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"And you're going to keep him out of trouble, McCullough."
CRINGE! Oh, Gods help us, Tony Ray's gonna keep someone else out of trouble. Cringe cringe cringe run gibbering in circles of ever-decreasing radius. The mind boggles. Truly boggles.
I do like the treatment of The Captain in this picture. Mulefoot, you have this ability to use graphics to make characters into what they symbolize. I don't know how to describe it. But the shadow effects make The Captain into The Man, authority and the system personalized. Very good!
As for everybody smoking-- well, everybody did smoke. You have no idea how it was back then. Take all the lawyer ads and all the prescription drug ads on TV and replace them with ranks and files of marching cigarette packs, and you'll have an idea of early '60s television. Cars didn't have cupholders but at a minimum they had three ashtrays, one in the dash with the lighter and one in each rear door. About the only public place I ever went that didn't have ashtrays was the Baptist church.
My family was ultra-strict religious. The only one who smoked was an uncle who picked up the habit in a little South Pacific tropical paradise back in 1943-- they ran out of everything else except captured rice, enemy soldiers, and cigarettes. Even so, the only question in my mind was what brand of cigarette I'd smoke when I grew up. I kind of favored Luckies. The janator at school smoked them, and the pack was cool.
Of course that was silly of me. It never happened. (I'm partial to pipes and cigars instead.)
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