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Two years ago, I was writing about events in the life and times of Thomas C. Moses in 1884. At the time, I was trying to track down information about Henry C. Tryon. Tryon had entered my storyline when he began working at the Sosman & Landis Studio during 1884, filling in for Lem Graham after Graham left to establish a scenic studio in Kansas City.
By 1885, Tryon, Moses and John H. Young went to West Virginia o a sketching trip. Moses described Tryon as “eccentric,” and recorded some pretty humorous episodes about the older artist. While searching for additional information about Tryon’s projects in Utah (this is before he returned to Chicago in 1884), I came across mention of Alfred Lambourne (1850-1926). Lambourne worked with Tryon at the Springvale Theatre Hall. In 1883 Tryon’s younger brother, Spencer, assisted the two while creating stock scenery for the venue.
As I searched for articles in historic newspapers and past publications, I located an interesting description of Tryon by Lambourne in “Reuben Kirkham: Pioneer Artist” by Donna L. Poulton, PhD. Here is a link to her book: https://www.amazon.com/Reuben-Kirkham-Donna…/dp/1599553805. Poulton’s book provided an excerpt from Lambourne’s memoirs that described Tryon.
Lambourne referred to his mentor as “that erratic genius, that Bohemian of Bohemians.” Of his training with Tryon, Lambourne wrote, “…I worked with Tryon about seven weeks. Not on the paint gallery of the Salt Lake theatre, but in one of our southern towns, where we had taken a contract, jointly, for furnishing a set of stock scenery. Those seven weeks were among the most exciting, and from the art standpoint, most profitable of my life. Tryon arrived in Salt Lake City, after a long and successful season of scene-painting in Chicago, and at the Tabor Grand, in Denver. Who, that knew the man, could ever forget that walk, that shock of unkempt red hair, that shrewd ingratiating smile and fun, the enthusiasm, or flash of anger in those steel gray Irish eyes. How distinctly I remember the low suppressed tones of his voice and the sparkle in the same eyes, as he once confronted me and uttered these words: “I have never yet met a man whose combativeness I could not overcome with my own.” However that may have been, we became fast friends and without surrender on either side.”First of all, I find it fascinating that Lambourne not only worked as a scenic artist, but also authored several fictional works. In fact, I have just ordered three of his short stories about scenic artists; original copies are difficult to track down. Lambourne was like many of his peers; nineteenth-century scenic artists enthusiastically wrote about their art, the times, loves lost, and popular stage personalities, providing brief glimpses of life behind the curtain line and the challenges faced by theatre artists.
Lambourne’s memories of Tryon’s combative nature adds a lot of additional color to Moses’s own recollections about Tryon. It is clear that Moses liked and respected Tryon; after all, they planned a sketching trip together in 1885. However, respecting and working with someone is often different than living and traveling with them. Moses provides a peak into Tryon’s personal habits. I previously posted the article that Moses wrote for the “Palette & Chisel Club” newsletter concerning his 1885 trip to West Virginia – see past posts parts 202 to 212 at www.drypigment.net. For now, I’ll start with Moses and Tryon’s departure from the Chicago train station in 1885. Moses wrote,“Henry Tryon and I started for West Virginia on a sketching trip. I had more bother and worry with Tryon than a hen with a brood of chickens; he was simply impossible. A very clever painter but he was not balanced – very temperamental. While he was more than ten years my senior I had to lead him to everything that we had to do for the trip. I went to the B. & O. R. R. Co. and endeavored to secure free transportation. I tried to show them the great benefit our trip would be to the advertising department, as Mr. Tryon expected to write an account for the Chicago Tribune. They had plenty of this advertising, but encouraged us by giving us half fare both ways. We were highly pleased to get this with the understanding that John Young was to follow at the same rate within the week. I had a struggle to get Tryon down to the depot at 5 P.M. – the train left at 5:10. While we were rushing for the sleeper, Tryon stopped – he must get into his trunk which I had checked early in the day. I informed him that we had no time – the baggage was being put on the train. He insisted, so I went with him at 5:05 to the baggage-car. He asked the baggage master to pull the trunk off the truck so he could open it. After much grumbling it was lowered to the platform. Tryon untied the rope, unlocked it and from the top tray took out a fifteen-cent package of Durham smoking tobacco; replacing the rope he informed the baggage-man he was through with it. The baggage-man had been watching him and when he saw what was taken out he made some remarks that would not look well in print. Tryon never lost his temper, so the remarks did not affect him. We had less than two minutes to get to our sleeper, the trunk was thrown on and away we went. I never mentioned the incident again and Tryon forgot it immediately.”
More entertaining tales about Tryon tomorrow.
To be continued…
