The collection consists of artwork created or acquired by Emily Carr between ca. 1893 and 1945. This collection was acquired by the BC Archives over many years through donations and purchases. It includes sketchbooks, paintings and other artworks.
MS-3326 consists of one funny book, created by Emily Carr in 1901. The funny book is comprised of seven pairs of works, which consist of graphite and ink drawings with accompanying hand-written verse. The work details the shared adventure of Carr and her friend, Hannah Kendall, as they attempted to view the funeral procession of Queen Victoria in London, February 2, 1901.
Each pair of works has been described at the item level.
Full text of verse [sic]: At six o'clock from sleep I wake By Kendal who my pillows shake, Will you get up you lazy Carr? The sun o'er chimney-pots a far Is rising and tis deep transgression To sleep and miss todays procession Oh, slowly out of bed we rise With woeful, weary, sleepy eyes, Tis half-way dark and chilly too And Kendals nose is red and blue.
Full text of verse [sic]: Dong, Dong goes the deafening gong Fixing ties belts and collars we hurry along. And down the long staircase hurridly flock Giving poor Mrs. Dodd a considerable shock For every morning we're always late For breakfast served at half past eight.
Full text of verse [sic]: The buss man cast us off the buss Because we had not change with Quoth Kendal, "Carr you are a fool To take with you that stupid stool I've got a bag of caramels, To eat when not observed by swells."
Full text of verse [sic]: Saith Kendal "Wont you Bobbey please Shew us a sport where we can squeeze?" I stood behind and hid my stool, Because you know it was the rule, No chairs or stools should be allowed, To persons standing in the crowd
Full text of verse [sic]: Now Kendal and the Bobbey had a hot and heavy fight Kendal pounded the poor Bobbey with all of her puny might, For the Bobbey pushed her back for some much belated swells And she struck the sollid Bobbey with her bag of caamels Mid the scuffle that ensured my stool was borne away Its services did not avail to raise my height that day I could not stop to pick it up the crowd was so intense I only wished I were'nt so short and longed to be immense
Full text of verse [sic]: On our tippest, tippest, tiptoes With our necks stretch nigh to crack, It is coming, we are watching Opened eyes and stiffened back
I saw a corner of the pall And Kendal saw the Kaiser But what went on before, behind We both were none the wiser.
Full text of verse [sic]: The next few days were very bad Both for Kendal and for me I lay in bed, with an aching head She wearily brought me tea, And we talked it over gravely All the squeezing and the pain, And we said, mid a crowd in London, We would never go again.