Showing posts with label Santa Claus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santa Claus. Show all posts

Sunday, March 10, 2024

The Road To OZ!


The Road to OZ by L. Frank Baum was published in 1909 and is the darkest of the OZ books to date. With great artwork b John R. Neil this is the fourth trip Dorothy makes to the fairy land of OZ and for her at least it's getting to be rather normal. She's so accustomed to odd happenings that she doesn't think twice about travelling alongside a stranger known only to her and us as "The Shaggy Man". Kudos to the charitable minded Miss Gale, but this is the epitome of "Stranger Danger". But perhaps things were that much different over a century ago when it came to children wandering the byways of the United States. It doesn't help that this "Shaggy Man" purports to have a "Love Magnet" which makes people like him. There are spoilers galore below. 

Accompanied by Toto, who it should be pointed out was cautious about this new character, Dorothy heads down the road and before you know it the party is of course lost, finding themselves in a strange territory where they must choose one of seven routes. That choice leads them to Button Bright, a naive young boy and later to Polychrome, the daughter of the Rainbow. This gang of five enters a hamlet run by foxes where Button Bright gets a new head, that of a fox. Later the Shaggy Man gets the head of a donkey when the group enters a town filled with those critters. 

Then they chance upon a chap called a "Musicker" who is a fellow who makes music all the time with his bodily functions. Sounds nastier than it is. After that they encounter a gang of weird cannibals who want to make soup of them and try to capture them by throwing their own heads at them. Our heroes escape narrowly. They come to a vast desert which separates OZ from the rest of the lands and soon enough have a ship to sail across it thanks to a magic chap named Johnny DooIt who builds at a furious pace. Across the desert they come to the Truth Pond and these magic waters return both Button Bright and the Shaggy Man to their original forms. 


Soon enough they find themselves firmly in OZ and begin to meet old friends and allies such as Tik-Tok, Billina, Nick Chopper, the Scarecrow and others. The gang go to the Emerald City where Ozma informs Dorothy she's been following their adventures and she like them to stay to celebrate her birthday. What follows is a long celebration with an array of characters from past OZ books as well as other books Baum had written such as The Adventures of Santa Claus and John Dough and the Cherub. It's assumed that Baum might've included these characters from less popular books of his to cross promote with the wildly popular OZ books. Eventually the Wizard comes up with durable bubbles which whisk everyone home save for Dorothy who goes once again via Ozma's magic belt. 


This was a strange book. It began with an edge but soon enough tumbled into the same pattern as the previous OZ book, becoming a mere travelogue. Baum introduces characters at a very rapid pace and tight situations get resolved in most cases before anything resembling tension can develop. There's not much plot save that Dorothy gets lost, finds a bunch of new creatures as friends and meets old friends then goes home. Hopefully Baum changes it up some as the series continues. 

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Sunday, December 24, 2023

Santa The Barbarian!


This clever Christmas send-up takes a fan-favorite familiar comic book cover and gives it a holiday theme. This is truly an iconic image. 


The intoxicating cover by Barry (Not-Yet-Windsor)Smith and the late John Verpoorten for Conan the Barbarian #1 has been featured here at the Dojo more than a few times. I love how Smith approached this project with gusto and panache. He's unafraid to throw all his youthful vigor into an image which, while it might lack grace in some places, is not shortchanged in action or drama. In a wonderful variation of the classic Frazetta pose which decorated the first Lancer Conan paperback, this image of Conan is active, but nonetheless stands astride a beautiful woman who lingers around his knees. The action around him is furious and chaotic. This scene might in fact be a moment before the classic sedate and ominous Frazetta image.


The closest we'll likely get to seeing Barry Smith's original artwork is this cover for Marvelmania Magazine minus the Verpoorten inks. Here there is a  a raw energy to the black and white presentation which is seen in full.

The classic cover has been reprinted countless times by Marvel and other publishers around the world. Here are some I have been lucky enough to gather up from across the globe. 
















Here's a painting which uses Smith's art as its inspiration for a new piece of art. 


Here's a different take on the pose by Marvel themselves, some years later. 


And here is an homage by John Romita Jr. for a cover of The Overstreet Comic Book Price Guide.

Tomorrow an annual holiday tradition returns to the Dojo! I hope Santa will be good to one and all, even if you've been a wee bit naughty! 

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Saturday, December 24, 2022

Is There A Santa Claus?


"Dear Editor, I am eight years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says "If you see it in The Sun it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus? 

Virginia O'Hanlon. 
 115 W.95th St"


VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. 

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. 

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. 
 
You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. 

No Santa Claus! Thank GOD! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood. 

Francis P. Church 
The New York Sun


There's the famous letter and the response. It speaks to the hope that seems to spring up during this season each year. As for the letter let me tell a personal story. My eldest daughter's name is Virginia. While I was back in college I took her, still at a very tender age, with me to attend a lecture given by the late The Amazing Randi.  The late Randi was an infamous debunker, a man I much admired for calling out "paranormal" frauds from all corners. During his presentation, he might have gone a step too far for my personal tastes, or perhaps I made a poor choice to bring my beautiful girl. He announced to one and all that "No Virginia, there is NO Santa Claus".

I immediately snapped my head to my daughter, who was likewise looking up at me, her innocent eyes framed by her soft red hair filled with concern. So did many of the folks around us who knew her name. Luckily a bit of tomfoolery on my part, and others, healed the breach for the short time needed over the next few years. But it must have been a shock to a small child for a man who looked not unlike Saint Nick himself to suddenly and blatantly announce the death of the good old elf. Most of the year I don't believe in Santa Claus myself, it's utter claptrap of course. But for a few days each year around this time, I give in to my irrational soul and believe. So should you. 


Have a Merry Christmas, and be careful around debunkers this time of year. They're out there. 

NOTE: This is a Revised Dojo Holiday Classic.   

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Friday, December 23, 2022

Ten Tips To Spot A Bad Santa!


There is no doubt that Santa Claus is one of the most universal and benign characters in all the world. The very mention of Santa can bring smiles to the faces of children both young and old. But not all Santas are created equal.  There are signs that you might have a "Bad Santa" on your hands.  One is a Santa with a really crummy and marginally agressive attitude, like the one above, all angry and finger-pointing -- that's not what you ideally want in a Santa Claus.



Any Santa with a skull for a face is right out. These kind are relatively easy to spot and should be avoided at all costs. Watch out for their exceedingly sharp elbows.




Never trust a Santa who is packing heat. When Santa Claus takes out his automatic pistol and takes aim at your face, there's a reasonably good chance you have a bad Santa on your hands. Duck for the nearest safe cover and all the authorities at once.


If Santa tries to run you down, either with his sleigh or any other vehicle, it's a sign he is to be avoided. Keep your head on a swivel on Christmas Eve for sure, especially if you're elderly and have grandchildren. That's a favorite target of a Bad Santa.


Good Santas almost never join motorcycle clubs. The one-percenter lifestyle typically runs counter to the goals of a traditonal Santa Claus. There's less Meth.


Spotting a Santa Claus on a rooftop with an axe is a clear tip off that he might not be trustworthy. There's almost no reason for a Santa to need an axe to get into a house. If the axe is dripping, that's warrants extra caution.



On the more mundane side of things, be wary of chintzy Santas. These are very common alas and the secret shame of many families worldwide.


A Santa Claus who is forced to carry out his Christmas Eve duties at gunpoint is also a Santa who cannot be relied upon in most instances. Stick with more pliable types.


Santa Claus should never be Batman. That's never going to work...never.


And finally, if Santa wants to arrange you and your friends into a circle and have you join hands so that he can fill you with the "true spirit of Christmas" and there's talk of a...ahem... "Love-In", head for the hills quickly before anything gets unzipped. This is possibly the most dangerous kind of Santa and must be kept under a close watch. This is usually done by electing the perpetrator to Congress, but that trick doesn't always work.


Now go forth and enjoy the season -- knowing is half the battle. Santa will soon be on the move yet again. Merry Christmas to all! 

NOTE: This is a Dojo Holiday Classic.   

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Tuesday, December 24, 2019

Season's Greetings!


Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you and yours from the staff of Rip Jagger's Dojo. The "staff" consists of little old me and I want to wish everyone a most happy yuletide and I want to take a moment to let you all know I haven't gone away and that in fact big things are on the way for the Dojo.


Say tuned -- the Countdown is about to begin.

Note: I am unable to access comments right now, so don't think I'm ignoring you.

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Saturday, November 30, 2019

Gahan Gone!


Gahan Wilson passed away this month, and I'd like to remember him and cue up the coming blitzkrieg we call Christmas at the same time. Gahan's view of the Santa was a bit off the traditional mark, but something tells me that he got it righter than most.


An immortal morbidly-obese elf who reads minds and trespasses with no regard to property or privacy might not be the goody two-shoes we've always been lead to believe. Gahan knew it as these cartoons show all too well.









Merry Fricking Christmas One and All and Goodbye Gahan!

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