From Red Herring, Oct. 1993.

From The Patchwork Girl of Oz by L. Frank Baum and illustrated by John R. Neil, 1913.

From B.A.R., 1981.

From B.A.R., 1981.

Even the Tin Man wears an aluminum-foil hat.  From Ohio University's 1975 yearbook.

From Southern Connecticut State College's 1976 yearbook.

From Bogha-frois san Oidhche (Rainbow in the Night) by Fearghas MacFhionnlaigh, 1997.

From Otterbein College's 1975 yearbook.

Courtesy of the winsome Jonathan Caws-Elwitt:

From The Wizard of Oz, adapted by Oscar Weigle and illustrated by Robert Patterson.

From The Wizard of Oz, adapted by Oscar Weigle and illustrated by Robert Patterson.

Over two decades before Billie Burke appeared in a bubble in The Wizard of Oz, here's her bubbly self.  From Motion Picture News, 1916.

From The Wizard of Oz, adapted by Oscar Weigle and illustrated by Robert Patterson.

From The Wizard of Oz, adapted by Oscar Weigle and illustrated by Robert Patterson.

From The Wizard of Oz, adapted by Oscar Weigle and illustrated by Robert Patterson.

What's with The Rolling Stones song "Play with Fire"?  People outside of London are supposed to relate to what "Stepney" and "Knightsbridge" are?  No — those are terrible lyrics.  A highly superior context for the song is The Wizard of Oz, which we can prove by offering side-by-side lyrics.  You're welcome.  (Note: we didn't bother trying to rhyme our wizardly remake of the song.  Why give a damn trying to replicate the style of such a poor original?  Our version shines brilliantly without any forced rhymes.)

The Wizard of Oz Version (Superior)	Original Rolling Stones Version (Stupid)
Well, you've got your rubies and you've got your little dog	Well, you've got your diamonds and you've got your pretty clothes
And tornadoes drop you off	And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know	You let everybody know
But don't play with me, or you're flying with monkeys	But don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire
Your auntie she's a farmer, raising goats near witchy-ta	Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your uncle’s under her spell	And your father'd be there with her
Enchanted in toto	If he only could
But don't play with me, or you’re flying with monkeys	But don't play with me, because you're playing with fire
Your wizard asks for broomsticks; his promises hot air	Your old man took her diamond's and tiaras by the score
Now you click your heels on brick roads	Now she gets her kicks in Stepney
Not in Kansas anymore	Not in Knightsbridge anymore
So don't play with me, or you’re flying with monkeys	So don't play with me, because you're playing with fire
Now you walk on rubies and your future’s looking emerald	Now you've got some diamonds and you will have some others
But you'd better watch your step, girl	But you'd better watch your step, girl
Or there’ll be no place like home	Or start living with your mother
So don't play with me, or you’re flying with monkeys	So don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire
So don't play with me, or you’re flying with monkeys	So don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire

Though L. Frank Baum himself said that he derived the wizardly name Oz from a filing cabinet labeled "O-Z," we know that the letters M and N are at the middle of the alphabet, not O.  The secret answer is that just beyond the corner of Dorothy's Kansas lie the Ozark mountains, and the arc of the "Oz ark" is a rainbow.