Look, in the sky! Itās a weak child! Itās a lack of appetite! Itās trouble focusing on schoolwork, NO! Itās Captain Hadacol! Captain Hadacol was the official superhero of anemic kids back when we diagnosed most childhood diseases as āgod just couldnāt wait to see his favorite angel again.ā There was even a promotional comic where Captain Hadacol saved dipshit children from their own hubris, and it was all in support of Hadacol: A supplement drink which treated the symptoms of any illness just long enough for a Hadocol salesman to cross state lines. It was mostly Vitamin B and iron and thatās fine, I take a multivitamin every day that does the exact same thing: Nothing.
Hadacol itself was for everybody and every symptom, but Captain Hadocol was only for the kids. This was the early 1950s, corporations didnāt have to do that āwe never marketed it to childrenā shit. Giant screaming heads would call your child a pansy across a full page comic book spread and the FDA called that practice āmedically awesome.ā
āIs your kid a picky eater? Hadacol! Does your child suffer from doctor diagnosed Punyism? Hadacol! Trouble in school? Maybe they should buckle downā¦ and finish their Hadacol!ā It was the only thing holding Darwinism at bay for an entire post-war generation of wienees.
In his thigh high boots and collared shirt with his rosy cheeks, Captain Hadacol looked like 1951ās Most Bashful Prostitute. He could only be found around children making mistakes. Iād say heās a walking red flag but heās mostly blue. In this issue his secret identity is going on an adventure with the Reddie children as their adult best friend and travel companion, a phrase we recognize today as the tragic opening lines of a police report.
After a day of new experiences we shall not discuss, the Reddie children sit around a campfire with Cowboy Ed of Edās Dude Ranch. He tells them tall tales about Wild West legends-
And then notices someone else is listening to his whimsical little story.
HADACOL QUIZ: What do you think Cowboy Ed does about these shy eavesdroppers? Drink your Hadacol and youāre sure to come to the right answer! Does Cowboy Edā¦
- Invite them to sit by the fire.
- Speak louder so they can hear.
- Work a timid character into the story so they know itās alright.
- Fire his pistols wildly into the dark, hoping for murder.
Send in two Hadacol box tops for the answer!
āGoldarnit,ā Cowboy Ed huffs. āThese here tales of fanciful adventure aināt for yer ears, cowpokes! When you meet Jesus you tell āim MMRRFF on account of I shot out yer teeth!ā
To counter prospective whimsy thieves, Cowboy Ed hides the map while loudly announcing its location. Then he strangles everyone within earshot with his little neckerchief, as Cowboy Code demands.
Luckily John Wright, adult friend to unattended children, is a light sleeper.
He wakes up just in time to take a Grade 4 Conk. Doctors qualify a Grade 4 Conk as any conk which robs you of your fourth grade education. Hereās how John reacts to a surprise night conking:
He immediately leaves that night-shirted old man to fend for himself while he grumpily grabs a 1950s hangover cure. Just one shot of that Hadacol gives John Wright the unearned confidence of a heterosexual white man in 1951!
Thereās a joke to be made about an inadequate man facing some kind of adversity, retreating to a bottle until he thinks heās a superhero, then coming back and getting suddenly violent.
And yet, Iām not making that joke. Hmm.
Anyway, those no good story-hearinā bandits got away with the map.
Time for another HADACOL QUIZ: How do you think Captain Hadacol and the Reddie family react to this news? Knock back some Hadacol for quick Quiz Confidence! Do theyā¦
- Start blasting.
- Contact some kind of super-dog with a racist name.
- Fucking quit because this shit is hard.
- Drink more Hadacol, the only medical tonic that cures burglary in children!
You assumed this was an āall of the aboveā joke. No. They just quit. This sucks, and theyāre on vacation. āThey stole a pretend map based on a campfire story,ā Cowboy Ed says, āthereās nothing even on it. I used it to practice drawing titties because this is 1951 and it is crazy hard to masturbate.ā
But the Reddie children are not so easily discouraged, and set out after the bandits alone. Their parents donāt notice, because this was 1951 and we kind of let nature figure out which kids would ātake.ā
Oh but donāt worry ā mysterious friend to unattended boys, John Wright, has been watching the children from a bush! I said donāt! Donāt worry about that! Keep not worrying when he decides to shoot some Hadacol and dress up pretty!
The treasure map turns out to be real, and bandits corner these idiot children in a mine because the Reddiesā plan, if they actually found the thieves, was ā…ā
But whatās this? Captain Hadacol is here!
To make everything catastrophically worse!
He misjudges an impulsive punch and accidentally caves in the whole mine, damning everybody.
Thereās another joke to be made about this scenario. Something about an inadequate man hitting the bottle until he thinks heās the hero of the office Christmas party, then taking a swing at Santa Claus, knocking the Christmas tree into a water cooler, and burning down the annex.
Iām still not making that joke. Thatās weird.
You know what this situation, caused by Hadacol consumption, needs? More Hadacol!
I have done this exact thing: Took a shot, ruined everything, decided the solution was another shot, and then spun headlong into a mountain attempting to drill an escape passage.
All I got was an interesting scar on my forehead and an absence in my brain where cursive used to be, but Captain Hadacol gets those kids out safe from this disaster he alone caused.
Hey, this is accidentally the place where the legendary treasure is hidden! Itās such a hasty ending and wasnāt earned by a single character in any way. The last panel is the entire crew mutely grabbing treasure.
I donāt know why that cracks me up. Maybe itās because thatās the exact posture of me and all my extremely stoned High School friends gathered around a Taco Bell bag.
Captain Hadacol didnāt have to be a good comic book, it was just an excuse for page after page of insane lies about vitamin supplements kids should repeat to their parents.
Hadacol wouldnāt merely help you get stronger like other snake oil comic book scams ā all of these children were dying from Hadacol deficiency and just didnāt know it yet.
When the doctor pulls his stethoscope away, shakes his head, and says āthereās nothing I can do; your child just sucks.ā Hadacol can help!
Hadacol rules! Hadacol! Letās join the Captain Hadacol Club!
All the coolest kids are in medicinal fan clubs! Kenny loves Camphor! Look at Billy in his Octaplex shirt! Little Suzy saved up her Efemist points and bought a pony! They shipped her a live pony! It can only say āEfemist is an EfeMUSTā but itās fucking crazy a pony can say anything!
Itās insane to expect a child to be enthusiastic about medicine, but you guessed this twist long ago: Hadacol was 12 percent alcohol.
Thatās already a strong wine to give a 7 year old, but it also contained hydrochloric acid which, in small doses, delivers alcohol through the body much faster. In large doses it melts you. The bottle says you should only take 1 once in a glass of water four times a day, which is a third graderās equivalent to butt-chugging a pint of Mad Dog. But look back at those child testimonials: Theyāre measuring doses of Hadacol in bottles. One of those girls is five years old and sheās slamming two Four Lokos a day. Hell yeah her attitude is better, sheās completely fucking blitzed.
The tone of this whole comic changes, now that you know John Wright, watcher of lonely children, is just pounding a few nips, dressing up funny, and attacking wildly.
Hadacol wasnāt only marketed to children. Adult testimonials swore it could do everything from teach you how to read to make you more attractive. It was a prohibition workaround in dry counties, and sold by the shot in āpharmacies.ā So everybody had to be a little coy about it, but even at the time we knew this was just liquor. And we still funneled it into any kid who wouldnāt eat their vegetables.
Hadacol was invented by Dudley LeBlanc ā a Louisiana state Senator, which we all know is a party senate. He had no background in medicine or pharmaceuticals, what he did have was āa barrel behind a shed.ā His words! He poured vitamins into alcohol, stirred it with a paddle, then drank 14 bottles of it and didnāt die. That was enough testing for him, and apparently America. Now is a fine time to mention his last company, Happy Day Headache Powders and Cough Syrup, was seized by the FDA. Guess why!
Thatās enough setup. This is the reveal stage, where I tell you how it all went horrifically wrong.
It didnāt!
Hadacol swept the entire country in the early 1950s, and everybody loved it. āHadacol Boogieā was a radio hit, āWhat Put the Pep in Grandmaā wasnāt far behind. LeBlanc started a roving Hadacol fair that toured the country. They adapted a liquor into a circus!
See that fine print? You could win a pony!
Wait, no, the other fine print: Coloreds have a separate section!
Shit, no, the other fine print: Cesar Romero, Minnie Pearl, and Hank Fucking Williams headlined this drunken child carnival.
It wasnāt a fluke appearance before they were famous. Milton Berle, Lucille Ball, Bob Hope ā the biggest celebrities in the entire world performed at the Hadacol Caravan Show. It drew crowds in the tens of thousands, their worst problem was finding places large enough to contain it. And the only way to get in? Hadacol box tops. 2 for adults, 1 for kids.
They sold Hadacol outside if you came up short, so thatās two shots for daddy and one for junior before heading inside to tear it up with the Joker and Hillbilly Shakespeare.
In 1951 alone, Hadacol sales were nearly 4 million dollars. And yet LeBlanc sold the entire company that year for 8.2 million. Adjusting for inflation, thatās everything. Every dollar in the world. Just a ridiculous fortune.
After a few weeks of accounting, by which I mean digging through child-vomit stained box tops, the new owners discovered why he was so eager to sell: LeBlanc spent more advertising Hadacol than it ever sold. The entire thing was a scam on every level, scams working within scams ā a scam medicine to run a prohibition grift, a farce festival for a conman company. And LeBlanc walked away with millions. Somebody had the audacity to ask him if he regretted anything, and LeBlanc said āthe man who buys a horse has only himself to blame if the horse keels over and dies.ā
Incredible. It was a classier time, when you had to use more words to communicate certain delicate sentiments, and thatās such a poetic way to say āhaha, eat shit.ā
But LeBlanc needed that money. His only dream was to leave a lasting political legacy, and he wanted to be governor of Louisiana. He ran twice, the second time in 1952 using the profits from Hadacol, but some silly negative press about this whole drunken child fraud carnival cost him that election.
Donāt feel too bad for him. LeBlanc had already secured his legacy, even if he didnāt fully appreciate it yet. His first gubernatorial campaign was in 1932, where he pledged to create a monthly stipend for senior citizens if elected. Huey Long, LeBlancās opponent in that election, would later steal that idea (total party senate) and Franklin D. Roosevelt stole the idea again (total party country) and actually put it into effect when he became president.
Itās the modern social security system. And it was invented by a traveling grifter who ran an alcohol circus for children.
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This article is thanks to a hot Hot Dog Tip from Johnny Unusual.