Here is a little read for those unaware of the story behind these Fox
The Problems of a Problem Fox
THE PROBLEM FOX.
Pictures, with text, by Alexander Sturm. New York:
Charles Scribner's Sons. $1.25.
THE PROBLEM fox. Pictures, with text, by Alexander Sturm. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons. $1.25. HE problem fox was the child -the seventh, at that of a distinguished family, and his name was of all things!—August. But he simply had no character at all. He was not proud like one brother nor aggressive like another, nor even plumb lazy like some of the rest. And far from dying heroically at bay before the hounds on the Court House steps (after a forty-two-mile chase) like his grandfather or eluding 127 hunts like Uncle Ezra, he fainted from fright when his first hunt caught up with him, to be disdained, of course, by every self-respecting hound.
Even though he had been taught what a trap was (but he never had been able to concentrate) he walked with unthinking hunger right into one. And then, being caught by scientists, August was educated. The youth, career, love life and star-crowned success of the problem fox are related in Alexander Sturm's pictures, with a few words whose disarming directness adds its quota to the fun. And the fun is of that unique and indescribable kind which sends the reviewer, gasping with glorious mirth, rebounding weakly upon such words as "marvelous." When you come right down to it, and think hard, and study (well, that is to say, unrestrainedly enjoy) this little masterpiece again and again and again, “marvelous" is exactly the right word. Such inspired "artlessness, such guileless profundity, such innocent netting of life's complexity and pretentiousness and unconquerable perversity—what but marvel, in apparently quite simple drawings, could achieve that?
August, like many a worthier specimen of creation's grandeurs, Reached the Top Through Education. After he had been studied (tail drooping in disconsolate characterlessness) under the microscope, he was given his first lesson, "You are a fox." And almost immediately his triumphs began: he "never made one mistake twice in the food maze"; he was photographed in well-bred complacency as he distinguished between a tulip and a foxglove; a book was written about him after he learned to spell. Then he met the beautiful platinum fox who, fortunately, had a real liking for things of the intellect. Will their children, one wonders (looking at the characterful-appearing offspring of the Fox's Augustus family on their estate at the zoo), will one among the children have the good fortune to develop no character at all? I do not know whether this priceless treasure of a book is addressed to children or grown-ups (though I can imagine no one of any age who would not quickly know it by heart, in high delight). I do not know whether it will be more popular than "Ferdinand" (though I think it is both funnier and more widely suggestive, and even better, so, than that lovely tale). I do not know just how profound its roguish and irresistible simplicities may be. It is here; and I ask nothing more. It is, you see, marvelous. K. W.