That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for December 20, 2018

“If this painting won’t help me get a husband, nothing will.”

Judy was ready for all things pole related.

Davy Crockett tries out his “Queen Of The Wild Frontier” persona.

Actually, she’s practicing for a part in the butter opera, “As the World Churns.”

Not many people know, Little John sometimes indulged in cross-dressing.

That looks like a boy wearing one of those costume hats with fake curls sewn to it. Look at the bangs and the hair above his/her ears. The curls don’t match.

Kinky Teddy told his dominatrix to speak softly and carry a big stick.

Polly Practice thinking about where she is going to stick this pole into a certain masher!!!

As Dan and the boys prepare for the Feats of Strength, Polly wisely removes the Festivus Pole to a safer location.

It was later that some one pointed out to Polly, that the sports bra is worn underneath the shirt.

She should keep that thing in a vault.

“Yes, those are my panties at the end of this stick. I surrender…..not really, I’m just trying to drum up some business.”

In a move to out-perform notorious porch pirates, Jackie grabbed her pole and started Amazon drone-downing.

Yes. She’s dead. I’ve impaled her to death. Now sweet Eddy is mine. All mine. I must take a bath and prepare for him.

Catching polecats was a whole industry back then.

Pole? No. Hoe, Hoe, Hoe. Merry Christmas.

“No, Polly. You go around the uneven bars, not vice versa. Obviously, you don’t know your own strength.”

Uh, hate to mention it, but Polly Peachum isn’t American. She isn’t real, either. She’s the lead female character in the English writer John Gay’s The Beggar’s Opera, later adapted by Brecht and Weill—Germans—as Die Dreigroschenoper (The Threepenny Opera). The painting is by one of the most popular English painters of the Victorian era. Unfortunately for Melcher, there’s no joke here—just a display of shiftless ignorance.

“I’ll be the world’s first female gondolier! Now, to find some water…”

Inquiring minds want to know. Did they have sandpaper in 1875? If not, pole dancing must have been brutal.

Polly Peachem featured holding her favorite quarterstaff, prior to the British Stick Fighting & Butter Churning Finals.

Bo Peep with a really big crozier?

She was originally Polly Peachumowski.

Yeah. That’s right you naughty vixen. Show us those ankles.

Polly Peachum: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:William_Powell_Frith_-_Polly_Peachum.jpg 

(best viewed by Google Chrome which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to info about this painting.

http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/frith_william_powell.html 

https://www.the-athenaeum.org/people/detail.php?ID=2768 

http://www.all-art.org/history400.html 

http://www.oxfordreference.com/view/10.1093/oi/authority.20110803095836200 

http://www.theknohlcollection.com/portfolio/detail/unknown-artist-19th-century-3/ 

http://www.avictorian.com/Frith_William.html 

http://www.visual-arts-cork.com/famous-artists/william-frith.htm 

http://www.victorianweb.org/painting/frith/index.html 

https://www.artrenewal.org/Artist/Index/183 

all have or point to info about this artist, perhaps in addition to what’s pointed to by the first URL. So far, 6 works by him have been used here. 

https://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2018/12/05?comments=visible 

has the prior (my comment there included the same artist info URLs).

Again, a larger strip image is shown by clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2105 (December 19, 2018) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

“NO! I DON’T SPEAK SOFTLY!”

My name is Inez Montoya. You killed my mother. Prepare to die!

“Who’s next for rowing across the Styx?”

Definitely not the Polly Peachem of Three Penny Opera and/or Mac the Knife fame !

molly, being short changed most of her life, held the pole wishing.

After giving up pole dancing, Polly went into pole vaulting.

Well Hello Polly, its so nice to have you back where you belong…

Pinnochio told one lie too many.

Deborah Sampson, before she switched from a pole to a musket