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tie lEis IPicture<br />
don't necessarily believe<br />
Wein omens, but it struck us as<br />
more than just an interesting<br />
coincidence that, at roughly the same<br />
time as our own recent management<br />
transition took place, a substantial<br />
piece of our own editorial history<br />
landed right in our laps.<br />
In the wake of the passing this past<br />
Shlyen, who was<br />
summer of Jesse<br />
BOXOFTICE magazine's managing<br />
editor from the<br />
'30s to the late<br />
'70s, we received a series of packages<br />
in our Hollywood office from Jesse's<br />
son, Steve. Steve had been in discussion<br />
with our recently departed editorin-chief<br />
Ray Greene since 1995 about<br />
his father's "papers"—random documents<br />
spanning the various periods of<br />
Jesse's involvement with BOXOF-<br />
FICE dating all the way back to the<br />
1920s. For the last 10 years of Jesse's<br />
hfe, Steve had been selflessly caring<br />
for Jesse, who was in declining health<br />
after a series of minor strokes. After<br />
Jesse's death, Steve moved ftom the<br />
home they had shared and took a personal<br />
inventory of Jesse's possessions,<br />
some of which he felt would be<br />
better served as part of the magazine's<br />
permanent archives.<br />
Jesse's BOXOFFICE effects arrived,<br />
unannounced, in nondescript<br />
boxes sent by regular mail. In our<br />
Hollywood offices, opening those<br />
containers felt like Christmas in October<br />
Because much of the Hollywood<br />
office's collection of its historic materials<br />
had been donated to the American<br />
Fihn Institute a number of years<br />
ago, our staff has had only occasional<br />
opf)ortunities to see anything other<br />
than reproductions of BOXOFFICE's<br />
early output. The first volume we<br />
opened was therefore a revelation: a<br />
bound set of perfectly preserved back issues dating all the way back<br />
to 1924, when the magazine was called The Reel Journal and the<br />
movies had yet to learn how to talk.<br />
The second volume was, if anything, even more precious. Its lead<br />
item: A mint condition issue dated May 4, 1933—our first national<br />
edition. The picture on the cover was familiar to us; we had<br />
reproduced it on the back of our 75th anniversary issue in 1995 by<br />
having a photostatic negative sent out to Hollywood courtesy of the<br />
BOXOFFICE archives at our Chicago home office. But holding that<br />
very i.s,sue in our hands and seeing in "the fu^t person" the beginning<br />
of the long and ongoing journalistic journey that has been passed to<br />
as was something else again: A truly moving experience is the<br />
sentimental but accurate and therefore only way it can be described.<br />
So many other objects of interest were packed into that handfiil<br />
of cartons. There were letters to our founder, Ben Shlyen, from<br />
famous movie and exhibition personalities, signed in their own<br />
hands. There were Barometer annuals spanning the '30s, the '40s,<br />
the '50s, the '6()s and the '70s. The whole history of exhibition and<br />
moviegoing has passed through these pages—a fact we're proud of,<br />
and of which we're intellectually, if not always emotionally, aware.<br />
UNCLE BEN: This never-before-published photo of our founder, Ben Shlyen,<br />
is Just part of the rich collection of BOXOFFICE materials recently bequeathed to us<br />
by longtime managing editor Jesse Shlyen via the kindness of his son Steve.<br />
In those boxes, so kindly sent to us by the son ofone ofour founders,<br />
that history lay sleeping, ready to Uve again.<br />
Ws<br />
re live in a world that is forever in transition. Permanence,<br />
to paraphrase Larry Gelbart, at times seems like something<br />
that holds up just twice in a row. Excitingly, our own fiiture<br />
is now a work in progress: For the first time in half a decade,<br />
BOXOFFICE finds itself in a period of reinvention, with new<br />
editorial blood on the masthead and old hands graduating to new<br />
responsibilities they are more than ready to assume. How<br />
strange, then, that— precisely as that transformation begins to take<br />
place—a vital connection with the journalistic traditions in which<br />
this publication is grounded arrived at our door.<br />
Call it karma, fate, dumb luck or what you will. We call it a rich<br />
reminder that, whatever we achieve here, we are standing on the<br />
shoulders of giants. And, as we move through the changes that the<br />
next thousand tomorrows may bring, the history in those boxes as<br />
well as the history you and we are making right now le;ids us to offer<br />
you this pledge: Now and for keeps, we'll do our very best to<br />
continue to live up to the view.<br />
—<br />
Elliot Forbes<br />
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