NEW YORK—In 1943 the great Tex Avery created an animated cartoon character called, simply, Wolf.
Wolf was a modern version of the wolf in “Little Red Riding Hood,” so he wore a tuxedo, drove a luxury convertible, and hung out at a Sunset Strip nightclub where a curvaceous swing-band singer, known only as Red, danced seductively to some hot Mae West-influenced lyrics like:
Daddy, you better get the best for me (meaning diamonds and sables)
Oh Wolfie, yes Wolfie, ain’t you the one (which turns out to be a gold digger’s come-on)
and
Put your arms around me, Wolfie (and get clobbered with a sledgehammer every time you do).
What made the Wolf so funny is that, whenever he saw a sexy woman, he lost control of his whole body. So overpowering were his sexual urges that he overcame gravity, rose up into the air, went rigidly horizontal (symbolism, anyone?), whistled, howled, pounded on the table with his fist, pounded on the table with his chair, lost control of his tongue as it dropped onto the floor, breathed like he was having a heart attack, pulled out a sledgehammer and pounded himself on the head, ...
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