From 1934 to 1977 ( FDR -Jimmy Carter Administration), there was a comic strip that made fun of white people who live in fly-over America. These are People elites might never have encountered - persons from Lower-Slobovia and all treated with humorous respect by the creator. Al Capp’s artistry was so popular that a hit musical comedy was born of its celebrity.
Li’l Abner was not a Gangstah rapper gunned down at the behest of Chief Keef. For fact, it was a comic strip theater featured the lives of white folks from the mountain hamlet of Dogpatch. The denizens old Dogpatch were hillbillies, or as today’s PC cranks might offer Mountain Williams.
One of these Deplorables was the unfortunate daughter of the founding family, Sadie Hawkins. Sadie was . . .homely. One of Life’s Unplucked Flowers, like a Sister of Mercy back in the day, Sadie Hawkins, not a Mackeral Snapper, but a Bible-belted bringer-in-of-sheaves, resorted to whining to her Paw that no man wanted to her. Paw came up with a race requiring every eligible bachelor in Dogpatch to get a running start from his homely child and head for the tall pines. If Sadie could catch her man, she’d keep him.
Out of this misogynistic bit of patriarchal law-laying-down, arose the Sadie Hawkins Dance. In every high school gym in America Sadie Hawkins Dances required the girls to ask the boys out to the jig.
The boys are honor-bound to accept and have fun.
Tonight, I will chaperone a Sadie Hawkins. In English class last week, I revealed the etymology of the name of the dance, much to the surprise and delight of one and all.
The Dance is almost sold out.
My only beef is the fact that there is no band. Kids no longer go to dances with bands. That is a tragedy. There will be a DJ.
I will duke the platter-spinner a double sawbuck to ensure that the following numbers are played:
Hold me
Just Ask the Lonely
Land of 1000 Dances
Devil with the Blue Dress On
A Fin a piece is a bargain to educate young American Catholic young men and women.
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