Jack Conroy and the Anvils--Original, New, and North CountryBy modibo, Section Historical Perspectives
On one of the worst days of the Summer of July, 2005 heat, we journeyed to the edge of Moberly, Missouri in search of the grave of Jack Conroy.
Conroy was the "Sage of Moberly". At least that's what it says on his tombstone. No doubt, he is a definite contender for the title, if only because he succeeded in operating one of America's most famous, left-wing, self-described "proletarian", magazines in a city of about 12,000 people, on the edge of the prairie, in a conservative part of Missouri called "Little Dixie". The full story follows...
Conroy was born in 1899, in the Monkey's Nest coal camp on the edge of Moberly. His father died in a mining accident there, as did one brother and two half-brothers. His mother led him down the railroad tracks into Moberly and begged a job for him at the Wabash Railroad shops in downtown Moberly. He worked for the railroad until his involvement in union activity and in a large strike that led to his being blacklisted. He spent the 1920s as a migratory laborer, riding the rails with members of the I.W.W. (or Wobblies), educating himself reading the famed Little Blue Books of E. Haldeman-Julius. He became involved with a short lived magazine--Rebel Poet. In 1932, he returned to Moberly and started The Anvil, which had the motto "We Prefer Crude Vigor to Polished Banality". In its original form, The Anvil lasted until 1935. Among the writers it published were Richard Wright, Meridel LeSueur, Erskine Caldwell, Chicago's famed James T. Farrell and Nelson Algren, and Wisconsin's own August Derleth. In 1935, Communist Party cultural functionaries gained control of the magazine and moved it to New York City, merging it with the Partisan Review. In 1939, the original dream of publishing raw boned working class writers was revived under the title The New Anvil, and it lasted for six issues until 1940. Among the writers found in its pages were Frank Yerby, Karl Shapiro, Langston Hughes, and William Carlos Williams. Conroy, in an introduction to a 1973 anthology of the best of both Anvils refers to the high mortality rate among small magazines when he quotes a humorous poem called "The Liberators" by Keith Preston:
"Among our literary scenes, Conroy goes on to say in the same introduction "Historically, the small literary periodical has been edited by a person or a group in rebellion against the stultifying formalisms imposed by those organs of expression finding it necessary or expedient to tread warily lest they step on sensitive and corn-encrusted toes of conservative readers or potential advertisers." Both of these magazines were printed in the Minnesota cow barn of Ben Hagglund. Hagglund was a part time farmer, part time printer, and part time poet. He also printed Rebel Poet magazine, The Northern Light magazine, and the poetry of H.H. Lewis. Lewis was self-described as the Plowboy Poet of the Gumbo. He spent his entire life as a farmer in S. Arkansas who wrote radical poetry in his youth and middle age. He delighted in giving his politico/literary views a barnyard flavor-- "Here I am, hunkered over the cow-donick, earning my dollar per and realizing with the goo upon overalls how environment works up a feller's pants-legs to govern his thoughts." Hagglund himself was forced to work out on railroad crews and on hay bailing crews to make ends meet. He managed to publish his own poems as "Hay bailing Poems". The editorial functions of such magazines were accomplished largely by mail using circular letters, passed on from one staff member to another--not unlike today's user group emails--"Everything had to be arranged and done via the then slightly more efficient United States Post Office. It was exchange of letters, consequently, that brought about an agreement between me and Hagglund." In 1936, Conroy obtained a position with the Missouri Writers Project. Later on he went to work for the Illinois Writers Project. Out of these experiences came important associations. Conroy met Black novelist Arna Bontemps ,with whom he collected Black history and labor experiences. They later collaborated together on They Seek a City and Anyplace but Here. He also worked with Nelson Algren, who was at that time hanging around East St. Louis bars with a group of socialistic mill workers and petty hoodlums who were called "the Fallonites", named after their literary minded leader--Bud Fallon. Algren would later use these colorful characters as material for his own fiction, such as The Man with a Golden Arm and Walk on the Wild Side. Will Wharton, former business manager of The Anvil would entertain the bar rooms with humorous barbs aimed at the Communist Party establishment: "I got a leanin' toward Lenin these days While working on the Writers Projects, Conroy also met John T. Frederick, who has formerly been editor of Iowa's Midland magazine. This publication existed from 1918 to 1929, and inspired Conroy in some of his folk tale research and writings. Conroy's own collection of Midwest folk humor was even called "Midland Humor". After 1940, Conroy took a job in Chicago as a literary editor of the American Peoples Encyclopedia. He also did book reviews for the Chicago Tribune, St Louis Post Dispatch, and Kansas City Star. For a time he also wrote a column for the Chicago Defender, a black newspaper. Douglas Wixon described this period in his introduction to Conroy's The Weed King and Other Stories--"Conroy was a familiar personality in Chicago's literary circles in those years, his name appearing frequently in literary columns. Anyone visiting the long-vanished North Clark Street tavern district would have met traveling actors, itinerant workers, bums, gamblers, musicians, and Conroy and his close friend Algren." Young Chicago writers such as Harry Mark Petrakis and Gwendolyn Brooks both acknowledged the encouragement Conroy gave them at this time. In 1966, he returned to Moberly, where he edited Writers in Revolt--the Anvil Anthology and his own collection of short pieces The Weed King and Other Stories. Conroy also wrote two novels--The Disinherited (1933) and A World to Win (1935). In his 1973 introduction to the Anvil collection, Conroy discusses the influence he has on later generations when he quotes Jack Miller in the first issue of Minnesota`s North Country Anvil in 1972: "While we hope to introduce some important writers and break a little literary ground of our own, we're starting from point zero and hardly expect to carry on into the blue from the heights "The Anvil" reached. But I'll tell you this: we do claim to be in the tradition, literary and human, of Jack Conroy."Continuing the tradition of anthologies of defunct left-wing magazines, in 1996 a collection of the best of the North Country Anvil was released as Ringing in the Wilderness--Selections from North Country Anvil-1972-1989. A Generation X reviewer in the Minneapolis/St. Paul "City Pages" (City Pages Vol. 17, Issue 815; July 17, 1996) interprets this radical publication out of her parents' generation: "Imagine Utne Reader without yuppies, four-color ads, or woo-woo feel goodism. Imagine City Pages with a wholistic (sic) agrarian angle and comprehensive dairy-goat raising directions. Imagine The Nation with eco-pacifist etchings and poetry. Imagine all the people, living for the day." Rhoda Gilman, the 70-something-year-old editor of the North Country Anvil collection defines the trans-generational quality of such publications--"There was always the hope it would catch on bigger. For that generation, the revolution was always around the corner." Jack Conroy died in 1990, and was buried in the Sugar Creek Cemetery, next to his wife, his father, mother, and brothers. The cemetery is about all that remains of the former locality known as the Monkey's Nest, which once included a school, a church, various ramshackle houses and a hobo jungle. As Conroy wrote about the people of the Monkey Nest and this cemetery: "They are all gone, some enlarging the Sugar Creek Graveyard, so much so that the graves encroach upon the old churchyard."
Conroy's gray granite stone spits death in the eye with a quote from John Donne: "Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so." Photo of gravestone by Prof. C.J. Dull, PhD |