My friend Eggy came over for a visit this morning. He’s a much nicer guy than the egg in this cartoon, and I wound up giving him a gold bracelet.
Lullaby of Frogtown
Last week I posted a cartoon that started off with a musical frog. As soon as the frog really got cooking on his trumpet, the storyline lurched elsewhere. I really wanted to hear more of that frog. “What happened to the frog?” I wondered. Well, he showed up here:
Maybe it’s a different musical frog. He’s singing instead of playing the trumpet, and he does look different. I’m guess I’m going to have to keep looking around for that first frog.
Hootcha-a ma kootch
The moral ambiguity of this cartoon is a little troubling to me when watching it today, but maybe things weren’t so black and white in the Great Depression. What happened to the children? Didn’t Mariutch have a gang of children she was with? And why is her husband happy when she finds out she’s actually a stripper? I won’t even comment on the Italian organ grinder with a monkey stereotype. Oh, wait; I just did. Still, I have to love any cartoon with a good giraffe gag. Take it away, plucky immigrant fellow:
