Felix Hits the North Pole

Summary

A jittery strip of celluloid, no longer than a sneeze, catapults us into 1920s mania: Felix, that moon-headed hieroglyph of mischief, struts across melting newsprint toward the planet’s white roof. He vaults from kiosk to kiosk, riding the updraft of public hunger—his tail a metronome counting column-inches. Arctic cartographers, fur-clad flappers, and bewildered walruses converge in a stroboscopic montage, each frame hand-inked like a fever dream. The Pole itself becomes a rotating billboard, its axis tilting to accommodate the cat’s silhouette. No dialogue, only the crackle of audience static, yet the reel throbs with the pulse of early celebrity: ink that signs autographs on frost.

Synopsis

Newsreel segment on the popularity of cartoon character Felix the Cat.