As with any enterprise, Roycroft workers came and went. Some arrived young, met their mate, married and left. Others simply moved on to other careers in other locales. Some left amicably, others with a chip on their shoulder. Dard Hunter wrote of his feelings both coming into and departing the Roycroft, as revealed in the two quotes below from the book Dard Hunter: the graphic works, by Lawrence Kreisman, which is for sale at the Roycroft Copper Shop.
In the late summer of 1904, after his arrival at the Roycroft, Dard wrote the following for his hometown newspaper in Ohio, the Chillicothe News-Advertiser:
(In the Print Shop) “There are statuary, paintings and flowers in every room and pianos on every floor. The workers stop awhile now and then and play on the pianos or dance in the ball room. It’s more like a palace than a factory. I should not say factory. It is not a factory. It is a place where artists work - where minds produce. The only machine in this artisan’s palace is the hand of the artist driven by the artist’s brain.”
He was obviously smitten by this “settlement of peculiar thinking people who make useful and beautiful things,” as he called it. But seven years later, having matured, married, lived and worked in Europe and England, his view of the Roycroft had changed. After his return to America he wrote, “My mind, however, does not run East Aurora way as I believe I have fully recovered from the disease. Poetically speaking, I have been vaccinated by the virus of something better, something nearer the ideal. My time is spent, I believe, as my mind seldom reaches back to that beautiful little village with its surface of good cheer and its gizzard of strife, jealousy and hate,“ Kreisman quotes from The Life Work of Dard Hunter, vol. 1, Dard Hunter II.
Whether there was some event or disagreement that changed his view of the Roycroft or he had simply outgrown working for an entrepreneur and was ready to become his own master, I have yet to discover. However I do find it rather amusing that he wrote this in such a Roycroftie style. “...I have fully recovered from the disease...I have been vaccinated by the virus of something better...” is something Elbert could have written. Regardless of the reasons for his departure, I find Dard Hunter’s artistic contributions to be equal to Elbert’s literary ones at the Roycroft. We are all the richer for Dard’s time spent in this beautiful little village.
- Sue

