Sunday, November 29, 2015

Sunday morning toons: Thank you, Pfizer –

– for reminding America why our health care should absolutely not be traded on the NYSE. 

And, in case you were wondering, I didn't let any Trump/Macy's Parade balloons jokes or Thanksgiving turkey/Middle-Eastern Turkey East jokes get through this week. Except for Glenn McCoy.

But I do have a question: Now that print phone directories are scarce as turkey's teeth, what do families seat tots on to let them see over the top of the table at Thanksgiving dinner? (Thanks, Nate Beeler!)

And here's a reminder: your humble scribe is nearing the end of Day Two of the p3 Annual "Little Drummer Boy" Competition. No wagering please – this is for exhibition purposes and the joy of the sport only.

Today's toons were selected by a platoon of multinational tax-dodge experts from the week's offerings at McClatchy DC, Cartoon Movement, Go Comics, Politico's Cartoon Gallery, Daryl Cagle's Political Cartoons,, and other fine sources of toony goodness.

p3 Best of Show: Lisa Benson.

p3 Legion of Merit: Stuart Carlson.

p3 "I Get It" Award: Joel Pett.

p3 Croix de Guerre: Tim Eagan.

p3 World Toon Review: Heng (Singapore), Terry Mosher (Canada), and Luojie (China).

Ann Telnaes moves up the gift return timeline by a few weeks.

Tom Tomorrow salutes the land of the spree and the home of the knave.

Keith Knight wasn't by any means the first gentleman toonist to get there, but it did make me chuckle when I pictured the Bethlehem inn as part of the Trump hotel chain.

Reuben Bolling salutes the latest ISIS recruitment drive.

Red Meat's Ted Johnson relies on a simple home (improvement) remedy.

The Comic Strip Curmudgeon marks the holiday weekend with references to the Kantian imperative and centaur erotica.

Comic Strip of the Day pays tribute to little weasels, futile gestures, and a comic strip he didn't understand at the time.

I came to tell you that you could axe me to marry you (hyuck, hyuck, hyuck)! Last week I mentioned that Bluto's theme in the very first Popeye animated short in 1933 was lifted from a bawdy 19th century drinking song called "Bollocky Bill the Sailor." Two years later, director Dave Fleischer, with uncredited musical director Sammy Timberg (who composed some memorable work over the years, but was never shy about lifting from the public domain when it suited his needs) took it all the way, in an exploration of the passive-aggressive relationship between Popeye and Olive, with "Beware of Barnacle Bill." There are fairly tame versions of the song (like this 1930 recording, featuring Hoagy Carmichael, Bix Beiderbeck on cornet, Tommy Dorsey on trombone, Benny Goodman on clarinet, and Gene Krupa on drums), but the original version(s), surely at least somewhat familiar to 1935 theater audiences, was pretty raw. (Uncredited voice work by Billy Costello as Popeye, William Pennell as Bluto/Barnacle Bill, and Mae Questel as The Slender One.)

The We-Don't-Check-Papers-At-The-Borders Oregon Toon Block:

Ex-Oregonian Jack Ohman puts the American holiday season in its proper perspective.

Possibly Ex-Oregonian Jen Sorensen looks at Thanksgiving, past, present, and future.

Matt Bors points out – quite correctly – that it's a fine line between the drunken, opinionated boor at the end of the bar and . . . well, you'll see.

Jesse Springer is discouraged – and why wouldn't he be? – by the recent assault on the campus of Lewis & Clark College.

Test your toon captioning superpowers at The New Yorker's weekly caption-the-cartoon contest. (Rules here.) And you can browse The New Yorker's cartoon gallery here.

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