This is my original copy, inscribed on the front end papers in my mother's beautiful handwriting. It was originally published by Chatto and Windus in 1899, with constant reprints, including this edition in 1966 - there were even editions printed during both world wars.
The story is about a little boy, Black Sambo, who lives with his mother and father, Black Mumbo and Black Jumbo. Black Mumbo makes Black Sambo and glorious jacket and pair of trousers, and Black Jumbo buys him an umbrella and a pair of shoes from the bazaar. He goes in his new clothes for a walk in the jungle and meets a series of tigers who, one by one, take an item of clothing in exchange for not eating him. Left with nothing but his loincloth, Sambo is miserable, and then, frightened when he hears fierce growling. Carefully sneaking up, he comes across the four tigers all fighting about which of them - each with an item from Sambo's wardrobe - is the most grand. They take all the clothes off and start fighting and then it gets to the truly weird part of the story - they end up in a ring around a tree, holding each other's tails in their mouths, going round and round until they melt and turn into ghee, which Sambo then takes home for his mother to cook with! Sambo gets his clothes back too...
It's a strange little story, but I remember loving it as a kid. Eighteen found it when we were unpacking books after our latest move - he thought it was hilarious. My edition is a much loved, battered hardcover, 10cm x 13cm.
I had this exact same book and read it many times. Only problem was - I ended up being very frightened of tigers and absolutely convinced there was one living under my bed!
ReplyDeleteBeing frightened of tigers sounds like a healthy, productive survival mechanism. Fear of being censured by the intellectual fascists of the PC crowd is the one you want to avoid...
DeleteOh good heavens! I still have a Robertson's Golly badge.
DeleteI remember eyeing the tigers at the zoo with a whole different kind of trepidation because of this book!
DeleteAnd yes, Jack, for all the 'obvious' reasons why this book disappeared off the shelves for so many years, the 'racial' overtones were simply not on my radar as a child, any more than any of the other 'issues' are in so many of the children's books that were banned. Come to that, I find it curious that golliwogs were banned, but we have continued to push horribly unhealthy body image messages on little girls via Barbi dolls... That's OK, apparently?!
As I said, I still have my Golly badge. Robertson's jam used to have a golliwog logo (long before they were called logos of course) with Gollies dressed in all different ways. If you collected enough little paper Gollies from the label you could send off for a badge or even a china model. Until suddenly there was an outcry about how racist this was. Baffling to a child who loved her badge - my Golly plays the bagpipes
DeleteI don't remember that about the jam. Mind you, I didn't have a golliwog myself - we were a bear and rag doll house!
DeleteMaybe Robertson's didn't operate in Australia?
DeleteGood morning, my old friend! Just stopping by to wish you a joyous Christmas and a safe and happy new year. Sincerely hope 2014 marks an upturn for you!
ReplyDeleteAll the best,
~ "Blimprider"
Dear Kaz,
ReplyDeleteYes, we loved this book when we were small too, so much so that my mother is still called "Mumbo" by me, and my brother Lally gets called "Lumbo" to this day. My dad didn't get called "Jumbo" though...
Chears, Tristram
That's just lovely, Tristram - thanks for dropping by and commenting.
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