Cartoons: Party Har Har

Whether you’re having casual cocktails or a fancy fete, it’s time to get this party started!

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“Lovely party, but it seemed awfully crowded.”
Tom Henderson
November 21, 1959

 

“Let’s have another look at that invitation.”
Paul Peter Porges
November 2, 1957

 

“That’s the hottest trumpet I’ve heard in years. I wonder if I might meet whoever’s playing it?”
Salo Roth
October 1, 1955

 

“Attention, everybody!”
Vahan Shirvanian
August 5, 1961

 

Vahan Shirvanian
June 20, 1959

 

“I can’t remember when I’ve had a better time, which gives you an idea of how seldom I get out.”
Walter Goldstein
June 8, 1957

 

“How’s the punch?”
Joseph Zeis
April 28, 1956

 

“He came late, so he’s catching up.”
Gene Carr
March 14, 1959

 

“Harry seemed to enjoy the punch.”
Joseph Zeis
December 9, 1961

 

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  1. Good grief! Just what kind of cartoons ARE these? I love #4 down by Shirvanian, “Attention, everybody!” I’m sure it’s based on fact. How about #7 by Joe Zeis that’s kind of risque. His toned-down ’61 sequel at the bottom answered the question of how’s the punch.

    Then there’s #8 by Gene Carr. Face down in that punch bowl kind of reminded me of how, once upon a time, exhausted Coach Leroy Fedders (who had a severe cold), was persuaded to go to Mary Hartman’s house for a BIG bowl of her curing chicken soup. She got him set up, was doing fine, then left the kitchen briefly, only to return finding the coach’s head down in that bowl, not breathing. In her typical deadpan delivery she declared with guilt, “Oh my gosh, Coach Fedders just drowned in a bowl of my chicken soup that was supposed to make him feel better.” What’s a 1976 Fernwood, Ohio housewife supposed to do?

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