Bellefonte, Pa, October 10, 1924. C—————————————————— OUR FUNNY FELLOWS OF THE PAST. By L. A. Miller. The funny fellows of today are not ‘pearly so numerous as they were some years ago. 2 pparently funny - men, like dogs have their day. A few have attained lasting fame, but the - greater number are short lived. Some flashed like meteors across the liter- _ ary horizon, lighting up the cold, gray clouds of reality for a moment, then died out leaving the clouds colder and darker than before. : Then there are those whose fun is woven into a woof of fact so deftly that the bright colors and pleasing figures cannot disappear in a flash. This is called fun, but it is not; at least not in the sense that fun is gen- erally considered. It is a true picture with the high lights placed on unusu- al spots. The effect is much the same as that produced by touching up the. sallow spots on the human face with bright colors. Exaggeration is not humor. The ‘ludicrous effect produced may pro- voke a laugh, but it is of short dura- tion. You may laugh once or twice at a fool who gets off a highly exag- gerated expression, but you soon for- get it, or it becomes stale, and you do not want to hear it again. Jud The same is true with funny pic- tures. An outlandish cut will often amuse for a moment, but there is nothing about it that is worth remem- bering; in fact, persons possessed of any refinement at all want to forget such things as quickly as possible. They are unpleasant companions for an idle or quiet hour. A carefully drawn caricature, however, is differ- ent. It merely emphasizes the lead- ing characteristic, thereby recalling forcibly the more familiar features of the subjects. Among the early funny fellows was “Sut Lovegood.” His forte was in get- ting into bad boxes, after the style of Peck’s Bad Boy. The hornet was his principal ally, and he rarely fail- ed to get into a nest himself, or get his old dad or mam, or the old mule into it. There was an earnestness about these sketches that led the av- erage country boy to imagine that they were founded on fact. So popu- lar did they become that a school ex- hibition without a “Sut Lovegood” was a dead failure. The furore, how- ever, died out, the fun dwindled down to a few stale dregs and was thrown aside. The fame of “Doesticks” was more enduring. He was quite versatile and made a great many friends. His trou- ble was a disposition to write too much. His stuff was found every- where, and of all grades. It seemed that he had an idea that all that was necessary to render an expression re- ally funny was for “Doestick” to shape it. He was ambitious to make the world laugh, not so much for the good it would do the world as for the good it would do him, in a financial way. The consequence was that he wrote columns and pages of the ver- iest trash, which sickened the geese that were dropping the golden eggs into his coffers, and they finally ceas- ed their lay. It is said that “Doe- sticks” then berated the world for a lack of appreciation; classed all those as fools who did not laugh whenever he spoke, and finally died in the firm belief that he was a much neglected, if not a much wronged man. Among the first of the well known sentimental humorists to strike the general public real hard, was “Arte- mus Ward.” He wrote not merely for the sake of saying funny things, but to caricature people and fashions. His “wax figgers” gave him an excel- lent opportunity to exhibit prominent people in their true forms and colors. He laid aside all conventionalities, called things by their right names and presented them just as they appeared to him. If a man had any character- istic traits they were made very prom- inent, no matter whether they were complimentary to the man or not. While he rarely used the real names of his victims, the public had little trouble in recognizing in the appar- ently crude, yet most deftly mottled “figgers” the leaders of all prominent movements of the day. His lectures on Mormonism probably did more to- wards establishing the character of that institution in the public mind than all else that ever was written or said about it. He exaggerated great- ly, it is true, but only where it was needed. His effort was not to distort or to falsify, but to emphasize facts and make them stand out boldly. Thomas Nast certainly ranked next to Artemus Ward as a caricaturist. His work was all with the pencil. Nevertheless, he was one of the funny fellows. Those who remember his marvelous work during the Tweed campaign in New York, will probably be unable, though they try ever so hard, to recall a single instance where he failed to make a good portrait of his subject. The secret of his success was the fact that he drew the figures true to life; not as a camera would have shown them, but as they appear- ed when their true characters were known. So carefully had he studied his subjects that he could almost por- try their thoughts, and so clear was his conception of the characteristic features that he could make them rec- ognizable if only an eye, a nose, or a: tuft of hair were visible. At first glance there was something funny about these sketches, but the smile which they provoked soon faded when the figures were seen to be true to life. That which was supposed to be mere idle fancy, became solemn fact. James G. Blaine, General Butler, General Grant and other noted men would be recognized more readily today from Nast’s sketches than from any other pictures ever published. Not that he gives the outlines of the faces more, correctly, but because he emphasizes their prominent features. Who does not remember Butler's “off eye,” Blaine’s puffy nose and bulging eyes, and Grant's firm grip on his cigar? Every one of these contained more of the men than could possibly have been crowded into a photograph. Other caricaturists have done clev- RE Puck, yet there is a coarseness about them, a mistaken conception or mis- understanding of the spirit of the sub- ject, that detracts greatly from the force of many of the pictures. Among the candidates for public favor none seemed to be making more headway than Life. They always showed a tartness, directness and keenness, both with the pen and pen- cil work, which not only pleases, but edifies as well. Mark Twain, when he first began the funny business, struck a popular vein, but he worked it out. “Inno- cence Abroad,” the first of his more pretentious works, was the best of the lot. Had he quit book-making when that was finished he would have been more famous than he is today. Real- ly the best of his work was the best he ever did. There was no straining after funny situations, but merely the noting down of ‘such as occurred to him without effort. Of all the more agreeable, jolly and popular of our sentimental humorists none outrank “Bob Burdette. As a rule funny fellows are bilious and cranky, but he is neither. He laughs and talks and sings as if there was nothing but sunshine over and him. owever, he was not a funny fellow, or at least never professed to be one. He was always regarded as a natural artist and devoted himself to sentimental word painting. He rare- ly caricatured by adding additional color to the already prominent fea- tures of his subjects, but rather by changing the high lights and brushing off the false colors, thereby showing | them in new lights. Bob, as he is fa- miliarly called, had a faculty that is possessed by few humorists; that is, a way of getting up under the jacket and nestling close to the heart. He causes tears and laughter to mingle like sunshine and showers; recalls halcyon days to the old, and fills the hearts of the young with bright an- ticipations. He always dealt justly with his subject, even if it were a mule, so that neither man or beast would be able to face him in the final judgment and say he did them a | wrong. It was not because he was afraid to hurt anybody, but because he didn’t want to do anything that he could not recall with pleasure. Easy to Lose Way in British Guiana Bush British Guiana bush is a dangerous maze. Savages find their way by means of secret marks, but a tender- foot enters at great risk. The coun- try is five times the size of England, and there are not more than ten white men who have gone into the wilds of the interior, according to D. Banner man Clarke, M. A., general manager of the Aranka Gold, Ltd., of George- town, British Guiana. = “The natives,” he says, “have the most marvelous sense of direction and find their way through the jungle with unerring pre- cision. They have a sort of sign lan- guage; . They make marks on trees which only they understand, and If some one has followed the natives he can always tell how large the party | sible. Except, in’ very unusual cases was, whither they went and just when they passed the given spot, by these curious marks on the trees made with cutlasses. They also leave marks for their own guidance when they turn about and start homeward. Once you know the bush and its hidden sign lan- guage it is almost as easy to get about as in the open, but if a tenderfoot gets lost he is in a hopeless maze ar] has very little chance of getting out alive. Europeans Like Codfish It is a somewhat strange coincidence that no codfish swim nearer the Medi- terranean sea than the banks of New- foundland or Iceland. The dwellers in that part of the world, however, eat cod, salted, and cooked in many and varied forms. New England for many years got its salt from Italy and paid for it with -codfish, sometimes with Old Medford rum. Those days are past. The French explorers who fol- lowed close upon the heels of Colum- bus discovered the virtues of New- foundland cod. Lately curing plants have been established on the Mediter- ranean shores of France—to save one handling since the Mediterranean peoples eat se much of it, also because the salt is conveniently dried out from the very salty water of the Medi- terranean. Unable to Oblige An actor was stopped one day by a pretty girl, who pinned a yellow chrysanthemum in his buttonhole, gave him a dazzling smile and hurried off without a word. The actor went on his way and that