Robert Bright (1902–1988)

Georgie the friendly little ghost -- who is not to be confused with Casper the Friendly Ghost -- helps a Scrooge-type character find his Christmas spirit.

It took me a little while to figure out nobody except animals can see Georgie, but just when I got used to that, a person in the story could see Georgie. Now I'm just going to throw my hands up in the air in frustration.

Apparently Georgie has a complex mythology and jumping into the middle of the series with this eighth book might have been a mistake.… (más)

An odd little fable about a cooper's apprentice who has an inventive plan to slay a fire-breathing dragon that's been troubling the kingdom and making short work of the knights sent after it. The illustrations are odd too, all scratchy and wobbly. Too old-fashioned for me.

The title page says it is a retelling of a short segment in Mark Twain's A Tramp Abroad, but it's a pretty loose adaptation that recasts the main character and spends more time with the king's daughter. I found the original telling and include it below. It looks to be about a page or two of text. This book stretches it out to 90.

FOR REFERENCE [Contains spoilers for Richard Brown and the Dragon]

Chapter XVII. Why Germans Wear Spectacles [from A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain]

A mile or two above Eberbach we saw a peculiar ruin projecting above the foliage which clothed the peak of a high and very steep hill. This ruin consisted of merely a couple of crumbling masses of masonry which bore a rude resemblance to human faces; they leaned forward and touched foreheads, and had the look of being absorbed in conversation. This ruin had nothing very imposing or picturesque about it, and there was no great deal of it, yet it was called the "Spectacular Ruin."

Legend of the "Spectacular Ruin"

The captain of the raft, who was as full of history as he could stick, said that in the Middle Ages a most prodigious fire-breathing dragon used to live in that region, and made more trouble than a tax-collector. He was as long as a railway-train, and had the customary impenetrable green scales all over him. His breath bred pestilence and conflagration, and his appetite bred famine. He ate men and cattle impartially, and was exceedingly unpopular. The German emperor of that day made the usual offer: he would grant to the destroyer of the dragon, any one solitary thing he might ask for; for he had a surplusage of daughters, and it was customary for dragon-killers to take a daughter for pay.
So the most renowned knights came from the four corners of the earth and retired down the dragon's throat one after the other. A panic arose and spread. Heroes grew cautious. The procession ceased. The dragon became more destructive than ever. The people lost all hope of succor, and fled to the mountains for refuge.

At last Sir Wissenschaft, a poor and obscure knight, out of a far country, arrived to do battle with the monster. A pitiable object he was, with his armor hanging in rags about him, and his strange-shaped knapsack strapped upon his back. Everybody turned up their noses at him, and some openly jeered him. But he was calm. He simply inquired if the emperor's offer was still in force. The emperor said it was--but charitably advised him to go and hunt hares and not endanger so precious a life as his in an attempt which had brought death to so many of the world's most illustrious heroes.

But this tramp only asked--"Were any of these heroes men of science?" This raised a laugh, of course, for science was despised in those days. But the tramp was not in the least ruffled. He said he might be a little in advance of his age, but no matter--science would come to be honored, some time or other. He said he would march against the dragon in the morning. Out of compassion, then, a decent spear was offered him, but he declined, and said, "spears were useless to men of science." They allowed him to sup in the servants' hall, and gave him a bed in the stables.

When he started forth in the morning, thousands were gathered to see. The emperor said:

"Do not be rash, take a spear, and leave off your knapsack."

But the tramp said:

"It is not a knapsack," and moved straight on.

The dragon was waiting and ready. He was breathing forth vast volumes of sulphurous smoke and lurid blasts of flame. The ragged knight stole warily to a good position, then he unslung his cylindrical knapsack--which was simply the common fire-extinguisher known to modern times-- and the first chance he got he turned on his hose and shot the dragon square in the center of his cavernous mouth. Out went the fires in an instant, and the dragon curled up and died.

This man had brought brains to his aid. He had reared dragons from the egg, in his laboratory, he had watched over them like a mother, and patiently studied them and experimented upon them while they grew. Thus he had found out that fire was the life principle of a dragon; put out the dragon's fires and it could make steam no longer, and must die. He could not put out a fire with a spear, therefore he invented the extinguisher. The dragon being dead, the emperor fell on the hero's neck and said:

"Deliverer, name your request," at the same time beckoning out behind with his heel for a detachment of his daughters to form and advance. But the tramp gave them no observance. He simply said:

"My request is, that upon me be conferred the monopoly of the manufacture and sale of spectacles in Germany."

The emperor sprang aside and exclaimed:

"This transcends all the impudence I ever heard! A modest demand, by my halidome! Why didn't you ask for the imperial revenues at once, and be done with it?"

But the monarch had given his word, and he kept it. To everybody's surprise, the unselfish monopolist immediately reduced the price of spectacles to such a degree that a great and crushing burden was removed from the nation. The emperor, to commemorate this generous act, and to testify his appreciation of it, issued a decree commanding everybody to buy this benefactor's spectacles and wear them, whether they needed them or not.

So originated the wide-spread custom of wearing spectacles in Germany; and as a custom once established in these old lands is imperishable, this one remains universal in the empire to this day. Such is the legend of the monopolist's once stately and sumptuous castle, now called the "Spectacular Ruin."… (más)

That friendly little New England ghost, who first appeared in 1944 with the publication of author/illustrator Robert Bright's Georgie, and then continued on through twelve more titles, returns in this twelfth picture-book devoted to his adventures. When Georgie takes Muffin the dog on a walk, the little pooch is beside himself with joy. His owner, Miss Ives, had always neglected this aspect of his care, and he was desperate for movement and fun. When Muffin, not wanting to return home because he thought he would get no more walks, became stuck in a bunny burrow, Georgie and his friends, Miss Oliver the owl and Herman the cat, had to summon human help...

Published in 1983, Georgie and the Little Dog was one of four miniature picture-books - the other three being Georgie and the Ball of Yarn, Georgie and the Baby Birds and Georgie and the Runaway Balloon - that concluded Robert Bright's series about the kindly little ghost. The previous eight titles were standard-sized picture-books, and featured longer stories and more detailed artwork. Although not the equal of these earlier books, the four miniature Georgie books are cute, and will no doubt please young fans of the eponymous spectral hero. This particular entry in the series had a good message about taking care of our animal companions - Muffin realized Miss Ives loves him when she helped to rescue him, and Miss Ives realized that no matter how much our dogs love being with us, they nevertheless need to be walked regularly, and to see the outdoors. Of course, the adult in me couldn't help wondering how a dog who was never let out, and never taken on walks, managed to relieve himself without making a mess, but passing over that issue, this was a sweet little book. Recommended to fans of Georgie, and to picture-book readers who enjoy stories of friendly ghosts.… (más)

With the help of his tiny ladybug friend, Georgie the ghost discovers that Janey, a little girl on her way to visit his human family, the Whitakers, had lost her ball of yarn. With the help of Miss Oliver the owl and Herman the cat, Georgie retrieved the yarn, and all went well on Janey's visit...

There really isn't much to Georgie and the Ball of Yarn, which was one of four miniature preschool picture-books about this friendly ghost published in 1983, at the end of author/illustrator Robert Bright's thirteen-volume series devoted to his adventures. The first nine titles, published from 1944 through 1979, were all full-sized picture-books, and contained more extensive stories. I'm not sure why these final four books - the others include Georgie and the Runaway Balloon, Georgie and the Little Dog and Georgie and the Baby Birds - were published in this format. They're not the equal of the earlier ones, in story or in illustration, although they are cute, and will no doubt entertain young children who are fans of the character, or who enjoy stories about friendly ghosts.… (más)