Never tell a Yale man to "sit on it."
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
And then to turn a few pages further and realize the same paper is sponsoring, as a public service, an appearance by conservative leader William F. Buckley on "Understanding Freedom," running full page ads for several days.
Thus may our Bicentennial year be remembered.
Apparently the Sandy Good and Susan Murphy case of malicious letter writing and talk radio media blitzkriegery was the next installment, quickly following "Squeaky" Fromme's assassination attempt on President Ford the prior year. In fact, Squeaky returns from prison in a cameo role as unindicted co-conspirator and witness for the defense, while Good performs a dual role as poison pen femme fatale as well as, Charlie-like, her own defense attorney.
This production was not entirely the disappointment one expects as descending sequels usually progressively get worse the longer they get churned out, especially when it has devolved to becoming a vehicle for raising awareness of environmental issues rather than the famed "Helter Skelter" revolution. However, one must bear in one's year-2009-mind that pollution concerns were fresh and new while the old grievences that had made the Family a household name had become played out by 1976.
But a Manson Family newstory rarely fails to electrify when it comes to courthouse turbulance. Misses Good and Murphy, two swinging chicks in their 30s and quasi-nun's habits (adding unexpected Edith Head-type costume values) are provocative during the proceedings, with verbal and literal courtroom pyrotechnics making for another hot courtroom drama. Yet again we leave the story in typical terrorist tale fashion: another unsettling ending in which the accused roils with the wrong kind of regret.
ALSO: The pharmacist with the apparent herpe just above his eyebrow would like us all (and future girlfriends) to know Herpes has now become a common venereal disease.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
(It only tastes vaguely like Hirschfeld, but the actual spice went uncredited.)
When one inevitably asks "Wha' for?" regarding the li'l wooden sign pointing the swinging surgeons in the direction of "Tuesday," the inside page of the TV listings explains:
If this is true, the IMDB lists of original airdates are pretty trustworthy for those losing sleep over the matter.
Whatever Igor was serving may not have agreed with them, but TV audiences followed faithfully, right to the final, solemn trip to the latrine.
See this article in its historical context here.
The most popular sewing kit AND recipe:
(EXPLETIVE DELETED), of course.
See this article in its historical context here.
Read and hear more about Julie and David Eisenhower (and Al Capp) here at MangMade Records.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Say, why don't we get back to the government-run phone business? Looking back, the U.S. home phone market was about the closest thing we had to putting some of that Soviet magic in our lives.
"No, my new phone doesn't ring. No. You see, I'm the ding-a-ling!"
See this post in historical context here.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Even the worst-executed early fanzine can be fascinating, if only to admire the effort involved for its day in getting a work self-published purely for the love of its content and desire to share it. Zines largely were not very slick until the 70s when the latest reproduction technologies came with lower cost and easier access (...and some even then...). The always wonderful Golden Age Comic Book Stories blog has an excellent, image-rich post regarding one particular, well-crafted comics fanzine from the 1960s-80s, The Rocket's Blast and The Comicollector.
"My tie and pipe are social expectations, not affectations. Seriously."
Here we find the zine sharing a 1965 article (apparently from Long Island's Newsday) about some very early comic collectors before the average person could conceive of a time where this kid's stuff would become valuable, let alone culturally relevant. Bless 'em.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Cronkite was a legend in his own time and, even by 1971, beloved as well as controversial. Vice-President Spiro Agnew vocally considered him among the nattering northeast elite liberal press. Archie Bunker -- a "pinko." To Middle America, he was "Uncle Walter."
Capp had long been a national celebrity himself and, by the 70s, known as an outspoken right-wing establishment figure who had in recent years parodied the "lefty" likes of Joan Baez and Johnny Carson in his work. Here Cronkite gets off easier than most, a mere mock in a bird christened the "Water Kronkitingale."
It was also pretty well established that the once-"beluvvid" Li'l Abner was running out of high-octane plots and running mainly on counter-counter-cultural fumes. Here, Daisymae is on a journey to find a treasure to attract a date for a familiar Dogpatch character archetype named "Dateless" Brown. First, they must get their itinerary from the equally subtly named "Crooked Miles," each using her best assets (click to enlarge):
I won't give away all the details, but the gals must follow an insistent divining rod in the form of a twisted piece of barbed wire. Now that the table's been set, dig in:
No word if these strips LAID AN EGG or even caused a FLAP with Mr. Cronkite. One could go on a limb to argue satirist Capp was making a broad metaphorical comparison of the dreadful birdsong to Cronkite's nightly newscast warbling. Close examination, however, does not reveal the birds' affinity for their left wing over their right. Most folks probably figured it was simply a CHEEP laugh and ploy to draw attention to an aging "comical strip" (safe bet).
And that's the way it... well, you know.
To view this sequence in historical context, click here.
For more MangMade Al Capp business and his controversial radio show, click here.
Image how big this flick would have been in the film noir 1940s featuring a box office bonanza-drawing cast including Marlene Dietrich and Ginger Rogers. Throw in a swami, a jewel thief and hey hey hey! Well maybe their roles wouldn't have been big enough to fool with, but they give this newspaper story legs!
Check out the unashamedly titled story Mystery: Why Is Super-Gem-Peddler-Flato So Flat? from The Milwaukee Sentinel - Dec 19, 1943. It's truly a cautionary tale of not taking one's "Aura" seriously.