BOY DIES (Johnny Sheffield)

How in the world can I be looking at the obit of BOY, Tarzan and Jane's ward. I remember the three of them swimming in their jungle pool with Cheetah squealing from an overhanging limb and hearing an occasional lions roar or an elephants trumpeting an hello to the kings of the jungle. Seeing Boy passing at age 79 is like reading my youthful companions obits in the paper. I spent many a Saturday mornings in the darkened theater watching the jungle family living what seemed a world of fun and freedom.