I’ve been remiss in thanking our very own Islamorada Girl (who sent it) and our very own Beasley (who appraised it) for a fab wedding gift I received a few days ago: the Sunday comics section from the Baltimore American on April 26, 1942. My reactions?
- “Wow, every comic got, like, half a page each!”
- “Wow, everybody’s in the army!”
- “Wow, the Phantom sure used to be a lot more racist!”
Fortunately, except for the kids being younger, Blondie hasn’t changed much:
There’s a breast-feeding joke here somewhere, but I’m too classy to really go for it.
I’m taking a quick trip back to see the family in Buffalo this weekend. I’d say that it would interrupt the flow of comics, but that flow got interrupted quite nicely this week without any trips, now, didn’t it? So let’s just say that I’m going to take a pass on Saturday and Sunday’s comics, unless something really wacky happens, like more hand-jiving.
Stuff to entertain and/or distract you while I’m gone: