Prince Val Rescued by Gay Sir Gawain

[mbarrick]

Behold page one of the 8-page colour funnies from the November 14, 1942 Vancouver Daily Province!

I decided to take a peek in the sleeve where the sliding doors slot into. This was my reward.

Check out the synopsis!. Now did Gawain abandon some other quest to go dally, or was it a quest to go scouting for gay companions with "Val" that was abandoned? Damn those cruel Vikings! Without Gawain around it seems Val wandered into the wrong sort of bar...

And somebody just has to use this for an icon.

Comments

[valerian.livejournal.com]

And somebody just has to use this for an icon.

Come on you brave bastards, I DARE ya!

[neverletmedown.livejournal.com]

What about the pink tutus?

[seymour-glass.livejournal.com]

i'm not afraid to dally with some gay companions...

[valerian.livejournal.com]

...bloody Vikings...


;)

[valerian.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. Yes, I'm going to have to pummel a certain someone into posting those, it seems...

[mbarrick.livejournal.com]

Yes. Never go into a Viking bar alone.

[sleeplessknight.livejournal.com]

Sooo.... what you're saying is, your building is actually made out of old newspaper? O_o

Boy, they sure don't make buildings like they used to! ^_~

Alas ere!

[sovietnimrod.livejournal.com]

ere - another great word to add to my poncey English vocabulary.

I am probably the only person that uses "whilst", "whom", "hence", "ergo" and "whence" on a weekly basis.

LOL

[mbarrick.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing, since all these were found around the sliding doors in the living room that my original guess about stuffing the paper in to stop a draft was wrong. It looks now like the paper was stuffed in as padding to keep the doors from slamming shut, or possibly from closing at all. The first paper was November 21, 1942, this one is November 14, 1942 - both weekend papers with the colour funnies. From that I'm going to guess that whoever lived here in 1942 had a kid and bought the Sunday funnies for them, and that kid also had a bad habit of pushing and pulling the sliding doors and either drove his parents nuts with the noise or got his fingers slammed in the door.

Re: Alas ere!

[mbarrick.livejournal.com]

You are definitely not the only one. Ergo, whom, and other archaic words are definitely part of my regular vocabulary. Not so much from any affectation, but because of combination growing up in a place that linguisticly bore a strong Scottish influence (remember that contemporary Scottish English is pretty much the King's English of 400 years ago), the influence of a Flemish speaking parent prone to sentence structures that went out of fashion with Chaucer, and being fed a steady diet of 19th century science-fiction by my father. I always considered it a bit of badge of honour when an English teacher would write in the margin beside some odd phrase I had used.

Re: Alas ere!

[sovietnimrod.livejournal.com]

I actually picked up a lot of my writing style from reading all those old turn-of-the-century newspapers during my research work. When I was doing lacrosse reporting last season, I would often write my articles in the same style and manner as a game report written in 1905.

[contrasoma.livejournal.com]

I'm all about the ere as well.

It's good to see that Prince Valiant has maintained the tradition of being slow-moving and not being in the least bit interesting for so long. ;)