 The Comic Weekly Man. The Jolly Comic Weekly Man. And I'm here to read the funnies to you happy boys and honeys. Yes, boys and girls, it's Comic Weekly Time. And here I come right into your house to bring a little fun and happiness. Right out of the pages, I've poked the Comic Weekly straight into your living room. Your friend, the Comic Weekly Man. The Jolly Comic Weekly Man. Hello, hello, hello, hello. Hello, hello, hello, hello. Well, little Miss Sunny, how are you today? Oh, and just wonderful, because this is one of my favorite times. Oh, I know what you mean. This is Easter. Yes, I just love Easter, because then I have a wonderful time looking for Easter eggs in the morning. And did the bunny leave you lots of eggs this year? Yes, he left. The bunny left you chicken eggs? A chicken or chicken eggs? Like eggs. Oh, yes, that's the wonderful thing about bunnies. On Easter morning, they always make the eggs taste like chicken eggs. That's one of their tricks. Were they very pretty eggs? Oh, yes. Oh, the ones with stars were laid by the bunny who was good in school. Oh, then it was. And now, I hope you can read me the bunnies and read about Bear Rabbit, because he's one of my favorites, too. Puck the Comic Weekly? Very well, I will in just a moment. But before I do, let's listen to this nice man. Now, here we go with Puck the Comic Weekly. And on the first page, here's Hop along Cassidy. Oh, and I'm Hoppy, and Philip is that boy he was helping. Well, let's read now and find out. So here we go with Hop along Cassidy on page one. Magic words for the music, please. Very well, my lady. Six guns blazing as he thunders along. Give us music for Hop along. California and Lucky have been captured by the sheriff's posse. And first picture, Lucky, who was in a cell at the jail, is saying to the deputy, we didn't kidnap Don Felipe. Turn us loose. Second picture, California says, yeah, we'll Hop along Cassidy hears you this. The deputy just sneers and says, yeah, he will soon. I reckon is how sheriff makes in the posse that they have caught up with him by now. Meanwhile, Hoppy has taken Felipe home to his father's ranch. The sheriff, led by Sloat and his men, followed Hoppy there. And last picture, second row, the sheriff is saying to Hoppy, you aren't smart at yourself, Cassidy. Seeing the law closing in, you'll beat us here to Don Ramon's with a twisted yarn of how you saved young Felipe from kidnappers. And Felipe's father, Don Ramon, says, oh, gracias, Sheriff, for arresting this fraud. First picture, next row, the sheriff says, well, you can thank Sloat here for warning me in time. The town jail won't seem so lonesome now with Cassidy and his pards as guests. Sloat snarls. Let's get started, Sheriff. The men mount. And as they gallop off, Sloat says to the sheriff, I'd lay odds that Cassidy and those two collutes are behind all the recent raids on Don Ramon's how she ended. The sheriff replies, well, if so, you've done real vista a big favor, Sloat. At this point, Sloat and his outlaws bid farewell to the sheriff who gallops off first picture, next row. Sloat sends his men back to the shack. And first picture, next row, he takes a deserted road, back trail, for the town of real vista, so he won't be seen by the sheriff. First picture, bottom row, Sloat's in the local tax collector's office and is reporting to an oily looking man sitting behind a desk. And the sheriff's holding three strangers for trial of kidnapping Don Felipe Madeira. The man sits back in his chair, smiles smugly, and says, last picture, well, I'd hate to be in their boots if an unruly mob decided not to wait for a trial. Sloat smiles, evilly, saying, yeah, that's what I've been thinking. I think he's trying to get Sloat to rouse the citizens against Hoppy and his pal so they'll break open the jail and take Hoppy out and lynch him. Oh, my goodness, that's against the law. I know, but some mean people often do that. That's terrible. I wonder what's going to happen. Well, maybe something will come up. So let's wait till next week to find out. All right. Now? Is it begin? Well, let's turn over the page and see. All right. It's by those savage men. Yes, he's gone to the mountain to hunt shami skins, so the monks and the monastery would have warm clothes. And just as he was going back, all loaded down with lots of skins, he was attacked by the savage men that you call the bar-bar-bar-bar. That's right, the barbarians. Yes, that's what I said. But Val got away from them by climbing a mountain ridge over their heads. And so please read. I'm anxious to see if he gets away all right. All right, here we go, with Prince Valiant in the days of King Arthur. Heck at bracket, Gray Malkin and Quince, music romantic for a fair, fair prince. The barbarians shoot at Val, who climbs the ridge above them, beyond range of their arrows, as he seeks a way to get above and around them. At last picture, his plight is desperate. Night is falling, and his clothing is soaked with melting snow. But at last, first picture, next roll, Val sees a wide ledge. But can he safely cross the snow slope between? Between the two rocks lies a space of about 10 feet of snow that's frozen hard. Val wonders if it's strong enough to hold him. If it doesn't, he'll fall to the rocks 100 feet below. But behind you are the barbarians. Val has no choice. Last picture of the roll, cautiously he starts, fearful of starting an avalanche. A few feet from his goal, the slope gives a sickening lurch. And Val leaps for the ledge. And he's not a second too soon, for a dark crevasse appears and widens, and then the snow falls away. And Val, safe on the rock, knows there can be no return. Then swiftly night falls, and Val realizes he'll freeze if he doesn't do something quickly. So second picture, bottom roll. He dances about to send the blood circulating and warm his chill body. Then, thoroughly warm, he removes his clothing and rings the damp clothes as dry as possible. Then after dressing again, he makes out with a chilly meal from one of the chamois which he'd been carrying. Then he digs a cave in the snow and wraps himself up in the damp chamois hides. And here, sheltered from the winter wind, he snuggles in and hopes to survive the cold, cold night. Yes, I hope the hides of the chamois keep him warm enough to stay alive and safe through the night. I hope so too. But we'll learn more about this next week. Now, how would you? Oh, I just love it. Well, since you're so anxious to read Rare Rabbit, let's turn over the page and go past Jungle Jim. Turn over another page. And there, on page seven, is Uncle Remus and his tales of Rare Rabbit. Say the magic words with me. Hippity hoppity make it a habit to give us music for old Rare Rabbit. Uncle Remus says, their trouble with rare foxes, he thinks about everybody too much. Yeah, especially about Rare Rabbit. A rare sparrow flies to Rare Rabbit. And he says excitedly, hey, hey, hey, I just see rare fox building a trap. And Rare Rabbit says, oh, it couldn't be for anyone else but me. Well, come on, come on. And Brass Waller leads Rare Rabbit off to where Rare Fox is building the trap. Rare Rabbit hides behind a big rock. And he sees Rare Fox weaving a trap out of willow wands. And Rare Fox is singing, rabbits do all of you. And Rare Rabbit sees Rare Fox tying a rope to the top of the tree. And he throws the rope over the top of a limb and pulls the trap up over the limb of the tree. And then he ties the other end of the rope to a little stake he's driven in the ground. And Rare Fox says, this is the best un-getting-out-of-trap I have ever built. Last picture top row, Rare Fox turns to a basket of asparagus saying, and spar grass for bait. Rare Rabbit says, suckers for spar grass. And he begins to stick the asparagus in the ground underneath the trap. And Rare Fox says, first picture bottom rope, Brass Rabbit is going to get all the spar grass he wants. And then I is going to get all the rabbit that I want. Ha, ha, ha. Rare Rabbit has ideas too. He takes his slingshot out of his pocket, takes careful aim at the stake at the end of the rope, and then let's fly. The stone knocks the stake loose, releasing the trap. It falls, trapping Rare Fox. And last picture he howls, and Rare Rabbit throws him a handful of asparagus. As Rare Sparrow says, Rare Fox is going to get mighty sick of living on spar grass. And Rare Rabbit giggles, well, it's better for him than rabbits do. And Uncle Rima says, a real friend is the one what gets there ahead of the need. He has set a trap for a nice little rabbit like Rare Rabbit so he could make rabbits do out of it. Yes, well, it often happens that when you try to do dirt to the other fellow, the dirt comes right back in your own face. And yes, and I'm glad it happened to Rare Fox. It served him right. It certainly did. And now let's turn over to the last page of the first section and see what's there. All right. Oh, it's Flash Gordon. And I'm anxious to read that because Flash is in a new rocket ship that he made, and he's trying to get back down to Earth. And just as he was nearing Earth, a meteor, which is a falling star, came toward them. And Flash had to turn his side so they wouldn't be hit. But then he couldn't control the rocket ship. And I'm anxious to know if they'll be able to get back down to the Earth. Well, let's find out right now. So here we go with Flash Gordon. Riga Riga Doon Doon, Saskia Matash. Let's sub music for Heroic Flash. Flash's rocket is heating up like a shooting star in Earth's outer air. Flash says to Dale, our break rockets won't hold. We've got to turn around and use our tail rockets to slow us down. Turning his rocket around end-for-end with the gyroscope, Flash breaks with swiftly increasing power as he plunges toward Earth, not far from New York. Land-based jets leap up to check on the strain's visitor from space. Closer and closer he falls to Earth. And as he comes spinning backward to the ground, last picture, top row, he almost checks his fall. But the rocket lands heavily on its tail end and topples to Earth, shaking up its two passengers. There was wild excitement in the countryside because Flash has landed in a small community in the park. Naturally, the people there are completely amazed to see this unusual rocket ship coming to Earth in such a strange manner. And in no time, there was a small crowd gathered around the rocket ship. First picture, bottom row, Flash opens the hatch to his ship. And here's the plan asks, are they men from Mars? Hey, look, one's a girl. An officer reaches for his gun. Flash waves good, naturally, and says, hey, don't shoot, officer. We've just come home from a long trip. When the people on Earth learn it's Flash Gordon and Dale who have landed, there's a great celebration. And before they know it, they're receiving a record-breaking reception as the first persons who ever traveled in space. A big parade is held in Flash and Dale's honor. And they're taken on a tour of the city. Down Broadway they go, sitting on the top of their car, there is thousands cheering. Photographers take pictures, and Dale is so happy. And Flash smiles at her. Well, we're really home. So am I. I'm glad they have since enough to know he's a hero. I wonder what'll happen next week. Well, if I know Flash Gordon, I wouldn't be surprised if a new adventure started. Well, now, on the first page of the second section of Puck the County Weekly. All right, I'll read them in just a moment. But first here's that nice man again with something interesting to say. Here we go again with Puck the Comic Weekly. And on the first page of the second section, Dagwit and Blondie. Magic words for the music, please. Very well, my lady. Ram-a-foo, ram-a-fum, zim-zam-zombie. Conjure me music for Dagwit and Blondie. Beauty parlor, and I'll be back in an hour. Dagwit calls to Blondie. Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute. Pass this check for me at the back on your way. I need some money. I'm broke. A little later, a delivery boy is at the door. Last picture, top row, saying to Dagwit, package from Mrs. Bomstead, $22, collect. Dagwit exclaims, oh, boy, I haven't a set until Blondie returns. And this is her dress for the party tonight. Dagwit tells the delivery boy to wait a minute. He dashes over to Herb Woodley's house. He asks Herb first picture next row. Hey, Herb, will you please lend me $22 for one of these? Once again, Herb sees a chance to make some money out of Dagwit, and he says, what will you put up for security? Dagwit drops to his knees, and he says, you can hold me for an hour. I'll put myself up for security. Herb puffs on his pipe, and then says, OK, that's a deal. So he hands Dagwit the money. Dagwit dashes back to the delivery boy. And last picture, the row says, here's your $22 for the dress. And Herb takes Dagwit by the hand, saying, now come on. Remember, you belong to me, body and soul, for one hour. Ha, ha, ha, ha. And back to Herb's house they go. First picture next row, Dagwit is sitting in the corner, bound hand and foot, as Herb sits at a desk, figuring out how much money he's going to make for a loaning Dagwit with a $22. And Herb says, the interest on the loan will be 3% for the first hour and 6% for each additional hour. Dagwit snorts, some fine friend. Meanwhile, Blondie is downtown at the beauty parlor. And the sales girl says to Herb, and why don't you let me give you a appointment, Mrs. Bombstead, it'll just take a few hours longer. And Blondie replies, OK, Sally, I have plenty of time. Last picture of the row, Herb says gleefully, ha, ha, ha. The interest is piling up. It's almost three hours. Just then the doorbell rings and he goes to the door. And first picture bottom row finds Blondie there. She says, Herbert, Dagwit's not home. You know where he is? Sure. I've got him locked up in our clothes closet. And he leads her back to the house. And he opens the closet door. And Dagwit falls out. And Blondie sees Dagwit bound hand and foot. Her hat pops off in surprise. And Herb chuckles devilishly. You can have him back for $25.30. Naturally, Blondie gives Herb the Dagwit, or give the money. And as she carries Dagwit home, last picture, Herb counts his money saying, personally, I wouldn't have paid that much to get him back. And Blondie answers angrily. Well, after all, he's my husband. Oh, Dad. Oh, I wouldn't be too worried. This is only a funny story, especially for the funny papers. Oh, that's right. But don't they do the funniest things? Yes, they do. Oh, look, right underneath Blondie, there's Roy Rogers. And I'll read that right now. So here we go on page one of the second section of Puck the Comic Weekly with Roy Rogers. Say the magic words with me. Ah, yip-pio, now here we go with Roy and Trigger. Ah, yip-pio. It's a day of the Wild West show. As Roy and Dangerfield enter the ring, the escaped convict handles Baldwin, disguised as a cowboy. Turns the wild bull loose. Roy sees the bull coming at him and yells to Dangerfield. Hey, jump to one side. He'll go, you try to keep moving. I've got an idea. Dangerfield jumps aside, not a second too soon. Roy quickly pulls his revolver, and with one shot cuts the rope, holding a red banner on a pole. The banner falls to the ground. And as Dangerfield comes running by, last picture top roll, Roy yells, keep running. He's headed in the right direction. Roy whips the banner across the bull's eyes. The bull trips and falls to the ground. First picture, bottom roll. Hey, yip-pio, Roy! Dangerfield is safe. Handles Baldwin, who is watching from behind a pillar, growls, ah, dread it. My scheme to fix Rogers and that showman, Dangerfield, backfired. But I ain't finished yet. At that moment, one of the men standing nearby sees Baldwin and yells, hey, there's that escaped jailbird. Handles Baldwin, get him. Roy turns and hollers. You're not getting away this time, Baldwin. I am to keep my promise and deliver you to the sheriff alive. And he runs for Baldwin. Your last picture leaps in the saddle of a horse standing nearby. Now, let go of that bridal. And a cowboy named Jeff, holding the reins of the horse says, get off that horse. It's a wild problem. Well, next week we'll find out. Now, oh, I think it's time for, uh, Oh, it's time for Dick's adventures. We haven't read him yet, you know? Oh, yes. Dick's adventures. So let's turn over to the very last page. I'm hearing. And there's been a big battle between the English and the Americans. But the Americans lost. The army's retreated before the overwhelming force of the British. I wonder what's going to happen to Dick now? Well, let's read and find out. So here we go with Dick's adventures. Say the magic words with me. Rekety-pack, kazak, kazik. That's our music for adventurous Dick. Dick and his disheartened brothers-in-arms retreat before the overpowering British and Hessians driving on Philadelphia. It's a disastrous end to the battle of Brandywin Crick in the year 1776. In the enveloping darkness and fog, Dick is cut off from his friends. The foes all around him. Last picture, top row, Dick finds himself alone in the underbrush, hearing movements in the dark about him. As he sits there quietly, he says to himself unhappily. She's whipping us like dogs. And we're going to fight back like wolves. First picture, next row, a thought comes to him, and he says, hey, what about our Navy? Didn't we have a Navy in the Revolutionary War? Hey, what about John Paul Jones? The next instant, Dick finds himself on board an old-time armed vessel, fast and small, flying the American flag. This is the Ranger, now on the high seas, 3,000 miles from home. Dick shakes his head and looks around. Just as the sailor, last picture, the row, says to him, Skipper's been yelling for you, sir. Dick asks in surprise. Skipper, John Paul Jones? And he heads for the cabin. First picture, bottom row, Dick faces a handsome young man who's seated at a desk. This is Captain John Paul Jones, one of the most famous sea captains in American history. Jones says, I want you to take the next watch of the master, Dick. Keep your eyes peeled for British ships when they're on that coast. Aye, aye, sir. Last picture, Dick is climbing up the mast head to take his place at the watch, at the very top of the forward mast, a pole in the ship's deck that holds up the sails. As he climbs higher and higher, he says, it's like climbing a wobbly ladder up the sky. Gee whiz, I better not tell anybody I never did this before. Such a small boy to climb way up to the top of a mast of a ship in the wind when it's wiggling in the waves like that. Oh, you bet your life it is. You have to hang on tight. I don't think I'd like to do that. Oh, it's lots of fun. Once you get up there. Well, I guess. Yes, you're much safer that way. Just think, Dick is with Captain John Paul Jones. He was really a very brave sailor, wasn't he? I should say so. And I think we're going to see some exciting adventures with John Paul Jones. Oh, goody. Oh, now, look, right underneath Dick's adventures, here's Rusty Rally. And this is getting very mysterious. Yes, a man named Smith has learned that Rusty bought the painting as landlady had sold. And at the airport, he discovered Tex as the man he's after. To keep his eye on Tex, he's asked Tex if he could ride to Kentucky with him in the truck. Well, I hope Tex doesn't let him ride along with him because you never can tell what'll happen. I don't trust this man. Well, let's find out now. So here we go with Rusty Rally. Gallop and run till the road is dusty. Give us music for us horse and Rusty. Tex says to the young man, well, I'd sure like to give you a ride, partner. But with a valuable horse aboard, I just don't know. Smith replies, sure, I understand. And I don't blame you. But I assure you, I'm not a hoodlum. I'm an artist. Well, you sure don't look like the kind of humbry that would be boning a ride. Well, the fact is, I'm temporarily out of funds. And well, I have to get to Lexington. Well, I don't have to get to Lexington. Well, OK, mister, we'll take you along. You can call me Tex. Mrs. Rusty, what's your moniker? Oh, hello, Rusty. Just call me Smitty. Well, I'm glad to know you, Smitty. Last picture of the road, Tex says. Hey, them fancy duds ain't exactly the best thing for riding a crook. I got an extra jacket in the back. Rusty'll get it for you and hang your coat in the locker. What do you say? Smith takes off his coat, saying, thanks. Very good idea. Very kind of you. First picture bottom row, they're on their way. And Rusty is saying, hey, do you say you're an artist, sir? Do you paint pictures for the magazines, maybe? Smith says hesitantly, well, not exactly. I'm really a draftsman, mechanical, you know. Hours later, they're out in the country, well along their way to Kentucky. Tex slows down saying, well, this is about as far as we can go for today. Get Big Blaze out so he can stretch his legs, Rusty. Well, I picture some chow. As Tex lets down the ramp on the back of the truck, Rusty hops in and pats Big Blaze in. Easy there, big boy. You're going out for a while. Hey, what's that envelope on the floor? How much to hop down a Smithy's coat when I hung it up? He reaches down and he picks up the envelope. Last picture exclaimed. Collie, this is an airplane ticket to Lexington. Gee willikens, why should he beg a ride with us when he could have flown? Mr. Smith is going to be an embarrassing spot when Tex asks him why he asked for a ride in the truck when he had that ticket in his pocket. Yes, meet. Well, I'm afraid you'll have to wait, because that's all the time I have. But before I go, here's that nice fella with some more interesting information. Well, honey, and all your boys and girls, I've got to go now. All right, next week. OK, that's a date. And the date with all your boys and girls, be sure to meet me with our little friend Miss Honey next week when I read Puck the Comic Weekly. Or I'm the Comic Weekly man, the Jolly Comic Weekly man. I'll be back to read the bunnies. Do you happy boys and bunnies? Don't forget, boys and girls, see you all next week. Your friend, the Comic Weekly man, the Jolly Comic Weekly man.