This is a blast from the past, published Thursday, March 24, 1977.

The cat strolls into the den at Sandy Bay and collapses right in the middle of Dick Tracy. It’s his personal communications signal. He’s telling Chuck, “Here, I am, you own private cat, waiting to be loved and adored, but mostly scratched.”
There in the middle of Sunday’s funny papers, Chuck performs the ritual massage. Two and a half feet of cat, stretched out while Chuck’s nimble fingers run up and down its body like a concert pianist’s. No part of the cat is spared. From the tail pipe to the windpipe. The perfect combination of fingers and cat. Beauty in motion. And the music that accompanies this comic operetta makes the Mormon Tabernacle choir sound like The Captain and Tennile.
The sounds of ecstasy. Like a thousand lawn mowers all going at once. The purr of a contented cat, music without words. Just as quickly as it started, it’s all over. Hound T. has returned to his La-Z-Boy throne and become a black and white ball of fur, dreaming of whatever cats caught up in the world of the Sunday funnies. Another Sunday afternoon at Sandy Bay, and all’s right with the world.
R.L. Stanley the Great of the Kingstree Red and White, in his fanatic determination to win the most beautiful male in Williamsburg County contest, has already entered the Salters, Cedar Swamp and Hebron primaries.
But in his blind ambition to be number one, he many destroy his moral fiber. We pray not, but the evidence is overwhelming. All R.L. had to do to improve his looks is talk back to Mrs. Stanley. But our supermarket hero is doing it the hard way: Sneaking in the back door of Eunice’s beauty shop in the dead of night. All the creams, lotions, oils, cannot undo what Mother Nature has wrought. A stick of dynamite is the nostril would be more appropriate.
I’ve seen the results of his six-hour trip to the beauty parlor, and if it’s legal to sue a beauty shop for malpractice, R.L. will be rich, which is a lot better than being pretty.
Our male beauty contest has now reached the nitty gritty stage. Candidates are making rash promises in order to obtain votes.
I think Irvin Canada’s comment on some of the entries pictured in the newspaper is most inappropriate. He claims he thought we were having a King Kong look alike contest. But it’s all in fun and all for the Cancer Society.
Nuts Off the King’s Tree
We are delighted that Kingstree has received a federal grant for a new sewage system. But I thought after we got a southern president, they would quit calling them “grants” and start calling them “Robert E. Lees.”