Today's Video Link

I linked to a slightly different version of this three years ago. It's the trailer for a documentary about Irv Benson, the last surviving burlesque comic. In the eighties and early nineties, Irv played in Vegas and Reno and I was known to drag friends to shows of varying shabbiness to watch the old pro perform, usually in tandem with the last surviving burlesque straight man, Dexter Maitland. Dexter is no longer with us but Irv's still around and we're still waiting for this film about him and his life…

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55 Days Until Comic-Con!

The Comic-Con International has added more special guests to this year's roster, including the return of Stan and Hunter Freberg. Last year, they ran out of time with a presentation about Stan's amazing career. So this year, we get Part Two.

As usual, I will be hosting eighty-seven million jillion panels down there. Details to come.

Don Sherwood, R.I.P. (Last March)

This one got past me and most (all?) of the comic book/strip sites. Comic creator Don Sherwood, who was probably best known for the short-lived Dan Flagg newspaper strip, died March 6 at a hospice in Huntersville, N.C. He was 79.

That Sherwood's passing went unnoticed in the comic community is not surprising. He was a man of mystery, telling different things to different interviewers. In one article, he claimed his first job in comics was assisting Milton Caniff on his strip, Terry and the Pirates in the early 1940s. I'm not sure that's true. In another, he said his stint on Terry was working with Caniff successor George Wunder in the early sixties. Again, I'm not sure. He did launch Dan Flagg in 1963. The strip, which was similar to Caniff's Steve Canyon but set in the Marines, only made it into a handful of newspapers and lasted but four years. Still, Sherwood told reporters it was a "…huge success, running in virtually every daily newspaper in the country in the 1960s."

(As a reality check: Back when most cities had more than one newspaper, the best a strip could manage would be to appear in one paper in each city. The most successful ones were probably in about 25% of all the papers then being published.)

But Dan Flagg attained a certain notoriety among those who study comic strips. Sherwood employed others to write it (primarily Archie Goodwin) and others to draw it (including Al Williamson, Angelo Torres, Al McWilliams, George Evans and Gray Morrow). For a time, each ghost thought he was the only assistant; that Sherwood was doing all the other work on the strip. Then one evening, Goodwin, Williamson and a few of the others got together for dinner, started talking about their current projects…and discovered that they, not Sherwood, were writing and drawing Dan Flagg. The incident so amused Goodwin that he wrote a story for the first issue of Creepy (drawn by Williamson) about a comic artist named Baldo Smudge who hires others to do his strip. In the story, the ghosts get together, demand credit and more money…and are murdered by Mr. Smudge.

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And there was one other uncredited assistant: Ben Oda lettered the Dan Flagg strip and Ben Oda lettered the story in Creepy.

Dan Flagg ended in 1967 and Sherwood began working for Charlton Comics where his most notable assignment was a comic that adapted the TV series, The Partridge Family. Thereafter, it gets harder to track his career, which included a series of newspaper strips, some of which actually appeared in newspapers. He did The Flintstones for a time, primarily for the foreign market. He did a panel in conjunction with Dick Clark called Dick Clark's Rock and Roll, which I think (but am not certain) saw print. There were others that were announced and promoted, like a revival of Sgt. Preston of the Yukon, but I'm not sure if they were actually syndicated.

And I'm afraid that's about all I know about Don Sherwood. Never met the man…but I thought his passing ought to be noted someplace where folks in and around comics might learn about it. Perhaps someone else will be moved to do a little digging and find out more about him.

Don't Read, Don't Believe…

Message boards where folks can post anonymously always strike me as enormous repositories of outright lying. People often try to win arguments by claiming bogus credentials. During the Writers Guild strike, for instance, the Hollywood-themed forums were full of anonymous people claiming falsely to be WGA members or to have inside info on the negotiations…info that later turned out to be totally spurious. Obviously, some of the messages that claimed special knowledge or access actually did…but enough were fraudulent that it's brain-dead stupid to give any of those messages any credence; not unless there's a real, real good reason.

It's the same way with military-related debates. Debaters keep claiming military experience that they may or may not actually have. That said, I was amused by the following exchange today in a public forum over on the CNN board where the repeal of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" is being discussed. I have no idea if either of the parties actually served but I thought it was worth noting…

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As a 18 year Vet of the Army and the Infantry Core , this makes me sick to my stomach , I cant wait to see how the ground force reacts to this. The military is not a place for Gays and will cause nothing but trouble when this is past. So call me what you want , I have 6 deployments under my belt for my county how about you?

SPC Mike
I'd rather serve with a gay soldier, than serve under an incompetent NCO that can't even spell Corps or passed correctly. Which one of these is a greater threat to military readiness?

Art Linkletter, R.I.P.

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Longtime TV host Art Linkletter has died at the age of 97 and I'm getting e-mails from people who are waiting for me to post some great anecdote or personal encounter with the man. I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint these folks but I do have a few thoughts to offer.

Art Linkletter was darn near the last of a breed — those guys who came out of radio, got into television and functioned as hosts. They weren't comedians. They weren't musical performers. They weren't actors. They were just hosts, often of game shows, and there were a lot of them around in the early days of TV. What did Art Linkletter do? He was a host.

I'm afraid he was never a favorite in our household. Much of America saw him as warm and genial and beloved, I suppose…but everyone I knew saw him as unctuous and enormously condescending to the people who got plucked from his audiences to appear on his shows, House Party or People Are Funny. He just had this way of acting like they were all colossal boobs and that it was his job to make sure they came across that way. There also seemed to be no product he wouldn't sincerely endorse if they were paying him enough.

Some of the obits are recalling the event that turned him into a staunch anti-drug crusader. In 1969, his daughter Diane jumped to her death from an apartment window. Dad blamed it on LSD and the drug culture and permissiveness…this, despite the fact that the coroner determined she'd had no drugs whatsoever in her system at the time. Some campaigns to curtail drug use are admirable but Linkletter's just struck me as self-serving. Half of it seemed like a desperate attempt to convince everyone, himself included, that his daughter's death was not a suicide and he had therefore not been a bad father; that she was murdered by drug-pushers. The other half of the message seemed to be that to fight the plague of drugs, we had to all vote Republican.

At the time, I was rabidly anti-drug and reasonably Conservative and even I found Mr. Linkletter's little speeches offensive and counter-productive. To his credit, he eventually backed way off them. I seem to recall a brief news cycle years later wherein he recanted his position on marijuana, decided it really didn't lead inevitably to "the hard stuff" and even endorsed its legalization. But by that point, he was just a guy who sold cheap life insurance to seniors in commercials and no one particularly cared what he said.

He obviously had a long and prosperous life. When Disneyland opened, Linkletter did some hosting duties for Walt…and since Walt couldn't afford to pay the going rate for Art's services, they worked a barter. Linkletter's company got the concession to sell Kodak film in the park for some lucrative number of years. I don't have the stats handy but Scrooge McDuck would have envied the kind of money Linkletter wound up making off that arrangement. His other investments also did nicely for him so he probably lived quite well when his TV career went away.

I used to see him around town all the time but I never said hello to him. Usually when I meet a celebrity of any tenure, I can think of something the person did that I liked…so I can say, "I really enjoyed your work in that." I couldn't think of anything in that vein regarding Art Linkletter so he remained unapproached by me. Oddly enough, the one time I liked him was the last time I saw him anywhere. When Steve Allen passed, there was a tribute evening out at the Alex Theater in Glendale…performers who'd worked with Steverino telling tales, doing their acts, etc. Linkletter was the Master of Ceremonies and though he was around 87, he was sharp, funny and darn good at what he did. I found myself actually wondering why he had so totally disappeared from TV apart from the occasional commercial.

Anyway, as you can tell by now, I don't have a great story to tell you about Art Linkletter. But you know who does? Laraine Newman does. Here's a link to the tale of her TV debut…as one of the kids who was brought on to say clumsy, adorable things on Mr. Linkletter's House Party show.

(And I can't resist pointing something out. I have this ongoing fascination with the way in which everyone I know eventually intersects with everyone else I know. I've been working with Laraine a lot lately…and by the way, as a comic actress, she more than lives up to her reputation, which is that she's one of the best. From this article, I learned that her writing teacher is Claudette Sutherland. You may recall that recently, I did a couple of lectures up at UCLA about the show, How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying and for one, I interviewed an actress who was in the original Broadway cast. That actress was Claudette Sutherland. My life is kinda like Facebook but without all the annoying invasions of privacy.)

Today's Video Link

It's always nice when someone performs a great song the way it was meant to be heard…

Attention, Cartoonists in the Los Angeles Area!

My friend, master cartoonist Scott Shaw!, is seeking others who can draw for an all-day charity event on Saturday, June 5 in Griffith Park. He's arranging to have a bevy of professional cartoonists do free drawings (caricatures, comic and cartoon characters, animals, special requests, etc.) for the City Of Hope hospital's fun-fair for cancer-afflicted kids and their families. Writes Scott, "You need to be friendly, confident, flexible and tireless. We'll be drawing for about six hours (with short breaks) for hundreds of young kids who will be testing our abilities to quickly draw things and characters we've never been asked to draw before, so it's important be able to think (and draw) on your feet to interact with children comfortably."

If you qualify and you're interested, drop me a note and I'll forward it to Scott, who'll furnish all the details. (Don't just show up.) Sounds like demanding — but very satisfying — work.

Blasting Capp

Tom Sawyer was one of the many artists who ghosted for Al Capp on the Li'l Abner newspaper strip over the years. He tells of those days in this article — and I was especially struck (though unsurprised) by this paragraph…

Al Capp turned out to be one very entertaining guy. As expected, major funny, brilliantly politically aware, and commercially, brilliant. This last evidenced, especially, in that Al, a lifelong Liberal, and JFK fan, who lived in Cambridge and socialized with the Kennedys, the Schlesingers and others of the Best and the Brightest, had discovered that on the lecture-circuit at that time there was no longer any money in being a Leftie. So Al Capp became, arbitrarily, an articulate and of course witty spokesperson for the far-Right. He never believed a word of what he said, but the demand for his services as a speaker increased dramatically, and his fees jumped from $3,000 to $10,000.

Based on watching Capp for a long time (and meeting him a grand total of once), I don't doubt he made that turn for cash and attention. But it sure seems that at some point, he began to believe his own bull.

Of greater interest to me is that Capp seems to have been a pioneer. I think there are a lot of people around today who espouse right-wing dogma because that seems to be where the money is. Oh, if only Al could have gotten a royalty from those who've followed in his wooden-legged footsteps.

Recommended Reading

Want to know what the hell's going on with Korea? Go directly to Fred Kaplan. Do not pass "Go." Do not collect $200…

Evening, Squire

My pal Earl Kress and I went out to the TV Academy last night for a Pythonesque event. Remember that six-hour documentary that ran last year on IFC about the Monty P. boys? It was called Monty Python: Almost The Truth (Amazon link 4 purchase) and they ran the 90-minute abridged version of it for our inspection. This was followed by a panel discussion with the filmmakers (Bill Jones and Ben Timlett) plus Eric Idle and Terry Jones.

Eric and Terry kicked things off with a little speech about how though Python is hailed around the world, the body of work has garnered precious few Emmy Awards…like none. No nominations, either. The presentation was an unabashed effort to try and fill that void, rallying support for the documentary, and I must say they did it up well. There was the screening and the panel followed by loads of free food and drink, plus everyone got a free copy of the 6-hour DVD, and a good time was had by all. They probably got my vote, which is not to say they wouldn't have gotten it without throwing this lovely party. (But don't tell them that. There's nothing better than being bribed to do what you'd have done anyway…)

The two Python members talked about their past work and threw ice water on the suggestion that there might still be new, fresh Monty Python films and appearances. Terry Jones said they've gotten too old. Eric Idle said they're now getting along too well and that the proper climate for butting heads and arguing would not exist. He also repeated a little speech we'd just seen in the film about how those who demand a Python resurrection really don't want that. What they want, he said, is to feel young again…to be transported back to the age they were when new Python material was coming out. (I'm paraphrasing…)

There wasn't a lot of other news. Idle spoke briefly about his new musical endeavor, Not the Messiah (He's a Very Naughty Boy), which, by the way, comes out on DVD and Blu-ray in a few weeks. Those are Amazon links also. Terry J. spoke of the sheer terror — "The most frightening moment of my life," he called it — of singing live to that large an audience with that large an orchestra backing him. At one point, Idle selected a young lady from the audience, handed her a cup and asked her to stand by the doorway when we exited and collect spare change for the John Cleese Divorce Fund.

The party was filled with funny people. Among the ones I chatted with were Toni Attell, Carl Gottlieb, Phil Proctor and Anne Beatts. There's something about Python that brings together folks of kindred spirits…or at least, kindred senses of humor.

Next week, Earl and I will travel back to the same room for an event that will reunite all of the surviving folks in front of and behind the camera for The Bob Newhart Show. I suspect we'll see many of the same people in attendance. End of report.

Today's Video Link

Here's a commercial that may run in your area when the touring company of Young Frankenstein is in town. We love Mel Brooks and we kinda liked the show…at least, the production we saw on Broadway. But we think this is the worst commercial we've ever seen for anything…

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Four Years Ago Today…

Four years ago today, I had Gastric Bypass Surgery. I now weigh a little more than 100 pounds less than I did when I awoke on May 26, 2006 and 120+ less than when I started changing my consumption habits in preparation for the procedure.

People always ask, "Doesn't it feel a lot better?" and the answer to that is "Of course," though I must add that I never felt that bad when I was heavier. I felt clumsier and I now find that I fit into the world a little better. My blood pressure, which used to only hover around normal via a daily drug, now gets there on its own. Before the operation, I was showing signs of trending into Diabetes and now I don't. My sleep apnea has not gone away but an awful lot of aches and skin tabs have. I now wear shirts that are 1-2 sizes smaller and pants that are five sizes smaller. I've given away an awful lot of clothes and taken a lot of old ones out of storage.

I decided when I had the surgery not to recommend it to anyone else. This is tricky because when people ask me if I had any complications or problems, the honest answer is no. Research and meeting others who've undergone the procedure has made me realize I had what was just about the best-possible experience…but it also makes me realize what can and does go wrong for some. It's a lot more of a gamble if you're in poor health before the surgery and/or you don't have a great surgeon. That may seem obvious but when folks ask me about this, it sometimes sounds like they're asking how the new Nikons are; like if I'm happy with mine, they can just swing by Costco, get the exact same thing for the lowest price around and be exactly as happy as I am. Doesn't work like that with doctors and surgical procedures.

So I don't recommend having it. I do recommend investigating it if you could stand to lose at least 100 pounds or more. And I certainly recommend that if you do have a health problem of any kind — not just surplus poundage — you take control of your life and do something about what's ailing you. One of the joys of losing the weight for me was feeling like I'd taken charge of a situation that was out of my grasp. In some ways, that feels better than being able to tie my shoes without using a backhoe.

Heading Out…

On my way to hear these guys speak. Know what I mean, know what I mean? Say no more…

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Go See It!

People who attend my panels at comic conventions sometimes say that I'm a good interviewer. They're wrong. My buddy Paul Harris, whose radio programs are heard in different cities around this country, is a good interviewer. A lot of what I know about the art/craft, I learned from listening to him and occasionally being interviewed by the guy. It has a lot to do with understanding where the interviewee needs to go and getting him or her there.

Over on his weblog, Paul has a short but interesting essay up on why he doesn't like to socialize with an interviewee before or even during an interview. This segues into a clip from a recent Jimmy Fallon taping…actually, a clip of what went on back in the studios while commercials were rolling. If Mr. Fallon's show was always this entertaining, I might watch it.

Post Scripts

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Tom Spurgeon does the kind of obit on Howard Post that I didn't have time to do yesterday. And Jerry Beck offers a little more about Howie's animation work. The AP obit says he died last Friday and had recently been hospitalized for kidney failure. So the cause of death may not have been Alzheimer's, but his close friend (and former studio-mate) Jack Mendelsohn told me that had been plaguing Howie the last year or so.

Let me throw into the record, two more thoughts about Post's career. A lot of fans probably know him best for Anthro, a book he did for DC in 1968-1969 which lasted only a half-dozen issues. During that period, a lot of great comics were introduced at DC that lasted about that long and I always thought it was a shame. At the time, Independent News — the division of the company that distributed their comics as well as other periodicals — was generally down on comic books. There was an unfortunate dynamic in play: If something new was introduced — invariably as a bi-monthly — and it didn't draw decent sales within two or three issues, it was declared a flop and hastily cancelled.

I'm not entirely certain whose pronouncement that was but I think it became self-fulfilling. It takes time for something genuinely new to become well-enough known that it attracts new readers to the point of purchase. If you put out one issue and then two months later, you put out another…and then two months later, you put out another one, that's just not enough of a test; not for anything that's truly different.

Maybe at one point in comic history, it was enough time…but by the late sixties, we had a generation that had been raised on TV and on entertainment that was always readily accessible. They didn't have the patience to follow long continuities in newspaper comic strips, which is why those died off. I don't think they had the patience to wait two months between issues of a comic book. One of the appeals of the Marvel line at that time was that the books were all monthly and they were all interconnected…so if you loved that world, you could go the newsstand every week and get a couple of fresh doses. If you were starting to fall for the world of Anthro, you had to wait way too long for the next visit.

And you weren't even sure there'd be one. This is all based on anecdotal evidence from my old Comic Book Club but I think that when DC got to cancelling so many good comics so quickly (Bat Lash, Creeper, Hawk & Dove, Secret Six and so on), they created a big problem for themselves. Readers learned not to get too interested in something new under the DC banner because that comic would probably not be around for long. Marvel was on the march. DC was in a state of perpetual retreat from its own advances.

No one can ever prove me wrong but I believe that if DC had kept a couple of those comics running for, say, two years on a monthly basis, they would have caught on big. The potential loss until that happened would not have been great. It's what in some businesses they call an "investment." You make them when you think the potential reward is great enough and likely enough. Anthro is a book on which I would have wagered. In fact, I would not have published it in the first place if I wasn't prepared to give it that kind of backing. It was a fun idea with an appealing premise and the characters and stories were strong…but it was something new, and people sometimes take a while to find or warm up to "new."

Admittedly, this is an arguable point. So is what happened with its last issue. Up until then, Howie had written and drawn it, and he drew in a kind of rough style that was perfectly apropos for a strip set in the Stone Age, when things were kinda rough. When DC got its first, disappointing sales returns, they thought they might be able to save the project by making the art slicker…so they had the last issue inked by the great Wally Wood.

This greatly changed the look and feel of the comic. It lost its rough feel and the female characters became awfully cute and sexy. Ordinarily, you might think this was a shrewd commercial move — and it might have been but for two things. One was that the comic was already dead by then. Last issues almost never turned things around. In fact, under the distribution system back then, you sometimes didn't even get accurate sales figures on a last issue…so if sales did shoot up, you'd never know for certain. And the other problem was that Howie Post, who was the heart and soul of Anthro, hated it. He looked at his comic, he told me, and his comic didn't look like his comic any longer, his characters weren't his characters. He said that once he realized what Wood was doing to it, he lost his enthusiasm for the project and it also took him much longer to pencil the comic than it previously had to both pencil and ink it.

This is an aspect of creation that the audience often doesn't think about, nor are they usually in any position to assess it. The environment in which a work is created — the mental attitude of the creators — that all has a lot to do with what emerges. Give me the best writer and artist in comics and if I treat them badly enough…or just cause them to be disoriented or dispirited…I can get lousy work out of them. Sometimes, that is the reason your favorite writer produced great, memorable writing in one venue and less-than-stellar material in another. Or why things were great for an extended period and then got lousy. Someone busted someone's chops.

So when I think about Howie Post, I think about Anthro and about the huge missed opportunity that, I think, it represented. That's one thing I wanted to say.

The other thing was about his newspaper strip, The Dropouts. As you probably know, syndicates sell strips to newspapers and the fee is based on the newspaper's circulation. So the goal is to sell to the largest paper in each city…or at least it was, back when most cities had more than one newspaper. These days, the goal seems to be to just sell the strip, period. The Dropouts was purchased by the L.A. Times at a time when it was, I believe, the third-largest newspaper in the country…and since The New York Times and The Wall Street Journal didn't carry comics, that was the best sale you could make.

But what frustrated Howie was that though the L.A. Times paid for his strip, they often didn't run it. The Dropouts was their "drop-in" strip. They'd run it for three months, then omit it for six, then run it for eight more, then drop it for a year, then bring it back for a week. It was a space filler when some other strip was unavailable. When Doonesbury started, before it established its clout and popularity, there were occasional instances when the Times didn't want to run some sequence. Into its place for one week only would go The Dropouts.

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Howie's strip was also the "control" in the occasional experiment. For several years, the Times comic strip editors attempted to improve their page via the following strategy: They'd drop some strip that they thought didn't have much of a following and see how many letters and calls of complaint they received. And what would they put in its place while they ran this little test? The Dropouts, of course.

But The Dropouts was never in serious contention for a permanent slot, Howie told me. If enough protests came in from lovers of the departed strip, it would come back and they'd drop The Dropouts. If they didn't get a significant number of complaints, they'd bring in something else and drop The Dropouts. Either way, Howie's strip was forever reverting to Student Stand-by status. He was happy with the ongoing checks — at one point, I think he was paid for a whole year without ever once seeing print in the Times — but bothered that he was being treated as a placeholder.

The first time I met him was in New York in 1970. When he heard I was from Los Angeles, his eyes lit up and he made me an offer that he apparently made then to anyone who lived in the Times' circulation area: If I'd write a letter to the Times and ask to have The Dropouts appear every day — including the Sunday page, which I don't think the paper ever ran — he'd send me an original strip. l wrote but it didn't do any good. (Years later when I met someone who worked in that division at the Times, I asked why they didn't just run it in the classified ad section or somewhere else when there was no place for it on the funnies page. The answer had something to do with the bureaucracy in the company. Other sections had other editors and no one could infringe on their turfs.)

The strip ended in '82. The AP obit (linked above) says it was in "more than 100 newspapers." That's not a lot unless one of them is paying what the L.A. Times pays. I have no inside info on this but I'm wondering if that's when the Times stopped paying for it. That drop in income would probably have made it no longer worth his time to draw or the syndicate's to syndicate. Anyway, Howie's timing was pretty good because it was around then that he was tapped to write for the Richie Rich cartoon show…and about the time that gig ended, Marvel launched his kids' line and he was hired, probably by former Harvey editor Sid Jacobsen, to draw many of them. Howie Post was never without work for very long…a testimony to his talent and versatility.