All I Want for Christmas...

February 6, 1967

I have an entire trashbag of plastic clothes hangers in our spare bedroom. I'm saving them because they may come in handy if I ever have enough clothes or adopt three more people who have clothes to hang up in a closet. I refuse to keep wire hangers--those are terrible.

Are those framed footprints on the wall?

I like the image of Brutus sitting on Santa's lap and that Santa seems unfazed by this fully grown adult man sitting on him.

I'm also interested in learning more about the people in line. Does Wilberforce get a turn or did Brutus take up his time? Are those Arnie's parents with Li'l Arnie? That woman in orange does not find Brutus' shenanigans amusing. And what's with the Brutus-like man by the tree? I'm going to call him Thin-Brutus...No. Divorced Brutus.

The Next Billie Eilish

September 20, 1987

Is Gladys okay? Should I be concerned about her health or her drinking?

Does Gladys need to use the car? Why is she walking away from it? Look, I get that you could just chalk it up to "Gladys isn't the sharpest tool in the shed" or whatever, but this goes beyond that. Far beyond...

I always like seeing people I know doing things I would never think they were good at. It would make sense Hurricane Hattie would be good at singing considering that she probably broke the arm of one of the other kids at the concert just last week.

Of all the throwaway panels in the world, this is the throw-awayiest.

The annual holiday post is up. 1959's Little Gabe and the Golden Stars by Walt Scott. If you would like to support me or this website, you can click the link at the top of the page.

When It Absolutely Positively Has To Be There Overnight

February 4, 1967

I thought I understood how ice fishing worked, but maybe I don't. Are the fish all under the circles he drew? Are the fish under the end of the saw, tapping on the ice like "Ha-ha idiot! No seafood meal for you today!"?

Oof. Eat shit, people who work in the Veeblefester Tea Cozies, Inc. mail room. And both Brutus and Gladys are just smiling. "Yep, our mail room is terrible!"

My father-in-law would always wear a Santa hat around this time. I'm not a hat person. Santa hats, stocking caps, things like that make my head itch. Ho ho ho.

Little Gabe & the Golden Stars

This year's holiday installment is Little Gabe and the Golden Stars, which debuted December 7, 1959 and ended December 24, 1959 and was written and illustrated by Walt Scott, who also did last year's Christmas On Marrow-Bone Ridge.

In Little Gabe, Gabe is a trumpeter in the Heavenly Orchestra. As punishment for bebopping during the hymns(?), Gabe is sent to Poverty Corners and given a bag of golden stars and is told to make sure everyone in Poverty Corners has a good Christmas.

Using the stars, Gabe helps the people and animals celebrate the holiday season.

M e r r y    C h r i s t m a s

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H a p p y    H o l i d a y s

Holiday Horror

February 3, 1967

Is Brutus fired? Is this Brutus' first firing? Don't worry, Brutus, you'll get used to it.

I guess Brutus isn't really fired these days. His work ethic is just commented on in ways that I think would cause most people to be fired.

Does Brutus keep the chair...?

Ok, Gladys isn't just standing by the door waiting for Brutus, but is in the kitchen and still somehow makes it weird.

Christmas is in six days so Mother Gargle being here this weekend makes sense. You should've already prepared for this, Brutus.

Money Hoarder

It all starts out as fun and games. Two athletes from each state and territory--one boy and one girl--will travel to Washington, D.C. for The Patriot Games, a competitive celebration of America's independence. We don't know all the details, because President Trump just pulled this idea out of his ass earlier today, but this isn't an ideal prospect and seems very...dystopian coded.

Sigh. 37 months and 2 days left. May the odds be ever in our favor.

February 2, 1967

What's this thing supposed to do? I'm going with it drills into the floor while also drilling into the ceiling (provided your floor-to-ceiling height is ~5 1/2 feet). I don't know why you would need something like that but that's what marketing is for.

Thing.

Sounds like Veeblefester needs yet another visit from four ghosts this Christmas. Some day it's going to sink in. Fingers crossed it will be this year.

We're Not Talking About Leftover Pizza At All, Uncle Ted

February 1, 1967

What is the native carrying on his head? Is it a suitcase or something for the solider? That's some pretty good balancing.

I hope Colonizer Brutus is killed and eaten.

I don't know. I find it hard to believe Uncle Ted's never heard of a breakfast pizza, but I'll let it slide. I hope Brutus isn't going to force Uncle Ted to eat some breakfast pizza. I don't know what it is but breakfast pizza is never as good as you think it should be and always makes me a little depressed.

The Human Body Is a Work of Art

January 31, 1967

Ok. Sure. But can we stop him from causing hundreds of dollars in damage first? Then he can explain to us why he did this.

Gladys must be reading one of those new age feel-goodery child-rearing books.

Gross. Why are you using more body wash? Gross.

Sounds Like It's Gift Card Time

January 30, 1967

Oof. Wilberforce--at least this Wilberforce--is not a good scout. I do like that this woman is about to hit a small child with a cane/umbrella. I wish this guy wasn't there. I wanna see them fight.

What's that sign say? "Stamp out" something. Could you even read these signs in the newspaper? I know comics were slightly larger back then but still...

Veeblefester just said a week ago that he was finished shopping and only bought stuff for himself. Why must Veeblefester turn this comic strip into a den of lies?

Holiday tasks? Most everything Veeblefester needs to get ready for the holidays, he hires someone to do it.

Let's Rewatch How It All Went Wrong!

September 13, 1987

Did it take this electrician a month to make the appointment? Did the Eddys move because their entire house shorted out? "If we turn on more than three lamps, the house will burn down."

See? No lucky jersey.

I don't really like to watch either of these things, football(?) or singing competitions, but if you held a gun to my head, I'd probably pick...Honestly, the football game. I know, I'm surprised, too.

Yesterday, a more in-depth biography of Anthony Overton and his Overton Hygienic Manufacturing Company posted. Read about the first Black person to own a conglomerate. If you would like to support me or this website, you can click the link at the top of the page.