Treasure Chest
(1) I could swear we had another issue of this lovely comic earlier in the Reading Group but I can't for the life of me work out when or where. Anyhow, let's go boldly on...
Things kick off with a good old-fashioned dose of reds-under-the-bed scare mongering thanks to J Edgar Hoover, who also writes the foreword. In other times I would have laughed at this, but given the shit-storm Mr Putin has released on our previously peaceful world, maybe there's a grain of truth in it after all. Anyhow, perestroika is well and truly over, I'm gonna go check under the bed again tonight. Lovely art by Reed Crandall.
Chuck White is heading for Canada, I can only say, "Mercy, saints alive boys, looks like we got us a convoy!" I guess CB radio was topical at the time. Why they're going I just can't say, my my, is it Armageddon already? Saved only by the artwork of Fran Matera, of whom more here: https://www.lambiek.net/artists/m/matera_fran.htm
Rafer Johnson was obviously a great sportsman of his day, and (2), he did it all with God's help. (2) A lot of great sportsmen and women seem to attribute their successes to God, so maybe I missed out on something there. I was always crap at sports, but it never occurred to me to ask for help.
Two more pages from Fran Matera on the Statue of Liberty. I prefer Lou Reed's version:
(3) "Give me your tired, your hungry, your poor, I'll piss on 'em
That's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death
And get it over with, and just dump 'em on the boulevard."
Lyrics from "Dirty Boulevard" on the 1989 "New York" album.
I've always had a dark sense of humour.
What does your city's name mean?
Well, three out of five say (4) "We stole this place from the Indians."
See what I mean?
The Champ & The Pirates is a little hard to understand shorn of previous issues, but the art of Frank Borth https://www.lambiek.net/artists/b/borth_frank.htm does a lot to make it worth a read. The basic background suggests that The Champ is a fat kid who sometimes makes good, though he doesn't seem to manage in this episode. And surely they're not really pirates?
Father John goes to Paris. Some guys have all the luck.
Lloyd Ostendorf, noted artist with an Abe Lincoln fixation, graces the pages of this story of St Anthony of Padua. He gives up a life of luxury to become a follower of St Francis of Assisi. When the people won't listen to his gospels he talks to the animals, or in this case fishes and a mule. What a guy! Again the quality of the artwork does a lot to make this worth seeing.
Artistically pretty good, but after years of playing the Devil's music, I'm not sure I'm the right man to get the message here. Lovely choice though, Robb, appreciated.
All the best
K1ngcat
(1) No, our Reading Group hasn't reviewed any other issues of "Treasure Chest" before this one. I checked through the list posted above in the
"Put Your Book Suggestions here:" thread, from April 2021, and checked every thread, individually, after that, and no cigar! You must be remembering a discussion over that series in The "Comments Made On Our Books' Section, soon after one was uploaded. I also remember an interesting discussion of a book from that series.
(2) As much as I can't understand the religious idea that The All-Powerful Creator of The Universe , who can do anything wants, and creates a planet which operates on its own (after its creation), and if things go against his liking, he INTERVENES, interfering with the supposed "free will". IF The Creator of everything is all-powerful, EVERYTHING and action comes from HIM, why does he feel the need to intervene very infrequently, and blame Humankind for straying from the path HE prefers, and so intervenes, and also intervenes to help Humankind when they have been behaving in an approved way, by interfering with free will by changing what otherwise would have happened in history by answering their prayers only because they formally asked for that help? Wouldn't a Creator who knows and sees all and is above time have already known they would want that help, and have already scheduled it in their life plans? I'd better stop with this religious tangent before I get permanently banned.
Regardless of that conundrum, I just want to make the point that it seems more likely to me that those athletes were likely thanking God that they were born with healthy bodies, and body parts conducive to excellent athletic performance (i.e. tensile ligaments and tendons, long limbs strong bones good frame to take on muscle weight, good hand-eye coordination, good eyesight, etc, and also for making their characters such that they had the desire and discipline, and fortitude to dedicate a large portion of their time and effort to achieving their sports goals, because they enjoy participating in their sport so much. I doubt that they prayed to God to help them become top-notch athletes, and are thanking him for granting their wishes.
(3) Funny! I've never heard that song by Lou Reed, - but that impression of New York was right down the alley with MY first impression of the place, in 1969. I've never been there again, outside of stopovers for plane changes, in Kennedy Airport (about 30 times).
(4) I couldn't resist looking up the meanings of the names of my main home towns:
Winnipeg means "Muddy Waters" in The Cree language. Interesting that I've been a Blues fan from an early age, and Muddy Waters was always my favourite Blues singer!!
West Kildonan was named after the western area of Kildonan, which was not included in the incorporation of the Manitoban town of Kildonan. It was founded by immigrants from the Scottish town of Kildonan, on the Island of Arran, in The Firth of Clyde(who bought the land from The Hudson's Bay Company in 1812. "Kildonan", in Scottish Gaelic, was named after a wooden church in a wooded area, the church, in turn, named honouring Saint Donan.
"Chicago" was named Shekâkôhaki, a Sauk word meaning "land of onions." Homewood means a wooded area containing a home.
Den Haag was named for an organised farming area with its different crop individual fields bounded (e.g. fenced off) by hedges (hedge rows).
"Wadi es Sir" in Arabic language means "the river or creek canyon or stream bed, one can walk through".
"Gonder" means "beside the lake" in Amharic (Ethiopian) language.
"Gedaref" (Al Qadareef) in Arabic means "Place of The Judges".
The village in which I reside, in Denmark, means "small clearing (in the forest), in Danish. The tiny village in which I dwell in The Netherlands means "old, not (quite?) a village", as opposed to its nearest neighbouring "not quite a village", which is named "New, not quite a village". Maybe OUR tiny, not quite a village, is still low enough in Human population to fail to reach the bar of villagehood (e.g. not be designated as an official village). But our newer neighbour, with several hundred people, has certainly been a village at least for a few hundred years.