Friday, February 18, 2011

Sade Sees Through Vic and Rush is the Scorn of His Friends

Friday, beautiful Friday, and that means another visit with the America's favorite home-folks in the little house half-way up on the next block, "Vic & Sade".

Our first shared episode is from March 29, 1940. In this show we have the slice of real life, wherein one partner has set plans and the other gets an opportunity for something that they would rather do. Sade has already promised for her and Vic to attend a party, and Vic gets a chance to run up to Chicago with some lodge cronies. Before he can plead his case though, Sade sees right through his duplicity and calls him on the carpet. I really enjoy Rush's part in this one, as he shifts from reading a book of strange facts from Darkest Africa, to being the son taking his mother's grocery list.


Part two of our OTR Friday 1/2 hour is from April 4, 1940. Here we have all the angst of a young boy (Rush) coming of age and going to visit a member of the distaff sex, and all the horrors of his friend's microscopic eyes upon him. And, as it is with all such rites of manhood, his parents not understanding all the social pressures upon him. Rock solid and universal. Funny as all get out, too.


Here's another little magazine article about our favorite family. The December 1936 issue of "The Delineator". As "Friend of This Blog" Chris pointed out last week about the article I posted, the show is billed as a "drama" in this article as well. More interestingly this week, I read the term "Strip Show" for these serials. Equating them to the daily newspaper strips I hold so dear to my head. Intersting reading and a peek into the past.

Whatever category folks choose to place this show, remember...Be Happy, Go Lucky!

Talk to you soon.


Chris Riesbeck said...

I got past the bit about Vic and Sade being a "dramatic" series, but when I hit "mildly humorous" I was felt like Mark Twain's camel eating one of his newspaper pieces: "He began to gag and gasp, and his eyes to stand out, and his forelegs to spread, and in about a quarter of a minute he fell over as stiff as a carpenter's work-bench, and died a death of indescribable agony. I went and pulled the manuscript out of his mouth, and found that the sensitive creature had choked to death on one of the mildest and gentlest statements of fact that I ever laid before a trusting public."

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