age of six. His family moved to Decatur in 1913 and then to Defiance, Ohio, finally arriving in Huntington, Indiana. It was at this point Smith dropped out of high school and began working odd jobs, eventually finding work as a journalist. He began in 1922 at the Huntington Press, relocating to Jeffersonville, Indiana, and Louisville, Kentucky. In Florida, editing the Sebring American in 1925, he met society editor Nelle Mae Simpson, and they married in 1927. The couple lived in Oklahoma, where Smith worked at the Tulsa Tribune, followed by a position at the Denver Post. In 1929, he became a United Press rewrite man, also handling feature stories and celebrity interviews. He continued as a feature writer with the New York World-Telegram from 1934 to 1939.
He found fame when his humor book Low Man on a Totem Pole (1941) became a bestseller during WWII, popular not only on the homefront but also read on troop trains and at military camps. Featuring an introduction by his friend Fred Allen, it eventually sold over a million copies. Damon Runyon called it, "Rich funny stuff, loaded with laughs." As noted by Eric Partridge in A Dictionary of Catch Phrases, the book's title became a catchphrase for the least successful individual in a group. With his newfound financial freedom, he left the daily newspaper grind for life as a freelance author, scripting for radio while also writing (for six months) The Totem Pole, a daily column for United Features Syndicate, making personal appearances and working on his next book, Life in a Putty Knife Factory (1943), which became another bestseller. He spent eight months in Hollywood as a screenwriter for Paramount Pictures, and wrote about the experience in Lost in the Horse Latitudes (1944). His first three books were widely circulated around the world in Armed Services Editions. The popularity of these titles kept Smith on the New York Herald Tribune's Best Seller List for 100 weeks and prompted a collection of all three in 3 Smiths in the Wind (1946). By the end of World War II, Smith's fame as a humorist was such that he edited Desert Island Decameron (1945), a collection of essays and stories by such leading humorists as Dorothy Parker, Robert Benchley and James Thurber. Histories of the Manhattan Project mention Desert Island Decameron because it's the book Donald Hornig was reading when he was sitting in the Trinity Test tower babysitting the atomic bomb on July 15, 1945, the stormy night prior to the first nuclear explosion. His novel, Rhubarb (1946), about a cat that inherits a professional baseball team, led to two sequels and a 1951 film adaptation. Larks in the Popcorn (1948, reprinted in 1974) and Let The Crabgrass Grow (1960) described "rural" life in Westchester County, New York. People Named Smith (1950) offers anecdotes and histories of people named Smith, such as Presidential candidate Al Smith, religious leader Joseph Smith and a man named 5/8 Smith. He collaborated with Ira L. Smith on the baseball anecdotes in Low and Inside (1949) and Three Men on Third (1951). The Compleat Practical Joker (1953, reprinted in 1980) detailed the practical jokes pulled by his friends Hugh Troy, publicist Jim Moran and other pranksters, such as the artist Waldo Peirce. His futuristic fantasy novel, The Age of the Tail (1955), describes a time when people are born with tails. One of his last books was Rude Jokes (1970). Smith also wrote hundreds of magazine articles for Esquire, Holiday, McCall's, Playboy, Reader's Digest, The Saturday Evening Post, The Saturday Review of Literature, True, Venture, Golf and other publications. Smith made a number of appearances on radio and television. Fred Allen was one of his friends, and he was a guest on The Fred Allen Show on December 7, 1947
Smith was a professional humorist. He made a good living for almost thirty years by writing funny articles and books. That is pretty impressive.
This is a gimmick book. In 1968 Smith wrote an article about chili in Holiday Magazine. He included his recipe for chili. He claimed he made the best chili in America. The idea was to get a response. He did.
The Chili Appreciation Society of Dallas eventually challenged him to a chili cookoff. The whole thing was a publicity stunt. The event was held in a small town in Texas. They got all kinds of press coverage and a fun time was had by all.
There were serious chili issues at stake. Smith put beans in his chili. Texas considered that heresy. Smith made a relatively soupy chili. Texas made a thick chili. There were side issues about the acceptability of green peppers (Smith, although he tried to blame his wife) and cornmeal (Texas, they used it as a thickener)
Smith uses the whole thing as an opportunity to write a very enjoyable book on chili, Texas, hot peppers, newspaper writers, fresh and canned hot peepers, the Alamo butter-bean, and whatever else he can shoehorn into the book.
The spirit of the contest was insults and phony outrage.
Smith observes that the letters to the magazine from Texas "were composed by people whose tripes had been corroded into wan and flabby whitleather by the mud-puddin' they call chili and who, in consequence, kick senior citizens and lash out at wrens."
Texas responds with, "What this critter calls chili is a slurpy Mother Whistler type of vegetable stew thinner than distilled water."
Everybody has fun. Smith tells a great story. It is hard to imagine such good natured ribbing these days between New York and Texas.
( I was interested to see that my chili is a hybrid. I add beans and green peppers (Smith) but I make a thick chili with a mix of hamburger and bite size beef pieces.(Texas) I would be excommunicated by both schools because I also include some Italian sausage.
I read this as a kid, and it started me on years of Smith fandom to the point where a friend and I planned to drive 2,100 miles to Alpine, Texas, and meet our hero. Just as well we didn't, as he had left Westchester out of disgust with long-haired hippies and modern morals, but was also making himself unpopular with the West Texas locals for being a dadburn arrogant SOB. There's a hair-raising account of that period of his life at https://www.texasmonthly.com/arts-ent..., by the way. I'm relieved I never encountered him and stuck to endless re-reads of "Buskin' With H. Allen Smith" and "The Compleat Practical Joker" instead.