Creepy. Disturbing. Racist. A toy that was obviously thought up by an adult. A nightmare image: Imagine this from the point of view of the dolls in a box — “Here comes the giantess to twist off my head! Again! When I’d almost gotten used to having a body, even if I am a nurse wearing a clown suit. . . . Ouch!”
“Heads screw on and off — simply a turn at the neck; a two-year old can do it. Great fun to change from a Girl Doll to a Boy Doll — then to Little-Miss-from Holland — then to Ching-Ching-Chinaman — and so on through all the lovable and life-like characters in each set. . . . Each character walks and talks. 16 inches high. Non-breakable. Quality in every detail. In attractively boxed sets — each with one body and three, five, seven or twelve interchangeable heads, with a special dress or costume for each head. Additional heads and costumes to add to the family can be bought at any time. At leading department and toy stores.”
The next month, December 1924, had a slightly different ad:
“Three to twelve entirely different dolls from one — just by changing faces and costumes. . . . One body — but extra heads and costumes — all interchangeable. . . . Little-Sweet-Face becomes Black-Boy-Sam — then Funny-Face-Clown . . . . An ever changing playmate that makes every play hour an ever-new delight. . . ; a many-in-one gift that is not only a never-the-same doll, but also a game.”
I think I’m reacting to these ads so negatively because my favorite dolls were my friends — I imagined them having an inner life, that went on without me, like the dolls in story books (books about Raggedy Ann, or stories by Hans Christian Andersen.)
The Topsy and Eva Doll Dilemma
Also, at my grandmother’s house was a very old rag doll (probably from the 1920s, although they were still made in the 1950s.) It fascinated me, but it was frustrating to play with. My Grandma told me it was a “Topsy & Eva doll.” (The reference is to the two little girls in the novel Uncle Tom’s Cabin.) Eva had a pink cloth face, blue painted-on eyes, yellow yarn hair, a simpering smile, and a blue calico dress. If you turned her skirt inside out, she became Topsy. Topsy had a warm brown face, a broad grin, knotted black wool hair, and a red calico dress. Topsy clearly looked like more fun to know than Eva. But it bothered me enormously that I could never play with Topsy and Eva at the same time, and they could never play with each other, either. That’s what I meant by calling The Famlee Doll “a toy that was obviously thought up by an adult.” An adult buys the toy, because it’s a bargain: one expensive (talking, walking?) body and lots of ways to dress it. But, like the old Topsy and Eva Doll, the characters could never play together. How could you have a dolls’ tea party with one complete character and a lot of decapitated heads? Could they even drink tea?
So, in spite of the prices being asked for this toy, please don’t get me one for Christmas.