Who was that masked man?
Who indeed? Well when I was a boy it was the Lone Ranger.
Now there was a real hero in his light blue, lace-up skin-tight shirt; all
white hat, red scarf, and pearl-handled pistols with real silver bullets which
were always ready to be whipped out at the merest sniff of a bad guy. Back then
he didn’t seem at all camp, not even Red Indian camp, but these days? Well,
let’s just say that I’m not at all sure why he was hanging around with Tonto.
Perhaps it was the feathers?
Not that it matters; whatever he was, he was a real masked
hero and the first masked man I remember seeing on TV, apart from maybe El
Kabong, although he was a cartoon horse.
Of course I read The Man in the Iron Mask and The Mark of
Zorro at around the same time. Masked heroes seemed to be the thing back then,
and my childhood days were spent viewing the world from behind a strip of black
cardboard which I kept in place with two elastic bands that were, rather
painfully, tied around my ears.
A little later I discovered American comic books and
suddenly a whole new world of masked men was available for me to become: Batman
and Robin, The Arrow, Captain America, Daredevil, The Black Hood, Flash, Doctor
Fate, Spider Man, several of the X-Men, The Spirit, Green Hornet, Green
Lantern, The Shield, The Phantom, even that rather silly Plastic Man.
I never quite worked out how putting on a pair of glasses
changed Superman into an unrecognisable Clark Kent . A mask would have been a far
better disguise, he didn’t fool me once; so I hardly ever became Superman. Most
superheroes had dual identities and were anonymous, choosing to duck in and out
of their invincible personas rather than be ‘super’ permanently.
Of course, their masked identities excited me because I
wanted out-of-the-ordinary heroes with virtues and powers that I could only
dream of. I’d pretend, as I read those beautifully drawn comics that, since
nobody is supposed to know who the man behind the mask is, I was the hero and
for a moment or two I stopped being ordinary and became someone else - someone
who could fly, become invisible, run at the speed of a passing train, even
control people’s minds.
It’s a habit I’ve never been able to break and I still do it
to this day; not the flying, invisibility, or the running, but I’ve worn so
many masks over the years that sometimes even I wonder who I really am.
El Kabong?
Oh well.
Andy B D Bickerdike on FB
ReplyDeleteDid he sign with a Z or ride a white horse?
Richard Shore on FB
ReplyDeleteMy favourite is Spiderman, although I always had a thing for black cat http://comicsforever.tumblr.com/tagged/Black-Cat
Paul Whitehouse on FB
ReplyDeleteLone Ranger and Tonto ......bit Brokeback if you ask me
Andrew Height
DeleteAs I said in the blog, I think the Lone Ranger liked Tonto's feather.
Tim Preston on FB
ReplyDeleteAdam West as Batman was my hero
Lorna Gleadell on FB
ReplyDeleteTonto means stupid in Spanish
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DeleteAndrew Height
Apparently Lorna. Stemming from the same lore, the Lone Ranger's Tonto-given nickname, Kemosabe, was intended to mean "trusty scout," though in some Native American languages, it seems to actually be a loose reference to a feces-based slang term for a coward.
Steve Bishop on FB
ReplyDelete... not the people who got into our cars the other night, that's for sure.