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A Royal Saint
An enormous religious imagination has been compromised (though not betrayed) by its descendants, even if one gets very little sense of any Mormon consciousness of that departure from [Joseph] Smith during a visit to Salt Lake City.
âHAROLD BLOOM, The American Religion, 1992
On May 29, 1903, Teddy Roosevelt visited Salt Lake City, Utah. With the 1904 election looming, the incumbent president had set out on an eight-week tour of western America earlier that spring, giving 263 speeches in twenty-five states before returning to the White House in June. His day trip to Salt Lake came toward the end of his fourteen-thousand-mile journey, sandwiched between his visits to Shoshone, Idaho, and Laramie, Wyoming. Stepping up to the podium at the cityâs Tabernacle and gazing out at the seven thousand eager listeners who had assembled to greet him, Roosevelt extolled his audienceâs pioneer heritage. âYou took territory which at the outset was called after the desert,â he proclaimed, âand you literallyânot figurativelyâyou literally made the wilderness blossom as a rose.â1
Roosevelt was preaching to the choir with this pronouncementâliterally and figuratively. Since 1873, the Tabernacle had been home to the stateâs nationally celebrated Mormon Tabernacle Choir, winner of the silver medal at the 1893 Worldâs Columbian Exposition in Chicago and fresh off its own 1903 tour of Northern California. Many of these renowned choristers sat in the presidentâs audience that day, listening as he sang their ancestorsâ praises. At the same time, Rooseveltâs speech overtly echoed the way that the Latter-day Saints (LDS), or Mormonsâstill the majority in turn-of-the-century Utahâliked to talk about themselves. âWe had not much to bring with us,â the LDS apostle Orson Pratt reminisced of the Saintsâ arrival in the Salt Lake Valley in the summer of 1847, âbut we came trusting in our God, and we found that the Lord really fulfilled the prophecy of Isaiah, and made the wilderness to blossom as the rose, made the desert to bloom as the Garden of Eden.â2 With his own language of wilderness and roses, Roosevelt tapped into such cherished Mormon stories, evoking the original LDS settlersâ unswerving determination to transform the Uintah Basinâs arid landscapes into the verdant abundance of Godâs own garden.3 In the process, he used the Saintsâ frontier past to cast the current generation of Mormons as a model of American tenacity, responsibility, and success. âI ask that all our people from ocean to ocean approach the problem of taking care of the physical resources of the country in the spirit which has made Utah what it is,â he declared.4 Only seven years into statehood, the countryâs newest addition to the Union basked in the glow of the presidentâs admiration.5
Befitting the magnitude of the occasion, Rooseveltâs host, Utah senator Thomas Kearns, hired a photographer to memorialize the event. Outfitted with several cameras and undoubtedly groomed to dapper perfection, Charles Ellis Johnson (1857â1926) (fig. 1.1) arrived at the senatorâs palatial home immediately after the presidentâs speech. Setting up his equipment on the lawn, Johnson photographed Roosevelt and his private secretary, William Loeb, posed with Kearns and Salt Lake City mayor Ezra Thompson (fig. 1.2). As if visually reiterating the presidentâs own tribute to Utahâs exemplary citizens, Johnson framed the shot to include the numerous American flags that decorated the front of the Kearnsesâ mansion. Moving inside, he captured a stereoscopic view of the elaborate table Mrs. Kearns had set for the formal breakfast she and her husband were holding in the presidentâs honor, once again including the Stars and Stripes on prominent display. Although they donât appear in Johnsonâs picture, the senatorâs wife had placed a miniature American flag in front of each place setting before Roosevelt entered the room. At the end of the meal, the sixth LDS prophet, Joseph F. Smith, took his home as a memento of the festivities.
In all likelihood, Johnson would have found a way to meet and photograph Roosevelt even without the Kearnsesâ invitation. During the 1890s and early 1900s, he and his camera seemed to appear every time something interesting happened in or around Salt Lake City. When Buffalo Bill Cody came to town in 1902, Johnson persuaded the celebrated showman and his troupe to pose for a picture in front of the Salt Lake Temple (fig. 1.3). When a battalion of Buffalo Soldiers passed through the city on their way to the Spanish-American War in 1898, Johnson hauled his equipment onto a rooftop in order to get a photograph of the entire regiment marching down Main Street. When, in 1903, a fragile-looking young woman named Aurora Hodges confessed to murdering a traveling salesman just outside Salt Lake City, Johnson managed to shoot her stereoscopic portrait in the jail yard, discreetly cropping her handcuffs out of the frame.
Johnson took thousands of pictures like these over the course of his long career as a photographer and stereographer, pictures that he sold in a variety of formats and a multitude of ways. Cabinet cards, stereoviews, news photos that he offered to the Salt Lake papers for a dollar apiece, postcards that he marketed to tourists at his downtown photography supply and souvenir storeâJohnson never limited himself when it came to his choice of format or the chance to make another sale.6 He did, however, focus his lens (or in the case of his stereo camera, lenses) primarily on Utah. A cosmopolitan to the bone, Johnson loved to travel. As his trademark proudly declared, âYou see Johnson all over the Worldâ (fig. 1.4). Overstatements aside, he seized every opportunity he could to see what lay outside Salt Lake City, eventually visiting San Francisco, Chicago, New York, Rome, Paris, and London. In 1904, Johnson even spent more than six months in Jerusalem, taking roughly two thousand photographs of the Holy Land.7 At base, however, Johnson was a Rocky Mountain man. He walked into Utah when he was three years old, holding on to his motherâs hand, and he stayed there until the last decade of his life.8 To borrow from that great poet of the American West, Wallace Stegner, Salt Lake City was Johnsonâs Paris and his Rome.9 He spent the better part of his fifty-nine years documenting it in pictures.
In particular, Johnson lavished his photographic attention on all things modern. The first underground telephone wires in Utah, the stateâs first automobile, the first phonographic recording of the Mormon Tabernacle Choirâif it was new or involved cutting-edge technology, Johnson found it and photographed it. Or bought it, or wore it, or rode it, or invented it. While many of his generation clung to the pen, Johnson used a typewriter with a bright purple ribbon. In an LDS culture that prized live choral music above all other entertainments, Johnson owned a full-symphony version of a player piano, a Rube Goldbergâesque machine called an orchestrion. Even his decision to become a photographer reveals Johnsonâs love of innovation, and mechanical innovation most of all. The medium was in its early years when he was born, and still too novel and too machine-based to be fully accepted as its own art form during his professional prime. Johnson reveled in this newness, inventing and building his own state-of-the-art cameras.10 Kodakâs â[George] Eastman didnât have anything like Charlie had,â his sister-in-law Maude later remembered.11 Loading one of these contraptions into his bag and jumping onto his American Star bicycle (itself an 1890s craze), Johnson cut a figure every bit as current as the sights he set out to capture.
Salt Lake took notice. On February 24, 1900, the cityâs Daily Tribune newspaper published a caricature of Johnson rocketing along on his bicycle (fig. 1.5).12 In this sketch, Johnson pedals with one leg and steers with the other, his hands working his camera so feverishly that they fracture into a mechanical blur. True, Johnson appears calm, even reflective, from the neck up. According to family legend, his mother, Eliza, was the illegitimate child of an English nobleman, born in London but shipped off to the United States with her mother and stepfather when she was a young girl. âHer aristocratic face always suggest[ed] a noble lineage,â Johnsonâs sister Rosemary remembered.13 Apocryphal or not, the story suited the public persona that Johnson cultivated. Throughout his life, he projected an air of well-bred refinement. With his impeccable clothing and traces of his motherâs British accent (not to mention his enviable height and bone structure), he struck others as genteel, lightly patrician even. As the Tribune drawing suggests, however, he was always too fascinated by the outside world to move through it slowly or to limit himself to a single endeavor. âIf Charlie Johnson could have just focused on one thing at a time,â his great-grandnephew recalls, âhe would have been a millionaire.â14
Such concentrated attention just wasnât Johnsonâs modus operandi, however. Even though he probably never actually tried to load a glass plate into the back of his camera while steering his bike with his knees, he constantly pursued more than one career at a time. In addition to working as a professional photographer from the early 1890s until his death in 1926, Johnson manufactured and sold a successful line of patent medicines under the label Valley Tan Remedies (VTR), operated his own printing press, acted as the Utah correspondent for the New York Dramatic Mirror theatrical newspaper, distributed American Star bicycles, and served as the vice president of Salt Lakeâs Social Wheel bicycle club. According to the blurb that appeared beneath his Daily Tribune caricature, he also worked as a traveling salesman as a young man, distributing âbaking powder, cloves, preserved ham, kerosene, whale bone, oatmeal and hair dye.â15 At one point, Johnsonâs stationery (he designed and printed it himself) featured three different logos: one for VTR; one for a separate pharmacy business he started with his friend Parley P. Pratt; and one for the photography studio he initially ran with a man named Hyrum Sainsbury.16 More than thirty years before his fellow Utahn Philo T. Farnsworth developed the technology that would eventually lead to the invention of television, Johnson exhibited a decidedly televisionistic mode of attention. Like the twentieth-century channel surfer or the twenty-first-century Internet hound, he jumped from one thing to another and back again with tremendous speed. Views, vocations, interestsâit didnât matter. Like the Daily Tribuneâs dashing camera-creature on wheels, Johnson raced from one sight to another, freezing each on glass before speeding off to the next attraction.
Thereâs a catch here. Or at least a tension. Because at the same time that Johnson adored the new, he was part of a culture that worshiped the old. For most of his life, he belonged to a religion that worked diligently to recreate the biblical past in the here and now. Like the rest of his family, Johnson was a Mormon. And not just any Mormon. Although his motherâs nobility might have been in question, that of his father, Joseph Ellis Johnson, was not. On his fatherâs side, Johnson descended from pure LDS aristocracy. Joseph Ellis had converted to Mormonism with his mother and fifteen siblings in 1831.17 This was only a year after the faithâs original prophet and founder, Joseph Smith, published the Book of Mormon in Palmyra, New York. The Johnsons were among the first families to convert to Smithâs new religion in toto.18 The prophet loved them for their early dedication, and he often referred to them as the âRoyal Family.â19 In keeping with this favored status, Smith asked Joseph Ellis to âbear him companyâ as he rode to the Carthage, Illinois, jail where a raging mob would murder him in 1844.20
After Smithâs death, the Royal Johns...