ASK me: Word Balloons on Covers

Ken Scudder wants to know something…

Big fan of pretty much everything you've done except your ill-considered attacks on cole slaw.

Stupid question, so I thought to ask you. Back when comic covers were more than just pin-ups having nothing to do with the story, more often than not they had word balloons. Many of these were variations on "Superman, you've got to save xxx" and Superman just sitting on his Kryptonian ass ignoring it. My stupid question — who wrote those word balloons? Dumb follow-up — how was this coordinated with the cover artist?

I thank you for your time and attention to this highly trivial matter.

Most of the time, covers started out with a sketch that may or may not have been by the person who did the finished art. During the time Carmine Infantino was in an executive position at DC Comics, he did most of these sketches, often consulting with the book's editor, and Carmine approved and fiddled with those he didn't do. At Marvel during the same period, Stan Lee had approval and the sketches were worked up by a number of folks but mostly Marie Severin or John Romita, everyone working under Stan's supervision and final OK.

If the cover sketch incorporated word balloons or cover blurbs, they were usually planned as part of the layout…so whoever suggested the scene might also suggest the text. These were more or less committee decisions. I sat in once on a cover conference with Infantino and with Julius Schwartz, who was the editor of the book in question. Schwartz suggested a couple of different wordings until they hit on one Infantino liked.

Carmine moved from being an artist for DC into an executive position by suggesting a reason that the management there could believe as to why Marvel was increasing its market share and DC's was declining. They would never accept the premise that maybe the Marvel books were better but they could accept that maybe Marvel's covers were more exciting. Most of the DC editors at the time designed their own covers and these men were not for the most part, artists. They came up with covers with intriguing (they hoped) plot twists but not interesting visuals.

Look at the Superman covers from this period and you'll see an awful lot that show The Man of Steel standing around…and you don't know what's intriguing about the situation depicted unless you read the word balloons. Infantino argued successfully that covers should be designed by artists who could make the visuals exciting…and he got himself a job.

Once a cover was drawn, both Stan and Carmine liked to fiddle with it. This is less true of the folks who've been in charge of covers since then. But sometimes, they'd order changes — some trivial, some major — to an almost-final cover and that often included rewriting the cover copy to make it punchier. Almost anyone in the office could have pitched in on this.

The last few decades though, there is a sense that the purchase of a certain comic book is no longer an impulse buy. A kid is no longer studying at a comic book rack in a 7-Eleven store or market, trying to decide if he'll spend his pocket change on a comic book or a candy bar. So there's less tendency to try and hook a browser with a situation that causes them to think, "I need to buy this and find out how Batman survives what's happening to him on the cover." That kind of cover usually meant expository word balloons.

So we now have less words on covers. We also have artists submitting their own rough sketches and then doing finished art for covers they initially conceived. Most of them tend not to suggest a lot of cover copy.

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Follow-Up

The other day here, I linked to a chunk of an interview that Jon Stewart did for his AppleTV show, The Problem with Jon Stewart. (I like this show, by the way. The only problem I have with The Problem with Jon Stewart is that it's on AppleTV where a lot of folks who oughta see it won't.)

In the episode, Stewart interviewed Leslie Rutledge, the Attorney General of Arkansas about a law that state has enacted that bans gender-affirming medical care for minors. In the excerpt to which I linked, Ms. Rutledge did a pretty awful job of defending the reasoning behind this law. If you watch the whole episode — which you can do here for free — she did an even worse job.

Among other evasions and disingenuous replies, she claimed to not remember which medical experts and organizations had testified about the wisdom of this law when the state held hearings. It sounded like there had to be a lot of them to cause Arkansas to disregard the recommendations of the American Medical Association, The American Association of Pediatrics, The Endocrine Society and others. She said the experts they relied on are listed in the reports on those hearings.

She further said, "We had plenty of people come and testify before the legislature" and that "For all of those physicians, all of those experts, every single one of them, there's an expert that says, 'We don't need to allow children to be able to take those medications…'" Well, Alejandra Caraballo — a Clinical Instructor at Harvard Law School's Cyberlaw Clinic — looked up those reports and she says there were but four "experts."

One, according to Caraballo, is a former plastic surgeon who now runs a Botox clinic and who "never worked with trans patients and has no experience treating gender dysphoria." The others, if we believe Caraballo's findings, sound like they have little to no experience with patients with gender dysphoria but lots of experience opposing gender reassignment. In other words, the "expert" witnesses were selected to present one point of view and there weren't even very many of them. Caraballo tweets about all this in a thread starting here.

Thanks to my pal Bob Elisberg for letting me know about this. I expected it would be a small, lopsided group but I didn't think it would be that small or that lopsided.

Angela Lansbury, R.I.P.

I regret to report that, first of all, Angela Lansbury has died at the age of 96. Secondly, and of vastly less significance, I don't have a personal story about Ms. Lansbury. Never met her. Didn't even see her perform as often as I would have liked. She was always a class act and very, very good in whatever she did. And while it's sad to lose her…my God, what a life. What a career. And was there anyone anywhere who didn't adore her?

ASK me: Odd Credits

From Frank Balkin, I have this…

Hi, Mark — as always I've been enjoying newsfromme.com. I enjoyed your recent columns about onscreen credits — here's one that's always confused me, maybe you'll have some insight on. On the Orson Welles film Touch of Evil, there's an odd title that says "Guest-starring Marlene Dietrich, Zsa Zsa Gabor." How do you have a guest star, or two, in a standalone film, not a series?

I would imagine the answer is the same answer Jonathan Harris gave when folks asked him — as everyone did — why on the Lost in Space TV show, he was billed every week as "Special Guest Star." He said, "My agent got it for me, probably in lieu of better money."

Someone else whose e-mail I can't find wrote to ask me why TV shows these days have so many producer credits, way more than they used to. There are two reasons, one being that if the program wins an Emmy for "Best Show" of its kind and you were important on it, you might not get a statuette unless you had the word "producer" in your credit.  (I have a story to tell about this, one of these days.)

The other is simply money and the studio's desire to pay out as little of it as possible. The agent asks that his client be paid $25,000. The studio counters with "How about $17,500 and a special credit?" Special credits are easy to give as long as they (a) don't go counter to any rules in any union's contract and (b) don't inspire everyone else to demand one.

And they cost nothing.  An agent and a guy in Business Affairs negotiate the wording of that credit, caring little about what it actually suggests. It's just a deal point to them. Agents love to go back to their clients and say, "Hey, I got you a credit that no one else is getting!"  And the guy in Business Affairs loves to go back to his boss and say, "They were demanding $25,000 but I got them down to seventeen-point-five!"

I would guess that's what happened on Touch of Evil. In negotiations, either Marlene or Zsa Zsa got a credit ("in lieu of more money," as Jonathan Harris said) that sounded good to them…and the other one demanded the same special credit. If that isn't the answer then I can't imagine what it would be.

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Mushroom Soup Monday

For those of you unfamiliar with the Ancient Internet Custom that only I follow: When the blogger is known to post every day or almost every day…and there comes a day when he or she is so busy that they may be posting little or nothing…the blogger posts a photo of a can of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom Soup? Why Campbell's Cream of Mushroom Soup? Because Bean with Bacon would be silly.

I have stuff due that needs to be written. I may pop back in with something but I may not. Life can be so uncertain at times.

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We had a wonderful voice cast on The Garfield Show and one of our players was the great actor (and great guy) Jason Marsden. He, like the other performers, made my job easy and I miss those recording sessions.

Jason occasionally shot video while we were working and recently, he edited some of it into a little video. Here it is…

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Doorstep Democracy

Around 8:55 this morning — and remember, today's Sunday — a lady came to my door to urge me to vote for Mark Meuser…and I actually had to ask her who Mark Meuser is. Turns out he's the Republican candidate for Senate in my state, California.

Before we get to the futility of her mission, let's discuss the bad judgement shown by ringing doorbells this early on Sunday morning. I was up but I'm often not up at 8:55 AM. I would think anyone who rings doorbells before 10 or so, no matter how worthy their cause, is going to piss off more people than they convince. In fact, I think that if I wanted to get Mark Meuser elected, I'd go door-to-door even earlier, waking folks up and telling them to vote for his opponent, Alex Padilla.

Now, to the futility: The reason I didn't know who Mark Meuser is is that even though I keep better informed than most voters, I haven't seen or read a word about this race. I get tons of mail that seeks to impress upon me the critical urgency to save mankind as we know it by voting for a certain candidate or a certain way on some proposition. But neither Meuser nor Padilla has sent me so much as a postcard.

There's probably a simple explanation for this. There isn't a lot of polling of a race like this but the ones that exist all have Padilla (D) beating Meuser (R) by around 65% to 35%. That's how California is these days. Even Trump didn't spend a nickel in the '20 election campaigning here. I'm not sure he even insisted he won the state and was cheated. Meuser has about the same chance of winning as I do and I'm not even on the ballot. For Congress, I have my choice of two candidates, both Democrats.

The lady on my front porch and I had a brief conversation that we both knew was not going to swing my vote to this guy I'd never heard of. Her outstanding issue — her sign of the pending apocalypse — is the price of gas, which she blames on Democrats, though she can't explain why. Me, I've decided to blame the price of gas on the people who set the price of oil and on every politician who won't vote to regulate those prices and/or tax windfall profits…which seems to be darn near all of them.

Then she left and I came upstairs here and marked my mail-in ballot for Alex Padilla, which I would have done anyway.

She reminded me of a lady — and I don't think it was the same lady — who came to my door during the 2008 election. I know flashbacks are a thing of the past but let's have one now. It's October 25, 2008…

Last evening, I was napping — or rather, trying to nap — when I heard someone pounding on my door. Turned out, it was a McCain volunteer working the neighborhood, trying to convince folks to save the world from the inexperienced commie-terrorist on the ballot.

We have a simple policy here at Casa Evanier: We don't buy anything from or give any money to anyone who comes to the door that way. Ever. If you were going door-to-door handing out free hundred dollar bills, we'd slam said door in your face. Especially unwelcome are those who think a brief porch visit will prompt me to change my religion…and the McCain worker was perilously close to that category.

Still, she seemed like a nice, sincere person…nice enough that instead of scolding her for waking me up or mocking her for thinking she could possibly make one bit of difference, I talked to her for a few minutes. She admitted that California was a lost cause and even told me that she'd been ringing doorbells all day and didn't think she'd flipped one voter from blue to red. The few positive notes had come from other McCain backers thanking her and encouraging her…but also, she told me, declining to donate cash to a lost cause. I did say to her, "John McCain has written off this state. Don't you think it's about time you did, too?" (For some reason, possibly because I was still half-asleep, I forgot to tell her that I'd already voted. As bad as the odds of her convincing me seemed at the moment, they were actually worse.)

One of two things she said that made an impression on me came when she admitted her efforts wouldn't change the outcome but explained, "I just couldn't sit and do nothing." In other words, she was standing on my welcome mat, not so much for the nation's benefit as her own…and y'know, I could almost respect that. She's not going to swing California's 55 electoral votes over to the McCain column but she might make herself feel a little better for having tried. In a like situation, I think I'd feel like I was compounding the loss, adding a colossal waste of time (mine and others') to all the other bad things I believed to be occurring. But obviously, she and I do not see the world in much the same way.

The other lingering impression was not something she said so much as the urgency in her voice. She's scared…scared Obama might be a secret Muslim and/or radical who'll destroy America with a socialist agenda. (I said, "Yeah, he might even start partially nationalizing banks," but she didn't hear me or didn't get it.) On the one hand, I think the current McCain-Palin crusade to make people feel as she does is great — great because it isn't working. Every day, their campaign demonizes Obama by another notch and every day, another state that formerly seemed bright red moves to pink or even light blue. On the other hand, it's a shame to scare people like that. They panic, they get ulcers, they divide our country and spread apocalyptic visions of the future…and worst of all, they knock on my door and wake me up when I'm trying to sleep. That kind of thing — the waking-me-up part — has got to stop.

So my feelings about people who ring your doorbell and try to sell you a candidate, a religion or gardening services haven't changed. I wonder if that woman's feelings about Barack Obama ever changed. She was worried Barack Obama might destroy America and he was in office eight years and I think the country is still here.

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The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson for 11/24/1978 — David Letterman's first appearance…

The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson for 3/2/1977 — Jay Leno's first appearance…

And you might want to listen to the David Spade/Dana Carvey audio podcast Fly on the Wall and their two part interview with Lorne Michaels. Here's a link to Part One and here's a link to Part Two.

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Sam the Native

The other day here, I wrote about William Conrad and his job as the narrator of the Rocky & Bullwinkle cartoons. A number of you wrote in and reminded me that in an article that I wrote and repurposed for this blog, I told a story that perhaps bears repeating. As noted, those cartoons had a cast of four…and only four. No guest stars…

Some of those Rocky & Bullwinkle cartoons are loaded with one and two-line incidental parts, all well-juggled by the stock company. I tallied one in which June [Foray] played six roles, Bill [Scott] played seven and Paul [Frees] played nine.

Bill Conrad usually supplied only his one, marvelous voice. It occasionally frustrated him that Jay Ward, who directed the sessions, didn't think he was capable of contributing more. One day, he told Jay, "Hey, I can double."

Jay was skeptical but he decided to give it a try. He assigned Conrad a bit part in an episode set on a tropical island. The role was a native named Sam who had only one or two very short speeches. When the proper moment came, Conrad screwed up his mouth, pitched his chords high and spoke in a voice he was sure did not sound like the Narrator.

"Cut," Jay said. "Bill, that sounds too much like the Narrator."

So they did another take. Conrad strained, tightened his larynx and performed the brief dialogue in a voice he thought sounded nothing like the Narrator.

"Cut," Jay yelled. "Too much like the Narrator. Try it again."

So Conrad tried it again and again and again. Ordinarily, actors in Jay Ward cartoons got it on the first take or, at worst, the second. That day, William Conrad set the house record.

Just how many attempts it took, no one is certain. Bill Scott used to change the number every time he told the story. Sometimes, it was eight. Sometimes, ten. Whatever, by the time Jay Ward was satisfied, Bill Conrad was hoarse and drenched in perspiration.

Jay, however, felt the situation was too humorous not to make worse. He called his publicist — a fellow named Howard Brandy, who was properly in tune with the Ward sense o' humor. The next day, Variety and Hollywood Reporter announced that Jay Ward Studios would soon commence production on a new series, spun off from the Bullwinkle series. It was called Sam the Native and the press release proclaimed it would star William Conrad as the voice of the title character.

Conrad knew it was a joke but none of his friends did. For weeks, people stopped him and asked, "Hey, congrats on Sam the Native. What does his voice sound like?" The one time I met him, it was twenty years later and I immediately told him I was still looking forward to the Sam the Native show.

Mr. Conrad's reply cannot be repeated here, this paper having certain standards relating to profanity. I can tell you though that he sounded just like the Narrator.

And I guess I should have added that he laughed while saying it. And of course, he sounded just like the Narrator when he laughed.

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Arkansas was the first state to ban gender-affirming medical care for minors. Jon Stewart recently interviewed the state's Attorney General, Leslie Rutledge, asking her to explain the logic behind this decision. You can watch the entire episode of The Problem with Jon Stewart for free at this link…but watch this excerpt first. That is the face of a woman who deeply regrets having agreed to sit for this interview. And it gets worse for her in the whole conversation…