- Howard FinsterHoward FinsterHoward Finster was an American artist and Baptist reverend from Georgia. He claimed to be inspired by God to spread the gospel through the environment of Paradise Garden and over 46,000 pieces of art. His creations overlap folk art, outsider art, naïve art, and visionary art...
, folk artist
Fictional characters:
- Baby-Face Finster, a criminal disguised as a baby in the Merrie Melodies animated short film Baby Buggy BunnyBaby Buggy BunnyBaby Buggy Bunny is a Merrie Melodies animated short film directed by Chuck Jones and written by Michael Maltese in 1954. The story is about a dwarf gangster named "Babyface" Finster who, after a clever bank robbery, loses his ill-gotten gains down Bugs Bunny's rabbit hole, forcing him to don the...
- Finster, a villain in Mighty Morphin Power Rangers
- Chuckie FinsterChuckie FinsterCharles "Chuckie" Crandall Finster is a fictional character from the Nickelodeon animated television series' Rugrats and All Grown Up!. He is Tommy Pickles' best friend and tritagonist . The character is voiced by Christine Cavanaugh...
and Kimi FinsterKimi FinsterKimi Finster is a fictional character on the animated television series Rugrats and spin-off All Grown Up!. She is voiced by actress Dionne Quan and first appeared in Rugrats in Paris in 2000...
from the animated nickelodeon TV series Rugrats and All Grown Up! - Lorraine Finster, Minnie Driver's character from the TV show Will & Grace
- Miss Muriel P.
The flowers anew returning seasons bring,But beauty faded has no second spring.
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
The year's at the spring,And day's at the morn;Morning's at seven;The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;The lark's on the wing;The snail's on the thorn;God's in His heaven--All's right with the world !
Is it so small a thingTo have enjoy'd the sun,To have lived light in the spring,To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring.
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring—When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrushThrough the echoing timber does so rinse and wringThe ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.