Maybe the Sun WON'T Come out Tomorrow

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The Lil Orphan Annie comic strip wil be ending after 85 years. sniff!

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Tomorrow...

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[ANNIE]
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!

Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!

When I'm stuck a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh!

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You're always
A day
A way!

Ah well, what is it that they say about all good things?

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Joining with Daisy Mae - Daddy Warbucks to the rescue?

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If there is a cartoon heaven, maybe she will join Daisy Mae in keeping Lil Abner in line. Or maybe even better, Dondi always needed a girlfriend. He and Orphan Annie would both be around the same age even after all these years.

Lil Orphan Annie was identified with the 1929 depression era. She was a hero to many. Is her going out of existance now a sign of anything?

Perhaps in these trying times Daddy Warbucks could straighten things out.

RAMI

Old Comics aren't given the right to die.

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The point is that Little Orphan Annie has never been a dynamic, changing comic strip. It was written around the Depression era, and never truly changed or updated. It's also an example of the 'who cares what the artist is, we can keep making money off of it' syndrome of the media companies. There are dozens of these strips still in existence, and most of them should probably have stopped shortly after their original creators did. That's part of why it's always been difficult to break into print comics - they don't want to give up what they see as a cheap moneymaker for something new.

Prince Valiant
Mary Worth
Little Orphan Annie
Blondie/Dagwood
Snuffy Smith/Barney Google
Peanuts

and many many others.

I'll get a life when it's proven and substantiated to be better than what I'm currently experiencing.

See ya in the funny papers!

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Here for no good reason is a poem I wrote in tribute to some of the old syndicated comic strips from my childhood,
most of which have bitten the dust. It was posted here a while back. before I moved it to FICTIONEER.
Didn't even occur to me to work Little Orphan Annie into it (Or Pogo, or Bringing Up Father, or...)
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FUNNY PAPER FLOOZY BLUES
by LAIKA PUPKINO
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Alley Oop said to Betty Boop, “Goils like you is foxes!
I’d do back flips down to your comic strip if I could get outta these little boxes!”

Said Betty Boop to Alley Oop, “Don’t you be so sullen!
I can get free, I have a key. I got it from Moon Mullins...”

“Moon Mullins!” roared the Neanderthal, “Why that rotten mother-grabber!
I heered he was down in Dogpatch, cuckolding Lil’ Abner!”

“No gal of mine should spend her time with such salty sorts o’ fellas!”
At which Betty Boop giggled and whooped, “Why I do believe you’re jealous!”

Then out she slipped from her comic strip and climbed up into Prince Valiant,
Where she espied that comic’s namesame, astride his sorrel stallion.

She cried, “Good knight you look quite alright, with your hair so long and shiny!”
“Sorry Toots,” he lisped (with his hand on hip), “I’m dating Moose from Archie!”

“Poof!” she huffed---she’d heard quite enough!---and shimmied on up the funnies,
Where Dick Tracy was on vice detail and offered her some money.

“Well golly gee! You want little ol’ me? Why you granite jawed stud-muffin!
Put your dough away. I need a lay. I’ll go with you for nothin’!”

Now Tracy was an honest dick but no crime had been committed;
Except for Public Lewdness, of which she was aquitted.

Soon they had a shack---in more ways than one---on an isle pristine and private;
About a mile away (just across the bay) from Terry and the Pirates.

When it dawned on Oop that she’d flown the coop he let out an anguished roar!
Then he picked up his club and he ran amok and he wiped out the dinosaurs...

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What borders on pure insanity?
Canada and Mexico.
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