Russ did not write me "stories," exactly, but his letters were as good as stories because of his colorful and gusty language; and often he was quite funny. For example, he kept urging me to visit Jack London country even though I was afraid to fly; he told me, "The airplane was first flown in 1903 and to date not one single plane has failed to come down." (November 27, 2023) He could be quite hilarious when describing college professors, even though I was a college professor, as when he wrote:
"The academic world is full of knot heads. They go through our store with their minds still in their cars. Now and then we get a live one, and that is like running into an iceberg in Death Valley. For some unknown reason the brain-dead ones are college professors." (July 21, 2024)
--Joanne Jefferys Amberson
I'm not good at remembering such. If he really liked you, he subjected you to insults with that wickedly brilliant mind.
--James Bankes
He liked to make fun of pompous scholars and pretentious intellectuals. He also laughed a lot about politicians.
--Claude Chapuis
I remember one time I asked Russ for advice on pricing used books. He replied by starting off with, "The pricing of used books is always a problem. Too low and you'll make lots of friends; too high and you'll lead a lonely life."
--Richard Dixon
I don't know if it's particularly humorous, but he once told me the reason he never wore rings. During the Second World War, he said, while maintaining bombers, he would slap the cockpit to let the pilot know everything was complete, then slide off the wing before the plane took off. Once his wedding ring caught on a rivet, and he was nearly carried to his reward before he could get loose. I remember also how much enjoyment he got out of the confusion of Jack's Japanese translators over his American vernacular.
--Loren Estleman
A sense of humor? Yes! His jokes were groaners, and usually on the corny side but fun nonetheless. His humor seemed more in line with a good-natured put-down of his friends. If he liked someone, that someone was usually the butt of his humor.
--Andy Flink
The one that comes to memory is the time he told about setting his desk on fire after lighting his always present pipe.
--Bill Kelly (fireman)
(1) On January 12, 1985, at the annual Jack London Birthday Banquet, Russ told this story in recognizing Becky London:
Becky's mother was rather prudish, rather Victorian; but I'll tell you this, Becky is far from it. She went to the doctor the other day, who's also a psychiatrist, and said, "Doctor, I want my sex drive lowered." The doctor looked at her and he said, "How old are you?" She said, "I'm eighty-two." He looked back at her, and he says, "Ma'am, it's all in your head." She said, "Well, that's why I came here."
(2) Russ once told me that he and Winnie were engaged and married within a few months after they met. Russ said half the church was against it and the other half threatened him to marry her, since he was a sailor with a girl (or two) in every port.
(3) Russ told me that on their wedding anniversary on Jack London Square in 1969, they were in a wine tasting room eating cheese, and Eddie Albert and his son, Edward, were there too. To celebrate their anniversary, Eddie Albert wanted to take them around the Square, toasting at each establishment. Russ and Winnie turned down the actor and kept their twosie dinner reservation on the Square.
(4) A tale of the Klondike expedition is of Ralph. Russ said Ralph kept dipping up snow along the trail, and he kept asking, "Why is the snow up here salty?" After the umpteenth time, Russ answered, "Well, Ralph, if you reach out a few more inches, you would be out of dog pee." This is Russ's "yellow snow" story.
(5) At the 1989 Banquet, Russ's joke was that the good news is that we still have Ten Commandments. The bad news is that Adultery is still one of them.
--Jacqueline Koenig
Only the time in Pensacola, Florida, when he was building a new church and the Catholic priest offered him a donation. He told the priest that he was surprised that he would want to contribute to the building of a Baptist church. The priest then said, "This contribution is not for your building fund; it is to help pay for the expense of tearing down the old church."
--Darwin (Jon) Kingman
Russ once said had he named the bookstore Russ Kingman's Bookstore instead of the Jack London Bookstore, he doubted its success.
--Victor Sabo
Russ always had a great sense of humor. Like Charmian typed Jack's manuscripts, so Winnie typed Russ's. Russ wrote his Pictorial Life by hand and Winnie transcribed it. One day while Russ was reading the typescript, he started laughing so hard that tears came to his eyes. Winnie rushed in to see what was the matter, but Russ couldn't tell her--he was still laughing too hard. Instead, he handed her a page of typescript and point out where to read. The particular portion concerned the claim that some writers made that there was more than just a platonic relationship between Jack and Anna Strunsky. In refutation, there on the typed page was: "Actually, if anybody really wants to know the truth of their relationship, he need only look at the litters they left behind them." Of course, this typo should have read "letters." Just for fun, Russ left the typo in and sent copies to both Earle Labor and Dick Weiderman, pointing out the little glitch and asking impishly if we should leave it in. "Sure, go ahead," responded Dick, appreciating the humor. But Earle, to hear Russ telling it, was horrified, and with shock streaming from his voice, emphatically stated, "Definitely not!"
Russ and Earle were always roasting each other in fun. I actually believe that Russ's place could also be called Earle Labor's West Coast vacation home. One story Russ liked to tell on Earle concerned Earle's copy of The Mystery of Jack London by Georgia Loring Bamford. Soon after this book was published, it was suppressed by the London Estate. Only a few copies got into circulation, and therefore it became a difficult to obtain. Earle was the proud owner of one copy which he purchased for (I believe) something like $45; no dust jacket, and not in the best of condition. Russ thought it was great fun to rub it in to Earle that he got a brand new copy of the first edition in dust jacket for only $5--and that anyone else who wanted could get one also. I believe it was the Holmes Bookstore in Oakland that had, in the 1970's, obtained the entire remaining stock that had been stored in a basement all these years and started selling them in their bookstore at $5 per copy.
--David Schlottmann