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Woody Woodpecker #73

WALTER LANTZ WOODY WOODPECKER #73
October 1962
80 Pages
25c
Special County Fair Issue

Okay, let's go through the stories, then look at the package as a whole.

[SPOILERS AHEAD]

WOODY WOODPECKER – COUNTY FAIR.  Woody is a street sweeper at the County Fair. With the help of a trained gorilla, he captures a couple of crooks. As a reward, he becomes "Chief Custodian of all Underfoot Areas." "Man, oh man!" he enthuses. "I'm practically on the board of directors!"

ANDY PANDA & CHARLIE CHICKEN – SKY-DIVING DAREDEVIL. Andy has devised a stunt whereby Charlie leaps from their plane and glides to the ground on big green batwings. "You're a natural for this stunt!" says Andy. "Millions of years ago, your ancestors probably soared like eagles!"
Two points: Usually it's Charlie who dreams up these crazy schemes. And what's with this talk of ancestors? Charlie started out as a barnyard fowl -- in fact, in the cartoon "Meatless Tuesday," Andy tried to eat him! However in the comics he became Andy's pal and presumably a member of society, for all that he's usually naked.
The stunt starts off as planned, but Charlie catches an updraft and heads out to sea, Andy following in his plane. They wind up on a deserted island where a mad scientist is planning to pull satellites right out of the sky with a magnetic orbit-deflector beam. (How space-racy.)
Our boys manage to escape and flag down the Coast Guard using Charlie's wings (and at least one prayer).

CHILLY WILLY - UNTITLED. For once in his life, Chilly is a success; he's the weatherman of his polar commmunity. His scientific method (so-called) is to row out to the middle of the ocean on his beach ball and listen to the Weather Chiefs in person: King Cold Wind, Sir Snow, and Cap'n White (Whitecap, geddit?).
Uh-huh.
Geez, how childish. Why couldn't they be more like Carl Barks, who told us that earthquakes were caused by Terries and Fermies.... uh...  Lemme get back to you on this...

TEXT PAGE: THE FUNNIEST SIGHT, with Windy and Breezy, a father-son pair of bears. As per the name Windy is a blowhard; he also has a muzzle more like a dog's.

WHIZZARD AND WINGDING. Mark Evanier has said that Woody Woodpecker was held in such little regard, Dell/Gold Key/Western used to commission Donald Duck stories and then perform a plumage-change operation. You might think this story was the result of that practice, but that's unlikely as shall be apparent. Woody's bespectacled cousin Whizzard -- think Ludwig von Drake without the Swedish accent -- discovers a "Yinca" relic that was really pecked by woodpeckers! Woody scoffs, but Whizzard says, "There's not one spot where it says they WEREN'T woodpeckers! Do you deny that?"
Next panel, Woody, Knothead, Splinter and Whizzard are in the "Yandes" Mountains. A trail of stone tablets leads them to a whole ancient city, carved out of stone. "This discovery will win me a Snobel Prize, at least!" says Whizzard.
But the ancient city is inhabited, by Bizarro Woodys, it seems. They have long, zig-zag necks and beaks, and call themselves rock pokkers. Centuries of carving out imitation Yinca temples have left them more than a little scatterbrained.
Our heroes are left under the care of Wingding, who's nutsy even by rock pokker standards.  (And his cognate would be Dimwitty Duck.) With Wingding's help, Whizzard re-introduces the pokkers to the joys of wood. "My head doesn't even rattle," rejoices one.
This is actually a very '60s theme, helping out a benighted native people a la the Peace Corps. (Barks did a devastating sendup of this attitude when he put Gyro in the "Tutor Corps" for one story.) You might think that natives know what suits them best, but it is possible for a civilization to make wrong choices -- cf. COLLAPSE with its account of the Easter Islanders destroying their ecosystem.
All of which is overthinking a pleasant little story. I just wish they'd sprung for half-page panels; Barks would have had a field day with these not-quite-ancient temples.

OSWALD THE RABBIT AND GABBY GATOR. Oswald bakes a pie for the fair and Gabby tries to eat it. The end.
Well, I've got more to say about the stars. Taking Gabby first: they've left off his Southern accent. In the cartoons, Gabby is based in the Everglades. He's also a Woody villain. Funny how Woody's main villains parallel Bugs Bunny's: You've got stuffy (Elmer Fudd/Wally Walrus), surly (Yosemite Sam/Buzz Buzzard) and savage (Tasmanian Devil/Gabby Gator). Oswald should be happy all Gabby wants is his pie; in the cartoons he's usually trying to eat Woody.
If there is a more petit bourgeois character than Oswald, I don't know who it is. As I'm sure most people here know, he started at the Walt Disney Studios, looking much like the Mouse would. When Disney lost the rights to Oswald, Lantz took over production, creating films that resembled Disney's with something of the Fleischers' anarchy about them. Some of these cartoons had pretty high body counts.
Oswald was redesigned as a slightly more realistic and much younger bunny, but it didn't last. His cartoons fell by the wayside, but he continued on in comics, usually wearing a three-piece suit (no shoes). He also picked up two adopted sons, Floyd and Lloyd. (I didn't know they were adopted until I researched this; at least it explains why they always called him "Poppa Oswald," as if to differentiate him from their birth father.)

Another text piece: THE LAST LAUGH, starring Homer Pigeon. It's really remarkable how long Homer lasted, considering he had ONE theatical release. (Voiced by Pinto Colvig, no less.) Western made a real effort to flesh out the character lists of all their licensed properties, playing up such obscurities as Windy and Breezy, Space Mouse, The Beary Family and others for Lantz; Pancho Vanilla and Soozy for Warners; Wuff the Prairie Dog for MGM/Tom & Jerry. Just for variety's sake? To grab rack space? Probably both.

INSPECTOR WILLOUGHBY - UNTITLED. With his Droopy eyes, Droopy mustache, and hangDog expression, the Inspector is a real original. He and Woody foil some stage bandits.

SPACE MOUSE - UNTITLED. I deconstructed this in a separate post.

WOODY, WINNIE AND THE KIDS. This makes the third Woody story in the book, fourth if you count the Inspector Willoughby. Woody accidentally grabs the Hopeless Diamond, whose famous curse, while not as spectacular as Bad Luck Blackie, is troublesome enough.
Why is it that Woody is always naked, but Winnie always wears a dress? (In the comics at least -- in the latest Woody TV series, they made a few Winnie cartoons with her au naturel, no doubt trying to make her more of a female version of Woody. It worked too well, you couldn't tell them apart.) 

I left out the puzzle pages, which give these books so much of their nostalgic flavor, on the grounds they'd take too long to describe.

Now as to the package as a whole. This is a Gold Key book, and there seem to be a lot of changes to the Dell format just for the sake of change. The speech balloons are square; the panels have no frames, but plenty of white space around them (with the exception of the three later Woodpecker stories, that have 12-point multicolored panel borders); the chapter heads have transfer lettering; the cover is abstract, not painted; many of the backgrounds are single-color and otherwise lacking in detail. Overall, Gold Key seems to be trying for a "modern" look, which of course dates very rapidly.

Also this marks the start of a deterioration in the artwork. Let me explain; I have to hand Golden Comics Digest #44, July 1975, which reprints WOODY WOODPECKER FAMILY FUN FEST from 1961, just one year before WW #73. The biggest change is between the Chilly Willy stories; in the 1961 there's greater depth of field, more heft to the animals. The 1962 story, while not bad in and of itself, shows the start of a simplification that will lead to downright shoddy work when Gold Key finally folds. (I don't know if Gold Key started printing with plastic plates instead of metal, and shooting artwork from twice published size to half again, in 1962; but the trend is there.)
The 1961 lineup differs from '62 in offering comic (not text) stories of Homer Pigeon, Windy and Breezy, and Buzz and Wally (with another space-age maguffin, yet). The '62 has Inspector Willoughby, Space Mouse, and two extra Woody stories; I guess they figured out who the draw was.

All in all, I love these old books. Yes, they are formulaic; yes, they had bland leads in Andy and Oswald, and some of the others, especially Woody, owe their characterization more to Western than to Hollywood. But they reflect adult concerns in surprising ways -- as in the space race mentions -- and at their best they provide a pleasant, and ready, escape.

WOODY WOODPECKER #73: Space Mouse

BRAD:  Hello again. This time we've got a daring
           space adventure from the Cold War.

WALDO:  Forbidden Planet?

RAVEN:  Plan 9 From Outer Space?

BRAD:  Uh, no. It's a Space Mouse story from
           WOODY WOODPECKER &73, Oct. '62. The
           giant-sized County Fair issue.

RAVEN: THERE'S your marketing hook.

WOODY: Now here, friends... A treat that's out of
            this world! With the giant Radio-Ear
            telescope, we can be in on the adventures
            of Space Mouse!

BRAD:  Take a look at the Universe! Only 25 cents!

RAVEN:  Hey, that's right! Most of the New Universe
             books are in the quarter boxes!

WOODY:  Say, looks like trouble on the Planet
              Rodentia!

RADIO:  Space Mouse! Report from Cheddar Valley!
             Bubble carrying off another farmer!

BRAD:   Gotta watch them bubbles. Just ask Greenspan.

NARRATOR:  Soon...

SPACE MOUSE: King Size! If there is some super-
           intelligence controlling those bubbles, they might
           be able to keep track of MY movements, too!

WALDO:  You mean they've belled the mouse?

SPACE MOUSE: We can't stop those bubbles from
           carrying off our people unless we know what
           it is we're fighting... where those bubbles are going!

WALDO:  Insufficient Data.

RAVEN:   In Indifferent Context.

SPACE MOUSE:  So, if it takes a disguise to improve my ,
            chances I'll just have to become another potential
            victim!

KING SIZE: Take care!

BRAD:   Imagine, a spacefaring monarchy.

WALDO: Just like Ministry of Space. With fur.

SPACE MOUSE: Don't worry! I'll keep in radio contact
           with you... even if I am now going to be just
           a harmless peddler!

BRAD:  In his government-issue spaceship...

KING SIZE: I'll have a rescue rocket fleet ready!

RAVEN: With all the Rescue Rangers!

NARRATOR: But days later, still on patrol...

RADIO: Space Mouse... Attention! Another bubble raid...
           over at Mousely Farms!

SPACE MOUSE: Oh, why won't they pick on me?

RAVEN: Okay, your mother dresses you funny!

WALDO: That's his disguise.

RADIO:  The bubble just appeared out of nowhere and
             zoomed off with another farmer!

SPACE MOUSE: Sizzling star-trails! It's just too !
           impossible It all happens too fast! I can't ever
           get on their trail!

BRAD:  A sleek spaceship under a trailer marked, 'junk.'
           I'm not sure if that's funny or stupid.

RAVEN: I'M sure.

SPACE MOUSE: (voiceover) I might as well give up!
            There's about one chance in ten billion that
            one of those bubbles will EVER pick on me!

BRAD:   That's your cue, Mr. Welk...

BUBBLE: PLOING!

SPACE MOUSE: Agh! And THIS is the ONE!

RAVEN:  They plucked him out of the cornfield.

WALDO:  But they won't leave the corn behind.

SPACE MOUSE: (GASP!) Appear out of nowhere is right!
           And so strong! It's incredible! Must be a radio
           force field using an atomized cohesive moisture
           supplement attracted right from the air!

RAVEN:  THIS was in a KID'S book?

WALDO:  By Gene Roddenberry.

SPACE MOUSE: Space Mouse calling King Size! King Size!

WALDO: I think he's "Venti," these days...

RADIO:  CRACKLE! CRACKLE! SPUT! SPUT!

SPACE MOUSE: Ow! Too much interference! Which means
           that this bubble must be travelling on a magnetic
           wave! (GULP!) ...and there goes my chance for
           any radio contact!

WALDO: Not much detail to those passing planets.

BRAD: The monochrome backgrounds are to make
           Space Mouse pop out.

RAVEN: Too bad they don't make his bubble pop.

NARRATOR: Finally...

SPACE MOUSE: Why, this is one of the Cloud Planets!
          We always thought they were uninhabited!
           ...Buildings! Who could live in such a
           soggy place?

WALDO:  Uh-oh.

RAVEN:  Not ol' Boxy Shorts!

BRAD: Just wait.

OFFSTAGE SINISTER VOICE: I could, Space Mouse! Ha-Ha!

BRAD:   We see a sweaty figure working lab controls
            through the miasma.

RAVEN:  I use an inhaler for miasma.

SPONGEMAN:  But you will never be able to tell King
                     Size, I fear... until I bring him to join you!

BUBBLE: POP!

SPACE MOUSE: Good grief! Do you know everything?

SPONGEMAN:  The skin of the bubble serves as an
                      excellent thought-gathering antenna!

BRAD:  It's a shame Space Mouse didn't last 'til
           Star Trek's glory years; they've got the
           doubletalk down cold.

SPACE MOUSE: You're one of the ancient Sponge Men,
           aren't you? I've read about you fellows, but...
           I thought you lived over on the Milky Way!

SPONGEMAN:  Not any more! Not ME!

RAVEN: Too many Snickers.

SPONGEMAN:  Milk is fine, but I got so tired of being
                     sopped in it! Over here, in the water
                     clouds, is the only life for any intelligent
                     sponge!

RAVEN:  If he's a sponge, shouldn't he be porous? And yellow?

WALDO: And live in a pineapple under the sea?

RAVEN: This guy looks like Elmer Fudd as a sweaty squarehead.

SPONGEMAN:  With my genius, I shall be a whole one-man
                     glorious civilization... my bubbles plucking
                     slaves like you from off your stupid little
                     planet!

SPACE MOUSE: Well, if you have our people here, you're
           letting them go right now, Spongy... 'Cause that's
           why I'm here!

BRAD:  Call him Space Moses.

SPONGEMAN:  Oh, mercy! Such silly heroics! I shall simply
                     have to bubble you unmercifully!

BRAD:  And his wand shoots out bubble after bubble.

BUBBLES: POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

SPACE MOUSE:  OW! I CAN'T SEE! STOP!

RAVEN: The bubbles made him squeak.

WALDO: I thought you laughed at danger, mouse.

SPONGEMAN:  Drop your gun! You know I can conjure up
                     bubbles as long as there's moisture in the
                     air! Heh-heh!

BUBBLES: POP! POP! POP! POP!

SPACE MOUSE: All right!... Oh, I feel groggy! Take me to those
           slave pens!

STRAGGLING BUBBLE: POP!

SPONGEMAN: Hah! That's more like it!

BRAD:  Looks like Twinkie the Kid in the sauna. Ew.

MOUSE 1: (GASP!) LOOK! He has even captured Space
               Mouse!

MOUSE 2: Then all hope is lost!

SPACE MOUSE:  Oh-h! Now my head is clearing.

BRAD:  Spongeman locks the door.

SPACE MOUSE: Now that Spongy believes I've given up,
           will you chums tell me all you know about his setup?

MOUSE 1: We don't know much! All we do is assemble
               things according to diagrams!

MOUSE 2: They don't make much sense until he puts
               different parts together, I guess.

BRAD:  So, he has his high-tech stuff built by...
           farmers?

RAVEN: He must make his money on the warranties.

SPACE MOUSE: Hmm... Interesting... but our first bet
             is another try for TV or radio contact with
             King Size!

MOUSE 2: Your electra-belt looks too banged up to work!
               ... That's the only reason Spongy let him keep it!

WALDO:  Thank you, Roy Thom-mouse.

MOUSE 1: Wait! Space Mouse is getting through!

KING SIZE: Yes Space Mouse, you're coming through! Oh, my
           word! Prisoners of a ruthless Spongeman!? On
           which cloud planet?

SPACE MOUSE: I don't know, King Size... (crackle-crackle!
           sput-sput!) Ow! My electra-belt is going out...

KING SIZE:  Now we can't even zero in on his belt beam!

ROCKETMOUSE 1: We'll find them, sire... even if we have to
           search every cloud planet!

ROCKETMOUSE 2: There are only twenty or thirty of them!

KING SIZE:  We'll each take a couple!

WALDO:  Gee, one team for two whole planets. Not overbooking,
             are we?

NARRATOR: But, days later...

MOUSE 2: They'll never find us! They might even go to cloud
               planets 'way on the other side of the universe!

WALDO: Yeah! That'd take them at least a week!

RAVEN: How can this be a sweatshop, if Sponge-boy's the
            only one sweating?

SPACE MOUSE: If I could just get to one of Spongy's radios,
           I could beam them in fast!

MOUSE 1: Impossible! Remember how he bubbled you before?

BRAD:  Remember it? It made me glad there was only one
           Space Mouse cartoon.

MOUSE 2: Those are really gas bubbles! You can't keep
               your wits about you when he makes them!

BRAD:  Worse than Wakko Warner's.

SPACE MOUSE: Heh... but what if his bubble gun won't work on me?

MOUSE 1: There's so much moisture in the air! He can always
               seem to stir up those pesky bubbles!

WALDO: Insert burrito joke.

SPACE MOUSE: But look what I've been making from
           some of his electronic parts... a compact little
           high-power dehumidifer!

BRAD:  Special order for Niles Crane.

MOUSE 1:  (Gasp!) you mean to DRY THE AIR?

SPACE MOUSE: Right! The air around ME, so there won't
           be enough moisture for his bubble trick... I hope!

MOUSE 2: (Gulp!) We all hope!

NARRATOR: Meanwhile, far across space...

CLOUD PLANET: BONK! CLANK!

ROCKETMOUSE 2: Look out! High mountains on this
           cloud planet!

ROCKETMOUSE 1: There's nothing under these clouds
           except more clouds! Sire, it's beginning to
           look hopeless!

KING SIZE: Oh, does Space Mouse's glorious career
           have to end like this?

BRAD:  How could it be a glorious career with
           such a generic name?

SPONGEMAN: Why did you call, Space Mouse? WHY?
           No funny business, now! I warned you!

SPACE MOUSE: It won't be very funny... I hope!

RAVEN: Why start now?

BRAD:  And concentric lines emanate from the
           dehumidifier.

WALDO: Making him Personal Space Mouse.

SPONGEMAN: I'll teach you! I'll bubble you fiercely!
           Take that... and that!

SPACE MOUSE: HAH! See, chums? No bubbles!

WALDO: Thanks to my Magic Coffee Rings!

SPONGEMAN: Agh! Where are they? Why can't I make
           bubbles?

RAVEN:  Blossom and Buttercup won't let you, perv.

SPACE MOUSE: Heh... my trusty little dehumidifier
           is working too well!

BRAD:  He's the Thinking Man's Funny-Animal Space Hero.

RAVEN: Yeah, a real Adam Mange.

SPONGEMAN: Oh, no! It's not fair! You're drying the air!
           Keep that thing away from me! I'm allergic to
           dryness!

SPACE MOUSE: Which makes this a perfect way to
           handle sinister sponges... heh... from now on!

WALDO: Space Mouse, call for you on Line One, a Mr.
            Plankton.

ROCKETMOUSE 1: A signal! A signal! It's Space Mouse!

BRAD: Calloo, callay, already!

KING SIZE: All ships assemble! It won't be long now!

RAVEN: Thank God.

NARRATOR: And so...

KING SIZE: Humph! He's lucky you didn't dry him up completely!

SPACE MOUSE: He's too great a genius, King Size! This way he'll be glad
           to stay home on the Milky Way!

RAVEN:  Where he'll stay Forever Young.

BRAD:  Okay, obscure candy refs are in bad taste.

SPACE MOUSE: Heh...I convinced him that he'll have a sopping good
           time trying to HOMOGENIZE it!

RAVEN:  Oh no! This story promotes the Homogenizing Lifestyle!

SPONGEMAN: Hmm... I might even whip up a whipped-cream galaxy!

BRAD:  Keep that up and we'll have to build a restaurant at the
           end of the universe. -- And that's our story. Raven, Waldo,
           any comments?

RAVEN:  ...You say there was a cartoon about this mess?

BRAD:  There was one animated cartoon about this character
           but it's unlikely to be shown these days -- it featured
           Siamese cats who talked like Charlie Chan. Despite this
           Dell/Gold Key published several stories about Space
           Mouse but he just never... took off.

WALDO:  Well, I'll say one thing about this story.

BRAD: What's that?

WALDO:  It wasn't spongeworthy.