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“Notary Sojac.” What did it mean? Every Sunday I’d pounce on the big, colored funny pages the newspapers carried back then, and try to figure out all the bits and pieces and puns in the Smokey Stover strips, and there it would be, somewhere, each week, a cryptic sign pinned on a wall or on a desk reading “Notary Sojac.”
Smokey’s creator was cartoonist Bill Holman, one of fifteen zany artists featured in Paul C. Tumey’s lavish coffee table tome, Screwball! The Cartoonists Who Made the Funnies Funny. Holman’s strip abounded in such nonsense, another of which was “Foo,” that became a national catchword, went to WWII on the noses of bombers, and morphed in 1994 into the eponymous rock band.
Of the fifteen artists profiled in Screwball!, Smoky Stover was the only one I personally read as a kid, though others, like George Herriman (Krazy Kat) E.C. Segar ( Popeye), Milt Gross, and Rube Goldberg, I enjoyed later. Goldberg, still remembered today, Tumey describes as “fearlessly silly,” and the “Napoleon of the nuthouse.” Goldberg lived and created from 1883 (as soon as he managed to wield a pencil) until 1970, although I’d venture that more folks today recognize the name in connection with his absurd “Rube Goldberg” contraptions.
To please his parents, Goldberg studied engineering at UC, Berkeley, but submitted cartoons to their humor magazine, The Pelican. Goldberg reported later that when a professor devised a gadget to measure the Earth and called it a “Barodik,” he became enraptured by contraptions.
What makes a cartoonist? What tips a “normal” cartoonist over into the Screwball abyss, where everything spins, skewed, out of proportion, out of control? Most of Tumey’s subjects cast a cockeyed angle of view on the quotidian, reporting in pencils and ink the craziness and disconnects they observed in mankind’s daily strivings. Goldberg’s immensely complicated contraptions constructed to do one simple task are hilarious for just that reason; all that elbow grease to create an elaborate solution for a task you could accomplish with a flick of your finger.
Do dictators have a sense of humor? Have cartoonists ever become despots or demagogues? I’d wager not, simply because a cartoonist, even a screwball one, must be to see other human beings as people and be able to empathize with their shared helplessness, their triumphs and failures as they coped with life. While some of these cartoons illustrate racial and ethnic bias of their times, the humor and human silliness are the focal points. Screwball! is a fine, funny, and historic collection that will bring a bit of laughter to both cartoon newbie and seasoned comic nerd. And we can use some humor, now.
They say all things come to those who wait. Maybe, maybe not: I never got that pony. But now, after a mere 70 years, author Tumey has enlightened me on the ubiquitous “Notary Sojac.” It seems it was Bill Holman’s interpretation of the Gaelic “Nodlaig sodhach,” or, “Merry Christmas!”