Here's a link to the New York Times obit for George Woodbridge.

One of the feral cats in my backyard waits while a feral possum dines on the food I put out, mainly for the cats. We still happily accept donations of money to feed the raccoons, possums, pussycats, hummingbirds and other critters. Click here to donate via PayPal and rest assured you're feeding them, not me. You can't afford to feed me.

My chum Earl Kress — and I know enough not to doubt him about this kind of thing — says both I and most reference books are wrong. Frank Milano, he says, was not the voice of Mr. Wizard the Lizard on the "Tooter Turtle" cartoons seen on the 1960 King Leonardo cartoon show. Earl is certain that voice was supplied by Sandy Becker, the famed New York kid show host. I think Allen Swift played Tooter, so I don't know what voice on that series might have been done by Mr. Milano, if he even did a regular character at all. But his name appeared in the credits.

Interesting Note: The company that produced King Leonardo and His Short Subjects, as the show was originally called, was Total Television. Total later produced a number of other shows including Tennessee Tuxedo and His Tales (1963), Underdog (1964), The Beagles (1966) and Go-Go Gophers (1968) that featured new cartoons wrapped around reruns from their previous shows. As a result, Frank Milano, who passed away in '62, was credited as a voice actor (and presumably paid decent residuals) on shows produced years after his death. Nice work if you can get it…

Terry Jones (of Monty Python fame) is one of the smartest, cleverest gents on this planet. Ken Plume (of IGN Filmforce) is a terrific interviewer. Here's the latter interviewing the former.

David McLallen went to see The Producers and here's what he sent me…

Saw the current touring cast in Denver last night and I must say I was surprised & impressed. Not so much by Lewis Stadlen, although he was really good. I expected that. He is, after all, an old Broadway hand. But "Max" had the show stolen right out from under him…by Leo. Alan Ruck, who for so many years played the slimy, smarmy Stuart on Spin City, can sing! His voice, his acting, made him a perfect Leo Bloom! I was pleasantly stunned!

Ths show, of course, was precisely what one would expect — hilarious, side-splitting, laugh-out loud funny. But hey, it's Mel Brooks, the man who turned farting into an art form in Blazing Saddles. Charley Izabella King was a really good Ulla, (the tour's former Ulla moved to the Broadway company) although there were a few times when her "Swedish" accent got so thick that she was hard to understand. Lee Roy Reams as Roger, and especially Josh Prince as Carmen Ghia were fantastic. I know Reams is no kid, but he more than kept up with a very demanding role. (His bio on imdb indicates that he's actually 61!)

I came away with a stomach ache from laughing so hard, and the very appreciative audience awarded the show an instant standing "o" the moment that Ruck & Stadlen appeared in the curtain call. What a great show!

It is, and I wish I could see it with Lewis J. Stadlen, who is one of my favorite Broadway performers. If you ever get to see the DVD of the recent production of The Man Who Came to Dinner with Nathan Lane, watch for Stadlen. He doesn't show up until the third act but when he does, he proceeds to walk off with the entire play and most of the scenery.

And I wonder how many folks know that Stadlen is the son of Allen Swift, the great cartoon voice actor I mentioned in the previous posting. Swift was a New York kids' show host and also the voice of many a character on Howdy Doody. Anyway, thanks, David! Wish I could have been there.

Coming soon to my bookshelf and probably yours is a book called The Walt Disney Records Story, detailing the history of Disney record albums. It's by Tim Hollis and Gregory Ehrbar, and I am delighted to reprint this e-mail from Gregory telling me more in my eternal quest to find out about the Sandpipers…

As it happens, I can add to the Sandpipers story. Bob McGrath is a friend of mine and he said Mike Stewart was not the Broadway librettist, but a vocalist and vocal contractor who was responsible for getting him early work. Mitch Miller directed the early Golden Records with a group called The Sandpipers or the The Sandpiper Quartet. Mitch also played oboe occasionally on them. Jimmy Carroll was the arranger for Golden Records and Miller's Columbia sing along LP's.

The singers' names you have listed are accurate. Sally Sweetland, by the way, is now in her 90's and along with her husband Lee, still teaches and sings in California. Tim Hollis and I contacted her for our Disneyland Records book.

I think many of the Bugs Bunny vocals were done in NY also by Gil Mack, who was a frequent actor on the CBS Mystery Theater radio show. Frank Milano (Odie Colognie on King Leonardo) did a couple of Yogi Bear LPs too.

When Miller went on to great success at Columbia, Jim Timmens conducted most of the early 60's Golden records with a group either called the Sandpipers, the Glow-Tones, or the Golden Singers/Chorus. They are distinctive by the Timmens sound he used for Terrytoons and some Lantz TV stuff. Listen for lots of woodwinds and a mellower tone. One of his frequent singers was Rose Marie Jun, whose Broadway demos for some huge shows are now on CDs called Broadway First Takes. She was also in Needles and Pins with Streisand.

Speaking of CDs, your readers will be delighted to learn that many Golden Records were reissued on CD. Drive Entertainment bought the library and worked with them on compiling discs and writing notes. They actually did about two dozen, but only a handful were released initially. You can find an my amazon listmania list at this address.

When Drive Entertainment folded, Image Entertainment / Liberty International got the masters and released even more Golden LP's, but were not told about my involvement (that's showbiz), so their CDs were retitled and contain little clue about which Golden Records were their sources. They're on amazon and towerrecords.com too, almost all under confusing and inaccurate names.

All interesting…but I was under the impression that Allen Swift was the voice of Odie Colognie and that Frank Milano was Mr. Wizard the Lizard in the "Tooter Turtle" cartoons on the King Leonardo show. I do own at least one Yogi Bear record from the Golden folks that credits Milano for voices. Anyway, thanks to Gregory for the info and when his Disneyland records book is available, I'll sure plug the hell out of it here.

Sorry I have to report the death of George Woodbridge, whose presence in MAD Magazine dated back to the March, 1957 issue. George was in almost every issue until just a few years ago…never flashy but always dependable, and much-loved by his colleagues. It was an odd venue for his artwork as no matter how many issues of the world's leading humor magazine he appeared in, he always considered himself a historical illustrator.

He was a funny, charming gentleman but as he told me when I interviewed him for Mad Art, "I regard myself as an illustrator of historical subjects. When I'm not working for Mad, that's the field in which I work, though I'm damned proud to be part of MAD. I don't consider one field superior to the other and, in fact, the challenges are altogether different. In historical illustration, the goal is to be accurate. In Mad, the goal is to be funny." George was usually very funny.

He was born in 1930 in Flushing, New York and grew up in a house full of art and illustration books, which helped nudge him in that direction. He attended the School of Visual Arts in Manhattan, figuring he'd follow in the footsteps of great illustrators like Robert Fawcett and Tom Lovell. But at that school, he began hanging around with folks who'd become great comic artists…guys like Al Williamson and Frank Frazetta. Another in that circle was Nick Meglin, who would soon become Assistant Editor of MAD and later its editor. Nick arranged for his friend George to audition for the magazine's then-editor, Al Feldstein, who liked what he saw…and George found a home.

"George's strong points were many," Feldstein says. "He was especially adept at delineating amusing street scenes with crowds and signs and outlandish going-ons, as well as depicting humorous interpretations of just plain people in comedic human situations. The articles he was assigned to illustrate were chosen with those superb talents in mind." One of those articles, and perhaps George's best-remembered assignment, was a story called "43-Man Squamish" that ran in a 1965 issue and is still hailed as one of the magazine's crowning works.

Throughout his MAD years, George also drew historical illustrations, often of the Civil War, for books and magazines of a more serious nature. He had amassed a huge reference library and was considered a great authority on certain periods. It amused him that when he dealt with scholarly editors and authors, one of them would occasionally, almost apologetically, ask if he was the same George Woodbridge who drew "43-Man Squamish." You can view some of George's illustration work at this site, where they refer to him as "America's Dean of Uniform Illustration."

His long-time friend and co-worker Sergio Aragonés said, "He was such a good friend. He knew everything about history and he knew everything about artwork. When I was starting out and they gave me assignments that had to be in color, George was the one who helped me. Even though he was color-blind, he did the most remarkable work in color. He was a wonderful man and I will miss him very much."

And here we have a point-by-point rebuttal to much of what George W. Bush said in his State of the Union address.

The Top Ten words that did not appear anywhere in George W. Bush's State of the Union address tonight…

1. Mars
2. environment
3. global warming
4. Colin Powell
5. equality
6. Halliburton
7. fairness
8. Enron
9. withdraw
10. Osama

And when he condemned "Activist judges [who] have begun redefining marriage by court order, without regard for the will of the people and their elected representatives," he was lucky no one jumped up and asked, "How do you feel when they stop votes from being recounted?"

The first Moon landing occurred July 20, 1969. The Potato Crisps and the Prisoner finale both pre-dated it. I should have realized that because Nixon did his famous split-screen phone call with Neil Armstrong, and Nixon didn't take office until the beginning of 1969. I am shamed.

I ate the one and only box of General Mills Potato Crisps I ever ate on a Saturday evening in 1968. I know this because for some reason, I remember trying them out and not liking them as I watched the final episode of The Prisoner. General Mills Potato Crisps were advertised as having "a taste like french fries" and their commercials even suggested you dip them in ketchup to get that full, wondrous french fry flavor. So I had my mother get a box and then I emptied a glump of ketchup into a little dish and took both out into the living room to watch the grand finale to Patrick McGoohan's odd spy series. I knew that if things went anything like they usually did, it would be Monday's hot topic of discussion at my high school, and everyone (myself, included) would be pretending we understood precisely what had happened in the episode.

And sure enough, the following Monday, I did a decent job of bluffing and double-talking…enough to have a semi-intelligent conversation about the show with friends who weren't entirely sure what they'd seen, either. (Only months earlier, we'd all practiced by feigning some comprehension of the ending of 2001.)

Oddly enough, I recall more about the Potato Crisps than I do about The Prisoner. Though made from an odd array of ingredients including a smidgen of potato flour, they did taste vaguely like french fries. Or at least, they did in the sense that almost anything that's edible, salted and crunchy tastes a little like french fries if you dip it in enough ketchup. Overall though, I was disappointed…enough to never again try them. And my mother, sensing my disappointment from the next room, came in and lovingly offered to make me real french fries if that's what I wanted. I told her no. What I wanted was a ready-made snack food that tasted like french fries…and obviously, the package before me proved that this was still and perhaps forever beyond the reach of Science. Not long before, they'd put a couple of men on the Moon but the important stuff still eluded them. Ever since that evening, when friends mention The Prisoner, I think of General Mills Potato Crisps. There's some sort of metaphor there between show and snack but I've never quite figured it out. Or, for that matter, the end of The Prisoner.

A couple of folks wrote to say I was being slightly unfair to the Zogby poll since, after all, it's a caucus vote not a popular vote. The rules are different. For example, once a candidate is adjudged non-viable, meaning he has under 15% of the vote in a given caucus, his supporters can move on to someone else. This is all true but it still doesn't change the fact that the polls, whatever they were estimating, did not gauge how well Kerry and Edwards would do, nor how poorly Dean and Gephardt would fare.

I actually do not believe polls are entirely worthless. I just think we take them way too seriously and are too quick to forget the big "misses." We're now paying an undeserved amount of attention to how the candidates look to be faring in New Hampshire…as estimated by the same people who were so far off in Iowa. If Clark's numbers start going up, everyone will say, "He's gaining support," whereas it could just be that his support is steady or even declining…but the poll is disconnected from that reality. These things need more Warning Labels on them.

What I believe was the last Zogby poll on the Iowa caucuses had Kerry receiving 25%, Dean at 22%, Edwards at 21% and Gephardt with 18%. Allowing for the margin of error, that's pretty much a tie. Now, for reasons explained back in this article, the final totals are not exact but they're going to be (give or take a point) Kerry with 38%, Edwards with 32%, Dean with 18% and Gephardt at 11%. Even with all the caveats, the polling was pretty far off.

The Zogby poll is the one that, back in 2000, predicted the New York Senate race was coming down to a dead heat. Here's a quote from the day before that vote…

The Colgate/Zogby International Poll also paid carefully attention to the equally close senatorial race between Lazio and Clinton. "I think we're looking at a one point race," Zogby said. "I have no idea what's going to happen on Tuesday." Zogby observed that even although Lazio leads in the polls, it is not the lead that he would like to have over Clinton.

The next day, Hillary Clinton beat Rick Lazio 56%-44%. And yet the media still subscribes to the Zogby poll and pundits still discuss its projections as if we can learn important data from them.

Here's the first part of an interview with the great Joe Kubert over at Comic World News.

Among the Democratic candidates for prez, I have no favorites. Kerry, Clark, Dean, Gephardt, Kucinich, Edwards…it doesn't matter to me just as long as it isn't Lieberman. I'd like to see Al Sharpton do well enough in the primaries to keep him in the race until the convention, but only because he's the only one of those guys I really enjoy hearing speak. (There's nothing racial about this but I felt that way about Alan Keyes in the last election. Since I knew he had no chance to win, I could enjoy hearing an articulate, passionate speaker. I didn't agree with much of what he had to say but it was more fun to listen to him than some boring, pandering guy who mouthed all the right, poll-tested buzzwords.)

The best thing about putting the Iowa Caucuses behind us is that we no longer have to listen to reporters trying to convince us the Iowa Caucuses are that important. The worst thing is that from here on, when someone says that either Bush or the Democrat can't possibly win, we can't remind them how silly it is to project a winner before one single vote has been cast. Now, some people have actually voted. I guess that's a step in the right direction but let's not pretend this part really matters much. Unless you're Dick Gephardt.