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Bligh’ me, yer a smart one Weazel!

Suddenly, Pat hurls himself at the maniac Weazel!

Can’t ask for much more excitement than that, don’t ya know… In fact, before even hitting Page 1, there’s a scary pop-up in which Connie must peel potatoes or lose his ears. Sounds like my childhood! Zowie! (Kidding there, Ma…)

Almost eighty-years ago, a young fellow named Milton moved to New York City. The kid could draw. Got himself a job with the Associated Press in the features department – that’s the bunch in charge of comic strips. The head of a competing art syndicate liked Milton’s work, and hired him to draw a comic strip he had envisioned.

It hit the papers in 1934. Terry and the Pirates.

Loads of action and adventure. Great artwork. Terry was a cabin-boy type on the ship of the worldly Pat Ryan, who had some outlandish confrontations with Dragon Lady, the Pirate Queen of the Orient.

Milton Caniff drew the comic strip for a dozen years, but – back in those days – the publication rights and ownership of the character belonged to the syndication group. Caniff was paid a salary for his efforts.

As anyone who has ever hoisted a Dilbert coffee mug will realize, there’s Gold in them-thar Marketing Rights.

Caniff quit adventure on the high seas and traded it for adventure in the clouds – leaving Terry and the Pirates and creating his own strip called Steve Canyon. The high-flying Air Force hero appeared in newspapers nationwide, enjoyed by millions of readers. He continued the comic until his death in 1988.

A year after Terry and the Pirates made its debut, Caniff wrote and illustrated a hardback book version, complete with three “Pop-Up” pictures. It’s not politically correct these days, but its Oriental dialogue-affectations might be compared to the dialects in Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer adventures.

Needless to say, the book is scarce in any condition. With all three pop-ups completely intact, it’s a rare find and nice addition to the shop’s offerings.

I’ve long been a fan of the newspaper comic strips. As a kid, I aspired to draw that sort of thing for my living. (Bligh’ me, yer a smart one Weazel! …another pipe dream, busted.) I remember admiring artwork like The Spirit, another action hero drawn by Will Eisner – a contemporary of Milton Caniff.

I still read the “funnies” in the Tulsa World, but the artwork just isn’t the same. You can click on the image to compare the portraits of Steve Canyon and “Dilbert” – the creation of cartoonist Scott Adams. (The humor in the Dilbert strip is as sharp as anything out there, and particularly sharp on the modern office culture.)

But it ain’t Terry and the Pirates:

THEN, out of the South came the great terror of the China Sea – TYPHOON!

Here that wind, Limey?” exclaimed Weazel. “We strike now!

And how they struck! They cut the ropes on all but two of the lifeboats, scuttled the ship, took command of the entire crew at the point of guns! Dmitri carried out his foul part of the scheme, too. Drawing a gun, he shoved Mr. Drake, Normandie, and Terry, who had come to warn them, into a closet and tied them up.

Suddenly Connie remembered something. He ran to the place he had hidden the life preservers. “Yipple Dipple!” he exclaimed. “Come now lickity-skip!”

It doesn’t get much more exciting than that, huh?

Come visit, lickity-skip!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main Street, Broken Arrow OK!

What’s that? You say you want a revolution?

How young they look! Dapper pink suits and stripey bell-bottom pants. Of course, in those days, ruffled-front shirts were de rigueur, particularly for rock-and-roll bands.

The magazine came in yesterday, ordered as part of a research project. It was ordered based on an article inside, but it was the cover that caught my attention.

It’s a time-capsule, all right. I looked the boys over and – seeing the youthful face of John Lennon – thought what a loss his death represented. The shame of it is, it took until later for me to remember that George was gone, too, the victim of a health bullet.

The LOOK magazine is dated September 13, 1968. Came in the mail almost exactly 45 years after its cover date. It was a big year for Beatle fans, which might have been translated as a big year for the Beatles, but even then it was the beginning of the end.

Here’s what was going on in that year: the release of the so-called “White Album.” The group was at what later turned out to be the peak of their popularity. They were coming off of the success of Sgt. Pepper’s. Critically acclaimed. Popular success. Hit songs followed from that white-jacketed double album titled only with embossed lettering of the band’s name.

That much, I’ve known for years. Here’s what the research project arrival turned up for me due to a curiosity that spurred a little (off-the-clock) investigating. (I do projects on the side to help pay the bills. So sue me.) Seeing the Fab Four and noting the coincidence of the cover date and today’s date bonked that gotta-find-out button. For years (okay, up until a few minutes ago) I thought the album cover was all-white because it was to replace the “Two Virgins” photograph in which John and Yoko posed naked. Not like Miley Cyrus Arty-Twerky naked. Just standing there, showing-your-business naked.

That is what my good friend Mike told me.

Ahhh, Mike. It wasn’t like that.

Just found out that the album you were talking about was an independent thing. Also released in 1968. It turns out the white album wasn’t a censor-thing at all. A guy named Richard Hamilton DESIGNED it that way. (Would have loved to have heard him sell that idea. Yeah, he says. Totally white. Name? Sure. It’ll say classy. Embossed. Turn it at an angle and you can read The Beatles.” You’ll love it.)

Ahhh, Mike. Come on. You’re a PHD now. Lennon fan then. Thought you would’a had that one figured out.

This one I’ll give you. As I recall, we both thought the later album Let It Be was the last Beatles album. It turns out – if not technically – in all other respects the White Album was the last hurrah. Maybe that was even beyond the finish line. Many of the White Album songs were recorded independently. The band members didn’t even see each other during the recording. Ringo wanted it to be released as two separate records. When he didn’t show a couple of times, Paul McCartney filled in on drums. Two songs worth.

That’s one you didn’t tell me about.

The White Album was released just weeks after this LIFE magazine profile. The band was on top of the world. The band was – internally – lost beneath the waves.

Retrospection is a heck-of-a thing. Especially when it is has never been easier to grab up and listen to older music.

Oh, and here they come. Those long, lost memories. White Album. Hey Jude. First slow dance. Ever. Becky – the most beautiful girl in the entire high school – and my hand is on her hip for one of the longest songs ever commercially released. And I can dance with her until it is finally over.

I’m telling you now… for me, that song never ended. Naaaaaah-na-na, Na-na-nah-nah, Hey Jude.

No dance floor here, but – Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main, Broken Arrow OK!

Whose news?

Just got off the telephone with a reporter from one of the TV stations. Phone interview. You know what it means when TV questions come ‘round without a cameraman. Yep. She knew I had a Radio Face.

The kind of looks that go over better on FM car radio.

I answered her question, which was put to me as, “I wonder what your thoughts are on that.”

Since her call was not related to any breaking news event, I figure it pretty much amounted to stirring up some local gossip. I wanted to decline, but – many of you have been around me long enough to know – I have a hard time keeping the trap shut when someone asks for my ‘thoughts.’

Without a lead-in question put to me, I usually start with something like, “Well, you didn’t ask for my opinion, but…” and then I offer up a load o’ bunk. (Blarney, if you prefer…)

She asked, though.

I told her that I didn’t speak for anyone on Main Street but myself, and that others probably would disagree with me. The whole time I’m prattling along, I’m thinking – How can a phone interview benefit a TV reporter? She might be taping my voice, but what will she do? Put up a silhouette-head and a graphic at the bottom of the screen: By telephone. That’s what TV does when a phone update comes in from the reporter in Nicaragua. Put up a still-photo of the reporter and the words: By telephone (because, otherwise, we wouldn’t know how that voice was magically flying up from South America).

The phone interview made me think of Jim Goss at KRAV-FM when he headed up the New MIX-96 (it was ALWAYS new…for years). He was the news director who sat across from me at some convention/dinner, squeezed a lemon into his tea and bounced a seed off my forehead. (Never had THAT happen before. Or since.)

KRAV had shelled out to acquire the latest weather tool – Color Weather Radar – I think it was called. Those folks had a good news operation back in those days, and I was envious of their budget.

Didn’t understand the ‘color’ part on radio, though. During the forecast, in good weather, the newscaster might remark, “All clear on Color Weather Radar – fifty mile scan, showing up as scattered green ground-clutter on the radar screen.”

Rain might be described in vivid detail: “Showers are moving in to the Metro-area. Light to moderate rain. That’s blue on Color Weather Radar with touches of darker green showing up west of Skiatook.”

Unless the rain was coming down in darker-green-colored drops near Skiatook, I don’t think any of our listeners (I was working at a down-the-block competitor) – none of them gave a hoot about what color showed up on his expensive TV screen.

I was still envious. He had radar and I had Jim Giles giving forecasts from his home studio. I think it was located in his bedroom walk-in closet. He could have been in Nicaragua, for all I know. He sounded like he was standing next to me.

Technology.

Might have told Mr. Goss what I thought about his Color Weather Radar audio-radio-visuals, but he never “wondered what my thoughts were on it.”

The TV reporter did, as I mentioned. So, if you happen to catch the evening news and a report about Broken Arrow, look on the screen for blue in the lighter areas with touches of darker green.

That’ll be me, running my trap under the radar.

The sidewalk in front of the shop is still intact, so – Come Visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 S. Main Street, Broken Arrow OK!

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