“A man is a worker. If he is not that, he is nothing.” – Joseph Conrad
Work! Some people claim to love it. Others vow they hate it. Some are notably better acquainted with it than others, but we won’t name names.
“What work I have done, I have done because it has been play. If it had been work, I shouldn’t have done it,” Mark Twain said.
Thomas Edison observed, “As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey.”
The British humorist, Jerome K. Jerome, summed up many peoples’ view on the subject: “I like work. It fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.”
Which brings us to our famous cover artists. From a place of relative safety behind their easels, unfettered by nine-to-five jobs and the usual drudgery (except when their wives pulled them away to put up storm windows), they were free to sit back and observe the American “workscape” in all its glory, from window washers and sign painters to plumbers and construction workers.
They even turned a lady riveter into the most famous cover girl of all.
In keeping with the theme of this issue, we put our own shoulders to the task and created this tribute to the art of work. Now we’re going to take a break while you sit back and enjoy it.
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