Showing posts with label JOE BURESCH. Show all posts
Showing posts with label JOE BURESCH. Show all posts

Thursday, April 4, 2019

Cartoon themes, cops part 1

Caper, May 1960
Fun House, February 1979
Bo Brown
Fun House, February 1980
Cavalcade, July 1941
Playboy, October 1955
Charley Jones' Laugh Book, July 1954
Jay Irving
Collier's June 25, 1939
Syd Hoff
Esquire, June 1934
Reamer Keller
Gaze, August 1959
Joe Buresch
Hello Buddies, May 1955

Thursday, February 1, 2018

NOT cartoons I don't get: Cartoons that predicted #metoo and #timesup

#Metoo and #timesup have been wake-up calls for us all, male and female. But I just want to say to guys, it's not about us. We don't have a say. Unless you're a monster whose career has been an open secret for years or in the position to be some kind of gatekeeper, you'll be okay. As of this writing, Parks and Recreation and Master of None are still on Netflix. It's widely known that even the most 'woke' men can be perverts. No need for #notallmen counter-hashtags or complaints about witch hunts. Women just have the talking stick right now. Think of it more like being a dog getting yelled at for climbing on the furniture.

But that's easy for me to say, being in no position of authority and not having a day job. Don't think I don't know that even though now I claim it wouldn't happen, I might have a Mr. Hyde I don't know about if I had any power. One way I'm culpable is that I collect old magazines with dirty cartoons of entitled guys grabbing ass and cheating on their wives. I have a high tolerance for that kind of thing. I don't know if it's a male thing or a Sam thing (or both). I've been indoctrinated into the same culture as everyone else. There's still stuff that shocks even me.

Once in a while, I come across cartoons where the woman has the upper hand. Whether revenge or talking amongst themselves. Often it includes violence, but sometimes after trying everything that can be the only solution. And as R. Crumb once said “It's just lines on paper, folks!”

Lo Linkert
Adam, July 1973
Funhouse, February 1979
Adam, January 1957
Joe Buresch
Hello Buddies, Summer 1954
Hello Buddies, Summer 1954
Pete Wyma
For Laughing Out Loud, March 1960
Army/Navy Fun Parade, April 1953
Good Humor, October 1964
Adam, January 1957
Bo Brown
Hello Buddies, June 1952
Jem, August 1957
Bob Tupper
Hello Buddies, June 1952
Good Humor, October 1964
Hello Buddies, Winter 1950
Bill Ward
Fun House, February 1980
For Laughing Out Loud, March 1960
Dale McFeatters
Hello Buddies, June 1952

Thursday, November 23, 2017

cartoons I don't get 23

Stag, Fall 1941

If they're making a joke about her having big breasts in a mens magazine, you'd think it would be someone less matronly. I'm just being devil's advocate here.
Punch January 28, 1920

Are “fence” and “gate” two separate things in England, with fences having vegetation? Was one maybe a war term?
Hello Buddies, 1950's
Bo Brown

The “record your own voice” booth is never mentioned in any listicles of things that don't exist anymore. I don't know if this is a “nagging wife” gag or if he'll miss her, if he doesn't really want to be there.
Cavalade, February 1942
Hello Buddies, May 1955
Joe Buresch

I get this one, it's just a bad drawing. The axe should be coming from the other direction and if they had to add a second color (which was probably added by the editor and not intended to be such by the artist) maybe it should have been ib the target or shirt and bikini patterns. As it is it looks like a “phantom” hatchet. And maybe they should have arrows too. I know the archery set is just a pretense for their boning, but the arrows would be a nice cover-up for their charade.
Jest, circa 1942

Another extra-marital affair joke, though usually the man doesn't have one of his trysts with his wife right there.
Life February 16, 1905

He usually sees her with fat legs when he's drunk?
Man's True Danger, September 1969
High, November 1958
Misspelling aside, what exactly is a lingerie demonstration?
Virgil Partch
Playboy, May 1968

I think it's that he's shooting balls into her cleavage, though human flesh would be more malleable than the regular solid hole used in miniature golf.
The Dude, May 1959

A variation that old joke “How do porcupine's make love?” “Very carefully.”, but I would think the joke would be too old even for then.
Judge October 9, 1909
Oscar Howard New Yorker February 21, 1925