I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

A “friend” with access to a massive archive of every Playbill ever lent me this to scan. She did so covertly and somewhat illegally, though she commented that the archive has suffered from light-fingered acquisition in the past by less moral people who don’t plan on giving it back.

"How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying" April 1962
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Cover b/w with spot yellow on the masthead. Oddly not the logo/poster image of the show.

Here’s the logo in a Tie-In Ad to take the “Original Cast Recording” home with you. I once referred to a Broadway album as a “soundtrack” and John Flynn gave me a mental bitch slap and a withering eye roll.

The main change from today’s Playbill bios—no Law & Order credits listed. (FLASH! Robert Morse has never been on ANY Law & Order! Terrible!)

The ads are a delight! Almost all for cigarettes, booze, and cars with the dimensions of drugstore candy boxes. And, like the Playbill of today, upscale makeup ads.

I wonder if you need a certification test to use the title “International Humorist”

There also is an article on wide belts.

ADDITION: After a demand for “More Morse!” from one J. Klausner, I have an unrelated screen shot from “The Loved One,” a fantasti-terrible adaption of the short novel by Evelyn Waugh

This is my fireside chat. Hello America. I have a matter of grave importance to discuss and the only venue appropriate for it is my little-read and even-less-posted-in blog.

Now, I don’t “take stands” or “believe in anything” normally, but I’m drawing a line in the sand. And then two dots above that line to make “eyes.” And then I’m going to piss all over it.

We all need to stop using smileys. Seriously. It’s gone on long enough. Unless you are a small child or the type of person who punctuates all their hand-written communications (done in purple glitter gel ink) with frequent hand-drawn smiley faces or stickers—in which case, you have bigger problems—there is no excuse.

Stop using smileys. I hate them and they are terrible.

My reasoning for hating smileys—irrational as it may be—is that the writer employing them is either too lazy or has too small a vocabulary to convey the tone he wants using words. Also he’s insulting my intelligence my assuming I won’t “get” that they’re joking without a symbolic command that I should be smiling.

He can be a Nobel Prize winner and selfless humanitarian, but the minute colon meets right-parenthesis I’m writing him off as a brainless clod.

Together we can band together to kill off smileys before 2012.

I’m going to put up a new Welcome to my Study Podcast every day (or until I get tired of it) this month!

They can be found here: http://welcometomystudy.tumblr.com/

But here’s the first one to get you started: