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Sammy is the door-boy for kindly local doctor Samuel Hubbs, a stand-in for Foote himselfthey share the same Lexington Avenue address and have written books with the same titles. Sammy Tubbs becomes his young protégé: In a sort of med-school Pygmalion, the older white Hubbs molds the young black Tubbs into a doctor. In each respective volume, amid servant high jinks and literal monkeyshines, Tubbs gets lectured on Muscles, Circulation, Digestion, and the Nervous System. But the fifth and final volume bears a curious inscription on its cover: A Book for Private Reading. Leaf through it, and you'll see why: It has line drawings of genitals, of Rand McNally road-map accuracy.
It's a Victorian sex-ed manual. For children. Starring a monkey.
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"Encountering Sammy Tubbs was a eureka moment, like a shot of a very powerful, very pleasurable drug," Michael Sappol, curator at the National Library of Medicine, tells the Voice. Sappol's metaphor is apt: The Sammy Tubbs series mixes nearly every progressive and fringe element of 19th-century physiology and politics into a sort of patent-medicine speedball. There are lectures against tight-fitting clothes, against tobacco and alcohol, and for phrenology and animal magnetism; there are thrilling showdowns between bigotry and the rights of women and minorities. And there are, courtesy of illustrator H.L. Stephens, hundreds of drawings of everything from shrub-like capillary diagrams to flying monkeys and animated kitchen appliances. Rather more down to earthif not downright earthyillustrations include those of genitalia. One set of these occurs on page 180 1/2the publishing netherworld equivalent of Floor 7 1/2 in Being John Malkovichso that mortified parents could razor out the drawings without Junior noticing a break in pagination. But even razored copies still contained a drawing of a vagina with a tiny musical note tooting out of ita sly touch by Stephens removed from later printings.
Sappol first encountered Tubbs in the early days of researching his recent book, A Traffic of Dead Bodies: Anatomy and Embodied Social Identity in Nineteenth Century America (Princeton University Press, 2002), newly published in paperback and featuring a chapter devoted to Tubbs. Looking through a library catalog, Sappol spotted the intriguing category of Popular Anatomy. "The catalog had only two listings," he says, "both from the 1870s: Sammy Tubbs, and a minstrel show skit about black body-snatchers conning a judge." As Sappol notes in his book, Sammy Tubbs is an "idiosyncratic blend of minstrelsy, anatomical instruction, and juvenile fiction . . . a generic hybrid that Foote called 'Science in Story' (what would now be termed an 'edutainment')."
Foote's edutainment constantly baits his audience's preconceived notions"While reading these volumes keep up with Sammy. Do not let a little black boy do better than you," he taunts readers at the beginning of one volume. Yet Sammy Tubbs always comes out on top: Beginning as a "poor little ignorant colored boy" living in the attic of Hubbs's genteel Manhattan home, he rises inexorably to become a self-appointed neighborhood practitioner and health lecturer, addressing halls packed with rapturous black and white womenwhere his reproduction lecture is introduced by a certain "Miss Goodlove"and treating not only black patients in his family's neighborhood, but poor whites as well.
But Sammy gets particularly familiar with white bodies in the form of his girlfriend, Julia Barkenstir. She ispause for ironythe daughter of a cotton broker. Foote advocated interracial relationships on eugenic grounds of avoiding racial inbreeding, resulting in an extraordinary Sammy Tubbs illustration of Sammy and Julia kissing. It is, Sappol marvels, "perhaps the first positive representation of an interracial kiss in nineteenth century American illustrated fiction." And Sammy is unapologetic about it, yelling over the protests of Julia's father: "White men are constantly decrying miscegenation, miscegenation!while they are the only ones that want to miscegenate. . . ."
Y'got that, Strom?
Like a medical Walt Whitman, E.B. Foote saw nothing impure in human bodies. He sang the body electric. He also sang the "electro-magnetic preventive machine," a worthless birth control gizmo hawked for $15 by his mail-order business. But for a man denounced in early credit reports as "a splendid specimen of the genus humbug," Foote was an extraordinarily successful entrepreneur; his two most popular books, Medical Common Sense and Plain Home Talk, had combined sales of more than 750,000. Working from his elegant offices at 120 Lexington Avenue, E.B. Foote's business was a marvel of vertical integration: He was the author and publisher of his medical theories, the doctor who prescribed his own remedies, and the manufacturer and distributor of those very same medicines.