Herriman Saturday


I’m back in the saddle again, with a nice new power supply humming along happily at the service of the blog. So now, we belatedly arrive at Herriman’s second continuing comic strip done for the Examiner, Mayor Harper On Tour.

Los Angeles had a long-standing problem supplying water to its rapidly growing population. Most of the nearby sources had been tapped by 1907, and the city was getting desperate to find new sources of the elixir of life. The Owens River up in the Sierras some 200 miles from Los Angeles had long been considered as the most likely answer to all the city’s needs. In April 1907 Mayor Harper along with a number of city council members made a pilgrimage to see the area for themselves. Although lip service was paid to scouting other possibilities (as will be seen in upcoming episodes) the trip was really just an excuse for a junket of cronies to have a little adventure and be wined and dined by many landholders who saw dollar signs in selling their plots to Los Angeles.

Although I haven’t been able to figure out the identities of everyone mentioned in the strips, here’s a key to those I have figured out:

(Isidore) Dockweiler – Mayor Harper’s attorney

Anthony Schwamm (“Tony”) – LA Fire Commissioner who was apparently a confidante of Harper’s

Barney Healy, Edward Clampitt, Reuben Dromgold – LA city council members

I haven’t been able to further ID Joe Margolis, or “Scotty”.

The first two episodes of Mayor Harper On Tour appeared on April 19 and 20 1907.

No Posts For A Little While

Hi Folks –
Tropical storm Fay didn’t hit us very hard at all, but intermittent power outages zapped the power supply on the computer I use as a holding area for all the Stripper’s Guide material. The computer was on a UPS but apparently it had exceeded its useful lifetime for power surges.

I pulled the computer apart to replace the power supply and it turned out to have sort of an oddball one — I always keep a spare, but my spare doesn’t fit this silly HP machine. So there’s either a trip to Orlando in my future or a mail order. It’s rare to find anyone who sells power supplies locally anymore now that so few people are capable of maintaining their own machines. Newbies!

Fay dumped about 10″ of rain on us (so far; it’s still raining). In Florida the oak, sweet gum and cypress trees love to soak up all that moisture, but they get a mite greedy and they end up with overly heavy limbs that break off in the wind. So now I have tree limbs all over the yard that have to be cut up and dealt with. So don’t worry about me — I’ll not be sitting on my laurels while the computer is dead.

Stripper’s Guide posts will resume soon.

The Mysterious Master – C.E. Toles (?)


What you see above is the only reproducible sample I’ve been able to come up with for one of the greatest yet most mysterious and obscure cartoonists I’ve ever encountered. Even his name is a mystery — is it C.E. Toles? T.E. Coles? Something else? From his signature you really can’t tell for sure. Ohio State University’s index of Bill Blackbeard’s collection gives the name as C.E. Toles, but I don’t know if that’s based on anything more than a guess.

I first encountered this cartoonist’s work in the early sections of the Philadelphia Inquirer, but chances are that his work there was reprinted from the New York Journal. Work by Toles is found in the pages of that Hearst paper in the late 1890s — the sample above was from 1898 — and he, as did many cartoonists of the times, specialized in one-shot work. And what work it was! Look at the tremendous but seemingly effortless perspective work above and keep in mind that this piece I’m reproducing is chosen only because it’s the only one I have in hardcopy. Practically everything Toles did was a masterwork of this caliber or even greater!

The only series I know for certain he did was The Reverend Fiddle D.D. which ran for three months in the New York Journal in 1898. A later series titled The Reverend O. Shaw Fiddle D.D. ran in the Philadelphia Press for three months in 1901, but I haven’t been able to compare the two side by side to determine if they are actually two separate series or if the Press version is just reprints with a longer title.

According to OSU’s database Toles also did a lot of work for the New York Herald in 1896. Alfredo Castelli’s Here We Are Again adds to our tiny knowledgebase with the information that he was doing editorial cartoons at the Washington Post in 1894. He also cites another series, Miss High Kick, in the New York Herald in 1896 but the info is pretty sketchy (not to mention in Italian). Here’s a very minor effort, a spot cartoon, by our man Toles on Yesterday’s Papers.

So who the heck was this guy, and what did he do with the rest of his life? Surely a cartoonist of his caliber didn’t switch professions and spend the rest of his existence as a butcher! I know only of his work from 1894-1901 — does anyone know anything more about the man or his work?

EDIT: Sara Duke at the Library of Congress has solved the mystery! The fellow’s name is T.E. Coles, as evidenced by a byline in an 1895 issue of the Comic Sketch Club. This appearance further tells us that Coles was being syndicated by the International Syndicate of Baltimore at that time (Comic Sketch Club was the ‘periodical’ containing the weekly press proofs of their syndicate offerings).

Thank you Sara!!

News of Yore 1922: H.H. Knerr Bloviates


The Katzenjammers’ Secret

By Helen Lawson (Circulation, September 1922)

I asked H. H. Knerr, the man who draws the Katzenjammer Kids, to re­veal the secret of the enduring charm and popularity of the famous comic.

“You ask me,” said H. H. Knerr, “what is the secret of the popularity of the Katzenjammer Kids.”

“Exactly,” I said. ” I ask you—what is the secret of the perpetual popularity of the Katzenjammer Kids?”

Presently H. H. Knerr said:

“I imagine the Kids preserve their ap­peal from year to year because they express to childhood the dreams that childhood feeds upon, and to maturity the dreams that were cherished in childhood but never came true because the dreams of childhood never do come true.

“As boys we set ourselves some goal or mark of achievement. As men we progress toward that goal, or some other one, limiting ourselves to three meals and a place to sleep until we step across a line some day and taste the thrill of achievement. And just a little later than that we recognize what we have achieved—three meals a day and a place to sleep. The food may be of a little better quality and the couch perhaps more deeply tufted and more yielding, but will be about the only measurable difference.

“Let my own case—since I know most about it—illustrate the point I am trying in illustrate.

“I wanted to be an aeronaut, or aviator as the term is now. Behold me shackled to a drawing board making pictures of the Katzenjammer Kids instead of up in the clouds, soaring at heights where strange birds fly and losing all sense of motion as you do when you journey through the air.

“Perhaps I am better able to draw child­hood effectively because my own, in the re­spect at all events of desiring to become an airman, persisted long into manhood and de­sisted only in the face of overwhelming dis­couragement.

“My first experience as an aerialist was on a roof, a hipped affair, such as you still see in cities where families live in houses instead of in three or four rooms nailed together and rented at three times their value as apartments. The roof was next to my father’s home, with a galvanized iron gutter at each of its eaves to catch the rain. It was fine fun to sit at the peak of the hip and slide down the slate roof, catching with my heels on the gutter. I really had two chances before falling the thirty feet to the ground. If I missed with my heels, as I sometimes did, I could catch with my hands, which I always did. I never fell. but I was compelled to stop this childish prank by parental authority. Grown people are al­ways interfering with the amusement of children.

“Then I transferred my talents to the dumbwaiter. I would pull myself up to the top of the house and turn loose, thus secur­ing a swift ride to the bottom of the shaft accompanied by a terrific bump. Again my parents became nervous and I was forced to desist. Then I got a glider. It was great.

“We young chaps in Philadelphia had some of the first gliders in the country. They were big planes, without motors, which were attached by ropes to automo­biles. We would swing into them, using our bodies to balance the planes, and fly like kites when the automobiles speeded up. The trick was to keep from turning over.

“The gliders were followed by balloons. Those were days of real sport. Once the crew I trained with reached an altitude of 13,000 feet by the simple process of throw­ing overboard too much sand by mistake.

“Ballooning, gliding and all the rest of it ended when I came to New York to draw the Katzenjammer Kids, but that doesn’t stop me from dreaming of the old life.

“The world is full of men like me. Citi­zens in a settled way of life who at one time wanted to be something romantic—police­men, firemen, sailors, taxi drivers or even an iceman. And how many boys do you think there are today who are dreaming the dream of themselves at the window of an engine cab, eyes on the track ahead, one hand on the throttle of a monster locomo­tive and the other on the air brake con­troller, master of a trainful of precious lives while the giant engine plunges through the blackness of the night.

“The secret then of the hold on human hearts of the Katzenjammer Kids lies with all the fat men who want to be thin and the thin ones who want to put on weight. I have no doubt that many a burglar dreams of the sermons he could preach if he only had the education to enter a pulpit, and probably many a harassed clergyman believes in his heart that he would have made the most efficient safe blower in the world if it hadn’t been for the conscience that tied his hands.

“In other words only the cold necessity of three meals a day and a place to lay our heads down, has prevented the phenomenon of a world filled to overflowing with over­grown Katzenjammer Kids.”

Obscurity of the Day: Our Neighbors





Burt Thomas was the editorial cartoonist for the Detroit News from 1912 to 1951, and he produced a long-running syndicated Sunday strip, Mr. Straphanger, for them. As far as I knew until recently that was the only strip that the Detroit News ever syndicated.

I also had no idea that Thomas did any other strips, but then came across a small cache of Our Neighbors offered on eBay awhile ago, and further determined that this strip was also syndicated. Our Neighbors started on May 31 1915 and ran until at least July of that year (the dates of my samples). For all I know it ran much longer, a question I’ll be attempting to answer, along with a thousand or so others, when I next visit the Library of Congress.

Burt Thomas was, at least by informal account of one cartoonist who met him, a consummate jerk whose very family couldn’t stand him. I don’t know about that, but gawd the man could draw. Fellow cartoonists may look upon the samples above and despair that they will most likely never learn to spot their blacks with such drama as Thomas.

Obscurity of the Day: Dick Clark’s Rock, Roll and Remember


Dick Clark’s media empire decided to try extending itself to the Sunday comics with Dick Clark’s Rock, Roll and Remember. The strip, which was actually a sequence of unrelated individual panels, traded in trivia and factoids about rock-n-rollers of the 50s-70s. The title was cribbed from Clark’s biography and syndicated radio show of the same name.

The feature might have done well if it had been available about a decade and a half earlier in the midst of the 50s nostalgia boom, but the strip’s debut on September 25 1994 was met with anything but a rousing round of applause from newspaper editors, even the fogiest of whom knew darn well that this craze had been tapped out.

The feature was crafted by good hands. It was written by Fred Bronson, the Chart Beat columnist for Billboard magazine who has an encyclopedic knowledge of rock music history. It was drawn by Don Sherwood, whose lovely clear line style has, unfortunately, graced an awful lot of short-run stinker strips over the years. This one wouldn’t change his luck.

The strip was credited to Olive Enterprises, a Dick Clark company that handled his endorsements, but was actually distributed by the Chicago Sun-Times, which had otherwise gotten out of the strip distribution business in 1984 when Field Enterprises was sold off to the Darth Vader of newspapers, Rupert Murdoch. The strip lasted well into 1995 but I haven’t found a definitive end date, and the 1995 E&P directory claims there was also a daily version which I have yet to locate.

Herriman Saturday


This time on Herriman Saturday just two images, cuz next week we’ll be starting in on Herriman’s second comic strip series for the Examiner. The series will be about Mayor Harper and I need a little time to see if I can decode at least a few of the many in-jokes about LA politics. I read the strips yesterday and I was completely lost. If anyone happens to know of a good information resource about Mayor Harper’s tumultuous time in office I’d really love to hear from you.

Back to current business though … today’s cartoons were printed in the April 15 and 17 editions of the Examiner. The caricature of W.R. LeRoy accompanies an article about this fellow who invented some sort of “air motor” and struck it rich. The article fails to make clear just what exactly Mr. LeRoy invented but I find no references to the inventor on the web. Someone with deep pockets must have been impressed by his invention, though, because the formerly poor fellow returned to his old haunts throwing money around like water.

On the 7th we get a recap of the Angels-Seals game. Inexplicably Herriman makes no cartoon comment on the ironic twist related in the headline.

News of Yore: A Collection of 1952 E&P Short Items


Cartoonist Uses Drawing Board As His Pulpit

Waco, Tex. – The biggest job and least remunerative for Jack Hamm, a member of the art facul­ty of Baylor University here, is syndicating free of charge a week­ly religious cartoon to more than 300 newspapers in English-speak­ing countries around the globe.

Mr. Hamm’s life story is one of vocational conflict. He wanted to be a cartoonist and he wanted to be a preacher. He has done both. He preached in small churches in his native Kansas and in and around Chicago while he attended Moody Bible Institute.

But financial rewards in churches were not enough to meet expenses. He turned to art and filled several good jobs on syndicated strips. He illustrated “Let’s Explore Your Mind” and also helped on such strips as “Boots and Her Buddies,” “Alley Oop,” “Horace and Babe” and “Bugs Bunny.” When a syndi­cated asked him to start a detec­tive strip of his own. Mr. Hamm declined. He figured it would mean he would have to give up a drive to preach the gospel. So he packed his bags, resigned, went to Baylor to study religious work. He preached at a rural church near Waco. During World War II, he spent 18 months as edi­tor of the Army newspaper in the Aleutians. After the war he took his degree and joined the Baylor art faculty.

Finally, he reached a decision to reconcile his desire to be a preach­er. He would use his drawing board as a pulpit. It costs Mr. Hamm and his friends over Texas about $100 a week to supply the newspapers with the free cartoons, all of which emphasize faith in God as a solution to all problems – personal, national and world. Sometime, he digs deep into his own income to meet the weekly expense.

Said Dr. Daniel A. Poling, noted clergyman in New York: “No bet­ter example of the cartoonist’s art dedicated to faith in God and country has been seen in this gen­eration.”

Mr. Hamm recently won $200 from the Freedoms Foundation for a cartoon to promote the Ameri­can way of life.

Why doesn’t he charge news­papers for his drawings? Says Mr. Hamm: “If I charged newspapers for the service, many would be unable to use it, and I believe this tension-filled world needs any word of hope it can get.”

King Features Offers Stalin Story Strip
4/12/52
“The Story of Stalin,” a seven-part story strip originally re­leased in 1939, has been brought up to date and is offered for re­lease at will by King Features Syndicate. The original drawings by the late Clifton Crittenden have been brought up to 1952 by Alfred J. Buescher, and William Ritt, author of the series, has updated his text.

The series includes the com­plete life of the Soviet dictator up to his conjectured death, and may be used immediately or when the big news comes. KFS is also dis­tributing a matted picture page on Stalin for obit use.
[Note: I’ve been unable to find any examples of this short-run strip in either the 1939 or 1952 run. Anyone have samples? — EDIT — Found the 1952 version — 1939 version anyone?]

KFS to Syndicate Walt Disney Page
4/19/52
“Walt Disney’s Treasury of Classic Tales,” a new color Sun­day page, is offered as a continu­ing feature for first release July 13 by King Features Syndicate.

The strip will feature a com­pletely new story every four or five months. Some of the stories will be realistic adventure stories, while other will be fantasies or fairy tales. First release scheduled is “Robin Hood,” which will run for 25 weeks. Among other stories planned are “Peter Pan,” “When Knighthood was in Flow­er,” “Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea” and “Sleeping Beauty.”

Eisenhower Story Strip From Mirror Syndicate
5/10/52
“The Life of General Ike,” a 36-installment story strip, is offered for release on or after May 19 by Mirror Enterprises Syndicate, Los Angeles. Drawn by staff artist Bill MacArthur, the strip covers the life of General Eisenhower from his birth to the present day. Available in five-column mat form with manuscript text or in reproduction proof form with manuscript text.
[Note: another short-run strip I’ve been unable to locate. Anyone? — EDIT — Found in San Mateo Times, running 7/21 – 8/30/52]

Top Ten in Salina
7/5/52
The top 10 comic strips and panels in the Salina (Kan.) Jour­nal, according to a reader prefer­ence poll conducted recently, were:

Among men: “They’ll Do It Every Time,” “Blondie,” “Dick Tracy,” “Gasoline Alley,” “Neigh­borly Neighbors,” “Henry,” “Li’l Abner,” “Smilin’ Jack,” “The Nebbs” and “Jane Arden.”

Among women: “Blondie,” ‘•They’ll Do It Every Time,” “Dick Tracy,” “Jane Arden,” “Henry,” “Gasoline Alley,” “Neighborly Neighbors,” “Li’l Abner,” “The Nebbs” and “Little Orphan An­nie.”

Cartoonist Is Dead
7/13/52
Phoenixville, Pa.-Cartoonist W. Kemp Starrett, 62, died July 9 at his farm, “The Grindstone,”
near here. His first cartoon was published in the Brooklyn (N. Y.) Eagle when he was 18. He drew the “Vignettes of Life,” a feature which has appeared in many newspapers. He started his career as a political cartoonist on the Philadelphia Times about 1916. Later he held similar positions on the New York Tribune and on papers in Albany, N. Y., and Providence, R. I.


Ralph Yardley Retires After 57 Years

7/26/52
Stockton, Calif.-Cartoonist Ralph Yardley has retired from the Stockton Record after 57 years of newspaper work.

Mr. Yardley, now 73, was the Record’s first car­toonist and has been on the staff for the past 30 years. Prior to his Record career, the artist drew for the San Fran­cisco Chronicle, San Francisco Examiner, San Francisco Call, San Francisco Bulletin, New York Globe and Honolulu Advertiser, His first job was with the Examiner.

Offers ‘Hell Bomb’ Strip
9/27/52
Timed to tie in with newly-an­nounced atomic weapons tests at Eniwetok this fall, NEA Service has issued a picture-story strip on “The Hell Bomb.” In 12 daily re­leases it describes the Hydrogen Bomb-including its devastating potentialities, its peacetime use and its underlying principle.

The picture strips are by writer Jay Heavilin and artist Ralph Lane, who have collaborated on several other NEA story strips. First release is Oct. 6.