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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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?