Forty-five
years after Hogan’s Alley featuring
the Yellow Kid became the first newspaper comic strip in America, a dame got her high heel pumps
in the boys club that dominated
the most popular feature in most rags.
And it was just a toe. Despite
being superbly drawn, on a level with the widely admired Terry and the Pirates and having an exciting, well written script, Brenda
Starr, Reporter as only admitted to the outer hall—a comic book supplement from the Chicago
Tribune Syndicate that was enclosed with Sunday papers.
The
strip’s intrepid creator, artist, and writer, Dale Messick, had been toiling to little reward as a greeting card illustrator while hoping
to break into the big time. Inspired by Milt Caniff she had recently submitted
a pirate strip of her own with a female
lead. New York Daily News
editor and publisher and Tribune
Syndicate editor Joseph Medill Patterson, who bitterly
resented women in the newsroom or anywhere else in his family’s newspaper
empire, had turned her down flat.
Born
Dalia Messick in Hobart, Indiana on April 11, 1906, she
took after her father, a commercial artist. After graduating from high school she briefly
attended Ray Commercial Art School
in Chicago. She quickly found that she was more
advanced than most of her teachers and left school get work. She quickly hired on at a Chicago greeting
card company and was so good that she was pulling down top dollar and making a
good living. But when the Depression hit her publisher cut her
pay more deeply than less talented men who, she was told, deserved and needed
the pay more.
Characteristically
Messick quit on the spot. Gathering her
pencils, tablets, and pens, she moved to New
York City where she quickly got an even better greeting card job paying a
fat $60 a week. She was able to send
half of that home to her struggling family in Hobart and gaily live in the
bustling Big Apple where, she later
recalled, “I had $30 a week to live it up. You could walk down 42nd Street and have bacon and eggs and
toast and coffee and hash brown potatoes and orange juice—the works—for 25
cents.”
Meanwhile
she set her sights on breaking into newspaper comics. A handful of women were working—Gladys Parker had been doing syndicated flapper strips that featured fashion
paper dolls on Sunday and Edwina Dumm produced
Cap Stubbs and Tippie, a dog feature—but
none were in the top ranks of the profession.
Messick
began assembling a portfolio that featured several potential strips in various
popular genres—Weegee, Mimi the Mermaid, Peg
and Pudy, The Struglettes, and Streamline Babies. Each one was rejected in turn by
newspaper and syndicate editors.
Suspecting that her work was not even looked at because editors
recognized her feminine first name, Messick began submitting under the gender ambiguous name of Dale.
Messick
finally got a break when her work was noticed and championed by Mollie Slott, Patterson’s trusted right hand woman. Slott got Messick
some greeting card assignments from the Syndicate and some odd job
illustration, all the while talking her up to her boss. Despite his rejection of the pirate strip, he
reluctantly agreed to publish Messick’s new strip in the Sunday supplement.
The
decision to make the heroine of her new strip a reporter was a calculated
one. Messick wanted her to have a career
that would not tie her to an office and that would get her out in the wide
world in a wide range of adventures. A
girl reporter seemed just the ticket.
For inspiration she drew on the historic and legendary Nellie Bly.
She also noted the popularity of Warner Bros. B movie Trixie Blair series about the adventures of a
sassy blonde reporter always one-upping the police.
Then
in January, months before the launch of the strip, His Girl Friday Howard Hawks’s
remake of Ben Hecht and Charles McCarthy’s classic The
Front Page landed on the nation’s movie screens and was a runaway hit. Fast talking, sexy Rosalind Russell charmed audiences as she ran rings around clueless
male reporters and her former boss and lover played by Cary Grant. The character
Brenda Starr was already taking shape when Messick saw the film, but its
success probably pushed Patterson to give a go ahead to her project.
Messick
took the name Brenda from a staple of the late ‘30’s society and gossip columns
debutant Brenda Frazier who was kind
the early Paris Hilton of her
era. Brenda Starr’s looks and fabulous red hair was inspired by film goddess Rita Hayworth. Although a working girl, the reporter
would not be limited to frump suits with demure white collars. She was always decked out in the latest
fashion and that red hair was put up in the most fashionable styles.
Brenda Starr, Reporter fairly leaped
off of the page of the flimsy insert comics.
It wasn’t long before Patterson had to promote her to the regular Sunday
Comics section, where she ran successfully all through the World War II years when millions of American women were stepping
into independence and the work force.
And, of course, her intrepid reporting adventures nabbed spies and saboteurs
and other wise contributed to the war effort while somehow keeping stocked with
nylons and enjoying the romantic
attention of dashing men in uniform.
At
the end of the war there were pressures put on both Messick and her character
to have Brenda settle down with one of those GIs and leave the workforce to the men who had come home. But Brenda, in defiance of the cultural
pressure, rolled defiantly on into the 1950’s.
Her devoted fan base finally got Patterson to give her a daily strip in
addition to the Sunday adventures in 1946.
In
1945 Brenda Starr, Reporter had leapt
to the big screen in a Columbia Pictures
low budget serial staring B-movie
siren Joan Woodbury. In 1947 the first of four comic book
series was launched by Four Star
Publications in 1947 followed by
Superior Publishing from 1948
through 1949, Charlton Comics starting
in 1955, and finally Dell Publishing in 1963.
Brenda
Starr was always surrounded by a large cast of regular characters. In the newsroom were Atwell Liveright, the cigar chomping, bug-eyed tough editor of The
Flash; Pesky Miller, a cub reporter and go-fer with stars in his eyes
for La Starr; Hank O’Hare, another
red-headed female reporter, but one decked out in masculine clothing, a beret
and an unstated lesbian who was both
rival and loyal supporter; and gossip
columnist Kilbirdie, a nosy and jealous Hedda Hopper clone.
Starr
needed a romantic foil, but not one who would tie her down. Enter Basil
St. John, her dark haired swain in an eye
patch. A “man of mystery” St. John disappears
for long periods of time, presumably on some kind of espionage adventure. He also suffers from a deadly disease that
can only be held in check with a black
orchid serum that he cultivates at a secret plantation and laboratory deep
in the Amazon rain forest. St. John’s disappearances gave Starr an opportunity
to be wooed by other suitors—good guys and suave villains alike—in her globetrotting
adventures.
By
the mid ‘50’s Brenda Starr, Reporter
was syndicated in more than 250 papers.
Her popularity continued into the ‘60’s when the rise of a new wave of feminism both celebrated a role model
and criticized her for relying on her looks and sex appeal.
Brenda
started out as a twenty-something up and comer.
By the ‘70’s she had settled into her particularly glamorous perpetual
early ’40’s, mature and confident.
Brenda
did eventually marry St. John and the couple had a baby Starr Twinkle, an adorable, impish red head like her mother. But on an ocean crossing with her father to
join Brenda on assignment, the toddler falls overboard and apparently drowns,
vanishing from the strip and sending a remorseful St. John back into
hiding.
Later
Brenda discovers that her man had a son named Sage from a relationship with Wanda
Fonda, a cross between Foxy Brown and
Oprah Winfrey. Despite the circumstances the two women
become fast friends, commiserating about the faithless Basil, and share raising
Sage.
Late
in the strip a red-haired punk rock orphan with a chip on her shoulder appears
who may—or may not—be the long lost Star Twinkle.
Messick
continued as the sole proprietor of the daily and Sunday strips—other artists
contributed to the comic books—until 1980 when she turned over drawing the
strip to Ramona Fradon, a veteran
comic book artists who had worked on Aquaman and The Super Friends for DC
comics. Messick continued to write the
script for the strip for two more years before retiring.
Linda
Sutte penned the stories for Fradon from ’82 until ’85 when a real live
reporter, Mary Schmich, who would
also become a Pulitzer Prize winning
columnist. From 1995 June Brigman illustrated Schmirch’s
scripts.
The
long running strip was expected to get a big boost in 1986 with the release of
a big screen version starring Brook
Shields as Brenda and former James
Bond Timothy Dalton as Basil St. John. But the release date kept getting pushed
back in a series of law suits over production rights. When it finally saw the light of day six
years later it was universally panned by critics and flopped at the box
office. The fallout over the failure badly
damaged the careers of both Shields and Dalton.
Today it has become the kind of minor cult status that only very bad
movies achieve.
Soldiering
on Schmich told stories of Brenda in a changing media environment. The Flash was sold to a tabloid empire and Atwell Liveright
replaced by a clueless hack aptly named Bottomline
at the helm. Brenda finds the budget
for her world girding adventures slashed, and the newsroom moral sinks with
layoffs. More than once Brenda’s scoops
save the paper from folding entirely.
After
an un-paid sabbatical in India, Starr returns to find that The Flash has been transformed into a flimsy freebie and is trying
to establish a web presence with
bloggers. After nosing out one final,
shocking city scandal, Starr announced her retirement at a holiday party on
January 11, 2011 and walks away with tears in her eyes.
At
the time of its demise, the strip was carried in only 63 papers, half of them overseas. The hay day of adventure and romance serial
strips had long passed and the comics pages were filling up with anthropomorphic animal and smart ass kid gag strips.
Strip
founder Messick was gone by then. She
died at age 98 in Sonoma, California on
April 5, 2005. She did live to see many accolades
including the National Cartoonists
Society’s Story Comic Book Award for 1975 and their Milton Caniff Lifetime Achievement Award in 1997. In 1995 Brenda
Starr, Reporter was one of 20 comic strips honored by a series of United States postage stamps. Messick was the only living original creator
among those honored.
Upon
her death, Messick’s life and work received new interest, particularly among
feminists.
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