Scarsdale High School, Scarsdale, New York
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Scarsdale High School, Scarsdale, New York
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... Recently I dined in New York’s Chinatown with Paul Fung, the Chinese artist. Much food and much talk. A real Chinese dinner has from twenty to thirty courses and lasts five hours. ...
And the Chinese food at Lotus Village, in West 47th street, being the only veritable Chinese fare in the midtown section, according to Paul Fung, the artist; and he ought to know. ... The Igloo, a sort of egg roll, is particularly unnerving until you savor it.
I palled around with Paul Fung more than any of the other cartoonists. Paul was on the Seattle Post-Intelligencer when Billy DeBeck came through and brought him in to New York. He inked Barney Google. Then he took over Dumb Dora after Chic Young had to drop it. Later, he did some stuff for Jack Lait. We had a lot in common. He liked to play golf, and he used to play the organ well, and we had a lot of fun. We’d go out and eat at three o’clock in the morning—first time I had chili on a hot dog. I can still taste it.
... Paul Fung, the cartoonist, took me up three flights off Pell Street one morning to the most astonishing—and inedible—repast I have ever tackled. He promised a “Manchu Emperor’s meal”; it’s no wonder the line is rapidly dying out. We had bird’s-nest soup, shrimp floating in money, fish with a kind of chocolate sauce, an omelet studded with bamboo shoots and what tasted exactly like the Chinaberries I sampled as a boy on Normal Hill. The eggs, incidentally, were surely young when the Chinese Wall was laid out. The meal was accompanied by a thimble-full of “Tiger-Bone Wine”, a brew alleged to be rice wine with the jaw-bone of a tiger inserted into the keg for ageing purposes. But that meal was unfortunate and I couldn’t take it; many other settos with Chinese dishes have been memorable and delightful. ...
Most of the newspaper readers of the United States are familiar with the work of Paul Fung, who is said to be the only Chinese cartoonist working on an American newspaper. But few—very few—people know that he is married and has a little daughter who was born in June of this year.Fung is twenty-two years old. He is the son of the Reverend Fung Chack, Baptist minister and a graduate of Leland Stanford University. Paul was born in the United States. When he was five years old, his father took him to China, where he attended school for six years. His father hoped to make a minister of him, a sort of Chinese Billy Sunday. But Paul had already become interested in another line of endeavor. As he strolled about the streets of Canton, the boy sketched with pad and pencil the quaint characters and scenes of the Orient, and showed so much skill in his drawings that his father, finally despairing of making a minister of him, brought him back to America.Fung went thru the grade schools of Seattle and the Lincoln high school. While he was still in high school his clever sketches came to the notice of the managers of a string of vaudeville houses on the Pacific Coast. He was signed up for a chalk talk behind the footlights, and made one tour of the vaudeville circuit, then turned down a longer contract to go back to school.When Fung finished high school, he tucked a folio of his sketches under his arm and tackled a newspaper office. He sat for two hours on a hard bench in front of the managing editor’s sanctum before he was noticed and invited in for an interview. Given an opening, Fung, who had his recitation all framed up in advance and rehearsed many times, delivered it. He was given a chance to show his talent and made good. He still works for that newspaper.Fung has developed into a clever caricaturist. One of his best drawings he believes to be the war poster, “The Sweetheart of the Allies,” which showed a Salvation Army lassie serving doughnuts to the men in the trenches. This picture was copied all over the worldFung has many friends and thousands of admirers. He has a real sense of humor and possesses the American point of view.“What do you like to draw best of all?” he was asked.Fung's gaze unconsciously went to a picture of his wife and baby which rests in a frame on the back of his desk.“Nowdays,” he replied with a smile, “I like best to draw a paycheck.”