This comic reminded me of a W. C. Fields skit:.Commodore Jackson(Fields): My last encounter with the redskins was over thirty-five years ago. I was a mere stripling. Skeptical Passenger in pilot house: Is that so? [skeptically] Commodore Jackson: I whipped out my revolver… Skeptical Passenger in pilot house: Revolvers weren’t invented thirty-five years ago. [sneering] Commodore Jackson: Uh… uh… I know that, but the Indians didn’t know it. It doesn’t matter – I threw it away. Female passenger: Oh, how exciting – please don’t interrupt. Commodore Jackson: I had just swum the rapids. I had my canoe under one arm and a Rocky Mountain goat under the other. Skeptical Passenger in pilot house: How could you swim without the use of your arms? Commodore Jackson: Uh, uh… in those days I had, uh, I had very strong legs. Uh, excuse me [sheepishly doffs hat to woman] Commodore Jackson: , very strong limbs. Female passenger: You must have been full of fire in your youth. Commodore Jackson: I had to carry fire insurance until I was over forty. As I arrived at the river bank, I was encountered by the entire tribe of the Shug Indians. The most ferocious… have you ever been to Shug country? Skeptical Passenger in pilot house: No, I haven’t. [glaring at the Commodore] Commodore Jackson: Uh, that’s fine. I unsheathed my Bowie knife and [slowly and dramatically] Commodore Jackson: cut a path through this wall of human flesh, dragging my canoe behind me. Female passenger: [collapsing] Oh, oh, oh… oh. Commodore Jackson: Ah, I’m sorry. Perhaps I’ve gone too far. Skeptical Passenger in pilot house: What, what happened to the goat? [no trace of skepticism] Commodore Jackson: He was very good with mustard.
This comic reminded me of a W. C. Fields skit:.Commodore Jackson(Fields): My last encounter with the redskins was over thirty-five years ago. I was a mere stripling. Skeptical Passenger in pilot house: Is that so? [skeptically] Commodore Jackson: I whipped out my revolver… Skeptical Passenger in pilot house: Revolvers weren’t invented thirty-five years ago. [sneering] Commodore Jackson: Uh… uh… I know that, but the Indians didn’t know it. It doesn’t matter – I threw it away. Female passenger: Oh, how exciting – please don’t interrupt. Commodore Jackson: I had just swum the rapids. I had my canoe under one arm and a Rocky Mountain goat under the other. Skeptical Passenger in pilot house: How could you swim without the use of your arms? Commodore Jackson: Uh, uh… in those days I had, uh, I had very strong legs. Uh, excuse me [sheepishly doffs hat to woman] Commodore Jackson: , very strong limbs. Female passenger: You must have been full of fire in your youth. Commodore Jackson: I had to carry fire insurance until I was over forty. As I arrived at the river bank, I was encountered by the entire tribe of the Shug Indians. The most ferocious… have you ever been to Shug country? Skeptical Passenger in pilot house: No, I haven’t. [glaring at the Commodore] Commodore Jackson: Uh, that’s fine. I unsheathed my Bowie knife and [slowly and dramatically] Commodore Jackson: cut a path through this wall of human flesh, dragging my canoe behind me. Female passenger: [collapsing] Oh, oh, oh… oh. Commodore Jackson: Ah, I’m sorry. Perhaps I’ve gone too far. Skeptical Passenger in pilot house: What, what happened to the goat? [no trace of skepticism] Commodore Jackson: He was very good with mustard.