
The Amazing Mr. Cook
by Tony Romano In September of 1946, I began my third year of high school at the School of Industrial Art in New York City, majoring in Photography. During my summer vacation, I had worked at a U.S. Post Office substation near Columbus Circle in the city.
Usually, when coming to work, I would see a black man, about forty years old, unloading large canvas mail sacks on the Post Office receiving dock. He always smiled, waved and said hello to me. I was rather startled to see that he wore a large pistol strapped to his belt as he worked.
During lunch break one day, I happened to sit at his table and he introduced himself as Lawrence Cook. When I asked why he wore the gun, he told me that Postal regulations required all dispatchers to be armed, because many U.S. Mail sacks contained cash or other valuable items.
We often ate lunch together, and during our many conversations he told me that he also worked in the Bronx at night and on weekends, making music rolls for player pianos. The next year, 1947, I would finish four years of study in photography, but I needed to complete a portfolio of my photographic work in order to graduate. His part-time job sounded so interesting and unusual that I summoned the courage to ask him if he would allow me do a photograph essay of the process to use for my graduation portfolio.
Mr. Cook seemed pleased at my request and promised to ask the factory owner for permission for me to come to the factory and take pictures of him making player piano rolls, and also to write a description about how they are made. He told me that although player piano roll sales had fallen sharply since the 1920s and 1930s to a fraction of their former activity, there was still a steady demand for them. One company in California was producing music rolls for the West Coast area, while his company made them for the East Coast.
When Mr. Cook shared my request with factory owner, the owner felt that the market would not support any more competition and so was anxious to avoid publicity. He agreed to let me take photos and write my story on the condition that the material would be used only for my school requirements. He also asked me to give him all my negatives, prints and writings after I graduated. I agreed to these terms and a short time later, on a Saturday afternoon, Mr. Cook and I visited the factory in the Bronx.
As arranged, I brought along my camera, film, and flash equipment to the plant in a worn brick building situated in an older, industrial part of South Bronx. Since it was a weekend, the parking lot and building were deserted, but Mr. Cook had keys to the place, as he usually worked there by himself after the other workers had gone home for the day.
The manufacturing floor contained a lot of machinery, some of which appeared to be printing presses, but most of the other equipment looked strange to me. All of the machinery looked well maintained and many were loaded with rolls of white paper. I had the impression of an old time newspaper pressroom where the workers had knocked off for the day, leaving everything ready to start again when they returned.
Mr. Cook took me to his work area located in a room at the front part of the building, closed off from the rest of the factory. Inside of the room were more rolls of paper and boxes of wooden spools. Also, I saw several odd looking, stripped down, pianos with most of the inside piano mechanisms exposed. There were many electric wires tubes, gears, electric motors installed in the bottom of the pianos.
Mr. Cook sat down at one of the modified pianos and placed some sheet music on the music shelf of the piano. He then placed a spool of paper in the supply spool holder, mounted on a drive unit, and attached the leading end to a take up spool on the lower part of the drive just above the music shelf. He explained that roll of paper he was using was a thicker grade, almost like card stock, and heavier than paper used for finished music rolls. He called this “master stock” and said that when he pressed on the piano keys, a series of perforations would be punched into the master spool.
He turned on the power switch and as I heard the electric motor turning, paper began scrolling down front the supply spool to the take-up spool, at a slow and even speed. As he played, I could hear the notes being sounded and see holes being made in the master roll, just as he had described, but it seemed so strange to me because the music was being played at a slow rate of speed. Mr. Cook told me that he was recording the score at half the actual playing speed of a finished music roll. It was difficult to concentrate on taking pictures because I did not understand the logic behind what he was doing.
While I shot the photographs of Mr. Cook making recordings, he would occasionally stop the scrolling of the roll, back it up, and place masking tape over some of the perforations. He would then restart the scrolling and place new holes where the old ones had been. He explained that this was his method of adding or removing erroneous notes. When he reached the end of the roll, he rewound it to the beginning, and again keyed in more perforations in the same scrolling paper roll. When he was finished, he rewound the master roll again to the beginning and turned up the speed of the drive mechanism. I was amazed to hear the music playing normally and see so many keys on the keyboard moving up and down as if played by invisible fingers. But what really astonished me was that it sounded just as if two people were playing different parts of the same music at the same time.
Mr. Cook then took the completed master roll out to the factory floor and turned on two machines. On the first, he mounted the master spool. On the second one he placed a spool of blank music roll paper. When the two units were turned on, I saw perforations from the master roll being rapidly duplicated onto the roll of paper in the second machine. All the time this was being done, Mr. Cook filled me in on what was happening, so that I could write it down to use with pictures that I had been taking. Mr. Cook explained that other people performed additional mass production operations later on to add lyrics and other printed information before rolls were completed, boxed and shipped out to customers.
After packing my camera and equipment, we left the factory and went to Mr. Cook’s home located a few blocks from the plant. On the way there, he told me about his third occupation, which was preparing scores for musical groups. He offered to let me take pictures and write about this process as well.
The part of his home I visited was a very nice first floor residence, in a well-kept quiet neighborhood. No one was at home at the time and we went into a neat, comfortable living room furnished with a couch, chairs and an expensive combined radio and phonograph, enclosed in a polished, dark wood cabinet.
Taking a pad of blank music paper, Mr. Cook seated himself in front of the console, turned it on and placed a 78 r.p.m. record of popular music on the turntable. As the music began to play, he adjusted the volume and he began writing musical notes on the music lines of the blank paper. He explained that first, he was writing down the trumpet notes. At the end of the recording, he again replayed the same record and using a new sheet, began writing notes for the next instrument. He continued this until he had written the parts for each instrument contained on that record.
He did this so that he could provide each musician with their own part of the score enabling the group to play the music contained on the phonograph record. I had never seen or heard of anyone being able to perform this feat. And he did so with no more effort than that of a person writing a letter. I’m still amazed to think that someone could have the ability to listen to a phonograph record and isolate what each musician is playing. But that’s exactly what he did, as I witnessed on that unforgettable day.
My project, titled “The Amazing Mr. Cook” received an Outstanding Achievement Award at my graduation. My only regret is that, because I kept my word and gave the pictures and essay back as promised, I do not have those items today to help me relive that wonderful experience.
Now, after so many years have passed, I can look back and truly appreciate the kindness and generosity of this talented man. He took part of his weekend to show me a brand new world, knowing in advance that as a seventeen-year-old student, I could not repay him for his time and effort. He also knew that the pictures and writing would not be made public, so he would receive no compensation, recognition or acclaim. He was just trying to help me meet my requirements for graduation.
I have been fortunate enough to find several copies of piano rolls that contain the label “J. Lawrence Cook” and I keep them in memory of him. © 2003 Anthony J. Romano Note: Elsewhere on this page, readers will note that some articles state that J. Lawrence Cook worked at the Post Office on the night shift. However, during the time that Tony knew him (1946-1947) he worked full-time at the Post Office during the day and part-time at the Imperial Industrial Company during the evening and weekends.
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