THE
OTHER GENE SMITH
by Tom Hubbard
Emeritus Prof. Ohio State School of Journalism and Communication
We all know W. Eugene Smith the famous Life magazine and Minimata
photographer. I’ve got a great story about Gene Smith; actually
the “other” Gene Smith. You may not have heard of the
Cincinnati Gene Smith. I worked at the Cincinnati Enquirer (1966-1968)
during the last years of the Cincinnati Gene Smith’s career.
I’ll call the Cincinnati Gene “Smitty” and the
other one “W. Eugene” to keep this straight. (I’m
working from memory so I may a year or so off in this.)
I hate to use the cliche “heart of gold” but it describes
Smitty. Smitty was the AP photographer from the 1930s to the early
1970s. Smitty was the person who said “Thank you Mr. President” in
Cincinnati for many years. He was a wonderful character. He had opinions
and he talked LOUD. Once I saw a photographer mistakenly
open his camera before rewinding the film. He quickly closed it,
trying to
beat the speed of light. I politely ignored it. Not Smitty. He was
all over the hapless photographer; Smitty good naturedly accusing
and the photographer denying.
I think Smitty knew everyone in Cincinnati (and most people in the
world.) If you walked a downtown Cincinnati street with Smitty, he
said “hello,” by name, to half the people he passed.
He mixed his own film developer that he marketed as “Smitty’s
Super Slop.” By word of mouth, Smitty’s mouth. You might
walk by the AP office and hear Smitty yelling at a reluctant photographer
in Philadelphia or Chicago about its ability. It developed fine grain
film in one minute.
When I came to the Cincinnati Enquirer, the other photographers warned
me, “Smitty’s stuff is great, but stay away from it.
He changes the formula every time he makes a batch.” There
were some strange chemicals on the shelf in his darkroom.
When Smitty died in the 1980s, everyone in town had great Smitty
stories. Here’s the most famous; a true story. As you know,
photographers cannot be on the field during a National League Baseball
game. The reason for that was a controversial call in a Reds game
in the 1940s. Smitty walked over to the the umpires and listened.
Then, he yelled the entire conversation up to the press box (and
the entire
ballpark!) at Crosley Field. That was the last day photographers
were on the field during a National League game.
There are hundred’s of Smitty stories but I’ll move to
my point. When national media would come to Cincinnati, one of the
Cincinnati photographers might mention “Gene Smith” meaning
our Smitty. Usually, a visiting photojournalist would react, “Gene
Smith is here?” We would smile and say, “No, we’re
talking about OUR Gene Smith.”
Years after leaving Cincinnati, I finally learned that OUR Gene
Smith was the original. The W. Eugene Smith you know was second.
Literally.
I found it in Jim Hughes’ biography of W. Eugene Smith. Hughes
relates how the beginning W. Eugene Smith applied at Life magazine
and was told they were already using a lot of work from Gene Smith
in Cincinnati. So, W. Eugene Smith adapted the leading “W” we
know. Smitty, you never told me you were the original.
Tom Hubbard
Emeritus Prof. Ohio State School of Journalism and Communication
hubbard.1@osu.edu