“The Barbershop Quartet”

Did you know that there’s a Barbershop Harmony Society dedicated to preserving the history and art of the old-fashioned singing style? And did you further know that a large mural of this 1936 Rockwell classic graces the outside of the society’s beautiful headquarters in Nashville, Tennessee? If you click on the cover for a close-up and observe how Rockwell captured each face at the point of a crucial note, you can just hear the faint strains of “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.” Or perhaps “Sweet Adeline.” And it sounds good!

I’m catching some details I hadn’t before noticed. I can’t believe I never noticed the old copy of “Police Gazette” with a scantily clad woman on the front page. And the Rockwell attention to detail includes a shaving mug, straight razor, and even a comb missing a few teeth.

“Rosie the Riveter”

With her strong arms and dirty face, Rosie the Riveter serves as the symbol for the more-than-capable World War II working woman. This was 1943, and it was no time for the delicate, coddled female beauty. But Rosie is still a girl, as shown by easy-to-miss details such as the compact and scalloped hankie sticking out of her coveralls pocket. The feminine touches notwithstanding, she is all business with the patriotic buttons on her overalls and—something else I’ve missed before—a copy of Hitler’s “Mein Kampf” being crushed under her sensible brown shoe. You go, girl!

“The Great Debate”

When looking at this cover, I’ve always noticed the poor kid left to cry on the floor while his parents argue candidates. Get used to it, kid! This cover may be from the 1940s, but politics is still ugly business today. I’ve also always noticed that the sulking wife is determined the winner should be Harry S. Truman while hubby is adamantly for Thomas E. Dewey. What I haven’t noticed before are the overturned glass on the table, the kickin’ red slippers she’s wearing, and the dog and cat. The dog on the floor is just about as upset as the poor toddler! The cat on the back of the lady’s chair is in “fight or flight” mode—do I run or will I have to lash out at someone? “The dog,” said Rockwell, “is mine and so is the cat. The canary is straight off a picture in a bird-seed catalog.” It looks to me like that canary would like to fly away from the scene. Oh, and I love the old-fashioned toaster.

“The Doctor and the Doll”

Talk about a classic! This 1929 cover is one of the most beloved of all time. If you’ve ever had to wait in a doctor’s office, you’ve probably had time to study this scene. You no doubt recall the anxious look on the little girl’s face and the kindly, patient look of the delightful doctor. After much serious consideration, we think the prognosis is good for the doll. What I just noticed is the set of candles atop the desk and that—leave it to Rockwell—the right candle is not quite straight.

The “doctor” was model Pop Fredericks who had ambitions of becoming an actor, a dream that never quite panned out. But Pop was immortalized on Post covers if not the stage. Rockwell used him as a model time after time. He appeared on the canvasses of the great artist as a cellist, a tourist, a politician, Ben Franklin, Santa Claus, and, of course, one of America’s most beloved doctors.

“The Babysitter”

The poor babysitter! It doesn’t look like she’ll get any homework done tonight. Her history and geometry books are neglected, but, ever the good student, she is studying a babysitter’s guide to figure out—well, frankly—how to shut this kid up. And it appears that much has been tried already; cast aside are a teddy bear, a well-worn doll, a rattle, a coloring book, and a mostly finished baby bottle. Rockwell’s mania for detail even extended to the slipcover and the exceedingly detailed wallpaper. One feels for the baby, but the viewer can’t help but hope for relief for the beleaguered young lady soon. You could look at this painting time and again without noticing the cola bottle almost hidden by the book in the upper left. It’s almost a shame she’s too young for something stronger.

“Woman Gets Bob at Barbershop” – E.M. Jackson

Females these days think they can waltz into a man’s territory and get their hair bobbed! What next? In this case the cover is from Country Gentleman (a sister publication to the Post) from 1925. Waiting impatiently (notice the pocket watch) is a disapproving customer.

“Couple in Barber Chairs” – E.M. Jackson

The same artist, E.M. Jackson, did this charming cover for the Post five years later. Seems as though they’re examining their new dos, but look at their mirrors. They’re checking each other out!

“Bernice Bobs Her Hair” – Coles Phillips

Alas, this lovely lass is having haircut remorse. Artist Coles Phillips worked mostly for Life magazine, but a few of his lithe beauties graced the covers of The Saturday Evening Post.

“Comical Haircut” – Howard Scott

Talk about haircut remorse! Really, the client can get carried away with comics, but the barber is another matter altogether. The style and humor of this 1943 cover suggests Norman Rockwell, but it was by an artist named Howard Scott. However, this was the issue that introduced Rockwell’s famous Four Freedoms paintings.

“Barber Getting Haircut” – Stevan Dohanos

Stevan Dohanos was a great artist who did over 120 Post covers, and this was his barbershop in Westport, Connecticut. “A half dozen other well-known illustrators get their hair cut” in this shop, the editors noted, “which will surprise a good many, who might suppose that a barber in an artist’s colony would starve to death.” How would the local barbers like the cover, speculated our sassy editors? “Dohanos’ next haircut will tell.”

“Butch’s Haircut” – Albert Staehle

For us kiddies who don’t remember the 40s, let me explain something: This adorable cocker spaniel named Butch appeared on about 25 Saturday Evening Post covers. Readers couldn’t wait to see what the pooch would be up to next. The artist, Albert Staehle, got the idea for this cover from a little girl in the park. “I have a picture on my wall of a dog just like that,” she said. “He is chewing on a slipper.” The artist explained that this was the same dog. “The dog in the picture is neat,” the little art critic observed. “This dog is all rough on top.” Unperturbed, the artist said, “Well, maybe Butch needs a haircut.” The rest is Saturday Evening Post history.