Saturday, 10 March 2018

How Van Beuren Did It

In 1931, the Van Beuren cartoon studio released Making ‘Em Move, a gagged-up short about how cartoons were made. That same year, the Baltimore Sun published a feature story on how Van Beuren cartoons were actually made.

The West Coast studios worked a little differently. Because many shorts were based around singing and dialogue, the voices were recorded first and the animators matched the characters’ mouth movements to the soundtrack. On the East Coast, the voices were the last thing recorded. That’s why Popeye and other Fleischer characters talked without moving their mouths (mumbling their words so it didn’t look so obvious). Van Beuren worked the same way.

The studio soon hired Margie Hines to voice female characters. But as you can read in the article, men who worked at Van Beuren doubled as voice artists when the need arose in the early years of sound. I’ve always wondered if Gene Rodemich did some of the voices, especially a raspy voiced guy who surfaces in Tom and Jerry and Cubby Bear cartoons.

There are a couple of lines on the Rufle Baton invented by Van Beuren animator George Rufle. The article also touches on colour. Van Beuren didn’t bother with it until after Burt Gillett arrived from Disney and replaced Rodemich in 1934; Uncle Walt’s use of Technicolor in the hugely successful Flowers and Trees in 1932 induced other studios to follow along.

The drawing above accompanied the article; the other frame grabs are for decoration.

The Noah’s Ark that Movies Built
A FANTASTIC WORLD GOES THROUGH A TEDIOUS EVOLUTION

by DONALD KIRKLEY
OF all the make-believe worlds created by the imagination of man there are fewer stranger and more fascinating than that in which are found the creatures of the new Noah’s Ark. In practical language this world is found in what is called the animated cartoon. Specimens of the elastic fauna and collapsible flora which abound in this realm are found in every part of the earth, the only condition necessary for their appearance being the conjunction of a motion picture projector, a strip of film and a screen.
Intelligible alike to the Arab who visits the portable cinema camped overnight near his village, to the Chinese who jams himself into the ride neighborhood nickelodeon in Shanghai, and to the American schoolboy who welcomes the appearance of the funny animals with unfailing eagerness, the animated cartoons is one of the most universal forms of art. It is a secondary art, of course, one which exists solely for the amusement of crowds casually gathered together in theaters everywhere. It has nothing to teach and is never, never serious. But perhaps for the very reason that this art is detached and self-sufficient, the best examples of it may have a surprisingly long life. The new Noah’s Ark is a timeless vessel, and it reflects very little of contemporary fashions of any sort. It may be, therefore that inquisitive connoisseurs a century hence may find these quaint creatures even more interesting than do we, to whom they are a routine part of film entertainment.
WHERE THEY LIVE there is no vexing law of gravitation, no pain, no apparent limit to the things anybody wants to do. It is nothing for a horse to turn itself into a steam shovel, or for a dinosaur to make of its neck an escalator. Since the coming of the sound films all the cartoon creatures have become musical. Nowhere is to be found such widespread and amazing talent. A pig thinks nothing of using its own skeleton for a xylophone, and the cat’s whiskers, stretched out and plucked by a jazz-mad mule, give forth the twang of a harp.
They are great dancers, too, being skilled in all known forms of that art. Often the piano will take to dancing, not to mention the trees, the mountains and the houses. The musical libraries of the world, classic and popular, are at the hoof-tips, claw-tips and paw-tips of these fantastic animals.
ALMOST AS INTERESTING as the magic menagerie itself are the artists who have created this make-believe world and its inhabitants. The Noah’s architects are not well known to the public, and even their methods remain much of a mystery to moviegoers. The making of a screen cartoon, of course, is far from a one-man job. Conceivably, one artist might draw a complete cartoon, but it would take him perhaps six months of grinding labor, and the second would probably break him down altogether.
Groups of men in shirt sleeves, most of them accepting their work as a matter of course, collaborate upon the drawing, and must work in close cooperation with the musicians who supply the sound track. Most of the process now has got down to a fixed routine, and there is a strong contrast between the apparent spontaneity and freedom of movement of the screen creatures and the slow, tedious manner in which they are made.
THE METHOD employed by Æsop’s Sound Fables, one of the oldest of the existing cartoons, is typical of that employed in most of the animated cartoon laboratories. Entering the main office, in the middle of the morning, say, one finds it not at all imposing or romantic. Perhaps a dozen men in various stages of comfortable shirt-sleevage may be observed seated before drawing boards, intently at work. One or two filing cabinets and a number of black, circular, table-like drying racks complete the furniture of the room.
Each drawing board has two pegs near the top, on which sheets of ordinary thing paper are fitted by means of perforations. The board is so arranged that a light shines through the section over which the paper is placed. The animator makes his first sketch, then places a second blank sheet over it. The first drawing thus shines through, enabling the animator to make his progressive drawings with accuracy.
But much has been done before the cartoon reaches this stage. The first thing the visitor is apt to notice is that each artist is drawing from music. Each one has a strip of manuscript to printed music propped up in front of him to serve as a guide in his work.
TO EXPLAIN THIS it is necessary to start at the beginning. The first step in the making of a cartoon is the conceiving of the general idea and the working out of the details. This is done in the case of Æsop’s Fables at a roundtable conference, held in a smaller office room. Here John Foster, head animator, with Gene Rodemich looking after the musical interests of the animals. In this conference each artist may set forth his ideas and views. Models for proposed characters are drawn and decided upon.
All suggestions are put into type by a stenographer, and the head of the animating department, possibly with the assistance of two or more aides, shapes the notes into a detailed scenario including story, musical themes and gags. The completed scenario is a meticulous document, with carefully worked out scenes and subtitles.
Meanwhile Musical Director Rodemich has been busy completing the score. The tunes, of course, are very simple. Whenever possible, Mr. Rodemich and his assistants compose their own score. Familiar songs are introduced only when there is some definite purpose to be served in the telling of the story. One of the staff knows something about dancing. Often he illustrated the steps to be used in the film for the guidance of the animators who will draw the scenes. With the completed scenario in hand, Mr. Rodemich lays out the entire score on paper. This is a mathematical process, tedious but simple. There are forty-eight frames or pictures to each bar of music, and each note must be held for a certain number of frames. The object is, of course, to let each animator know how long to let Henry Cat keep his mouth open while singing high C.
The various scenes are now parceled out among the various animators. With the bit of music before him, the artist now may bring the cat’s foot down on the beat of a march tune, and having him burst into song at just the right moment.
WE NOW RETURN to the artist at his drawing board. He and his fourteen coworkers will make from 6,000 to 10,000 drawings for a single cartoon to be run off upon the screen in a few minutes. It takes long practice and a special talent to be able to make these simple drawings well. The trick is to know just how far to advance the foot in the case of walking, running and other exercises. The various stages of any operation shown on the screen must be timed right if there is to be a smooth animation.
Some of the artists have been detailed to supply the backgrounds. These are sometimes exterior scenes and sometimes interiors. They may be as varied, indeed, as the backgrounds used in motion pictures. Some of the sets are the same size as the individual sheets. Others are panoramas, several feet long, to be used in creating an illusion of motion. On the screen it seems as if Henry Cat is walking along a country road. In reality the strip of scenery is moved one-eighth of an inch every time the animal is photographed.
The individual tissue sheets, filled with drawings, ranging from groups of figures to a single foot or hand, are given to the tracers, twenty-five of whom are employed in this particular studio. These men trace the drawings onto celluloid sheets. The tracers then fill in the bodies with black or white, after which the sheets are ready for the camera.
The cameraman has a little room all to himself. Each drawing comes to him numbered and he works from a chart which tells him the sequence. On a flat table before him is the frame which holds the drawing to be photographed. On the bottom of the frame the cameraman places the celluloid sheet containing the drawing of the background, whatever it may be. On top of this he places a second celluloid sheet containing the characters in a particular scene. Those parts which are to be moved in the following pictures—perhaps an arm or a leg—are missing from the second sheet. They are contained on a third celluloid rectangle which completes the picture to be photographed. Three “cells” are always used, whether needed or not.
THE CELLULOID being transparent, the entire picture presents itself to the eye of the camera, which is contained on a support above the cameraman’s head. When the picture is complete the operator presses a pedal with his foot and the picture is taken. He replaces the third layer of celluloid with a drawing showing the leg or arm moved a fraction of an inch, then makes another photograph. Sometimes he changes the second and third sheets, sometimes all three, according to the directions on his chart. Sixteen of these photographs make a foot of film and they are unrolled on the screen at the rate of 1,440 a minute.
The cameraman also makes what is called the baton by moving a white spot up and down along a narrow groove at left of the photograph. He varies the rate of movement in accordance with the chart which accompanies each film sequence. This chart has been marked by Mr. Rodemich. The result, when thrown on the screen, shows the white dot bouncing up and down in the time in which the music is to be played. After the bouncing dot has served its purpose it is replaced by the sound track.
The baton serves as an automatic leader, and also enables the musicians to rehearse sometimes as much as half the score before the scenes are photographed. All they need to rehearse—or even, in some cases, to make the recording—is the score and the automatic leader. Sometimes half the synchronization is recorded without the musicians seeing the film, and the timing, as shown in the completed film with sound track, will be perfect. When Mr. Rodemich wants a section of batonized film he simply asks the cameraman to give him a certain number of feet of three-quarters time, or whatever the time may be, and the cameraman makes the necessary number of pedal exposures.
THE SCENE CHANGES for the next step the making of a modern Fable. One must cross the Hudson to the New Jersey sound studio in which the recording is done. There, in a large, barnlike room, one may find Mr. Rodemich with an orchestra ranging in number from ten to twenty-five, including half a dozen members called effect men.
The realm of sounds has been exhausted in search for comic notes and novelty, and many combinations of instruments have been tried. Mr. Rodemich has done whole films with two cornets, a clarinet and a piano; another combination he favors is a flute, clarinet, oboe and bassoon. The effect men have trunkloads of queer devices at their command, not counting the regulation trap drums and such conventional noise-makers as the xylophone, tom-tom and cymbals. Penny whistles, sleigh-bells, sandpaper blocks, rattles, tambourines and many such devices are used to counterfeit the strange, universal language used by the animals in the new Noah’s Ark. The human voice is used sparingly, various members of the staff being called upon to pinch hit for the creatures whenever occasion warrants.
WHENEVER POSSIBLE the creatures are made to express their loves and hates by gibberish which suggests only in tone the required emotion. This is due to their international nature. The Noah’s architects must never forget that Henry Cat is equally welcome in Rangoon, Cape Town and Vienna.
When the orchestra is all set the film is run off upon a screen in front of them. They rehearse the scenes to be recorded five times before going through with it with the microphones in action. The resulting sound tracks are fitted to the corresponding film sequences and the whole picture subjected to careful editing.
All in all, some forty artists are employed to make the Æsop’s Fables. They make an average of twenty-six cartoons a year. To do this they must animate 152,000 drawings, each of which is worked on five times before completion. All the drawings occupy 18,200 feet of film. And the full year’s work of forty men, if shown continuously, could be unreeled on the screen in three hours and two minutes!
UP TO THE PRESENT TIME the make-believe world of the fantastic animals has been in black and white, with the exception of a few experimental subjects, such as the colored cartoon incorporated in “The King of Jazz.” Whatever advances color photography itself has yet to make in the wider world of the feature picture, it is ready to be adapted to the cartoon strip. Therein the artist may choose shades which photograph well and match carefully.
One naturally asks, then, why is not more color used? It is wholly a matter of expense. The addition of color to the cartoons would be a simple matter. In the Æsop studio it would simply necessitate the employment of artists to tint the pictures in place of the tracers who now fill them in in black and white. The extra expense of this operation would be negligible.
BUT WHEN IT COMES to printing the films it is a different story. The film must go through many costly operations, one for each basic color used, and this increases the cost of the print seven or eight times. This cost would fall heavily upon the proprietors of the smaller cinemas, and this difference they are either unable to unwilling to pay for at the present time. If the fascinating creatures of the cartoons are to take on colors, there must be a definite public demand to offset this added expense.
However, they have done well enough in black and white, and, since they do not imitate life except in a broad and ludicrous fashion, the added realism of color is not needed. It is the idea which counts most, and there are whole new realms of fancy still to be explored.

Friday, 9 March 2018

Surprising a Turtle

This is about as exaggerated a take as the Walter Lantz studio would try in 1939. It’s Winchester the turtle in Life Begins For Andy Panda.



The cartoon owes a lot to network radio. Andy and “dwaddy” are lifted straight out of Baby Snooks while there’s a comic relief turtle that sounds like Rochester (Mrs. Panda is an imitation of Edna Mae Oliver and Mrs. Kangaroo is Zasu Pitts).

There are no artist or music credits on the cartoon. Sara Berner and (a wild guess) Danny Webb provide voices and Mel Blanc does a couple of incidental characters. Berenice Hansell could be baby Andy.

Thursday, 8 March 2018

Who's Napoleon?

Tex Avery and Heck Allen pull off a phoney ending in Happy-Go-Nutty. “The End” title card appears. But before the cartoon ends, Screwy Squirrel asks Meathead why he’s been chasing him through the cartoon.

“You’re crazy. You think you’re Napoleon. But ya ain’t,” the dog replies.



“I am!”



And he proceeds to prove it, doing the stuff Screwy did to him during the cartoon.



Screwy likes this ending because it’s silly. And we do, too.

Ray Abrams, Preston Blair and Ed Love are the credited animators.

Wednesday, 7 March 2018

Dining With Groucho

Groucho Marx played a waiter in Double Dynamite (filmed in 1948, released in 1951), so you’d think he might have some sympathy for members of that profession.

Nah. That wouldn’t be Groucho.

Groucho was insulting on the big screen, and in real life as well. Here’s an example from the United Press, November 8, 1954 from when he was still selling DeSotos on You Bet Your Life. I really like Groucho but I feel a little sorry for the waiter in the story. The column ends abruptly but I can’t find a version that goes any longer.

Groucho Marx Cuts Hostile Head Waiters Down to Size
By VERNON SCOTT

HOLLYWOOD (U.P.)—Groucho Marx is the unheralded champion of all the little people who can get shoved around by maitre d's and hostile head waiters. He cuts 'em down to size fast.
Deceptively meek in appearance, Groucho gives lofty restaurant help the notion he's an ideal target for fishy-eyed stares and bemused tolerance. This idea is dispelled when Groucho harpoons them with a cold eye and recites the shortcomings of everything and everybody in sight.
He never orders simply. Each encounter with a waiter amounts to a clash of wills which Groucho invariably wins. This week he made one of his rare pilgrimages to a regular shrine among Hollywood restaurants—as much to do battle as to have lunch.
Gets First Word
The head waiter of the plush beanery approached us with the superior air of a monarch about to bestow death sentences on a pair of bandits. He was reduced immediately to a pawn when Groucho growled:
“Where's the crook who runs this joint? I wore a tie today just to prove I own one and that's a concession I don't often make.”
The unhorsed monarch waved feebly to a passing waiter whom Groucho described as "shifty." The waiter led us to a center table. Groucho said nothing, but scanned the place looking for trouble.
Once seated, Groucho and the waiter locked stares for a few seconds in a tactical maneuver best described as a "feeling out" period. There was no clear-cut hostility until the waiter—a type who tolerates customers with an arched eyebrow fumbled the oversized menu as he handed it to the imperious Marx.
“Why,” Groucho asked, “does this place have such big menus for such lousy food?”
The waiter regarded Groucho as if he had just slain his 300 best friends. But Groucho noted his frozen smile and pressed the attack.
“Take this water away,” he ordered, “it offends me. Put it under a bridge someplace and bring me a Bloody Mary.”
This done, the waiter drew his pad and pencil. He was miffed now and trying to restore the arch of his eyebrow. Groucho struggled briefly with the foreign spelling on the bill of fare.
“This looks like a list of Italian opera singers,” he cried indignantly. “Are you ashamed to print it in English?” He ordered a steak sandwich. When it arrived the shaken waiter hovered nearby.
“Gad!” Groucho roared. “Bring me something to disguise the taste of this steak.”

Tuesday, 6 March 2018

Catch of the Day

Pluto keeps catching the same escaping fish over and over in a piece of cycle animation in Just Fishin’ (1931). Pluto is underwater in the first and last frames.



What? No gefilte fishing either?



Monday, 5 March 2018

Another Inside Joke

Melvin (Tubby) Millar was a mainstay on the writing staff in the 1930s and into World War Two. He was the pride of Portis, Kansas. A number of references to both Millar and Portis can be found hidden in the backgrounds of Warner Bros. cartoons.

Here’s one from Billboard Frolics (1935). It’s nice to know Three Star Millar is distilled in Portis.



Whether Tubby drank, I don’t know, but people in animation were known to imbibe when the occasion arose back then.

Sunday, 4 March 2018

Moving From Maverick

“Sunday Night at 7” has become a wistful part of the nostalgia of Jack Benny but there was a good portion of Benny’s career when he was not heard at that time. For example, on radio through most of the ‘40s until the show ended in 1955, Jack was only heard at that time in the Eastern time zone; in the West, his show aired at 4 p.m. and 9:30 p.m.

When Benny went to television on a somewhat regular basis, his show aired immediately after his radio show, that is from 7:30 to 8 p.m. And he stayed there until the 1959-60 season when he was put on the air on Sunday nights at 10 o’clock.

The previous year, Benny got pounced on by ABC’s Maverick, which finished the season in sixth place overall. News stories during the year talked about the ratings battle. Benny seemed to get testy discussing it. Eventually, he simply dismissed the whole idea of ratings. It’s funny how no one ever complains about good ratings, but when they’re bad, they’re inaccurate or there are extenuating circumstances or some such thing.

Here’s Jack putting a good face on CBS moving him away from Maverick to his new time slot. This story was first published September 30, 1959.
Moving Day For Benny
By VERNON SCOTT

(UPI Hollywood Correspondent)
HOLLYWOOD (UPI)—Jack Benny is emigrating from his familiar Sunday night time slot (CBS 7:30 p.m.) for the first time in his 25 years on the air.
The blue-eyed 39-year-old, like Steve Allen, found the going too rough against "Maverick," and moved to the 10 p.m. hour. Allen bugged out entirely, switching to Monday nights, leaving Ed Sullivan to battle it out with the popular Western series.
Benny, a genuine expert on the viewing and listening habits of American audiences, believes the change will be for the better.
“I’ll find out Oct. 4 when our first show goes on the air,” he said. “Actually I've wanted the change for five years.
“We may find an entirely new audience people who never saw me at the earlier hours. We'll lose some of the youngsters, but they were watching ‘Maverick’ anyhow. “Sure, we will lose some viewers who don't stay up late, but at least our audience won't be in the middle of eating dinner.”
Jack said Sunday and Monday nights are the best TV times available, explaining that most people stay home on Monday as evidenced by poor theater and restaurant business.
“Sunday is a good day because of its importance. It affords a definite break in the living pattern of the public,” he said.
Benny refused to comment on ratings saying, “I never pan the ratings unless I'm first or second on the list. If a performer is any lower than that everyone thinks it's sour grapes. I don't think they're accurate because viewers may have their sets on and not be watching.”
The new time slot will not affect the content of Jack's regular half-hour shows.
“I've always tried to keep the show sophisticated,” he said. “Probably the studio audience will be of a higher caliber, but the show won't be any dirtier just because it goes on after most kids are in bed.”
The comedian refutes the notion of over-exposure and lack of material. He maintains his program would be easier if he were on every week instead of bi-weekly. “The more often you do a show the simpler it becomes. You get into a groove. And if over-exposure hurts comedians I wouldn’t be on the air at all.
Benny was moved again in the 1962-63 season to Tuesday nights at 9:30 p.m. (for Jell-O, his old radio sponsor), but what really irked him was what happened the following season. His show stayed where it was but CBS’ president Jim Aubrey moved Red Skelton back a half hour and installed Petticoat Junction as Benny’s lead-in. Jack made his displeasure known publicly and not long afterward announced that he would be on NBC the following season.

Saturday, 3 March 2018

That's Opera, Folks

“The dismal turtle”? “The delicious mice”?

Who talks like that, anyway?

It certainly wouldn’t have been Leon Schlesinger, who is being quoted as saying those things in an improbable 1935 syndicated newspaper story.

Equally improbable as the words ascribed to Schlesinger is the concept that his studio was going to produce operatic cartoons. At the time this article saw print, Schlesinger was churning out mild musical shorts starring insects, flowers, animals and kitchenware, along with Buddy shorts. A decision had been made to make a kind of Our Gang set-up with barnyard animals. It doesn’t sound like opera was the kind of direction Schlesinger, who was pretty much a populist when it came to entertainment, wanted to take. Furthermore, the studio’s musical director was Norman Spencer, whose scores (arranged by his son) didn’t get much past popular songs (with a wood block on the off-beat as a cornet played) that jumped into double-time for chases in the last part of the cartoon.

Nonetheless, here is the article. It’s also odd that Schlesinger refers to himself as an animator when in other interviews he categorically states he’s not a cartoonist. I suspect the words came more from the writer than Schlesinger. Oh, and Schlesinger’s name is misspelled throughout.

Pen Art Gets the Chance to Bring Arias to the Screen.
By MOLLIE MERRICK

HOLLYWOOD, Calif., March 30—The animated cartoon will be the first to bring grand opera to the screen, just as it has been the pioneer in color work for the rest of the film output.
On every hand you hear plans for bringing grand opera seriously to the screen. True, we have had an aria or so, a composite of story and camera and music which has given us an idea of what opera in film could be. Ask any producer today what he considers the next step in his profession’s development and he will tell you the presentation of a grand opera. Ernst Lubitsch will tell you that. So will Irving Thalberg. Hundreds of tests have been made; for it is not easy to find a voice which will record and a personality that is both pleasing to camera eye and equal to the histrionic demands of operatic roles.
Leon Schlessinger, maker of Loony Tunes and Merrie Melodies, has a plan for bringing grand opera into his animated cartoon world, a plan that undoubtedly will go far toward popularizing the idea and toward paving the way for the more serious work to come.
"Color in pictures—the idea of color in pictures," says Schlessinger, "was fostered more by the clear fresh color harmonies of our animated cartoons than by any other single thing. Now the entire industry is prepared to launch into color if the initial releases result in the success which is anticipated. The short subject in color seems less outlandish, less nursery material, less imaginative now than it did at the time of its inception. Then, because color was such a departure to the audience minds accustomed to gray and white and black and white, any simple subject was informed with a sense of nonsense, of fairy tale charm. Now, with our audiences accustomed to color and, therefore, watching more closely the action of our figures, we must animate them more carefully than in our initial color ventures and we must watch the progress of our story, and its psychology, more closely. "One reason for the success of the animated cartoon is the really excellent music which has been used to background it. Good scoring, true orchestration, and discriminating taste in choice of musical material have built up a following for animated films whose enthusiasms are largely subconscious. Few people stop to analyze that they are enjoying a full, beautiful orchestration, while they are watching the funny antics of the little owl, the moo-cow schoolteacher, the frisky pair of sealyhams, the dismal turtle, the delicious mice. If they stopped to think—as we animators do—they could tell you just what it is that charms them. But since they are in the theater to be charmed—not to analyze—they merely enjoy the moment without thought of what is behind it.
"We will animate one of the more popular operas. Not only because the idea is timely now, but because we are singularly well equipped to do this proselyting for operatic films. A cartoon lasts seven minutes. Into it go more thought and preparation per foot of film than go into many a straight picture. Choice of colors, clarity of line, the delicate changes of posture which make the animation a true thing as against the old jerky type of former years — all these things have gradually developed thru the years .since the first animated cartoon until we have, at the present time, the ideal entertainment for children as well as adults."
What has struck me in going thru the studios of cartoon workers—notably Disney's and the Loony Tunes and Merrie Melodies —is the singular improvement in technique which has marked the progress of the animated cartoon and kept it abreast of its fellow pictures. It had not occurred to me, until Leon Schlessinger called my attention to it, that this branch of the industry had preceded the more serious side of pictures in color work and in building up a public taste for color which soon will be fed with the first perfected color process full length films. If there is a revolution in film work —and color may produce it—we can thank the animated cartoon for doing much in developing this singular change.
Come to think of all the laughs we've had and all the moments of sheer charm, we can thank the animated cartoon for a good deal of our movie happiness.

Friday, 2 March 2018

Owl Eyes

An owl sees a little bird being chased by a carload of drunken cats in the Betty Boop short Morning, Noon and Night (1933).



The Fleischer studio got the idea of scoring this cartoon to classical music, specifically Franz von Suppé's "Ein Morgen, ein Mittag und ein Abend in Wien." The gags aren’t as strong as the usual Boop cartoon, probably because the focus is on barnyard animals and not Betty. It's more reminiscent of a Disney cartoon than something by the Fleischers.

Thursday, 1 March 2018

Chickens and Magic Honey

In Confidence, Walter Lantz’s Oswald the Rabbit injects barnyard animals with a syringe filled with the title subject to end the Depression as the title tune chugs along. That was in 1933. Four year later, in Columbia’s Let’s Go, bees drop honey on top of barnyard animals, which ends their depression as the title tune chugs along.

Let’s Go is a lot like a Disney cartoon, too—plenty of colour, lots of characters populating the screen. There’s some nice animation as well. The palsied grasshopper slowly walking and then playing his violin is excellent. I also like how the shaking, emaciated hens turn robust when the honey goops all over them, prompting them to lay gold eggs.



Ben Harrison’s story makes no sense unless you treat it as a Depression allegory. Why else would honey suddenly make grasshoppers rush to the nearest slot machine or plant corn while high-step dancing?

Manny Gould received the sole animation credit but I’d like to think Emery Hawkins worked on this as well. There may be more cycles in this cartoon that in any other colour theatrical short. Columbia re-released this as a "Favorite" as late as December 1957 and April 1963.