#edgarriceburroughs - Every Day With Edgar Rice Burroughs - October 23, 2025

October 23, 2025 and seventy-six years ago on this day in 1949, the Burne Hogarth and Rob Thompson, Sunday Comic story arc, “Tarzan and the Ononoes, concluded after a run of twenty-five weeks. The Ononoes looked like Kaldanes on steroids, but a little more spherical. They weren’t adverse to just rolling along. I was never sure of the exact pronunciation, but I’m going with OH – N0 – N0S. Not unlike some people I’ve know whose response to almost everything is OH NO!.

In TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION, the Ononoes were a tribe of fierce cannibals, but these little bowling ball people aren’t them.

There’s a complete list of the Tarzan Sunday pages at www.erbzine.com, but unfortunately, the Hogarth pages aren’t available online.

The drabble for today is “No! No!” inspired by the name.

Tarzan was bowled over by a tribe of creatures who had rolled down a hill. They were spheroidal, with small arms and legs. Tarzan followed them. They were scattered about dazed from colliding with trees and boulders.

Tarzan helped one of them and asked, “’Are you okay.”

“Oh, no. I crashed into this big stone. Broke my spear and my nose.”

“You rolled very quickly. Is that how you usually stop?”

“Oh, no. Sometimes I hit a tree, but I always aim for a rock.”

“Perhaps you should walk.”

“Oh, no. Oh, no! I’ll never give up rock and roll!”