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Their names were enough to make most Americans guffaw: Moonbeam McSwine, Fearless Fosdick, Lonesome Polecat, Joe Btfsplk (pronounced Btfsplk). For 43 years they frolicked across the funny pages lampooning the foibles of the high and mighty and mouthing the pungent politics of their raspy-voiced creator, Al Capp. He called his hillbilly vaudeville Li'l Abner, and it made him a wealthy man, though not an especially happy one. Racked by emphysema and distressed by the social changes he saw around him, Capp abruptly retired in 1977. He took up a reclusive life in Cambridge, Mass., where he died...
...shmoos rolled over dead and oven ready for hungry hoomins. Hulking Hairless Joe and his faithful Indian sidekick, Lonesome Polecat, dispensed hair-curling batches of Kickapoo Joy Juice. Dogpatchers went calling on the snowbound citizens of Lower Slobbovia, home of Lena the Hyena, world's ugliest woman. Moonbeam McSwine wallowed happily in the mud and tried unsuccessfully to ensnare Abner with her buxom charms. As Capp once said of his curvaceous creations: "Anyone who likes small bosoms -let 'em read Orphan Annie...
...Linda, the chicklet who shows up onstage wearing peasant blouses, cutoff jeans, subteen knee socks and track shoes to sing Love Is a Rose and That'll Be the Day. She is dead serious about her music, but the superstar nonsense amuses her; once she kidded her Moonbeam McSwine reputation by posing for an album cover in a barnyard with a couple of pigs...
...Rose was back at Cincinnati's Gayety Burlesk last week. But the beat at the Gayety was a dirge to the vanishing world of burlesque. In its rowdy, 60-year history, the old grind house featured such titillating favorites as Tempest Storm, Trudine, The Quiver Queen, and Moonbeam McSwine (complete with an armful of randy piglets). Like most such houses, it has been reduced in recent years to skin flicks, separated by the geriatric gyrations of faded strippers. Now the Gayety is being torn down to make way for a parking lot. To mourn the moment, the town fathers...
...people of Handshoe Hollow are in no sense comic-strip characters -though to bemused social workers their ways often seem as anticly unreal as those of Snuffy Smith or Moonbeam McSwine. While they have few worldly goods and little interest in acquiring more, most mountain folk of Southern Appalachia cling stubbornly to an ar cane way of life and the bucolic virtues-hardihood, close-knit family ties, fierce independence of outside authority-that were the models of an earlier America. With federal funds coming in, no one in Handshoe Hollow goes hun gry any more. Nor are the pappies very...