Anyone here see tonight's Daily Show With Jon Stewart? Stewart got into the topic of gay marriage with Bill Bennett. It's very difficult for anyone debating the host of a show to win or even tie. The host has home court advantage and he's the one who frames the discussion. If you go on The Daily Show, you also have to cope with the studio audience (naturally on Stewart's side) and the fact that the host is probably a lot quicker and funnier than you are. Still, Mr. Bennett lost the debate by a pretty wide margin…at least in the show as aired. It looked to me like there were at least two edits in the discussion — something I've never seen The Daily Show do before — and then Stewart said they'd tape more with Bennett and air more interview with him tomorrow.

[UPDATE, ADDED LATER: I've changed my mind about what happened. See this later message for the new theory.]

Following up on our earlier item about Bob Kane (or one of his ghosts) swiping on early Batman stories, a couple of message boards — this one, for instance — are discussing to what extent Mr. Kane could draw at all. It's no secret that after about 1946, everything published in comics under his signature was done by someone else. He may occasionally have drawn or redrawn a panel here or there but it was all substantially the work of men like Lew Sayre Schwartz or Sheldon Moldoff.

Kane also employed ghost artists on at least some of what he "drew" for other venues. During the "pop art" craze of the sixties, which I believe lasted about an hour and forty-two minutes, he suddenly was out selling oil paintings that he'd allegedly done, blowing up old Batman panels a la Roy Lichtenstein. Soon after, he was sued by a lady who claimed she'd actually painted them…meaning that Kane hadn't even taken the time to project, trace and color in the panels — something a high school art student could have done.

But was it that Kane couldn't do the work or that he just didn't want to expend the effort? There's a big difference there. Based on my own encounters with the man, I'd say it was both with the emphasis on laziness. Once upon a time, the man did support himself as an artist in comics. He wasn't great but back then, not many were. What separated Kane from many others was that he seemed to figure out that drawing comics day and night only led to drawing more comics day and night.

You couldn't get wealthy that way (Jack Kirby sure didn't) and even if you could, some people just don't want to spend 80 hours out of every week at a drawing table. To become something more than a comic artist required better drawing than Kane could muster so he hired assistants, all of whom drew better than he did, and let them make him look good. It worked pretty well, at least as far as he was concerned…and then later on, he figured out that he could do as many syndicated comic strip artists did, which was to go out and play and let the hired help put in the 80 hours.

I first met Kane in 1968 when I was fourteen years old. The story is told in my book, Wertham Was Right, and also in Gerry Jones's excellent Men of Tomorrow. The quick version is that Kane met one of our comic book club members at a comic rack in a Los Angeles grocery store and invited him to come visit him. A half-dozen of us made the journey and then I went back later on my own and learned an awful lot of comic history.

On our first trip, Kane acted like he drew Batman with the aid of a few assistants. That was until I let him know that I knew otherwise, whereupon he confessed to what I guess was about 80% of the truth. I'm still amazed he was that candid. Anyway, he did sketches for us all. Everyone else asked for Batman and Kane whipped out a couple of them — obviously stock sketches, largely identical to one another. Most artists, even the great ones, have a little repertoire of head shots they can replicate with their eyes closed.

I think he had two Batman images, one profile and one full-face. The full-face looked a lot like the drawing in the "Batman for President" in the photo above. Kane had done it for a photo session a few weeks earlier. He gave us all autographed copies of the photo and on my second visit, he gave me the original to the poster he was holding in it.

I was the last one to get a sketch from him that first day. Just to throw him a curve and to see what would happen, I asked him for something other than Batman…a drawing of The Penguin. Kane gave a me a little grin as if to say, "You troublemaker," but he picked up his marker and did the drawing you see above right. If you're interested in the question of whether Bob Kane could draw, know that he produced it right in front of me, all by himself. At least, I didn't see Shelly Moldoff under the table. Kane did it straightaway in marking pen without any preliminary underdrawing in about two minutes and I still think it's pretty decent — especially for a guy who was way outta practice. Then again, I suspect it also represented the upper end of his ability.

A website called News Corpse is putting up online videos of Bill O'Reilly's "Talking Points" commentaries…but with a few clever modifications. Take a look.

I probably won't get around to reading Ramesh Ponnuru's new book, Party of Death, online excerpts of which strike me as another of those "let's make money by telling the right wing what it wants to hear" tomes. But I was interested in this review by John Derbyshire, who is an accredited Conservative (he even shares blogging rights with Ponnuru over at The Corner). I don't agree with a lot of what Derbyshire writes so I was intrigued to find some areas of agreement, particularly about the Terri Schiavo case. It all makes for an interesting view on the "Right to Life" movement.

In 1964, the Post cereals people — who practically owned Saturday morning TV, advertising-wise — decided to stop having their commercials interrupted by irrelevant programming. They funded a series called Linus the Lionhearted, starring the character who was then famous only for appearing on the box and in the commercials of their cereal, Post Crispy Critters. In fact, the whole show was filled with faces that adorned Post cereal boxes and ad campaigns…Lovable Truly the Mailman was selling Post Alpha Bits, Little So-Hi appeared for Post Rice Krinkles, Rory Raccoon was the spokesanimal for Post Toasties and Sugar Bear was always hawking Post Sugar Crisp.

Oddly enough, the series was not bad at all…cleverly-written and well-animated…at (reportedly) a budget three times the size of what Hanna-Barbera was then spending to make a cartoon. The great animator Irv Spector was in charge of production and it shows. He also tapped Hoyt Curtin, who did such a fine job providing music for H-B shows, to do the honors for Linus.

And they got some great people to do voices. Sheldon Leonard, best known for his on-screen gangster roles and his behind-the-scenes producer status on The Dick Van Dyke Show, The Andy Griffith Show and many others had been portraying Linus in the commercials. He kept on doing so and brought along Carl Reiner to voice many of the supporting characters. I'm guessing they also had something to do with the occasional appearances on the show by Jonathan Winters, who popped in, usually to play an evil giant in a So-Hi cartoon. Most of the other characters were voiced by Bob MacFadden (who was sometimes referred to as the Mel Blanc of the New York cartoon voice community) and Gerry Matthews, who did the Bing Crosby imitation as Sugar Bear.

Linus the Lionhearted made it through its first season or two without too many people wondering aloud if it was good to have a kids' show where it was difficult to tell where the commercials stopped and the entertainment content began. The show shifted to ABC in '66, by which time no new episodes were being made. By 1969, the F.C.C. was cracking down on children's shows that blurred the line between ads and programming, and that pretty much was the end of the Linus the Lionhearted series even in reruns. Years later, this policy was reversed, which made possible the infomercial, televangelists and shows funded by toy companies to promote their wares, such as G.I. Joe and The Transformers.

Featured here today is the opening to the Linus show, followed by a commercial spot. Leonard does the voice of Linus and I'm not sure who did the voice of Billie Bird, the obnoxious fowl who hangs around with him. Carl Reiner did the voice of Billie in some cartoons but that's not him. It may be Ed Graham, an ad agency guy who produced the series and who turned up in several episodes playing different characters. It might also be Jerry Stiller who, with spouse-partner Anne Meara, provided occasional voices. Lovable Truly, So-Hi and Rory Raccoon are all voiced by MacFadden and Sugar Bear was, as noted, Gerry Matthews. Oh — and if you listen to the theme song, you may pick out one of the singers…the legendary Thurl Ravenscroft, who provided the voice of Linus's arch-rival, the other great cereal-selling jungle cat, Tony the Tiger. Let's roar…

The season finale of Deal or No Deal managed to take what would have been a rather interesting game had it run 45 minutes, and stretch it to ninety. That's one of the problems the game has. The first part of every round is pretty repetitive as each contestant struggles and sweats and finally decides to reject the early offers that every contestant rejects. As a result, every game seems padded. Another problem is that no one's gotten too close to the top prize and the way the game is structured, it may be a long time before anyone does.

Yet another problem for me is that the show is so heavily edited that it often loses the sense of a real event. In fact, the producers don't seem to care all that much about reality. Tonight's episode began with an armored car, flanked by police cars, driving through Hollywood to the NBC Studios in Burbank and unloading the supermodels with their little briefcases. The suggestion was that there was five million dollars in cash in the armored car so it needed serious protection. But of course, there was no cash in that truck, nor were the models in that truck. In fact, that truck did not even go to a Deal or No Deal taping at NBC. Deal or No Deal doesn't tape at NBC. They do it down at the Sunset-Gower Studios in Hollywood. The whole thing was so bogus that at the end of the show, a disclaimer was flashed so quickly that Barry Allen couldn't have read it. It said…

In the opening sequence, the statements about and portrayals of a police escort for the briefcases, and that the briefcases contained cash delivered from a bank to NBC Studios, were fictitious and included for dramatic purposes.

I dunno…it seems to me that once viewers start feeling that reality is being manipulated, it makes the game part of the show less exciting. Still, the show's doing well in the ratings and tonight's — hyped with a five million smacker top prize and a surprise appearance by Celine Dion, all leading into the season finale of The Apprentice — should do spectacular numbers. So maybe that kind of thing doesn't matter to viewers these days.

While I'm carping about things that bug me about the show — which, by the way, I enjoy in spite of all this — let's talk about that "surprise" appearance by Celine Dion. I guess it was a surprise to the contestant at the taping but NBC hyped the heck out of it in advance. Even my TiVo listing told me that Celine Dion was making a surprise appearance. As they led up to it during the show, we all saw it coming ten blocks away.

I used to love surprise appearances on TV shows. I love it when things happen that you couldn't have expected and lately, they occur about as often as Halley's Comet cruises by. When I was writing variety shows, I couldn't even make one happen.

I was walking across the studio lot and who should I run into but John Travolta? I knew John from when I'd worked on Welcome Back, Kotter a year or two before, and we had a nice reunion. He told me about a film he was doing. I told him about a variety special we were taping in a week or so.  Somehow — I'm not sure how we got to it — he offered to do a cameo guest appearance on our show…and for scale, meaning the minimum money. Wasn't that nice of him? I haven't spoken to the man in a quarter-century but I'd like to believe he's still that nice. He agreed to tape a spot for our show and the only condition was that it be a genuine surprise appearance…not in the ads, not in the TV Guide listing, nowhere.

Naturally, when I told the producers, they were unhappy that John could not be advertised but they figured that an unbilled Travolta cameo was better than no Travolta cameo. A day later, our Network Publicity Department Rep came into my office to ask about the rumored Travolta cameo, I told him it was true but couldn't be advertised. "I promised him we wouldn't publicize it in any way or announce it in advance or anything like that. Do I have your word you won't promote him?"

The Publicity Guy snapped into a boy scout salute and proclaimed, "Absolutely, yes. Cross my heart, word of honor."

I sighed, "Good. I was afraid someone there would put him in the promos."

Still holding his Boy Scout salute, the Publicity Guy said, "Oh, he'll be in the promos."

I replied with something witty. I think it was "Huh?" Something that clever.

The man explained: "Everyone at the network will swear on the lives of their grandmothers that they won't put John Travolta in your promos. They'll sign documents in blood and have them notarized. But I'm telling you, when those promos hit the air, Travolta will be in them. That's just a fact of life."

By now, I was sputtering like a real cheap outboard motor. The man from NBC Publicity continued, "Look, I won't put him in there and no one in my department will put him in there, or at least admit to putting him in there. But John Travolta is hot right now and he can help your ratings…so he's going in. And you'll never know who did it. It may well be one of those people who signed the blood oath they wouldn't do it. I just want you to know this going in so you don't get pissed at me." And he told me an anecdote that illustrated the principle: Someone had promised no advance publicity to get a superstar to appear on some show and then, once the spot was taped, promptly reneged. He shrugged, "What was the guy going to do about it? Sue us?"

I called John, explained the situation to him and he said, "In that case, I'd rather not do it." I didn't blame him one bit.

Since then, I've become especially aware of surprise appearances on TV shows and how rarely they occur. These days, the promo guys are willing to give away everything if they think it'll bring in another hundred thousand viewers — plot twists, shock endings, even who wins. If you've watched the promos for Gameshow Marathon, you already know which celebs advance to the final round, week after next. I don't know if this is commentary on the cutthroat nature of network television or on some variety of attention deficit disorder on the part of the viewing audience which has caused them to need every possible reason to tune in. All I know is that I stopped going to as many movies as I once attended because between the trailers and the clips on talk shows and all the rest of the routine hype, I felt many of them had been ruined for me. And I sometimes feel that way about television programs, as well…which is not to say I expect it to ever change.

These days, everything on TV seems to need a big SPOILER warning. Come to think of it, so does my life.

Before I head off for beddy-bye, I want to link to this article by Andrew Sullivan, a gay Conservative if such a thing is possible. It's about the way Bush and Cheney have treated gays in the past. It may or may not remain Sullivan's viewpoint after Bush's reported plans this week to start pushing that Federal Marriage Amendment that everyone seems to agree has no chance of passing. Which makes you wonder why he's suddenly getting behind it. The more right-wing end of his base won't be fooled into thinking that support for a constitutional amendment that won't happen is any sort of substitute for the things on their wishlist that they still might realize during his term of office. Bush sure doesn't need to look ineffectual about one more of his stated goals and to look like more of a "divider" to the middle-of-the-road crowd…so why get behind this movement now? I don't get it.

I decided not to post any more of the Forbidden Broadway scenes since I can just send you to this page and let you watch a much better-edited version of 'em there. There's a Demo Reel, which is mostly a commercial for the show, that runs a little under eight minutes and there's a reel of "Symphony Highlights" that runs almost twenty and is well worth the time. The video clip I posted yesterday was the first half of this.

So today, we have three minutes of Lewis Black plugging his HBO special which debuts next week. I dunno how the special will be but just about everything Mr. Black does amuses me greatly. So did this three minutes even if the video aspect ratio is a little screwy.

One of the panels we'll be doing at the Comic-Con International in San Diego this year will be about Batman comics from the beginning through the 1964 "New Look" makeover. The dais will include — and this is a sad comment on the passing of time — three of the only four artists still alive who pencilled Batman stories before '64.

Among the topics I want to zero in on is how much Bob Kane did on the early Batman stories. We all know he did next to no artwork whatsoever on the comic books or strips after about 1946 but some people have — wrongly, to my understanding — declared he never did any of it. No, the man could draw…not well, perhaps, but there were certainly worse people drawing comics in the early forties. He also did a lot of swiping, we must note, copying poses out of pulp magazines, newspaper strips and elsewhere.

There's a weblog devoted to the illustrator Henry E. Vallely that has made an interesting discovery. What was probably the single most famous panel Kane "drew" in comics — a panel from the story in Batman #1 — was copied from a drawing Vallely did for a then-recent pulp magazine. Take a look and see.

A birthday shout-out to my longtime friend, artist extraordinaire Wendy Pini…who with her hubby Richard created Elfquest, one of the great enduring comic art creations of the last few decades. I have known Wendy for mumble-mumble years — since before she met Richard, even. At my first comic and science-fiction conventions, she was the individual that everyone followed about…the ideal mate insofar as most attendees were concerned. All the other attendees were guys, after all, and what more perfect life-partner for a fan than a beautiful, smart woman who could draw?

Wendy was nice to everyone but every guy she refused to marry — which at the time was all of them — wanted to go out and throw himself off the roof of the Sheraton. When she met Richard a few years later (yes, via a comic book letter page), they forged an important and perfect partnership in all ways visible to their amigos, and she remains among the sunniest presences on this planet. If you love Elfquest — and everyone who's read it sure seems to — you have only to meet the people responsible to know why. I just phoned Wendy to wish her a happy Wendy day but she's not answering. Hope she's out doing something fun and will accept a blogged birthday greeting instead of a personal howdy.

The L.A. Times runs a nice obit on Alex Toth.

The two gentlemen performing in the Forbidden Broadway clip I just posted are Ed Staudenmayer and Jonathan Hadley.

Yesterday, we plugged our favorite Los Angeles comedy troupe. Today, we have a nine minute sampler of Forbidden Broadway, a New York-based institution which is usually among my stops when I hit town…and it has also been known to tour. It's parodies of show tunes and scenes by four talented performers. (The cast is constantly changing. Jason Alexander was in an early company. First time I saw it, one of the players was Brad Oscar, who went on to star in The Producers on Broadway.)

This clip, I should warn you, ends abruptly in the middle of a number. Don't blame me for this. I didn't do it. But it's worth watching anyway. I'm not 100% sure of the gents' names so I won't say…but the two ladies featured are Suzanne Blakeslee and Christine Pedi. Suzanne can now be heard in many cartoons and Christine had lately been appearing in her own shows, often with her killer impression of Liza. (I wrote about Christine here.) They're not in any current Forbidden Broadway show as far as I know but the franchise has a way of attracting other, very talented folks. Anyway, here's nine minutes of what the whole thing is about…and I hope you like it because I may be linking to more of this over the next few days.

My pal Elliott Maggin, who wrote Superman for a long time, has written a nice little op-ed for the Los Angeles Times. He compares Jor-El (Superman's pa) warning of the destruction of Krypton to Al Gore warning of the destruction of this thing we live on. Fortunately, Elliott doesn't carry the comparison too far. Give it a read, even though the L.A. Times may make you register.

Quick "heads up" to the folks watching the hoary What's My Line? reruns on GSN. The show that airs tonight (i.e., tomorrow morn) is the one from 3/15/64 and the Mystery Guest is Allan Sherman, then pretty much at the peak of his brief stardom. Mr. Sherman, as you may know, got his start in TV as a behind-the-scenes guy at Goodson-Todman, producers of game shows including What's My Line? So this appearance was probably a very satisfying moment in Mr. Sherman's life.

Then the next day, GSN should run the episode from 3/22/64 in which the Mystery Guest is Louis "Satchmo" Armstrong. Brief story. Armstrong then had a huge, unexpected hit with his rendition of "Hello, Dolly." He'd been hired for megabucks to go on a prime-time program — The Perry Como Show, I think — and give the first TV performance of the song. Among the many ironies of Satchmo's career was that after decades of making next-to-no bucks on wonderful, authentic jazz, he made his fortune and much of his fame with something as mainstream Wonder Bread as "Hello, Dolly." Anyway, he was to receive the largest check of his life for doing it for the first time on TV for Mr. Como's audience.

Then What's My Line? wanted him as Mystery Guest for the Sunday night before. Como's producers had the right to block this due to an exclusivity clause in his deal but the Goodson-Todman folks went to them and said, in effect, "Hey, it won't hurt you to let us have him. We'll plug his appearance on your show and it'll help your tune-in." Perry's producers said, "Well, that makes sense. But he's not going to sing 'Hello, Dolly' on your show, right?" The What's My Line? folks said, "Of course not. We're a game show. People don't sing on our show. We don't even have a band on stage." With that assurance and the promise of a juicy plug, the Como crew said fine.

So Sunday night, after Louis was unmasked, panelist Arlene Francis said to him, "Louis, dear…do give us a little of 'Hello, Dolly.'" And Armstrong, responding to the audience cheering and forgetting about the Como show's exclusive, started singing his hit song, a cappella. The producers of The Perry Como Show were not happy.