Who Invented the Stuffed Animal?

That honor belongs to Margarete Steiff (1847-1909), an indomitable German woman from the town of Giengen am Brenz near Ulm.  At eighteen months, she contracted polio, which left her legs crippled and right arm seriously disabled.  There were signs early on that she was determined to find ways to work around her physical disability.  Being musical, she mastered the zither instead of becoming frustrated when the violin and piano proved too difficult.   In spite of being very clumsy with her needle at first, she persevered until she mastered the craft of sewing.  She was the first in Giengen to purchase a sewing machine, carefully modified so she could operate it on the left.

A born entrepreneur, she designed a line of felt petticoats sold at her dressmaking shop: to fill orders she was obliged to hire more employees. In 1880 a pattern for a felt pincushion in a magazine inspired her to make little stuffed elephants, which were given away to children as toys, not tools.  Before long she decided to produce them in quantity, add new animals to the line, and issue a catalogue.  The enterprise did so well that in 1893 the workforce was expanded and a factory building opened.  The firm began to exhibit its products at the Leipzig Toy Fair and Harrod’s began selling Steiff figures in 1895.

Margarete’s nephew Richard, who studied at the Stuttgart Kunstgewerbeschule [School of Arts and Crafts], joined the business in 1897.  New designs were suggested by the extensive sketches of bears and other animals he made in Stuttgart.   By 1903, the Steiff company built a new factory with glass curtain walls, a landmark in the history of modern architecture. Because the women workers inside it were visible,  the building flooded with natural light was nicknamed the “Jungenfrauenaquarium”—the young ladies’ aquarium.Because the story of how Steiff invented the teddy bear and went on to establish itself as an international manufacturer of children’s dreams is widely available elsewhere, I’ll skip ahead to the 1950s and highlight two Steiff catalogues acquired for the collection.  They were available at Blinn’s, 64 Cannon Street, Bridgeport, Connecticut.  Promotional brochures like these are invaluable documentation of how children’s material culture developed during the mid-twentieth century.  Even though Cotsen does not collect stuffed animals, the catalogues provide information about Steiff’s product range, pricing, and marketing, as well as clues for its consumer appeal.Printed in Germany for the English-speaking market, the 14-page pamphlets show in full color dozens of stuffed creatures, felt miniatures, dolls, and hand puppets.  The pictures may be much smaller than ones typically found on a website like FAO Schwartz or Selfridge’s, but what they lack in detail, they make up in personality.  While the stuffed animals can be arranged by category or type, often a variety of animals are composed into mischievous little vignettes.  The chase scenes, stand-offs between different parties, little ones running away from big ones, were perhaps intended as suggestions for imaginative play with the Steiff zoo.

Actual toys confirm how well the company was maintaining the founder’s  quality standards five decades out.  The animals in my small childhood collection acquired in the early 1960s are pictured in the catalogs. Although never stored according to best practices, they would look even better with a little cleaning.  The bodies of glossy mohair plush  were so carefully constructed of numerous pieces that they still stand up. The beaver is probably the best example of the efforts made to create an appealing figure.  The head swivels and the front legs can be spread away from the body.  Shaded plush was used for the head, front legs, and belly, while the back is covered with a fabric of stiff prickles.   The teeth, inside of the mouth, paws, and tail are all felt.  The eyes are black glass and the nose is hand stitched.  It should have the name tag attached to its tummy and a second tag with the Steiff name and logo fastened with a metal button in the ear, but I carefully removed them, unaware that this act of vandalism would lower their future value.

All this is to explain why Steiff stuffed animals have always been a true luxury brand: the 13-inch Jumbo elephant in the 1958 catalog was $17.00, a price adjusted for inflation in 2025 translates into buying power of $190.00.   Twenty or so years ago, FAO Schwartz displayed recumbent lions and tigers the size of German shepherds which probably cost in the thousands.  The brand is still prestigious, but the product lines have been changed, with more characters from modern franchises like Peanuts, Harry Potter, Batman outnumbering the creatures from the forests, rivers, mountains, and farmyards.  Nothing like my beaver is to be had except on Etsy, Ebay, and Ruby Lane.

Compare the Steiff animals with the deconstructed stuffties and plushies available in a good mall’s toy store.   Many are as soft and squishy as a pillow, which makes them much more attractive to some children than the stiff substantial Steiffs. The rounded, simple shapes of the modern stuffed animals are cuddly, colorful, and cute, but displayed on store shelves they look more bland and generic than the little pictures of the Steiffs in the 1950s catalogs. Of course they were intended to prompt the desire to purchase and possess, but the fact that they neither look nor feel  disposable says, “Keep me.”

Little Thumb: Perrault’s Resourceful Abandoned Boy

The first illustration of the ogre and Little Thumb by Clouzier for the 1697 edition. The one is too big, the other too small…

No cousin to Tom Thumb, Perrault’s Little Thumb is the youngest son in a large, poverty-stricken family. His mother, who was “quick about her business and brought never less than two at a time,” had seven boys in three years (all quotes from the Robert Samber translation of 1729 reprinted in the Opies’ The Classic Fairy Tales). Small without much to say, the family thinks Little Thumb is slow. Everyone blames him for whatever goes wrong without suspecting that the seventh son has excellent survival instincts, quick wit, good luck, and a ruthless streak. Even if a fairy deigned to look in on a poor family, her assistance would be superfluous.

Gustav Dore’s illustration of Little Thumb eavesdropping under his mother’s stool.

A bad year comes and the parents cannot support the nine of them gathering faggots. Sharp-eared Thumb overhears his father and mother discussing whether it would be better to watch the boys starve to death or lose them the forest and let the wild beasts eat them. By dawn, he has figured out a plan to mark the family’s path into the woods with white stones, whose trail they can follow home. They receive a warm welcome and the remains of a good supper, a luxury afforded by a long overdue payment of ten crowns from the lord of the manor.

The parents’ desperation returns as soon as the money runs out. Little Thumb listens in on their talk of losing their children by leading them much deeper into the forest but is unconcerned with the plan in his pocket. But the door is locked and he cannot leave to gather pebbles early in the morning. He improvises and drops crumbs from his breakfast roll instead, but the birds eat them all.

With night falling, soaked to the skin from the driving rain, and hopelessly lost, Little Thumb persists and leads the band some distance to a house, where he asks the good wife, who opens the door, for shelter.  He persuades her that they would rather take their chances with her husband the ogre, who might spare them, than with the wolves outdoors, who won’t. The ogre, with his keen nose for fresh meat, discovers the boys’ hiding place under the bed, and prepares to butcher them to serve with anchovy and caper sauce to his three mates coming for lunch. His wife talks him out of it and he orders her to feed them and put to bed in the same room as their seven daughters, gray-eyed and hook-nosed  with “very long sharp teeth…not yet very wicked, but …they had already bitten several little children so they might suck their blood.”

Although the boys are in a separate bed, Little Thumb notices that the little ogresses are wearing golden crowns and quickly switches their nightcaps with the girls’ crowns, just in case the ogre thinks better of letting them live until morning. Sure enough, he comes in with the big knife, muttering about having had too much wine after dinner. To tell the boys from the girls, he needs to touch their heads. Feeling nightcaps, he cries, “Hah! my merry little lads, are you there,” cuts his daughters’ throats, and stumps back to bed. As soon as Little Thumb hears steady snoring, he gets his brothers dressed and out of the house.

George Cruikshank’s ogre is as skinny as Dore’s below is stout.

By dawn they have almost run the distance to their parents’ house, but the ogre in his magical seven league boots has nearly closed the gap between them. (Nothing is said about him being armed.)  Using the boots fatigues the wearer, so he settles down for a much-needed nap. Little Thumb orders his brothers to run home while he takes care of the ogre. Even if it had been possible to kill his enemy, it would not solve his family’s problems as nicely as stripping the monster of his most valuable possessions. Little Thumb steals the boots, which being fairy-made, magically shrink to fit him, and returns to the house to play a dirty trick on the wife, without any regard for the fact that she had tried to save the boys. Telling her that robbers are holding her husband for ransom, she hands over all his riches, and the boy returns home in triumph.  What’s more, he uses the magical boots to make money by carrying orders from the king to his generals or delivering love letters.

A rare illustration of the entrepreneur Little Thumb by Walter Crane. Hop o’ my Thumb. London: Routledge, Warne, & Routledge, [between 1860 and 1865]. (Cotsen 151850)

The moral of the story according to the worldly Perrault?  Something like when survival is at stake, the end justifies the means:

No longer are children said to be a hardship

If they possess great charm, good looks, and wit.

If one is weak, however, and knows not what to say,

Mocked he’ll be and chased until he runs away.

Yet sometimes it’s this child, very least expected,

Who makes his fortune and has his honor resurrected.

His parents seem to have been absolved of child abandonment because they were in extenuating circumstances. After all, blood is thicker than water, and Little Thumb preserves patriarchy by making enough money to make the family financially secure and elevating his father and brothers at court. And so Little Thumb escapes reproof for playing the spy, accessory to murder, thieft, and liar.  The ogre was no Christian anyway.

It’s amusing to see how many illustrators ignore the passage about the boots shrinking to fit the wearer…