Cartoons: Musical Interlude

Many of these cartoon musicians march to the beat of their own drum, but we hope they strike a humorous chord with you!

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A dog is howling as a child is playing the violin. A visitor remarks to the mother about the scene unfolding in front of them.
“The dog is coming along nicely.”
October 22, 1960


A musician has collapsed on the ground, trumpet and musical sheets strewn about him. The radio announcer speaks into the microphone, ending the segment.
“And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the Flight of the Bumblebee”
October 8, 1960


A pianist eats lunch at his grand piano, on stage, as a theatre attendant puts up an "intermission" sign.

November 21, 1942


A song-writer creates a song with notes inspired by birds on the electrical wires outside his window.

September/October 1994


A musician with a bass violin sits in a chair across a pair of ladies. One of the ladies turns to the other, discussing whether they should ask him to play something.
“Perhaps we can persuade him to play something.”
November 23, 1957


A father asks his perturbed, violinist son to play a song in front of a proud adult audience.
“Play something expensive.”
November 23, 1957

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  1. I was the cartoonist for the Lafayette (IN) Journal & Courier for 49 years until the position was eliminated. Do you ever use or need original art? I’m retired now but still keep busy doing occasional cartoons. So money is not the issue. Let me know and I’d be happy to send you a portfolio of my work.
    Thanks for continuing the Post. I plan to subscribe.

  2. Since I already subscribe to the Post, do I have access to the archives, or do I need to pay $15 in addition?

  3. I smiled because when I saw the cartoon with the piano player looking up and seeing the birds as notes is something that I do when the birds come back to Florida in the fall. I used to play the piano when I was a young girl.


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