#max klinger

MASH has its share of sweet, tender, tear-jerking moments, Lord knows. But this episode is pretty much one such moment, stretched out to twenty-five minutes long, completely saturated with ooey-gooey feeling. For a superfan like myself, it’s impossible to make it through the first sixty seconds without tearing up. And it only gets worse.

A baby, abandoned by her Korean mother, shows up at the doorstep of the Swamp and captures the hearts of Hawkeye, BJ, and Charles instantly. Her father is an American G.I., which means that her chances for a decent life in Korea are very slim. As the doctors will unfortunately learn (and as Father Mulcahy tells them right off the bat), neither the Red Cross, nor the Army, nor the Korean government, nor the American government will have anything to do with this child. Everyone suits up in their best dress uniforms and appeals to these organizations one by one on her behalf, only to be shot down. The Korean diplomat’s (Yuki Shimoda) speech is particularly moving, when he explains that the U.S. is the only Western nation that makes no provisions at all for babies fathered by its soldiers.

It’s at last decided that the little baby will go to a monastery, where she will be raised and educated—orphanages are out of the question, due to their awful treatment of mixed-race children. Nobody wants to see her go; they drop her off in secret because they have to. Super duper kudos to the baby actor, who with her single-minded fixation on Alan Alda’s nose saves this scene from being unbearably sad.

What makes this show so lovely, of course, is seeing how great each cast member is with the child. We’ve seen a version of this before in season 2’s “Kim,” where the camp took care of a five-year-old boy. That was adorable enough, but this is next-level sweetness—as Klinger gives the nurses a diaper tutorial, Sherm praises the surgical glove full of milk, and Maj. Houlihan calls herself “your auntie Margaret.” Special mention, too, to the cool cradle fashioned for the baby to sleep in, even if Sherm rocks it a little too hard when he gets heated.

What more is there to say? This has social commentary galore, historical accuracy, genuine love, and a cute cute adorable small baby. It’s a home run. The feature film Three Men and a Baby would come along several years later, evincing slightly less of an emotional response.

Season 8, in which Klinger rises to the company clerk position, also sees him change his wardrobe, getting rid of the drag act. There are several references to the fact that he used to wear dresses, as when he complains to Sherm about being dressed as a colonel (in order to sit for a portrait) and Sherm retorts that he once dressed like a colonel’s wife. Klinger also remarks to Margaret, who wants her foot locker replaced, that he has a hope chest he isn’t using anymore. (Both in “Dear Uncle Abdul,” s08e12.)

In “Private Finance,” when he runs into the Swamp dressed to the nines, Charles says, “Oh, Klinger, I had hoped we’d seen the last of the buttons and bows.” Max explains that this is just a disguise to help him duck the angry mother of Oksun Li the laundry girl.

Instead of an eye-catching frock or two per episode, Klinger now starts to wear fatigues regularly, often with the Toledo Mudhens cap for flair. Once in awhile he’s seen in a Mudhens jersey also. I must admit I miss the dresses, and more than that, Klinger’s obsessive talk about garments, fabrics, and sewing. However, for the remainder of the series there are plenty of opportunities for him to express himself through clothes, be they zany or just cool-looking.

We’re all adjusting to the brave new world of the post-Radar era, of course, but the biggest emotional upset is BJ’s, as he drinks himself into an explosive rage, ending up in a puddle of tears. Klinger, too, has it tough, resenting Radar for having left him such a difficult new job. As a team, these two tear the camp and environs apart on their bender of self-pity. I hope I speak for the fandom when I say this is massively entertaining for all.

The series is overdue for another dose of BJ’s angst—this is one of several times when a stormy inner struggle bursts through the captain’s calm façade. It’s the only time he breaks down to this degree, however, writhing in a weepy mess on the floor of Col. Potter’s office with snot running into his mustache. He also smashes the original Swamp still into oblivion, and strikes Hawkeye in the face, giving him a black eye. BJ! Please get a grip! The cause of this bad behavior has been a letter from Peg, saying that Radar arrived in San Francisco safely and spent an enjoyable few hours with her and daughter Erin. Sounds horrifying. Not to razz Beej too much, what’s put him over the edge is that Erin mistook Radar for him, leading him to fear she has forgotten who her daddy is.

I’m happy to say everyone soon calms down, though first Max and BJ break Sherm’s liquor cabinet and make a funny dart board out of Radar’s face at Rosie’s. The level-headedness begins with Father Mulcahy, who sits down with Sherm and tells the tale of an old company clerk who was once just as hapless as Klinger. It was Radar, whipped into shape under Col. Blake’s wing. (Plausible? I’m not sure Henry ever had it in him to teach or discipline someone, nor that O’Reilly wasn’t—as Klinger called him—“a born clerk.” I’ll buy that Father in his wisdom is stretching the truth to make Sherm feel better.) Then, the two miscreants are found, gently counseled, and forgiven. The still even gets rebuilt.

References to Radar are the backbone of this episode, the first to air after his farewell—wrapping up with the forlorn teddy bear left in the Swamp. But it’s important to note that other departed characters get some play here as well. Potter mentions Henry Blake again in his pep talk to Klinger; Trapper is invoked during BJ’s long catharsis of jealousy. (Fittingly enough, no one has any regard for Frank Burns.) In other words, since MASH is again handling a transition, it makes sense to refer back to transitions in its past. When Klinger and BJ are soothed, the audience remembers too how hard it was to see some personnel go home.

Later, though, we learned to embrace others and love them dearly. Even if we stop short of calling them Daddy.

The Serpent, 1880, Max Klinger

corporal-oreilly:

I love him

Season 7, Episode 8: They Call the Wind Korea

onekisstotakewithme:

In honour of M*A*S*H’s 49th birthday, I thought I’d share one of my all time favourite fan videos (one second from every episode).

Max Klinger, Opus III, Eva und die Zukunft, Erste Zukunft, 1880

been watching a lot of mash lately …

Max Klinger // The Siren

thebreakfastgenie:

thebreakfastgenie:

Klinger getting that magazine just to make Hawkeye happy oh my god oh my god

I know Klinger made the Burma Shave signs in GFA I know it I know it was him

I almost forgot to wish you a Merry Christmas from everyone at MASH- Trapper Maclntyre, Henry Blake, even Frank Burns, "Hot Lips"Houlihan, future used-car dealer Radar O'Reilly, Ginger Bayllis, Father Mulcahy, Corporal Klinger, all the ladies of the ensemble, and of course, me, your loving son and unsuccessful draft dodger, Hawkeye. 

This is just a handful of some of Maxwell Q Klinger’s most inspired frocks. Klinger, as well all know, dressed in women’s clothes in order to receive a section 8 and get the hell out of the army. What no one ever seems to really talk about it how damn good he looks and how fabulous he is a putting an outfit together. Fan fic friends, wouldn’t you love to see a Klinger who is back in Toledo designing clothing for women? It honestly makes more sense to me than anything else. Anyway, I digress, for your viewing pleasure, The Klinger Collection…

Work Attire:

Bed Dress:

Rhapsody in Red (I’m pretty sure he’s decided this is his signature colour):

A Beauty in Blues and Greens:

(not a great pic, I know, but this is my favourite Klinger dress- a blue fringe cocktail number)

Costumes:

Excellent Headwear and Accessories:

The neon beret and blouse with the pastel scarf is tasteful without being gaudy. 

Black and Whites (mostly cause that’s what the photos are in):

Formal:

And last but not least, Mudhens Max: