“BEAUREGARD: When I thnks of your poor punctured form, tears spring to my soft brown eyes.

CHURCHY: Tears spring to my perty gold-speckle eyes, too . . . I could die bein’ dead.

BEAUREGARD: If you gets shot, b’lieve me, I’ll attend the services in nothing but the best . . . gold stickpin, puce foulard, pearly grey derby . . . spats . . . maybe even carry a cane.

CHURCHY: Really? Why is you so good to me?”

—Walt Kelly, Gone Pogo, 1961.