Sunday, October 8, 2023

Bob Cox, the Man, the Catoon


 

As a student of cartoons and caricatures


for most of my life, I have made it a practice


to study and employ certain outstanding


features and traits of my subjects.



Mostly, my intent is to focus on particular


facial and bodily attributes of a the person


I have chosen to illustrate . If the nose is


pronounced, make it larger, should the


ears be oversize, focus on enhancing them


freakishly. Beady eyes and heavy brows,


elaborate those. And so on.



There was one character, however, who


possessed a unique trait which did not


fall into those previously mentioned


criteria. His name, Bob Cox. He was


the executive vice president of King


Radio, a company where I was employed


in the 1970s and early ‘80s.



Mr. Cox was a tall, lanky man who


made it a practice of always having


his hands in his pockets and putting


his rather gargantuan shoes on your


desktop whenever he stopped by to


talk. Rather disrespectful and


disgusting I would propose. Muslims


would have removed his head for


such an offense. Who knows what


kind of filth he had plodded through


during the course of a day? If a desk


wasn’t available then an empty chair,


a container or trash can would do.



The minute he stopped to talk, he’d


plop his size 14 clod hoppers up in


your face on whatever was available.



That, my friends, is how I decided to


portray his image as a unique and


clownish individual. No face or head


revealed for Bob Cox. No sir, just hands


in pocket and those gunboat shoes of


his up in your face. What’s more, and


the beauty of each portrayal, everyone


knew who it was being caricatured.



That’s how Mr. Bob Cox exercised


his stature and power as VP over the


minions at King Radio back in the day.



I’m guessing likely he has since passed


away. Had he become renown as having


done something great or outrageous


for humankind, he may have had a


most unique bronze of himself cast,


posed headless, hands in pockets,


wing-tips propped up revoltingly yet


cartoonishly laughable in your face.



At least he was captured and


preserved immemorially by me


in pen and ink on paper.



-30-


Chris Hanch 10-8-2023


No comments:

Post a Comment