Word: dogpatch
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Abner. A lusty copy of Al Capp's comic-strip characters, with some lilting Dogpatch music. In MONTREAL...
Capp's most recent use of Harvard in his strip pertained to the hallowed Dogpatch tradition of Sadie Hawkins Day. It seems that thirteen new bachelors were needed to participate in the annual race, and that someone in Dogpatch who could read saw in a newspaper that Harvard was awarding 2000 bachelors' degrees. Moonbeam McSwine, one of the more picturesque local characters, was dispatched to Cambridge to recruit the necessary bachelors. She met with surprisingly little resistance...
About twelve years ago, Capp introduced in Lil Abner a young Harvard student, the son of the late George Capley." This gentleman had somehow become engaged to Daisy Mae, the Dogpatch heroine. Daisy, however, did not meet the staid Mrs. Capley's standards for a daughter-in-law: her feet "weren't big enough," she had a figure. After her hair had been properly disheveled and she had been provided with clothes that didn't quite fit, Daisy was pronounced ready for Boston society. She looked, Capp says, "like a bag of turnips...
Another use that Capp has made of Harvard in Li'l Abner resulted in Yale's being destroyed by the sweep of a lizard's tail. Hairless Joe and Lonesome Polecat--two of Dogpatch's more colorful denizens--got hold of a tiny lizard that matured into a giant pre-historic monster. While this process of growth was going on, Joe and Polecat were awarded veterans' scholarships--Polecast fought against the U.S. Army and Joe fought against Polecat in the Indian wars--and went to Harvard. On the way north, they stopped at New Haven, and shouting "Us Harvards hates...
...moral midden of Yoknapatawpha County in an ecstasy of disgust, is particularly strong stuff, and Producer Jerry Wald clearly had to clean up his subject for the screen. In the process, unfortunately, he converted Faulkner's county into a community almost as corny as Al Capp's Dogpatch, and reduced all the poetry of degradation to the customary commercial serving of fresh ham and pot likkah. And he replaced the emotional ingredients of The Hamlet's grand, grotesque romance-half arsenic, half cantharide-with a conventional love story that is at least as sweet as Coca-Cola...