The fifth Pogo collection, from 1954-1955, is Kelly at peak form with a couple of sustained stories twisting and tumbling their way through the year’s daily strips, supported by ridiculous puns, convoluted dialogue that makes absurd sense in a deftly established internal reality, and the usual cast of swamp critturs that circle and collide with the benign innocence of the title character. Pogo is the Harpo Marx, though he speaks and doesn’t manically chase random females, of the swamp. His house and hospitality is imposed on with a saint’s patience. He maintains his own equilibrium while others get frantic with confusion and irrational groupthink. In fact, he often stands a little outside the mayhem, and even when he’s dragged in, excuse me, drug in, he still remains a bit of a bystander, which is Harpo-like, who even in a the middle of some big hullaballoo could stop to hang a poster or chase a runaway frog. Pogo has that too. “What’s all the hurry if you don’t know where?” he asks of Bun Rabbit high tailing it to an unknown emergency occurring in an unknown place. Bun Rabbit explains, “Man! That’s jes’ it! It’s when you don’t know where you is goin’ that you gotta hurry.” It’s no accident that the motto of the first chapter of this giddy collection is “Wherein our men make a running start at a dead end.” So, as this makes clear, there are no applications to be made or lessons to be drawn from this small patch of the U. S. and of A to any larger patch, past nor present, particularly not in a election year. And if you don’t unnerstan’ that; you bes’ start runnin’.