The Battle of the Boing, Part 5

     If you remember (and isn’t memory a wonderful thing?), I’ve been telling you the story of Sparky’s long-running feud with Gerald McBoing Boing, the cartoon boy who speaks only in sound effects. I left off with Gerald putting his noisy little finger on Sparky in front of the House Un-American Activities Committee. Sparky’s was just one of a long list of names that Gerald rattled off during his testimony. To make an already bad situation worse, young McBoing Boing’s vocal peculiarities meant that a lot of what he said got lost in translation.

 

 

     This led to a number of unfortunate cases of mistaken identity, such as the one that nearly destroyed a career when Gerald informed on the noted film composer Elmer Bernstein.

 

 

     Sparky largely escaped the worst of this smear campaign’s ill effects, mostly because he didn’t depend on performing to earn his livelihood. In any case, it was hard for anyone who knew Sparky to see him as a hard-core Communist. His dedication to the solidarity of the working masses was always more philosophical than practical…as his fellow members of the Allied Cartoon Characters Guild learned time and again, at the cost of their residual cheques.

 

 

     Others named as left-leaners by Gerald McBoing Boing found themselves shut out of film and television altogether. One of Sparky’s occasional poker-playing pals had been slated for a recurring role on The Flintstones as Fred’s sister, but had to take work in a comic strip instead.

 

     The less politically-charged environment of the funny papers proved a haven for many of those blacklisted due to Gerald McBoing Boing's HUAC testimony. Some of them took full advantage of their new lease on life—for example, this young school chum of Gerald’s who found himself implicated in the Alger Hiss affair.

 

 

     In the long run, the accuser suffered just as much as the accused, if not more so. After causing many of his closest friends, acquaintances, and entertainment industry connections to be ostracized, Gerald McBoing Boing also found himself on the outside looking in. When help finally came for him, it was from a most unlikely source…but I’ll fill you in on the details next time. Right now, I have to finish getting ready for the Funsville Rod and Reel Club’s Izaak Walton Memorial Fishtravaganza and Salmon Derby. This year's grand prize goes to whoever catches the most steelhead in a bowler hat, so I have to re-waterproof my favourite lucky Stan Laurel autographed trolling model, size 7 5/8.

Uncle Fun    

 

 

 

 

The Battle of the Boing, Part 4

     If you don’t know what this strange title refers to, you haven’t been following the story that’s been appearing in this space for the past three weeks. You can bring yourself up to speed one of two ways: by clicking on the links and reading Chapters 1, 2, and 3, or by saving the strain on your mouse and your eyes and skimming the quick summary I’m about to give you.

     Long ago, my protégé Sparky found himself embroiled in controversy because of a long-running feud between himself and another cartoon boy. Gerald McBoing Boing, hitherto famous for speaking only in sound effects, made quite a different set of noises to the House Un-American Activities Committee.

 

     Sparky’s name headed the list of alleged Communist sympathizers Gerald handed over to HUAC, in exchange for immunity from prosecution on repeated violations of the Mann Act. Though never officially confirmed, the identity of Gerald’s female correspondent has long been an open secret.

 

     It should have come as no surprise to anyone that Sparky was a fellow traveller. His association with leftist causes dated back to 1920, when he appeared in Debs for Debs, a Socialist Party-sponsored short subject linking Eugene V. Debs’ bid for the presidency with the Nineteenth Amendment.

 

     M’Dear and Miss Moose never mixed entertainment and politics again. (Side note from us: politics are entertaining enough without anybody’s help. –M’Dear and Moose) Sparky, on the other hand, remained active and committed. (Another side note: “committed” is what I’ve always said he should be. –Moose) During the Great Depression, he appeared on screen in support of Socialist candidate Norman Thomas’ presidential campaigns.

 

 

      Sparky’s obscurity, his love of getting in trouble, and his overall recalcitrance mitigated the damage that revelations about his anti-establishment politics might have caused. Others in his field were not so lucky…but more on that in the next chapter. The Funsville Conservatory of Musical Improvisation and Other Contact Sports is, as usual, running behind in the last-minute preparations for its combined Herb Ellis/Maurice “Rocket” Richard birthday celebrations, which are coming up this Sunday. Wrapping 10,000 left-handed hockey sticks with flat-wound jazz guitar strings for the noonday parade and jam session would have been more than enough work for everybody, but it’s nothing compared to wrapping 10,000 arch-top jazz guitars with hockey stick tape for the evening’s charity shinney tournament and free-for-all.

Uncle Fun

 

And then the chef came out with a meat cleaver when we mentioned the dirty fork…

     Usually, I leave this space to Uncle Fun, Sparky, and their friends, but every now and then something happens that seems to belong more in their world than in anything resembling reality:

     Yesterday my wife, our baby daughter Ruby and I went out for Chinese food at lunchtime. At the table next to us, the owner of the restaurant and a clown (in full costume and makeup—red nose, big shoes—the whole bit) were making balloon animals and comparing their philosophies on life. As our food arrived, a man from the health department showed up for a surprise inspection. The clown got his lunch for free because it was his birthday, but tipped the waitress two balloon dinosaurs for her trouble.

     My life has officially become a Monty Python sketch. I wonder if I can get Terry Gilliam to dust off his paper cutouts and animate a link to the next bit of it.

 

Hey—guess what? It’s The Funday Sunnies featuring Duncan.

 

 

You were expecting maybe something deep?

 

The Battle of the Boing, Part 3

     As you may (or more likely, may not) recall, I’ve been recounting the story of the bad blood that developed between Sparky and one of cartoondom’s most beloved youngsters.

 

     You’ll notice that I couldn’t bring myself to hang the tag “beloved” on Sparky. What can I say? I call ‘em—or in this case, don’t call ‘em—like I see ‘em. Anyway, despite what I’ve already told you in Chapters One and Two of this tale, things had begun on a sunny note for the two pen-and-ink urchins. Put together as prospective co-stars of a Saturday morning kids’ show, Sparky and Gerald initially hit it off…even so, there were hints from the very start that the pairing was not made to last.

 

     Before long, Sparky had quit the series, leaving Gerald to his own devices.

 

     As their enmity festered, Sparky continued to get work on television, pulling down recurring guest roles and one-shot appearances. A successful stint as a fill-in for Clutch Cargo’s annoyingly twerpy sidekick Spinner led to him being touted as a badly-needed permanent replacement. Sadly, this was not to be.

 

 

     He also stood in for an ailing Crusader Rabbit (who had been misdiagnosed with myxomatosis and put in quarantine), but this moment in the limelight was likewise short-lived.

 

 

     Meanwhile, The Gerald McBoing Boing Show was abruptly and unceremoniously cancelled after a short and poorly-received run. The grudge which Gerald bore towards Sparky for his part in the failure of the project lasted a whole lot longer, though. Sparky’s was at the top of a long list of names Gerald later “volunteered” to the House Un-American Activities Committee.

 

 

     Citizen McBoing Boing’s act of perfidy triggered a maelstrom of hysteria, the effects of which I’ll begin to catalogue in our next instalment. Right now, I’m late for the Funsville Psychoanalysis Appreciation Society’s annual celebration of Carl Jung’s birthday. Our plan, as always, is to get collectively unconscious.

Uncle Fun