Most days in the first decade of the 20th
century, a handsome man with close-cropped, curly hair and a twinkle in his eye
would hop on the Highland Avenue trolley in Somerville, right in front of his
house, and ride the scant mile to the Somerville Public Library at the other
end of Highland Avenue. Once there, Sam Walter Foss assumed the duties of Head
Librarian, a job he held for the last 13 years of his life, and one which gave
him time to do what he loved—mingle with the common man, give help to others,
hone his sense of humor, and work on his poetry and essays.
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Part of a plaque dedicated to Foss at the Somerville Public Library. |
At the time of his death after a failed surgery in 1911, Sam
Walter Foss was heralded by the Somerville
Journal as “the most beloved man in Somerville,” and was the author of over
700 poems and five published books of poetry. In addition, he pioneered many
modern innovations in library service, and had built the library’s circulation
to the second largest in New England—lagging behind only that of the Boston
Public Library. (This, despite the fact that Somerville was only the 14th
largest city in New England, outflanked by other cities with Ivy League
universities, such as Providence, Cambridge, and New Haven.)
Sam Walter Foss was a product of three New England states:
New Hampshire, Rhode Island, and Massachusetts. He was born in Candia, NH, son
of Dyer Foss and Polly (Hardy) Foss, on June 18th, 1858. Sam’s fifth
great-grandfather, John Foss, had emigrated from England to New Hampshire in
the 1630s, and Sam was the eighth-generation scion of hardy New Hampshire
farming stock.
His mother died when he was only four years old, and he was
toughened up early—working on his father’s farm and going to school in the
winters. But he had his mind set on education from an early age. When the
family moved to Portsmouth after Dyer Foss’s remarriage, Sam walked three miles
each way to attend Portsmouth High School, and hatched a plan with a high
school classmate, Arthur Gage, to attend college. Gage recalled these events in
a 1921 letter: “At the end of our second year in the high school, Foss and
myself made up our minds that we wanted to go to college. To enter college at
that time Latin and Greek seemed to be necessary. Classes in Latin were given
in high school but there was no Greek class and at our request the principal
gave us instruction in Greek.”
Their rudimentary efforts to master the classical languages
were not sufficient for the college entrance exams. Despite having been the
class salutatorian at Portsmouth, Arthur went to work as a bookkeeper in town,
and Sam went to what is now The Tilton School, at the recommendation of the Portsmouth
principal, to do a year of postgraduate study. In mid-October, Gage recalls
that he “received urgent letters from Foss urging me to come [to Tilton], that
by doing janitor work we would be able to earn one-half of our tuition and
board.”
After their year of postgraduate work, both young men were
accepted to Brown University with scholarships, and a 50% tuition break. A math
teacher at Tilton, Prof. Dixon, was uncle to Prof. Nathaniel “Toot” Davis at
Brown, and the two appeared to have had some influence on this outcome. Arthur
Gage’s family took the unusual step of moving to Providence, and Sam Foss
boarded with the Gage family during much of his time there. “At other times,”
continued Gage, “he obtained jobs like taking care of furnaces and did not
board with us.” Sam also worked on a farm during the summers to earn his
tuition for each subsequent academic year. [1]
Foss graduated from Brown in 1882 and was named class poet
(as he had been at Portsmouth HS). Writing was the career path he selected, and
with a partner he took over the Lynn (MA)
Saturday Union. By 1883 he was the sole proprietor and editor of the paper,
and started a weekly humor column, which met with great success. The paper was
sold a few years later and he moved to Boston in 1887 to edit the Yankee Blade and write editorials for
the Boston Globe. It is said that he
wrote a poem a week for the Blade,
and in the last two years of his tenure there also wrote a poem a day for a
syndicate. He contributed to Tidbits,
in New York (where he wrote most of the jokes and poetry in the paper), satirical
magazines Puck and Judge, Youth’s Companion, The (NY) Sun,
the Christian Science Monitor, and
the New York Tribune.
In 1887 he married Carrie Conant, whom he must have courted
while he was at Brown. She was the daughter of the Rev. Henry W. Conant, a
Methodist minister and a temperance advocate in Providence, and was a
successful woman in her own right—she had graduated from the RI State Normal
School (now Rhode Island College) and served as principal of the Potters Avenue
School in Providence at the time of their marriage. The Fosses had two
children—a son, Saxton Conant (named for Carrie’s brother) in 1888 and a
daughter, Mary Lillian, known as Molly, in 1893.
By 1893 Sam had accumulated a growing reputation and enough
poems to bring out his first book of verse: Back
Country Poems. He was able to quit his job at the Yankee Blade in 1894, and turn to writing full-time, publishing four
more books of poetry in his too-short life. These included Whiffs from Wild Meadows (1895), Songs of War and Peace (1898), The
Song of the Library Staff (1906), and Songs
of the Average Man (1907).
In his poetry, he uses the voice of the common man, and many
are written in a New England vernacular—Sam was never far from his country
roots. They are largely optimistic, often nostalgic, and champion the power of
the individual and a strong work ethic. He is sometimes critical of societal
institutions, and pokes fun at organized religion (though he was married to a
minister’s daughter, and was a church-going Methodist himself). He is
supportive of science and technology, and, 26 years before the Scopes “monkey”
trial, wrote a poem entitled “The Yeast of Evolution” in which he discusses how
evolution moved the earth from volcanoes, to dragons, to hairy savages, to
Moses, Homer, Plato, and Shakespeare.
One of the most significant moves in his career was when he
was unanimously elected head librarian of the Somerville Library in 1898, a
post he would hold for the next 13 years.
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Sam Walter Foss's house in Somerville MA. |
Sam Foss was not trained as a librarian, but he was
certainly a lover of books, and honed his craft on the job. During his tenure
in Somerville, he initiated many revolutionary programs and policies which
spread to other New England libraries through his advocacy. He was an active
member (and frequent speaker) of The Association of New England Librarians of
Public Libraries, and was accorded the respect of his fellow librarians when he
was elected president of the Massachusetts Library Club in 1904. In Somerville
his innovations included opening the stacks to patrons (allowing them to select
their own books); installing a children’s room, a reference room, and a school
department; adding books to the collection that “ordinary” men and women would
enjoy reading; stocking multiple copies of popular books; establishing
traveling collections for schools, factories, nursing homes, and hospitals; and
opening the library every evening.
In 1908, Brown University awarded him an honorary degree,
“master of arts, librarian and man of letters, singer of kindly songs in many
keys, spreading by the poet’s art the elemental virtues of courage, sympathy,
and faith.”
He was a frequent speaker at many clubs and meetings, and
his speeches, neatly hand-written on the backs of his Somerville Library
stationery, clearly state his point of view on writing, books, libraries, and
many other topics of the day.
On books:
“A lecture on books is like a lecture on the universe—a
very large subject for any small man. I shall consider books as a device, an
invention for bottling up human thoughts and passing them about from hand to
hand and from generation to generation. Books are the canned fruit of the
intellect—human ideas, as it were made into portable jelly—preserved thoughts
for man to feed on in the winter of his mind.”
On reading:
“I don’t know much about Campbell’s condensed soup and I am not
in Campbell’s pay as an advertising agent. But I like his advertisement which
we see in the street cars which reads: 'Just add hot water and serve.' Now
that’s what you’ve got to do with a book when you read it. Put work into it,
grapple with it, give mental sweat and intellectual wrestling to it. 'Just add
hot water and serve.'"
On the role of the
librarian:
“Don’t stay in the library all the time yourself and stagnate in
the musty atmosphere of your dead books. Be a public and not a private man. Get
out and feel the dynamic thrill that comes from contact with live men. The
club, the exchange, the street, the philanthropic and economic organizations
that are feeling out for the betterment of mankind are the places where the
librarian should be found frequently. He should be the best-known man or woman
in the city. A dollar bill that never circulates is not worth as much as a copper
cent that keeps moving. Nearly every librarian ought to double the circulation
of his books and treble the circulation of himself.”
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The Somerville Public Library. |
Sam clearly took this last bit of advice to heart. When he died
in 1911, the Somerville Journal reported
that flags were flown at half-mast; the mayor was an honorary pall-bearer; and
the city clerk, city treasurer, building commissioner, and engineer were
ushers. The church was filled to overflowing. The public library was closed for
the afternoon, and the city hall from noon to 2:30, to honor “Somerville’s most
beloved citizen.”
Despite his years in Somerville, he was buried at the North Burial Ground in Providence, RI.
Sam’s poetry would go on to gladden hearts and make speakers’
points for years to come. In 1929, his poem “The House by the Side of the Road”
was named the second most popular poem in America, and it was frequently
memorized by school students through the 1930s. It is said that the repeated
chorus of the poem: “I want to live in a house by the side of the road and be a
friend to man,” was embroidered on more samplers during this period than “Home
Sweet Home.”
For many years, the opening three words of his poem “The Coming
American” graced the US Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs, engraved in
stone over the portal on the “Warrior Ramp.” (During the time the words were
engraved there, it became known as the “Bring Me Men” ramp.) The words of the
entire verse are appropriate to both the mountainous setting and the academy’s
purpose:
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The Brown University mace with Sam's name at the bottom. |
“Bring me men to match my mountains,
Bring me men to match my plains,
Men with empires in their purpose
And new eras in their brains." [2]
The full four lines are also engraved on the South Wall in the
American Adventure Pavilion at Walt Disney’s Epcot’s World Showcase.
And Sam Walter Foss is also remembered every time a ceremonial
occasion takes place at Brown University—since he is one of 12 distinguished
alumni whose names are engraved on the Gorham silver mace carried by the Brown
President. (His fellow engravees include
Horace Mann, Samuel Gridley Howe, and John Hay.) The mace was given to Brown in
1928 when Foss, 17 years deceased, was at the height of his popularity.
[2] These words remained there until 2003, when allegations of sexual assault at the Academy forced an examination of the culture there, and they were removed as one part of a broad Agenda for Change.
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