Wednesday, February 28, 2007

More Fun With In-Betweens!

This here is Flip the Frog by Ub Iwerks. Flip is obviously "maaad" and evidently not going to take it anymore. We know this from the specific facial distortion that matches the inflection of the word. Or, it could simply be that he has "haaad it with yaaams."

In any event, upon hearing of Flip's departure, an emaciated walrus appears and belches out the tune to "Oy, Frankie, We Barely Knew Ye."

"Well that settles it," Flip says, and is off to audition for Dickens, you Dickens, a play that is, according to the Bloom Picayune, "of negligible import." Regardless, "The Dead" are beside themselves with joy.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

A Stupid Thing

What more can be said about this? It's just a stupid thing.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Friday, February 16, 2007

Monday, February 12, 2007

Now! Accordions!

FIVE DAY FREE TRIAL!?!? Hell, I'd make noise for five days. See how fun the world was in 1960? Why, on a warm sunny evening, you could stroll out on the porch in your penny loafers and you'd hear the gentle HEEEEEEHAAAAAW of accordion music wafting in from every which-a-way.

Friday, February 9, 2007

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Godspeed, Dwiggo!

It's time again for crazy screwed up comics from long ago that I swiped from Barnacle Press. Here, from 1913, we have Home Wanted by a Baby! in which little orphan Baby shows up on a doorstep, has to face terribly incompetent and neurotic adults, escapes, talks to some random animal, and continues on to the next doorstep. And this happens in every strip, every day, for months.

Here's another one if you don't believe me.

Yes, Baby's catchphrase seems to be "Wow!" I don't know if this is a horrible attempt at onomatopoeia in a strange, turn-of-the-century kind of way, but it may just be a very early occurrence of self-referential humor as even Baby can't believe what's going on in the strip.

In any event, it's attributed to one Clare Victor Dwiggins. I'd like to think that it's not just a pseudonym for some unknown stooge in the newspaper's rank and file. I know in my heart that Dwiggins was a real person, and that he ran around the sidewalks of New York honking a bicycle horn at pretty girls like Harpo Marx.

Screw it. I'm going to go on the record and admit that I love this strip.

Friday, February 2, 2007