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Ten Ever-Lovin Blue-Eyed Years With Pogo
Copyright © 1948, 1949, 1950, 1951, 1952, 1953, 1954, 1955, 1956, 1957, 1958, 1959, by Walt Kelly | ||
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A Few Words of Acknowledgement |
We neither preached nor practiced tolerance; we were just too ignorant to know there was anything to tolerate. Miss Blackham never tried to harness compassion, as I see political parties doing. She just used it, constantly, casually, and some of it rubbed off. It would be nice, Manhattan, if everything outside New York were Bridgeport, especially the Bridgeport of the Tens and Twenties, and Miss Blackham were on hand everywhere to say, Now, are you really telling me the truth? My thanks to her and my thanks to Bridgeport, which was more flower pot than melting pot, more by-way than highway, maybe even more end than beginning. | Topic: |
Man may not live by bread alone, but if hes married and graced with a complete set of children he is not going to eat alone anyway, if at all. | Topic: | |
It has always seemed to me that Groundhog Day should be made a national holiday. Certainly it would have made a fitting holiday in honor of the spirit of the times into which we were moving. A lot of us became afraid of our own shadows and it did not look as if the winter would ever come to an end. | ||
1950: 3-17 |
Porky: Owl: Porky: Owl: Porky: | Topic: |
1957 |
THE OLYMPICS We salute you, oh, games of the ages But the game of an age turning gray Was when I carried the torch on Veronicas porch In the city of Athens, Ga. | Topic: |
1950: 6-24 |
Porky: | Topic: |
It has always seemed to me that anyone poking around under anothers skull may lose his way and never come back. | ||
1951: 5-4 |
Worm: Albert: Owl: Worm: Albert: Worm: Albert: | Topic: |
I finally came to understand that if I were looking for comic material, I would not ever have to look long. We people manufacture it every day in a hundred ways. The news of the day would be good enough. Perhaps the complexion of the strip changed a little in that direction after 1951. After all, it is pretty hard to walk past an unguarded gold mine and remain empty-handed. | ||
Every once in a while some grinning gargoyle of a dedicated liberal searching for meaning, a professional liberal who believes in liberalism rather than in liberty, comes grinning at me with teeth set like a jack-o-lantern and says, Walter, tell me, what are you trying to do? Whats behind the strip? Such a man is a cryptologist. The answer is simple, but unacceptable to such questioners. Ive hinted at it all along. Im trying to have fun and make money at the same time. | Topic: | |
To return to a favorite complaint of mine, there is altogether too much searching for meaning in this world. [...] Its like the old question of whether or not a tree falling in the forest with no one around to hear it makes a noise. I dont understand completely, and I dont care to understand, the mechanics and physics of sound. I know that if it falls on me, Ill make a noise. Knowledge and meaning can be too earnestly sought after. | ||
There was a time in the proud days between 1948 and 1956 when a great many of us in this land of the free and home of the brave were anything but either. In these latter (1959) more or less golden days of happy preoccupation with other greeds and other envies we should remember this. We confounded our friends abroad and dumfounded our enemies at home. None of them expected that we were so soft in the head or so hard in the heart. Those years were our own fault, not the fault of any one individual or group, and years like them will be our fault again. As I stand here on this platform I hold between thumb and forefinger a nose that remembers a list of many, many more than 205 belly-whopping heroes who sledded out of sight in the yellow gloom of that gathering wintry dark. | ||
One of the noisiest and most militant groups we ever had in the country was the large bunch of us which, envious of others all the time anyway, found in the early Fifties a Pied Piper for Know-Nothingism. These self-pitying few, when on the march, made a lot of flash, and many of the rest of us, having hit the dirt and crawled into the bushes, had difficulty counting the enemy as they went by. This last craven crowd, by adding up the bugle calls and the firecrackers, decided to join what seemed to be a majority. Thats where the heavy poll count came from. And that, in my opinion, is exactly where to put the blame, Mame. | Compare to: Topics: | |
[...] I agreed with the young man inasmuch as the Senator was making the country newly aware of its rights; rights are for everybody, including privileged Senators, but liberty was not to be construed as license; and one of our rights still included freedom of speech, even against Senators. It was a surprise to learn later from members of the faculty that this mild piece of horse sense was a bold statement. | Topic: | |
1954 | FOR LEWIS CARROLL AND THE CHILDREN The gentle journey jars to stop. The drifting dream is done. The long gone goblins loom ahead; The deadly, that we thought were dead, Stand waiting, every one. | |
He watched some men putting a house together in a neighboring field for a while and finally said: Why do people always build houses outdoors? | Topic: | |
It has occurred to me that the gentle art of observation is being ditched in this country for the fast, sure-fire, dogmatic conclusions reached through the buckshot use of the curved question. | ||
The gunmen were not lunatic-fringe segregationists,* but they worshipped at the same shrine of Self-Righteous Self-Interest And To Hell With Everybody Else. They were four Puerto Rican nationalists and they later received prison terms for shooting congressmen. They apparently did not even hit any legislators studying their particular problem. It might not have been the best way to influence a committee, at that.
* Not all believers in segregation are lunatics, nor even dishonest men. | ||
1955: 3-15 |
Mouse: | Topic: |
1958: 7-30 |
Owl: Pogo: Owl: | Topic: |
1958: 10-2 |
Pogo: Albert: Pogo: Albert: Pogo: | Topic: |
It should be made unmistakeably clear that the cartoonist inhabits nobodys skin but his own. He is not out to make his epidermis safe or even stylish; he is out to make it comfortable. Mine has several belts in the back. I recommend the model. | ||
1958: 11-17 |
Snavely: Pogo: Snavely: Pogo: | Topic: |
1958: 11-21 |
Albert: Pogo: | Topic: |
If you ever try to please everybody you are dead, or at least you are not really living and thats the same thing. Dont ask me why, but the strip above displeased nobody except several practicing liberal friends of mine. I will never know why, but will go to my death avowing that some of my best friends are human beings. | ||
Snavely: Webster Weevil: Snavely: Webster: Snavely: Webster: | ||
Where do you get your ideas? they ask. I dont know whether novelists, playwrights, bank robbers or poets are asked the same question, but it certainly is the common question asked of every cartoonist. If the question were asked in a fitting sense of awe, I would be a happier man. However, it seems to be prompted by the opinion that the cartoonist just doesnt look bright enough to have any ideas at all. | Topic: | |
1959: 1-2 |
Owl: Churchy: Owl: Churchy: | Topic: |
text checked (see note) Apr 2005; Apr 2006 |
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