Beate Hemmerlein

1000 hours in appreciation for Mautner Markhof

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A project of this dimension – meaning the present website – cannot be completed with conceptual know-how, creative strength, willingness to work and perseverance only. It is the soul of a work that forms its perfection – and I had good companions who made it possible for me to accomplish this work with soul. Each one of them has strengthened and motivated me again and again – each in his own way; some of them actively, some of them just by thinking, some some of them sporadically, some of them constantly. They are the ones whose contribution I do not want to leave unappreciated:

For Adolf Ignaz

Whose pioneering spirit, diligence and will (like his motto to match the coat of arms) made incredible achievements possible for generations over a period of only half a human life. A self-made man with the heart in the right place, whose memory has to be valued far beyond his social achievements and whose biography – as I hope – gives all his descendants the motivation not to just limit themselves to inherited social privileges.

For Carl Ferdinand

The one that touched me inside. As a boy, already looking after his family at a young age and still simple and modest, as a young adult, dutifully treading the predetermined path at his father´s side, when a mature man was forced to do so, he saw himself to choose suicide. And this with the simple touching final request for forgiveness, but not to refuse him the sacraments of death.

For Victor

Not caring about social advancement through marriage, having remained childless, devoted to the fine arts and individual joie de vivre, I cannot avoid the fact that this historically proven cheerful and pleasant contemporary, brother and uncle always brings a smile to my lips.

For Manfred II.

In memory of the dear Professor, who has always been friendly and benevolent towards me and who has always shared his office at the Seilerststätte with me when necessary. I will never forget our last meeting in the lift on the Stubenring.

For Viktor

The best, most correct and most reliable partner that one can only ask for and who has never spared the time and effort to bring the project up to date with the most detailed content that we can present on this website.

For Theodor Heinrich

Who sent me on this historic journey at the beginning of 2017, which not only took me through a large part of Austrian history, but also finally made me understand all the stories that I had been listening to – more incoherently – over the past two decades. It is only thanks to his vision and drive that everything that started in Bohemia with Adolf Ignaz and was taken up by Georg (IV.) JE in the 1990s, was able to find its way out of the paper archives. Now, through the use of contemporary media it can also be preserved for future generations worldwide.

 

1,000 hours of Mautner Markhof – may the exciting journey bring many more hours of Mautner Markhof.

Theodor Heinrich Mautner Markhof

The passing on of the fire

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The history of the Mautner Markhof House is a story of many fates. A story of tradition, of success and of course also setbacks. Outstanding are the pioneers, who passionately pursued their visions and thus influenced society at the time, some of them sustainable.

You can’t choose a family, as the saying goes, that of course also applies to each of us, with all its advantages and disadvantages. However, what Mautner Markhof is able to give to all its members and descendants is the certainty that all dreams, wishes and ideas can be realized with dedication, commitment, faith, will and perseverance.

Adolf Ignaz was brave, progressive, creative and groundbreaking. He created, effected, shaped, produced and – above all else – had the heart in the right place. Preserving his spirit therefore means not only being the beneficiary of material and social values, but also courageously treading new paths, believing in oneself and creating one’s own trend-setting ideas and projects.

„Innovate don´t imitate“ – oder um es mit Gustav Mahlers Worten zu sagen „Tradition ist die Weitergabe des Feuers und nicht die Anbetung der Asche“.

“Innovate don’t imitate” – or to put it in Gustav Mahler’s words: “Tradition is to pass on the fire and not to worship the ashes”.

In order now to make this possible and to all family members, wherever they may be, to get their roots, I have in the age of new media seized the opportunity to use its powers and laid the foundation for this as part of the website. I wish and hope that in every future generation a few descendants find that to continue what my cousin Viktor and I have initiated and thus preserve what Adolf Ignaz began so outstanding.

 

 

Written by Theodor Heinrich Mautner Markhof

Beate Hemmerlein

The Hager advertising agency: When Manfred II. Mautner Markhof was writing advertising history.

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Manfred II. Mautner Markhof, also called “Professor” for short, was without a doubt one of, if not THE leading founder of the Austrian media and advertising landscape. At a time when the multinational agency networks with multiple name, identity and personnel changes, one thinks back with sadness of the decades successfully managed owner agency, which could concentrate with stability and continuity on making their customers even more successful.

It is therefore not surprising that even twenty years after Die Hager officially closed its gates at Seilerststätte 13 forever, this milestone of innovative Austrian entrepreneurship is still being paid tribute to. Alexander Schönburg, founder and owner of the lifestyle magazine Notorious, expresses his reminiscence in the first episode of his “Mad Man Stories”.

 

Read article in German

 

More about the Hager advertising agency:

Brochure Hager Gesellschaft KG

Brochure Hager Life 1952 – 1992

 

Prof. Dr. h.c. Manfred II. Mautner Markhof at his desk in the Hager advertising agency

Hager door hanger in the 1950s and 1960s


Hager door hanger still in use in the 2020s

Beate Hemmerlein

“PAC- MAN™ Arcade Line” by Sophia Castell-Rüdenhausen

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Arcade Line by Sophia Castell-Rüdenhausen

With Sophia Marie Castell-Rüdenhausen, daughter of Theodor Heinrich Mautner Markhof and granddaughter of Manfred II. Mautner Markhof, the creative potential of her father and grandfather will be continued in the next generation. After trainings and internships in Vienna, Florence, Munich, London and Madrid in the Fashion & Design sector, in 2018 she founded her company VIER with its headquarters in her new home Germany.

Sophia’s passion is shoe design, especially the men’s shoes, to which she also dedicated her launch collection. Their “Arcade Line” is not only a tribute to PAC- MAN™, the cult video game of the 80s, but also and above all a reinterpretation of the classic brogues. Each pair of VIER shoes is handcrafted in Portugal by a family company that has mastered the traditional craft of shoe making for generations and has perfected the Goodyear welt technique. Such welted shoes not only impress with their excellent manufacturing quality, but also with their special durability, stability of fit, high breathability and last but not least special ease of repair.

But Sophia’s shoes are not only characterized by excellent quality in production and materials, they have that certain something, the subtle twist that surprises. At first glance conservative, the “Arcade” reveals its small secrets in tiny details, which not only make the wearer happy but let him also feel a certain sense of independence and freedom in his professional uniform, the suit. The brand wants to meet the needs of men who are aware of their traditional role, have integrate into it and adapt to it, but have retained their independence and freedom inside.

View Arcade Line

View Arcade Line

VIER shoes, “Iconic PAC- MAN™”, Collection Arcade Line

VIER shoes, “Iconic PAC- MAN™”, Collection Arcade Line

VIER shoes, “Iconic PAC- MAN™”, Collection Arcade Line

Theodor Heinrich Mautner Markhof

Richard Strauss to Manfred I. Mautner Markhof in the deep despair of 1941

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Richard Strauss had helped Manfred I. considerably by intervening with Goebbels. With the handed-down words: “He is a friend, it must be a mistake”, he got him out of the Gestapo prison. And in return, the latter then hid Richard Strauss’ grandson Richard, whose mother was Jewish, in the Simmering factory disguised as a worker. In this way, a friendly relationship between the families was maintained until the next generation, because it was precisely this Richard, who, in turn, entrusted me in the 1980s with his daughter Madelaine’s entry into the advertising business.

The following letter is preserved in handwriting and describes in a moving way the desperate mood Richard Strauss was in during the winter of 1944.

 

Garmisch 24.1.44

Dear friend Manfred!

After a lot of worrying and anxiety and your, unfortunately all too justified, concerns, Christian finally arrived here happily with the good Martin and reported how lovingly you and the dear Pussy have taken care of my homeless children. Many thanks also from the very desperate Pauline! In my destroyed life, the family now is the last and only ray of hope (I especially thank you for taking Richard into your care, even though I thought about his future a little differently). I hear with great regret that many bad things have already happened to you. Hopefully at least your beautiful new home will be preserved, even if I have to say goodbye to the happy hours there forever.

**

Maybe you will come back here again, where we could (for the time being!) play a Skat as a memory. In the house next door, I can even offer a small picture gallery (a very beautifully preserved Madonna from Northern Italy and a very exceptional piazetta), in the house I can present a new arrangement of the “Rosencavalier waltz“, which the dear Philharmonic Orchestra will play at my forthcoming funeral, so that I don’t enter the waltz heaven too sadly to join my name mates. Because my life has been over since August 16th. My life’s work has been destroyed, the German opera destroyed, German music banished to the inferno of the machine, where its tortured soul suffers a sad, miserable existence, my dear, beautiful little house, of which I was so proud, destroyed.

***

I will never see or hear my works again in this world – I wanted Mozart and Schubert had taken me to their Elysium at the age of 80, I could have brought Gluck the beautiful bust. Well, let’s forget about it! Forget it all! Now I only hope that my incorrigibly optimistic children with healthy skin will come out of the horror of poor beautiful dear Vienna. We have already prepared everything for their welcome: whatever furniture and household items they´ll bring with them will be stored. I am trying to accomplish things with the help of military relations, which, thanks to the good General Schubert (whom I wrote a letter of thanks yesterday), has proven to be the only feasible option to find a second furniture van, and also to continue to prepare the grounds here for “racial defilers” and “hybrids”!1

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Tomorrow I will find out more details, and I will also try to have a spare hut built, perhaps also with help of the Wehrmacht. In any case, the children can get into a warm bed as soon as possible, where Christian already feels very comfortable. Please show this letter to Bubi – I can’t write everything again. I will only give you a message when I have something new to report. My poor wife has calmed down a bit now too. Greet me warmly the whole dear Mautner house together with the honored parents and the always cheerful “with me”! and dear poor Böhm – how often do I think of him and his beautiful Strauss week!


Gone – gone it says in the Capriccio!

In old faithfulness, your
Richard Strauss

 

1 Strauss alludes to the fact that his son Franz is married to the Jewess Alice, whose son Richard was considered a Jewish half-breed according to the racial ideology of the NS since the Nuremberg Laws (1935).

 



Richard Strauss’ handwritten lines to his friend Manfred I. Mautner Markhof

Written by Theodor Heinrich Mautner Markhof

Theodor Heinrich Mautner Markhof

Manfred I. Mautner Markhof, Richard Strauss and Skat

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Manfred I. Mautner Markhof, also known as MMM, had a long-standing, deep and respectful friendship with the great composer Richard Strauss. A passion that connected them, was undoubtedly Skat. The following memories have been shared in the Mautner Markhof family:

As is well known, Richard Strauss was a passionate card player who also liked to play for quite large amounts. However, he never entered a gaming room. When MMM once asked him in Monte Carlo why he never went to the casino, he said that on the one the one hand he was bored with losing little money, but on the other hand never wanted to get involved in playing beyond his means, however exciting such a game might be. This attitude seemed so reasonable to MMM that he had never entered a gaming room again from that hour.

In the incomparably beautiful Eden Hotel in Nervi they both played Piquet for days because a third person was missing for Skat. MMM had an unlikely lucky streak and continued to win. At that time, foreign exchange management in Germany was very strict and money transfers abroad were almost impossible. After MMM had just collected his winnings, Richard Strauss asked him to call the mighty musician of Monte Carlo, Monsieur Ginsberg. He answered the phone and Strauss picked up the handset, which had always made him uncomfortable.

To the great delight of the other, Strauss agreed to conduct a second concert. MMM was pleased as well, but Richard Strauss only meant with a smile: “After the losses you inflicted on me in the game, I have no choice but to conduct another concert, because after all the hotel bill has to be paid.” My grandfather, from his own experience, always had to strongly contradict the rumor that Richard Strauss was a bad loser. Strauss liked to play and, with equanimity, pocketed profits as well as accepted losses.

The reason why Richard Strauss was such a passionate Skat player was because this activity was the only way that allowed him to clear his mind, to switch off from the music – as he emphasized several times. Music always accompanied him everywhere, and the notes just flowed out of him. When the German composer Hans Pfitzner once complained to Richard Strauss: “If you only knew how much effort and hard work went into my opera Palestrina, you would talk differently!”, he replied: “I don’t know why you compose at all when you find it so difficult.”

Manfred I. Mautner Markhof (center), Richard Strauss (right)

 

Written by Theodor Mautner Markhof

Theodor Heinrich Mautner Markhof

The Kupelwieser Waltz

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The Kupelwieser Waltz is a unique case of an oral tradition, the written documentation of which we owe to the good friendship of my grandmother Maria Mautner Markhof (née Kupelwieser) with Richard Strauss. On this from the memoirs of my grandfather Manfred I. Mautner Markhof:

“My wife once played a small but very typical waltz from Franz Schubert, a friend of her great-grandfather Leopold, to our friend Richard Strauss. It was composed in 1826 on the occasion of the wedding of her great-grandparents, Leopold Kupelwieser and Johanna von Lutz – a cousin of  Franz Grillparzer. It is a characteristic of this incredibly talented and music-loving era that Schubert did not need to write this waltz down at all, it was enough that he played it a few times and everyone could replay it by heart. This is how my wife had learned it from her grandfather Paul Kupelwieser – the founder of Brioni – and so the family’s waltz was preserved for the next generation. One day now, before an agreed game of skat in Simmering, to our greatest delight, Richard Strauss suggested putting the waltz on paper. My wife played for him, he took some notes and a few days later he gave us a razor-fine copy of the little piece of music. In terms of music history, this document is remarkable, since Richard Strauss obviously could not resist coloring some expressions “straussian”, what music lovers and connoisseurs will recognize immediately.”

Kupelwieser Waltz, version of Richard Strauss by Isolde Ahlgrimm, Deutsche Grammophon:

Kupelwieser Waltz version of „Pussy“ Mautner Markhof, Deutsche Grammophon

Report Austrian Music Magazine

The Waltz

Sheet music Kupelwieser Waltz, 1943

Maria “Pussy” Mautner Markhof playing her beloved family waltz

by Theodor Heinrich Mautner Markhof

Theodor Heinrich Mautner Markhof

Magda Mautner Markhof by Gustav Klimt

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Study/portrait of Magda Grasmayr, the ninth child of Carl Ferdinand Mautner von Markhof.

Gustav Klimt drew her in 1904 with black pen on paper, 55 x 34.6 cm

Magda was born on April 14th, 1881 in Vienna and, thanks to the influence of her mother Editha Freiin Sunstenau von Schützenthal, grew up in a household in which the artistic elite of the time regularly got together. Besides Gustav Klimt, Josef Hoffmann, Kolo Moser also Bruno Walter and Gustav Mahler were regular guests in the family palace on Vienna’s main street Landstraße Hauptstraße.

She appeared as a young girl when, on November 18, 1903, she and her mother became co-founders of the “New Women’s Club”. Magda, like her mother and sister Ditha (married to Koloman Moser), was very art-minded and graduated from art school in Vienna under Alfred Roller and as well completed painting lessons with Maurice Denis in Paris. Her doll’s house was the central object of an exhibition of the Secession under Adolf Böhm. Her apartment and studio furnished by Josef Hoffmann developed into a prestigious stomping ground where Albert Paris Gütersloh and Alfred Gerstenbrand liked to socialize.

Magda Mautner Markhof, 1904 by Gustav Klimt


Study by Gustav Klimt on an unfinished portrait of Magda Mautner Markhof

Magda aimed to compile a collection of contemporary Austrian art. For example, she owned the Gustav Klimt painting Hope I, 1903, originally acquired by Fritz Waerndorfer. She also bought the Egon Schiele painting Autumn Tree in Stirred Air (Winter Tree), 1912, which she acquired for a total of 400 crowns. “I am now sending you 100 crowns, 200 crowns in November, then 100 crowns in December. I prefer the two landscapes more than your figurative works, which are often quite strange to me. By watching your drawings, I also have the feeling that you have a completely different view of things than I do. Nevertheless, I would like to have one of your works because I would like to fully represent young Viennese art in my collection.”

In 1913 she married the teacher Alois Grasmayr, who came from an Innviertel peasant family, with whom she moved to Salzburg, where they purchased a villa on the Mönchsberg, the Bristol and Stein hotels, as well as two inns and a mountain farm. The house on the Mönchsberg became a social center for artists and writers in the interwar period. Magda herself published poems in a Viennese daily paper, Alois his “Little Faust Book”, which was intended to explain the content of Goethe’s Faust I and II to a wider audience in dialect language.

Magda died on August 22, 1944 in Salzburg, Alois followed on March 11, 1955.

Written by Theodor Heinrich Mautner Markhof

Beate Hemmerlein

Manfred I. and the “Karl Schranz Affair”

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On February 8, 1972, around half past eleven, the Austrian Airlines’ DC9 “Niederösterreich” lands with skier Karl Schranz at Vienna Schwechat Airport. When “Schranz sees the crowd waiting for him for the first time, his eyes light up. He sits up and straightens his tie”, writes Alfred Kölbel in the “Arbeiterzeitung”. “And there, on his black Olympic jacket, flashes a silver star – the logo of his ski supplier.” He arrives from Sapporo and 200,000 Austrians cheer him enthusiastically. A few days earlier, at the instigation of President Avery Brundage (1887-1975), the IOC had barred him from participating in the games with 28:14 votes. Schranz had violated the amateur athletic rules, that prohibited amateurs from making financial profits from their sporting activities. In the morning of the crucial IOC meeting, Brundage had received Japanese newspapers, in which Schranz advertised coffee. Since then, the Tyrolean has been seen as the victim of a persistent idealist. By the leading Austrian populists, Hans Dichand (publisher Neue Kronen Zeitung) and Gerhard Bacher (Director General of the Austrian public broadcaster ORF), the exclusion of Schranz was qualified as a unfair injustice and used for a hate campaign against the IOC. Schranz had fallen victim to the arbitrariness of an old backward man, as they proclaimed, and “Austria” would not put up with that. After all, one would have to admit, that practically all skiers are professionals, not to mention the amateurs of the Eastern Bloc who are more or less employed by the state! Minister of Education Fred Sinowatz asked the Austrian Olympic Committee (ÖOC) to withdraw the entire team from the games. The ÖOC and the Austrian Ski Federation (ÖSV) rejected this. The people’s soul was boiling. Manfred Mautner Markhof, as IOC member, had sent Brundage a letter of acceptance before the expulsion because he wanted to create a favorable atmosphere. This so-called “disgrace” led to Mautner Markhof’s mustard boycotted and his grandson being beaten up at school. Schwechater beer was reviled as “Judas beer”. ÖSV President Karl Heinz Klee had to take his daughter out of school because her safety was in question. Schranz was chauffeured to the stoked crowd at Ballhausplatz in Sinowatz’s official limousine. There he was received by the Federal Chancellor Bruno Kreisky, who was uncomfortably touched by the “patriotic” feelings of the people. Schranz had to step onto the balcony three times, many of the enthusiasts had raised their right arms, which was for Kreisky too strongly reminiscent of the Nazi salute. He is said to have been so frightened by the media-induced hysteria that he changed the ORF law in 1974. The amendment cost Bacher the job.

Theodor Heinrich Mautner Markhof writes in his memories

My grandpa was appointed to several public offices. He was president of the Vienna Association of Industrialists, of the ÖAMTC, the Vienna Concert Hall, a senior official of the Chamber of Commerce and many other associations. As a member of the ÖOC (Austrian Olympic Committee), I think he was also its president, he put the whole family and me in a very strange situation. The Austrian skier Karl Schranz, who was very famous in the 1970s, apparently violated any rules of the Committee in 1972. The Olympic Games were purely an amateur event, and Mr. Schranz was sponsored by someone for money. Therefore, he was excluded from the winter games in Sapporo, unfortunately on site. This led to a national catastrophe, because television, ORF, extremely heated up the mood towards alleged injustice. The then World President of the IOC, Mr. Brundage, presented the journalists with a telegram from my grandfather with the following content: “I congratulate you on sticking to the Olympic idea.” Now the Austrians had found another “culprit” who could be held responsible for the fact that their idol had been that disparaged. That’s how media hatred against my grandfather or rather everything that bore the name Mautner Markhof began. The phone at home was hot, strangers insulted us the worst. We also received bomb threats etc. At school, I was in the 5th grade at Hegelgasse, the students in my class were very nice, but all the other schoolchildren were less. When I thought I had to take my grandfather´s side and defend myself against the allegations, I had to take a lot of beating. I can still say today, that I am still convinced that he was right on this point and Mr. Schranz was wrong. The people’s soul, however, was so stimulated by ORF that Karl Schranz, he had to leave Olympia prematurely, was received like a state guest in Vienna. He landed in Schwechat and was brought to Ballhausplatz in an open limousine, the then Federal Chancellor Bruno Kreisky was forced to also play the theater. At that time, the route from the airport was via Simmeringer Hauptstraße and Rennweg towards the city center. Crowds of people cheering Mr. Schranz wildly lined the way. Only fort Hitler´s legendary appearance had so many gathered there before. All of this had strange consequences. The first consequence was that the Austrians refused to buy our products. This situation only calmed down when the media stopped insulting us or my grandfather. Only slowly after one, then a little more quickly after two more months, the sales figures began to recover and finally paradoxically resulted in one of the best financial years in our family history. The lesson I learned from this story is that negative advertising also means advertising. If you can survive the period in question, it is even possible to make profit with its help. As a second consequence, we benefited from the chancellor’s seeming extremely uncomfortable with the excitement and crowds. As he was of Jewish descent himself and had seen the Third Reich, he had good memories that an media power out of control also could mean danger. So after a while he removed the former ORF director and changed the ORF law to prevent this in the future. Third consequence – I no longer believe the media at all, because the media spread opinions, but not the truth in the sense of objective facts. Nothing has changed to this day.