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"I Go Pogo" receives quite a few emails. Some are quite interesting. Here are some of the best...

August 2004

Dear, dear, wonderful Ms. Beaver:

I bet this is the first fan letter from Colina, Chile. Your Pogo website is the most wonderful, most joyous thing I have seen on the internet in the last 10 years. Have recommended it to my children in the US Keep up the good work.

Benito Vilα


August 2004

Dear Miz Beaver,

I have been a Pogo fan since early childhood, when my father would read aloud to the family of a Subday night from his collection of Pogo books. We didn’t get the political references, but the slapstick had us laughing till we cried. My father’s favorite swearword was, “Rowrbazzle!” During his final illness I painted him a pillow with two Albert pictures (he was Albert to me). The “good mood” side was Albert blithely leaping unbeknownst to him into the hole someone had dug for the National Arbor Day tree, and the “bad mood” side was a picture of Albert stomping up and down. I believe the picture I used was captioned “Foobazz!”, but I used “Rowrbazzle’ instead. After his death, I was allowed to be the keeper of the collection, so I have a number of “loved-to-death” Pogo books, one LP, and a pillow.

This evening Pogo somehow came up in a dinner conversation startig at the Okeefenokee Swamp, and I appointed myself to look on the internet....and here you were! Everyone who has praised your site now has me to join them, and I’m nowheere near finished yet.

But seeing the strip w/ your name on the boat reminded me nostalgically of the Pogo-boat my Daddy built for my sister and me when we were about 11 and 12. We painted it green but put no names on it. We floated it in the Calf Pasture River in Virginia, and spent hours paddling around , always with our lunch to hand.


I Go Pogo, especially this year..........and thank you for a beautiful experience here!


Chris Ertell 


August 2004

Dear Miz Beaver:

I have just recently and with pure delight discovered your website!  Thank you so much for putting it up!

As a child my dad used to read to me from the pogo strips in the paper-then back in the late50s to 60s.  By the mid-60s  in the 4th, 5th and 6th grades, I started clipping the Pogo strips from the paper and glueing them into loose leaf notebooks at first merely enjoying the elaborate artwork and zany characters in that beloved swamp.  However with each year older that I became, I came to appreciate more and more the wit and humor of Walt’s denizens as they skewered one public buffoon after another!    Lord what a treasure the world lost in Walt’s passing!  What fun he and his menagerie could have had with subsequent public figures that the years have foisted on the unsuspecting world.  And what a treasure I lost when as all Army families do, we made one last move to Texas where I discovered my loose leaf clipping collections never made the trip somehow. 

Anyhow, thanks again!  And I do hope all is well with you since I noticed the last letters to you website seem to go only through December 2002 I believe.

Now I am goning to relish checking out your tribute to Pogo and Walt in much further detail!

Best wishes!

Laird Ferguson
Georgetown, Texas


December 2002

Dear Miz Beaver:

I was afraid I was getting old.  I know more people who've gone on than are still here. We (the missus and me) were given this old, outdated three-year old computer. Heck! I got it beat more'n 20 times over and I still get around.
Somebody said they have a new type party line, just like the one Aunt Ezzie listened to, but you have to have a computer to get on.

Dang! Hope a nice lady like yourself never runs into some of what I saw.  I thought somebody might have done a scholarly review of Pogo, and looked for pogo comic strip. Pogo and comic are jes fine, but the other, oh, my.
All the way through graduate school, I relied on Pogo for in depth philosophy. Getting a degree in chemistry doesn't leave much time for leisure, not when you work 30 hours a week for the privilege.

At 50, I changed courses and went back to school. My last career was as a children's therapist. There's a high burnout rate, and I had to put it aside after a few years. I still work with children, teaching Sunday school and volunteer tutoring. I think is a shame that Pogo and the gang can't be around.  They still need Walt.

I suppose its ludicrous for a new grandpa (I'd E-mail you a picture, but you might forget to return it) to get all bubbly over an old comic strip.  But its like going back to the old home place, sitting out on the front porch and visiting.  Its my youth and fond remembrances of the love and laughter of those I shared it with.

Thank you so very much for this gift.



December 2002

Dear Miz Beaver,

I just discovered your web site and am delighted?  Pogo was an important part of my education and personality formation.  To this day, I still moan “ooog!” when I’m in pain or despair.  The wonderful parodies of the McCarthy era helped legitimize my own early political views.  My sister and I have a ritual where we call each other and together sing the “birthday song” (“Once you were two dear birthday friend, in spite of purple weather…”).  Thirty years ago I welcomed the participants at a large conference (at Notre Dame where I taught) on warfare by citing the “We’ve met the enemy and he is us” line.  It went over big.  At least for the English speakers.

Boy, were we lucky to have had a Walt Kelly during our formative years!

Irwin Press, Ph.D.


November 2002

Hi there!

I really love your website, and I am a great Pogo fan, or is that a Churchy fan, or an Albert fan? I guess all of the above. Howland and Porkypine also deserve honorable mentions.

I learned about Pogo back in the 4th grade. I was born in 1950, so that's 1959. My parents never so much as mentioned Pogo, but I moved from South Pasadena to San Marino in that year, and became good friends with Glenn Lewis. Glenn's parents, Edward and Pamela, had every Pogo book there was, and I, like my friend Glenn, quickly became immersed.

I'm going into this detail about the Lewis family because in 1995, Edward Lewis (a professor at CalTech) received the Nobel prize for his work in genetics. He used fruit flies for his experiments, and I recall that there were bottles of fruit flies with agar-agar at the bottom, and cheesecloth at the top (in mini-milk-bottle carriers) in almost every room of the house. (Most of the flies had one eye a different color from the other, or some other strange characteristic.) Glenn's mother, Pamela, was fascinated with the colors and textures conveyed by the tiny facets of moth and butterfly wings, and had her painting easel set up in the living room, with a moth wing under a huge magnifying glass, deftly transferring every detail to her canvas with the tiniest of brushes. Glenn inherited his father's genius and his mother's creativity, and was easily the most brilliant student in our school. Tragically, he died--slipping off a mountain trail while riding his bicycle--in our freshman year of high school. ...

...I just cannot get over Walt Kelly's genius. Taken separately, the artwork and dialog of his cartoons are each amazing and wonderful. Together, they rise to an almost unimaginable degree of excellence.

Walt's artwork is fabulous. I can only assume that he must have worked very
rapidly to have created so many astonishingly detailed inked panels in his career. Beyond the volume of work is a passion for each character, good or

I somehow think that Walt started Pogo as a tribute to innocence, but that the events of the world, and the catastrophe of the McCarthy era--plus the cold war, forced him to use his creation as a soap box to speak out against villiany--in Washington, in the dictators of the world, and in the
religious fanatics that (to this day) seem to dot the countryside.

The storylines and dialog of the Pogo strips runs the gamut: from the
brutally logical, to the semi-surreal meanderings of stream-of-consciousness, to the sweet timing of masterful humor. Walt lets his readers wander through his stories as a third party--taking in what we choose, while all the time being led to treasures of common sense, satisfaction, and humor. This review, however, is stiff and clunky compared with the art of the master. Let's face it: in the Pogo strips, we learn about ourselves, and yet, we howl with laughter! Then, thinking back, again we howl with laughter!...

...Ms. Beaver, again, I thank you for your wonderful site, and hope this has
been a pleasure reading.

Your email friend

Scott Hooper


May 2002

Dear Miz Beaver,

I live in a world where Pogo is unknown; Mexico City, 2002.  That is very sad, because for practically all of my 44 years, I've tried to translate into Spanish for my friends something that is essentially  untranslateable, the very soul of the Okeefenokee swamp. So how can you explain "Sis Boombah" or "G.O. Fizzicle" or "Deck us all..." , not to mention the references to 50's and 60's American policies. Fortunately, I have an older brother with whom I have formed an unbreakable bond of conspiracy and in-jokes around Pogo. We started a used-record store and we called it Pogo Music just so people would ask us where we came up with the name. Really.

And nowadays my business is called Pogo Audio Pro. Same reason.
Sadly, all we ever, ever got was blank faces and polite nods when we spouted out all the virtues and lovable defects of the Swamp's characters. Still, here we are, decades later, sharing in Pogo's wisdom and silliness. So I say, it's their loss. All who arrive here know better...

It's a wonderful, loving site you have here. Congratulations!!!

Esteban Silva
Mexico City  


April 2002

Dear Miz Beaver,

I'll try to keep this brief.  I am an English professor in my early sixties who grew up in a small town in central Alberta, Canada.  The Edmonton Journal, our local paper, ran Pogo every day and once on Saturday (Sunday papers were deemed godless and illegal).  As a high school student in the 'fifties, I became an ardent Pogo fan, religiously clipping him from the newspaper and storing them in my desk drawer.  When I went away to college in Minnesota, my mother kept up the clipping, sending me a sheaf of Pogo every month.  Then, to my amazement the head of the English Department, Dr. Walter Prausnitz, confessed his Pogophilia in class one day.  I shyly brought him my clippings.  He was speechless with delight because the Fargo Forum did not carry Pogo, probably because Kelly's views on current politics were so outspoken.   Every month after that, he received my mother's care package of Pogo files -- after I had pored over it and read it aloud to my room mate.

By the time I was a senior, I had earned the nickname "Pogo," and I ran for VP of the student senate under the slogan: "I Go Pogo."  And I won!

When I entered graduate school in 1960, I told them that I wanted to write my thesis on Pogo.  Not on your life!  So I compromised.  Little did I know that something called "Cultural Studies" were coming down the road three decades later.  Last year, a student wrote a thesis on Madonna and another on the Simpsons, neither of which could hold a brazen candlestick to our beloved swamp-chronicler.

Keep up the great work!

Ron Marken
English Department
University of Saskatchewan
Saskatoon, Canada    (Yes, I know it sounds like a fake address, but it's just as real as Pogo's!)


January 2002

Just had a really fun experience spending the evening purousing through your website, and what a sight it is to see.  I also, like so many other Pogo-phillys began my journey into such uncharted swamplands as a "chile".       

I started my love for these "swampthings" while hiding from Grandma in my uncle's room. By the side of some makeshift bookshift bookshelves I would spend hours reading such "undercover" books as his old and tattered first edition releases of "Pogo" and "I Go Pogo", and the like. (I think he had a collection of the first six books that were published in "paperback" form. I say "undercover" because my uncle was a student at the big university, and as such a real "Man of the World", while I was an innocent budding teen-age wannabe, just finishing grade school. And in my way of thinking at the time, such "adult comics" were just this side of contraband.  However despite the aura of "sneaking an adventure" that accompanied these books, I found a great love of the humor and in a manner of speaking, the vernacular of these simple swamp folk.  It didn't take long before I found some of the tales so interesting, that I reread them until they were committed to memory - or I was committed, I don't remember so well after all these years.     

As a budding young high school "stud", I had quickly memorized as my "tagline" the phrase from "Lines Upon a Tranquil Brow,"  -  "Break Out the Cigars, This Life is for Squirrels, We're off to the Drugstore to Whistle at Girls." It really didn't get me anywhere with the skirts, but it made for a good line to end wrestling practice at the end of the day.  

We spent many afternoons as teens "keeping up" with the continuing comic strip stories in the daily newspaper.  And their "furry logic" managed to get entangled into our way of thinking as well.        

One such story that later served me well was the one about Sneaky Sam selling "dry-water" from a boat in the swamp.  Many years later, at a Toastmaster's District Competition I had occasion to give an extemporaneous 2 minute speech about "Water".  Although the years had clouded my memory of that comic strip it was nevertheless the key that opened that speech, and won me an award at that competition.   

I scared my wife of 15 years one day when I happ-ended upon a "Pogo Song Book - I Go Pogo", and to this day she hides when I sing "Deck Us All With Boston Charley". She won't even let me play the familiar song on the piano, at Christmas time cuz she knows I'll "mess it up"!!!   

So with great delight, I found your website, and have rekindled some warm memories as I've read through the titles and taglines of the books and comic strip headings. Thanx for providing someplace where such things can be found again.  I'm sure I'll be back often.  

 - Mike Richardson - SLC,Ut.


January 2002

I was pleased to find your website. Like many of your other visitors,, I grew up reading the Pogo books that my dad collected. One of his treasured possessions (which still hangs, framed, in my mom's house) was the original ink drawing for one of the daily strips with an autographed inscription by Walt Kelly "To the original Mock Throrton." Apparently, though I never recall seeing it in any of the books, there was, probably in passing, a minor character (another turtle?) named "Mock Throrton". My dad, Charlie Throckmorton, used the opportunity to express his admiration to Mr. Kelly and was rewarded with the drawing.      

I loved reading the Pogo books too, and of course, it thrilled my dad that I "got it."  Pogo evokes many happy memories. Long live Pogo. Thanks for creating your site. 

Chuck Throckmorton


December 2001

Aloha Miz Beaver!

Finding your wonderful website has been an absolute delight, and kudos to Mister Beaver for creating such a well-designed, easy-access site! As they say Over here, "I stay impress!"

I'm another baby boomer who grew up loving my parents' collection of Pogo books (we also had a record album of Pogo songs, sung by Walt Kelly himself!) even when I didn't fully understand who was being lampooned. I have always delighted in all things Pogo, and now that I know about the PogoFest, I will see if attendance is in my future! Sure hope it is! I would love to meet a whole bunch of fellow Pogophiles. I live in Hawaii now, and very few of my friends know of Pogo (philistines!) but I always sing a rousing version of Deck Us All With Boston Charlie at Christmas anyway, and now have a friend who not only knows, but loves Pogo, and many of the words to DUAWBC as well! Now, thanks to you and the internet, I have the correct words to all the verses!

I will be back to revisit the site soon, and will share the URL with those who will appreciate it!

Mahalo (Many thanks),

Kate Schuerch


December 2001

Dear Ms. White: 

As an Army brat in late 1951 I was four+ years old, my father was in Korea and my mother bought the neighborhood's first television to watch the political conventions.  I was just learning to read and began "perusing" the POGO books.  Unfortunately, they didn't hold up well to continual use and subsequent moves around the world but I never forgot Pogo, Albert, Cherchez La Femme (sp?) et al.. When Nixon gave his Checkers speech and accepted his subsequent nomination for the 56 election, I found him strangely disturbing and creepy. I think it must have been his 5 o'clock shadow. In any event, he reminded me of the "swampcat"? character (Wile?) who was tall, ominous and carried and ax and a noose. It was only many years later that I came to appreciate that character was actually Joe McCarthy rather than Richard Nixon!  LOL. The last Pogo I remember seeing was a comic strip in the Sunday Washington Post featuring LBJ as a centaur with large ears and a ten gallon hat in the early 60s. In any event, I grew up to become a political junkie among other things and recently ran across an "I Go Pogo" Election Pin, which led me to search for the books, which led me to your website. Pogo is somehow connected to very fond memories of my childhood and a lot of laughing, even though I didn't always "get" the jokes at the time. Overall it was wonderful. I'm now interested in researching the chronology of Pogo books (if there is such a thing) with an eye to developing a collection for my kids and grandchildren.  Thank you so much for your efforts in keeping Pogo alive. I'm looking forward to thoroughly exploring your website. Best regards. 


Tom Dineen (ELRRP)


November 2001

I have just seen the Pogo website, and I must confess it recalled memories that brought tears to my eyes.  My dad, who died about 4 years ago at age 88, loved Pogo, and I learned to love Pogo at his knee. Daddy thought Pogo's wisdom ranked right up there with Aristotle, Voltaire and "all them other furriners".  Albert Aligator reminded us of some of our relatives.  Alas, Pogo reminded us of no relatives, either of his or of mother's family.  But I can still sing every word of "Deck Us All With Boston Charlie", and vividly recall the campaign slogan, "I Go Pogo".  Daddy said he was the best of the field, and never could understand why Pogo was not elected...  

Thank you for the wonderful memories, and the tears, and the smiles. You're doing a wonderful service, helping to keep Pogo alive and well and living in the Okeefenokee Swamp.  Maybe some year I will join the Pogo Fest.  

Sandra H. Pinyard-Richards.


October 2001

Miz B. -- 

When I was a boy, there was a small bookshelf in the corner of my parents' bedroom. It sat down on the floor where I could reach it easily, and it became one of my favorite resources when I wanted to visit my friends in the Okeefenokee Swamp. For this little bookshelf held my Dad's growing collection of Pogo books. Dad was (and still is) a fervent Pogophile, and I also became a firm fan of The Possum even before I could read, and well before I could appreciate Kelly's shrewd command of the English tongue. 

To this day, when I see any of the Pogo characters I can again taste the innocence of my childhood and smell the delightful musty odor of the older books in Dad's collection. Kelly's elegant brushwork brought his characters to life in a way that was very real to me as a kid. I could identify with Pogo's innocence, and the stuff he had to put up with from loud-mouthed but well-meaning friends. I could feel a sense of menace in those characters from the darker side of the swamp, even though I'd never heard of Joe McCarthy, and was only vaguely acquainted with the names Nikita Krushchev and Fidel Castro. I loved the poems, particularly "For The Mother of Kathryn Barbara," and can still quote a few of them. I remember reading Pogo strips in the St Louis Post-Dispatch, until the strip was dropped when it became to politically hot to handle. Dad promptly cancelled our newspaper subscription. 

So many years have passed since then... I'm now 45 years old, and Dad just turned 72. Yet Pogo is still with us in many subtle little ways. Take for example my wife's good-natured aggravation with my Dad when he insists on wording his e-mails to us in "Pogo English." (Requests for assistance with their computer are usually titled, "He'p, he'p!") Pogo-isms occasionally come up in general conversation, and are something of an inside joke with Dad, my brother, and me. Nobody else understands...  

Oh yes, Dad still has the books. The little bookshelf fell apart years ago when the collection outgrew it, and it's a little more difficult to get to them now, as my folks moved to Texas and we still live in Missouri. But when we go down to visit them, I usually find myself sequestered away in a quiet corner of their house with "Pogo's Sunday Punch", "Uncle Pogo's So-So Stories," or one of the other gems that I remember so well. Even though I've re-read the strips so many times that the element of surprise has long gone out of the humor, I still love them. They are one of the few memories of my childhood that hasn't disappeared outright or changed beyond recognition. 

Thanks very, very much for the effort you've expended on this website. This Pogophile has enjoyed his stay here, and I've bookmarked it for future reference. 

Gryf Ketcherside


August 2001

Hi. Miz B –

In the summer of 1952 I performed a reading of Cinderella and the Three Bears at church camp. The results were so gratifying that I redid it for my three best friends and we have called ourselves the Furry Godmothers ever since.

Recently one of them, Charles H, got the itch to locate this story and visited your website, among other doings. Last night he sent me the site address and I checked it out. The #8 issue of Pogo Possum fits the time frame but I wanted to check some things with you.

Firstly, the Cinderella character (Pogo) was called Cinderola and I always thought that's what it was in the story title. Now, just to make sure we're on the same track I'll relate the two things I remember about it. Pogo is dressed in a slouchy little dress, befitting his/her role. Owl appears, wearing a full length gown and with a wand, I think, and loudly announces, "Cinderola! I is you Furry Godmother!"

Later in the tale Churchy asks whom is going to pull the carriage/pumpkin and Owl says, "Yoom, that's whom!' And outraged Churchy replied, "Moom? Why you goggle-gaited old gull, I couldn't pull a gnat's tooth, much less a picnic size pumpkin full of passengers!'"

OK, the questions are: is this the right story in the right comic and how correct are my remembrances? Also, what are the chances of finding a copy of the comic or having someone run off a copy? Is that legal? I appreciate your attention to these matters and if you have a reply for them would you also copy it to the other FG's? Their e-addresses are …   

Thanks, BFG, Albert, & Me

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Dear Marilyn (Miz Beaver),

My friend Bob K forwarded your message, a reply to his question about a story involving Pogo as "Cinderola" and Owl as a "Furry Godmother". I should mention that I found a story in "Pogo's Sunday Punch" that has Owl as a "Furry God momma". I also found the Cinderola story you mentioned in "Pogo's Sunday Brunch". Neither of these stories has all the story elements that Bob K. remembers from 1952. At our age I would normally suspect 50-year-old memories, but Bob has an almost photographic memory of things from our childhood.

Based on the Index to Pogo Comic Books in your site, Pogo Possum #8 has a story "Cinderella and the Three Bears" which was later redone for Sunday strips in the late 50's. We wonder if this might be the story Bob remembers, and might have inspired both the "Sunday Punch" and "Sunday Brunch" stories.

Please don't spend a lot of time on this, as it is obviously not of earth-shaking importance. We will still go on calling ourselves Furry Godmothers regardless (or maybe it should be Furry God mommas).

By the way, it's a great site (do you do the HTML yourself?). I found the Furry God momma story (in "Sunday Punch") by searching your site for "furry", and the reference popped right up.

Thanks and regards,

Charles H.

(Note: Mr. Beaver takes credit for the appearance of the site. It was created using MS FrontPage. And wouldn't Walt Kelly have great fun with Bill Gates)


July 2001

Dear Miz Beaver,

What I always found amusing about Pogo was the way Walt Kelly made such skillful use of stereotypes (without being unnecessarily insulting) and mixed remarkably insightful and erudite analysis worthy of Einstein with lowbrow slapstick stupidity that would make the Three Stooges proud.

The main characters, Pogo, Albert, Churchy LaFemme, Beauregard Hound Dog, Howland Owl, and Porky come across as Southern simpletons.  They are generally down to earth and decent.  One particularly interesting tidbit came in Prisoner of Love when Owl, speaking about the national anthem, says "I kinda likes the old one".  At which point, Churchy jumps up and says "Dang right!  What's wrong with Dixie!!??"

The implication, of course, is that the characters thought of Dixie as the real national anthem which is not terribly different from the attitude of a whole lot of Southerners, even today considering the flaps over the Confederate Battle Flag. There's also a frame in Instant Pogo in which Churchy says "I thunk Grant was on the fifty".  Beauregard angrily says "Grant!!??  Jus whose side was your daddy on anyways??!!"

Kelly also had the gun-slinging redneck Wiley Catt, the dishonest Baptist minister Deacon Mushrat (always talking in scripture), the incurable con-man Seminole Sam, the Communist Cowbirds (parasites), and, of course, the original feminists Miz Beaver and Miss Sis Boombah, long before feminism was in vogue. P.T. Bridgeport and Tammanany Tiger were obvious pokes at political power brokers who weren't welcome anywhere (Kelly was a bit before his time here).  The tiger was a none-too-subtle poke at Tammany Hall in New York.  

Walt Kelly was in some ways quite courageous by satirizing Joe McCarthy at the height of McCarthyism in 1952.  I especially laughed my head off at the antics of Wiley Catt, Sarcophagus MacAbre, and Seminole Sam with their suspicion campaign aimed at Churchy - nothing but a campaign to make him into turtle soup.

Deacon talking about the book "I was an ex-member of the underground" being so secret that the book had to be composed of entirely blank paper had me in hysterics.  At the same time, there was a very serious message - that it was all to easy to whip up hysteria based on doubletalk and innuendo with no basis in reality.

Importantly, Kelly skewered with equal opportunity.  He took obvious swipes at right-wing conservatives like McCarthy, George Wallace, Agnew, J. Edgar Hoover, and Nixon but also satirized left-wingers with his portrayal of Russians as pigs, of Castro as a goat, and the American Communist Party represented by the cowbirds - sophisticated people would recognize that Kelly regarded Communists as no-good parasites just like cowbirds.  It was heartening to see  the Russian "Mr. Pig" imploring the swamp denizens to change from the American electoral system to the Russian system only to be steamrollered as the Okeefenokee citizenry proclaimed its love of voting.  

Unfortunately, it would appear that no comic strip today would or could combine intelligence and slapstick to the degree of Pogo and almost none would be brave enough to use stereotypes so effectively.  



Dear Miz Beaver,

I went looking on the web for a copy of the "We have met...." poster and found your web site. It brought tears to my eyes just looking at your web site! It's beautiful, great, etc. 

I'm a physicist at a nuclear power plant in SE TN., graduated from Oregon State and lived most of my life in north eastern Oregon. I loved the Pogo comic strip and, like you, had a collection of Pogo books and several scrapbooks of the Pogo comic strips from the Sunday Paper in Portland. That's all gone and my kids and grandkids don't even know who Pogo was. Your web site will help correct that.

Thanks for the web site and all the things Pogo. I'll be a regular visitor from now on.

John P. Stewart
Chemistry Group
Sequoyah Nuclear Plant


How About This...


Hi Miz Beaver:

A few years ago I had a source of shirts that included Pogo with a daisy logo. I procrastinated until, when I ordered, the company had vanished.  I have saved their literature, but can’t find them anywhere. Do you have such a thing? I even cut an Albert and Pogo from an old shirt and sewed them on my white sweatshirt in desperation. 

If I didn't know better, my brother and I could have written your introduction. Mom always read Pogo aloud, and the memories of the laughter still ring. Playing checkers with cookies has been a family thing ever since. Talking about marbles in the jam giving it a "crunchy tangyness"; spelling Albert wrong, and words that don't or do have an "UM" in them. 

I am so delighted to find you, I can't wait to get home a call my brother.  Or, maybe I will just surprise him with a shirt or hat.   He was always "Pogo" to my dad. My name is, of all things, MUDGE. How does that strike you? 

Marlene Mudge, at the Roger Tory Peterson Institute of Natural History Jamestown, New York


This one is quite interesting...


When I were a young thing, mom had a songbook I adored. She taught my brother & I songs from it, and when I turned 7 or 8, in '69 or '70 she gave me a paperback copy of the book for my very own. For the next few weeks, my brother & I danced around the house, singing these songs & in general just annoying the devil out of our grandpa. We also read the strip regularly, as my grandpa got both of the Pittsburgh news papers & that was the only thing interesting to read in either of them as far as my brother & I could see.

I hadn't thought about that in ages, don't know why it popped in my head, but it did, so i typed "go pogo" (one of my faves) into search, & here you were! This is a wonderful place, so much info & even things to buy! And what nice contributors.

In 1990, Mom's place burnt down, she lost everything. Then in 1991, my darling baby brother passed on. I've been hunting around since then trying to find a hard cover version of songs of the pogo, to replace mom's & help heal her soul, but I've had no luck. So here on your site in the message board, A kind lad has offered to copy his lp onto cds & I think I'll email him to see if the offer still stands.

So I'd like to thank you, for giving me a place to come, to remember the things I hold so dear & miss so very much. I'm going to go find my paperback songbook now, and have a good cry.


This one is a bit unusual...


I'm a professional writer and photographer and I wanted to use the "met the enemy," quote in an article I'm writing and in my search I stumbled across your site.  Great Job!  

I'd like to list your site in my article.  It's for (gasp, choke, but don't really because the magazine is NOT THAT BAD) Soldier of Fortune.  I've been writing for the magazine for more than 20 years and the article I am writing is about suddenly discovering how I was exposed to Agent Orange in Vietnam, and how we were deceived by a lot of people and Vietnam vets are still dying from cancers as a result of the war but their names (my brother's (perhaps a total of three in the end) and maybe myself, will not go on the wall but are we any less dead if we die from cancer or diabetes thirty years after the war?!  

So, you can see the use of the Pogo quote, but I'd like to add your web site. Okay?

Thanks,Galen L. Geer


This one got lost for a while. It was dated 12/9

Fergit Miz Mamselle Hepzibah! It was Miz Beaver who always had the simple wisdom that saved the day. I have LOVED the possum since I was knee-high to Grundoon. In my formative years (when I could say GRS to the fish) my birthday treat consisted of having my mom drive me to Newark Airport, where stood the only bookstore (at least to my knowledge at the tender age of 9 in 1956) where I could find the latest Pogo collections. She would buy me the one or two that were new, we'd watch the super constellations takeoff for a while and return home, because by then I was hopping from one foot to another like I was in need of satisfying a bodily function but which was merely a manifestation of my desire to read my latest excursions into the Okefenokee. 

The point of this ramble? Thank you for caring enough about the genius of Walt Kelly to do this page. For years, I've treasured my complete set of original edition Pogo books (said completeness confirmed by your bibliography!). Now, after years of not finding anyone capable of discussing their finer points, I'm delighted to find a swampful of devotees, brought together by you.

Whosoever you are........BLESS YOU!!!!!



Just passing through, Miz Beaver. 

I have seen your name on e-bay a few times and, now that I am computerized, I thought I'd look around in Pogoland and stumbled upon your site. And a handsome and tidy sight it is. Well planned. Easy access. And lots of the real stuff. I am in admiration. 

Pogo has been part of my 49 years on this planet. I, too, had a renaissance after my first child was born in 1972, sadly enough, at about the time Walt had to leave. But my son now 28,has been properly polluted and it is a great area forums to share. As you know, there are not many of us. But I was in a comic book store the other day and the proprietor is a Pogo fan and his kid is 2. I told him to start now. He'll thank himself later and someone will take Walt's legacy a bit deeper into this millennium than you or I. I'll stop by again when I have more time and am a bit more organized. 

Thanks, Jim McCollum, Allentown,Pa. 



Hi Miz Beaver

I haven't had this computer all that long and I knew it had to be good for something. Just for the heck of it I typed Pogo Possum in my Yahoo window and there you were.

I'm from the generation of boys who sat on the front porch with stacks of comic books, two or three of us reading and trading in the days before kids' lives became super-organized.  I think we learned to read more from comics than from school.  Like maybe a million other people, I always identified with Pogo.  Still do. Maybe I'll come back to your website and order something.  I could use a little Pogo statuette to set on the bookshelf above this computer, and another for my desk at work so people could ask, What's that? Thank you for being there.

Marshall Hacker


After checking out the email about being in the Atlanta Journal, this is what we found in their on line edition: 


                            NEWS ABOUT THE NET: 10.30.00

                            Jack Warner - Staff

                            Monday, October 30, 2000

Long, long ago, a cartoonist who had never so much as seen the swamp made it and its creatures famous around the world. Walt Kelly's "Pogo" is still considered one of the two or three best talking-animal cartoon strips ever created. Every year in March members of the Pogo Fan Club gather at    Waycross for the Pogo Festival, trading memorabilia and quoting their favorite lines from the strip. Of course, it's an election year, and the wily possum's beat-up hat is in the ring again. 

Marilyn White's "I Go Pogo" page is the best we could find, including news about the Waycross PogoFest; for reprints of the strip, try the Fantagraphics page.                             www.igopogo.com/       


Thanks Jack Warner and the Atlanta Journal for the recognition. As Albert would say, "I is quietly proud."


We've had several interesting letters from Pogophiles in recent weeks. Take a look at some of them.

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