[Morgus]

Robb, these were pretty cool give away comics.
WE THE PEOPLE. My family LOVED right wing propaganda like this to laugh at, and this offering from the Louisiana State Sovereign boys didn’t disappoint. The salient points have already been noted, and yeah, Q.Q. I think both of us would have been taken to Git Mo as crackpots if history had been different. I bet the story behind this one is just as fascinating at the comic itself. And yeah, Panther, I had the urge to wash my hands after...
HOOKED. Reminded me a LOT of "Narcotics Story"..a police training film narrated by Art Gilmore that wound up on the drive in and grind house circuit for years. Yeah, WHO drew this? Hey, Panther, dig Patton Oswald on page 16. In both cases, I think the creators were trying to be sincere, but just didn’t have better info..or were told what info to work with at the outset. Anybody else reminded of Charlton romance comics?? The blonde reminds me of them.
WELCOME TO THE BEGINNING; Hey, crash, I think you and I are the only ones who got stopped cold by the word ‘vigorish’. I knew about it from my uncle who was a dealer in Vegas and explained gambling to me. His first lesson was to make me flip a nickel 100 times in a row to show me the principal of odds and such. To this day I’d only eat and take in a show there. Only way to come out ahead. Scary fact; there are twice as many problem gamblers in America as there are cancer patients.
LOVED the larger then usual Walt Kelly work.
The last two I just skimmed through...not great, not terrible, just product. But you have to groove on the idea of making a comic book about canned fish.

[Robb_K]

Robb, these were pretty cool give away comics.
WE THE PEOPLE. (1) My family LOVED right wing propaganda like this to laugh at, and this offering from the Louisiana State Sovereign boys didn’t disappoint. The salient points have already been noted, and yeah, Q.Q. I think both of us would have been taken to Git Mo as crackpots if history had been different. I bet the story behind this one is just as fascinating at the comic itself. And yeah, Panther, I had the urge to wash my hands after...
HOOKED. Reminded me a LOT of "Narcotics Story"..a police training film narrated by Art Gilmore that wound up on the drive in and grind house circuit for years. Yeah, WHO drew this? Hey, Panther, dig Patton Oswald on page 16. In both cases, (2) I think the creators were trying to be sincere, but just didn’t have better info..or were told what info to work with at the outset. Anybody else reminded of Charlton romance comics?? The blonde reminds me of them.
(3)  WELCOME TO THE BEGINNING; Hey, crash, I think you and I are the only ones who got stopped cold by the word ‘vigorish’. I knew about it from my uncle who was a dealer in Vegas and explained gambling to me. His first lesson was to make me flip a nickel 100 times in a row to show me the principal of odds and such. To this day I’d only eat and take in a show there. Only way to come out ahead. (3) Scary fact; there are twice as many problem gamblers in America as there are cancer patients.
(4)  LOVED the larger then usual Walt Kelly work.
The last two I just skimmed through...not great, not terrible, just product. But you have to groove on the idea of making a comic book about canned fish.

(1) Being as that pamphlet was from the early 1960s, it's easy to guess that this was propaganda for a Louisiana State's Rights candidate for The US Senate's campaign, or for a some kind of state referendum to, somehow, get around The US Federal mandates to integrate schools, or dispose of what was left of institutional segregation.

(2) In think The US Federal Government wanting to show that they were doing something about the growing societal drug addiction problem, would certainly direct what the artists drew, by providing them a detailed written script, which included detailed descriptions of what should be shown in each panel; thus, not leaving much to the artist's imagination.

(3) I've been in Las Vegas twice, once in 1955, when they had only 4 dumpy casinos on the highway, and the tiny desert town had only something like 17,500 people. , and later, in 1964, when it had only 43,000 people, both when we were visitors, driving across The USA, and I was under 21, in 1955, not old enough to gamble.  My parents didn't gamble.  In 1955 we just got gasoline and some drinks.  In 1964, I was old enough to gamble, but we didn't.  We had dinner and watched a show, and stayed overnight at a highway motel.  I've been to Monte Carlo twice and didn't gamble. I've gambled in a several friendly private poker games, and hustled pool (pocket billiards) for "mad money".  But, I'd never throw away money to a "house".

As a professional ice hockey fan and CFL and NFL fan, I'm amazed that sports gambling is so widespread in USA that anyone who can navigate on a computer can gamble large amounts of money, and the national TV networks and professional leagues advertise so prolifically to get young sports fans to get hooked on gambling, just like the cigarette industry advertised to get them hooked on cigarettes.  I suspect that a lot of underage kids lose money that their parents may have to end up paying.  As if there aren't enough problems in life for young people to wade through.  It's unconscionable.  As far as I  remember, we have only Provincial operated Sports Betting in Manitoba, and it's proceeds go to provincial projects and public purposes.  I think it's the same for all other provinces and territories, except for Ontario, which also has open, private, for profit betting firms(as in USA). At least, that was the way things were last time I checked. 

(4) I enjoy having that extra Walt Kelly artwork in that public service giveaway comic book.  Same for the canned tuna comics, despite their artwork being not-so-good quality.  It's all part of comic book history, and I enjoy seeing most comics from the Platinum and Golden Ages.

There have been so very many giveaway public service pamphlets and commercial retailer product promotional giveaway comics uploaded on CB+ lately that I could have chosen.  After I started this thread, a really nicely-drawn Buster Brown Shoe Co. giveaway drawn by Disney Animation's Al Hubbard, has some fine action, with Buster and his dog, "Tige", travelling in The Middle East during the late 1950s, and dealing with some unsavoury characters, the atmosphere of which is very nostalgic to me.  The action scenes are quite good, and I love how he drew the Arab characters and scenery (much truer to my experience than most of the Golden Age artists depicted them in clichée form).

For those of you interested; and have extra time on their hands - you can find it here:  https://comicbookplus.com/?dlid=97482

[The Australian Panther]

"Pacific Rescue"
https://comicbookplus.com/?dlid=68256

This is a strange one. Just what is Sammy supposed to be. A Fish? It's not at all clear. If I had an uncle who looked like that I certainly wouldn't go to sea with him. And I had two sea-going uncles and have been to sea. Also, judging by the back cover, 'SAMMY' doesn't appear as a trademark on the tin.
But the story has nothing  to do with  fishing.
'Uncle Sammy wants me on another fishing trip'
They talk about it but they don't do any fishing.
The crew are a walrus and a pelican, both of which are fish-eaters.
Pretty basic art.   

They start off from Prince Rupert and finish in Seattle. Odd. Yes I know that's where the plane took off from. Would that be the closest airport to Princess Royal island ?
I can locate Seattle on a map but I don't know Canadian West Coast Geography.

I like canned tuna, but this book wouldn't have any effect on my buying decisions.
Weird.       

[The Australian Panther]

Adventures of Manuel Pacifico 2 - Breast of Chicken
https://comicbookplus.com/?dlid=97317

This cover would just confuse me.
The main character is a 'Tuna Fisherman' who is going to fight, 'Senor Arana, the Spider' and there is a container of 'Breast of Chicken' which may be a boat, since it seems to have a propeller. I wouldn't know what  to expect inside.
Book # 1, which we also have, shows the good captain jumping off a ship 'Breast O Chicken' to rescue a Dog from two sharks.
I can assure you that if you were the skipper of a Fishing Boat called BreastO'Chicken you would be ridiculed into next year and you would have serious trouble hiring a crew. And if you walked into a bar, the jokes would be unmerciful. Funny tho. I wouldn't have minded being a fly on the wall.
Moving right along;-
Page #3 We get a lesson in 'Mexican?' 'Spanish' in how  to pronounce Manuel Pacifico.
Page # 4 Hopalong Cassidy. Huh?  I like her Sombrero. Can I have one like that? 
I wonder if that is meant to be a self-portrait of Freida-Bart Hind? Or is that Freida and Bart Hind?
Page # 5. As depicted, that ship is huge. That's a factory ship. 
I also don't think you would deliberately take a dog on board a ship that is catching and storing food. Not today, anyway.
Hygiene, don't you know.
Pacfico is coloured White, his TwoIC is a white blonde but the bad guy is coloured grey.   
Question. If the Galapagos islands are part of Ecuador, wouldn't fishing there be illegal?
Question!
If Arana is the boss, why does he go himself and not send a flunky.
Page #24. Interesting Recipes and the scanner has forgotten to remove a bookmark. But the page is repeated on Page #25.
Art work, primitive but the artist was trying.
Something different on Monday.


 

[crashryan]

We, the People

Though the window to reply to Group #367 has closed, I just can't let this pass without comment.

I think I've mentioned before that Dad was in the Navy. I spent my fifth and sixth years (1955-1956) in the Philippines where he worked in the Shore Patrol. On weekends Dad would rent a car and we'd tour the island of Luzon. We lived in a rented house across the road from the local open-air market. My brother and I would often visit there. Being kids, everybody loved us and we loved everybody.

Dad's stint in the P.I. was followed by an assignment at a Naval station in Alabama. It was 1957, in the heart of Jim Crow. I'll always be grateful for those two years in the Philippines, surrounded by people who didn't look like me, often couldn't speak my language, and always treated me kindly, like any other kid. It was because of those two years that when we reached Alabama I was able to see the insanity of racial segregation.

I'll never forget the time I accidentally drank from the "Colored" drinking fountain in a department store. Mom yanked me away in mid-drink. As she did I happened to notice the pipes feeding the fountains. A single pipe split at a Y-connection, one branch serving the "Whites" fountain and the other the "Colored" fountain. My seven-year-old brain reeled at the irrationality of building identical fountains next to each other, serving the very same water, then dictating which fountain you could use based on your skin color.

As Mom pulled me back from the fountain I looked up at her. I expected her to be angry. She wasn't even looking my way. Instead she was looking about anxiously wearing a panicked expression. It wasn't my inappropriate drink that concerned her, it was the possibility that someone had seen the incident and would give her hell for being a bad mother.

The sanctimony in the last panel on page 4 makes me want to puke. "Colored people have nice schools," the kid whines, "wouldn't it be fair to have separate schools just so long as they were equal?" I had two years to observe "separate but equal" in action. Separate it was, but equal it definitely wasn't. The self-satisfied father in this comic sums the attitude up eloquently with the line "We all got along just fine."

In Alabama our landlord, Mr Flowers, owned a large farm and nursery. His Black farm workers lived with their families in ramshackle cottages behind the barn. One weekend Dad took my brother and me Gulf fishing. Fortune smiled and we went home with a huge catch of red snapper. Our fridge proved too small to hold it all and we didn't have a separate freezer. Rather than let it go to waste, Dad took the excess fish over and shared it with the farm families.

The next day while Dad was mowing the lawn Mr Flowers drove up. He was obviously riled as he strode up to Dad. "What's this I hear," he said brusquely, "about you giving some fish to my people without my permission?" Dad, himself a Southern boy, was no progressive, but twenty years seeing the world in the Navy had left him with a generous helping of common sense. He looked Mr Flowers in the eye and said evenly, "They aren't your people; they're just people. I couldn't use the fish and they could." Then he just stood quietly and returned Mr Flowers' gaze. Mr Flowers finally turned, huffed back to his car, and drove off. That was the end of the matter. I was never more proud of Dad than I was on that day.

[Quirky Quokka]

We, the People

Though the window to reply to Group #367 has closed, I just can't let this pass without comment.

I think I've mentioned before that Dad was in the Navy. I spent my fifth and sixth years (1955-1956) in the Philippines where he worked in the Shore Patrol. On weekends Dad would rent a car and we'd tour the island of Luzon. We lived in a rented house across the road from the local open-air market. My brother and I would often visit there. Being kids, everybody loved us and we loved everybody.

Thanks for sharing your story, Crashryan - That was really interesting and a perfect illustration of the insanity of segregation. Well done to your father. If everyone had the chance to mix with people of different backgrounds and ethnic groups, there would be a lot less division in the world.

Cheers

QQ