Thursday, January 09, 2025

Replacement

February 11, 1966
We cured the common cold and the only side effect is that it shrinks you? Sounds like a good deal to me. It also seems like something that could be fixed easily. Sadly, whatever is causing the explosive bloody diarrhea could not be isolated.

Anyway, get vaccinated!

I have to appreciate that Veeblefester hired a fresh, young go-getter ready to prove himself and his seasoned employees are standing around the watercooler talking about it.

You two need to stay away from the new sales rep.

Wednesday, January 08, 2025

Does Veeblefester Do This With Every Employee?

Four men at a woman are standing at a bus stop. One of the men, carrying an umbrella, is getting rained on. The other people at the bus stop are standing apart from him and just staring at him.
February 10, 1966
Classic born loser. This would be the strip I'd choose as a header photo if I wanted to showcase the quintessential Born Loser comic.

I like how everyone is standing cautiously away from him and are probably hoping the rain doesn't follow him onto the bus.

My salary could at least follow the increases in cost-of-living and inflation. I'm not saying Brutus deserves the Moon because he's clearly just an average employee, but he does deserves the bare minimum in salary. As we all do.

Tuesday, January 07, 2025

Up and At Them

In an office, a voice comes over the intercom. "I'm leaving early for the day, Miss Goodge." "Yes, sir." The boss comes out of his office in a suit, with an umbrella, and a gardening pot stuck on his head. "Ever had one of those days where it seems that nothing goes right?" he asks.
February 9, 1966
I know I trip, fall and get my head stuck in a plant pot all the time. You'd think I'd learn by now...

I'm just assuming he tripped and fell and it wasn't just him staring at the pot and then thinking "I bet I could fit my head in there..."

Miss Goodge!!?

Veeblefester is in Brutus' office. "Thornapple! WAKE UP!" he yells and Brutus jolts awake with a shudder. "I wasn't asleep, chief, I was resting my eyes." "You were snoring," Veeblefester snarls.
He doesn't even have any work on his desk.

You should just let him sleep. Harder to screw things up when Brutus is asleep.

Monday, January 06, 2025

More Like Crappy Meal

Two Native Americans stand with two shady-ass lookin' white men. A treasure chest sits at their feet. "Let's get this straight--You'll give me that trunk of jewelry for everything east of the Mississippi?" the Natives ask. "Check!" the white men affirm. "Go ahead and take it, honey," the female Native says to the male one.
February 8, 1966
I don't think we talk enough about how we shoved Native Americans off their land in the eastern United States. Many of the Midwest tribes we talk about were originally east coast tribes. I know we've all heard to joke that the Lenape sold Manhattan Island to the Dutch for $24, but really they sold it for around $1,150. Still not a great deal for the Lenape.

One thing I like is the mean, sneaky-pete looks on the white colonizer's faces. What I don't like is that is implies the sale only happened because a woman said to take it. This is some Adam & Eve Biblical bullshit.

Brutus and Uncle Ted are sitting in a fast food restaurant at a very small table. Brutus has a hamburger meal in front of him while Uncle Ted has a kids meal with huge smiley face on the side. "I noticed you have been ordering kid meals lately, Uncle Ted," Brutus acknowledges. "True. I don't have the appetite for an adult meal anymore. Besides, the toys make me feel like a kid again," Uncle Ted says as he flies a small toy airplane around.
I should look more at kid meals when I just want a little snack. I know a lot of old people who just order kid meals. These old people are definitely onto something.

Although I disagree with the toy. They suck now. Cardboard pieces of crap most of the time.

Trail Park

Trail Park is a triangular parcel at the intersection of North 400 and East 1700 roads on the north edge of Baldwin City, Douglas County, Kansas. It features a granite marker that is situated along a portion of North 400 Road that has been in use since its creation as part of the Santa Fe Trail. Remnants of the trail are visible in the fields to the northwest of the park.

In 1907, Civil War veteran Isaiah Stickel and his wife, Jennie, donated to Baker University this small half-acre parcel along the trail route to commemmorate the Santa Fe Trail. The Baldwin Republican described this parcel as "a tongue of land having a connection to the original trail itself...because no where else is the old Trail used as a public highway." At least nowhere in the vicinity had the trail path itself been converted to a public roadway.

The four foot tall red granite marker was installed by the Daughters of the American Revolution. The students of Baldwin City also raised money to help with the installation. The unveiling was October 11, 1907. The original bronze plaque, designed by Maude Miles, was stolen in 1967 and replaced with a marble replica. The original bronze face served as a pattern for the marble replacement now adorning the face. The local Santa Fe Trail Historical Society of South Douglas County installed the new marble plaque in 1968 or 1969.

The small park included the signs/markers and no other features. There is the 1907 DAR marker, a metal commemorative sign erected in 1983 by two Baker University alumni, and a late 20th Century wood sign erected by the local Santa Fe Trail Historical Society that identifies the park. The DAR erected seven markers in Douglas County.1 Of the seven, this was the only one erected with a bronze face.

The DAR marker and Trail Park was added to the Kansas State and National Register of Historic Places in 2012 and 2013, respectively. The other two signs are non-contributing to the property.


Lieutenant Isaiah Stickel was born in April 1830 in Illinois. At 20, Stickel enrolled in McKendree College in Lebanon, Illinois. He graduated in 1855, but deferred graduation until the next year as he was the only senior in that class. Stickel became a schoolteacher for a few years until enlisting in the Illinois Cavalry on June 30, 1861 to fight in the Civil War. He was promoted to First Lieutenant in August 1862. He was discharged on April 6, 1866.

After the war, he relocated to Kansas settling in, at first, Padonia, near Hiawatha, and then Centralia, near Seneca, where he farmed and worked a mercantile business. In 1895, he moved to Baldwin City where he became very active in Baker University and the United Methodist Church, serving on the Board of Trustees, who authorized the construction of the old Methodist Church.2 He then claimed a soldier's plot in western Kansas and moved out there for a bit, but returned to Baldwin where he died in 1911.

Jennie (Spaulding) Stickel was born in New York on December 3, 1840. She married a Mr. Gaylord in 1861, who died during the Civil War. Jennie then became an army nurse for the remainder of the war. She moved with her uncle to Centralia, Kansas where she met and married Isaiah in the winter of 1871. She was also a very active member in the Methodist Church, the Women's Relief Corps, and the Women Christian's Temperance Union. She passed away April 12, 1916. Isaiah and Jennie had three children with only one surviving into adulthood. Their house, built around 1910, still stands about a quarter mile northwest of Trail Park.








1. The seven, from east to west, are at Black Jack, Palmyra, Trail Park, Brooklyn, Willow Springs, Globe, and Flag Springs (Simmons Station).

2. The original Methodist services were held in a small cabin north of Palmyra from 1854 until 1858 when the Old Castle was completed. Services were next held in the Old Stone Church (1868), now Pulliam Hall, on Baker University campus. Services were then held in Centenary Hall (1884). The old Methodist Church was a beautiful stone and brick building completed in 1904, that sadly burned down in 1930. The fourth and and final church was completed in 1932.

Sunday, January 05, 2025

Mother Fruitcake

Brutus and another man are in the diner and both order their usual from Sid. Sid returns with their burgers and begin eating. The one guy notes "This has onion. I ordered relish." Brutus comments "Mine is relish...I must have yours." The man takes Brutus' burger and begins eating. "This is relish...The one he gave you has onions." Brutus leans in  "How about for dessert, we both order the apple pie?"
August 17, 1986
Is it me or does this not flow like it should? We don't see the man take Brutus' burger so it's like he's still just eating his own. I don't know. It just seems clunky.

Brutus and Uncle Ted are in the car. "What's in the bag on the backseat, Brutus?" Uncle Ted asks. "There's a fruitcake in that bag. Mother Gargle made it for me for Christmas. I told her I ate it, so I needed to sneak it out of the house so no one would see me throw it away." "Don't do that. I'll take it." "Don't tell me you like fruitcake!" "I don't. My mom used to make one every year for the holidays and I hated every bite." "Then why do you want this fruitcake?" "It'll make me feel like I'm back home for the holidays."
Brutus was going to take the fruitcake to the county line and bury it in a shallow grave a few feet off a lonely and isolated road. Thanks, Uncle Ted, you just saved Brutus some gas!





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Saturday, January 04, 2025

🎵I'm Free from Your Spell🎶Oh, Free, Free, Free Now, Baby🎵

Two kids haughtily walk by Stacey's Lemonade, a psychiatrist booth-like stand run by a kid named Stacey. It is dark and snowy and Stacey's lemonade has been reduced from 5 cents to 4 to 3 and now to 2 cents. Stacey is yelling at the two kids "Fickle, fickle, ugly as a pickle...just let business fall off a little and PFFFT!!"
February 7, 1966
I appreciate this kid's entrepreneurship. Most people I know drink iced coffee in the winter so cold lemonade in the winter is nothing surprising. We drink lots of cold stuff in the winter. I don't know why that one girl is acting so snooty, but we'll show her. We'll show her *slowly shakes fists*

I looked up that "fickle, fickle" thing at the beginning. I found nothing. I guess Art came up with it himself.

Brutus and Gladys are sitting at the table drinking some hot coffee. "I love Mother's visits, but I have to admit I enjoy the quiet when she is gone," Gladys says. "That's an understatement..." Brutus begins. "She's..." but he's interrupted by Gladys. "Now, Brutus..." "I'm just saying, paraphrasing B.B. King, 'The Shrill Is Gone'."
Mother Gargle sucks. I know it. Brutus knows it. You even know it! Let her stay in Erie where she belongs.

Watch we'll see Mother Gargle again within the next two weeks. You are never truly free from Mother Gargle.

Friday, January 03, 2025

Unlimited Brutus

A man stands at a canvas and easel ready to paint. A beatnik, I don't know if it's an art teacher or a random passerby, leans in and says "Like, no. It's been done." The angle changes and we see that the canvas is separated and is a paint-by-number.
February 5, 1966
Don't listen to Art Professor Maynard G. Krebs here. People of all ages lovingly utilize paint-by-number books while beatnik after beatnik have disappeared.

I mean, he's creating a paint by numbers and not doing one, right? I guess the strip and comment works either way.

Brutus is sitting in his mother-flipping green chair with his feet up on an ottoman holding a phone. Hurricane Hattie stands in front of him. "Gladys outdid herself with this new phone she gave me for Christmas. It even came with a plan for unlimited minutes!" "Well, that a waste!" Hattie scoffs. "Why's that?" "Who would want to talk to you for that long?"
I feel the same way. Can I have a discount on my bill because I never actually use the phone part? No one wants to talk to me unlimitedly either, and frankly, I don't blame them.

Thursday, January 02, 2025

She Should Just Move In!!

An elderly woman is greeting a group of people. "Rent is payable in advance and you have full kitchen privileges. I sincerely hope you and your orchestra will enjoy your sojourn with us." The "orchestra" she is addressing is a shifty looking man in a pinstripe suit, another man with two guitar cases, a woman in a boa and leggings smoking a cigarette in a holder, a large burley man also holding two guitar cases, and another shifty man in black suspiciously looking out the window.
February 4, 1966
I don't judge based on appearances. Maybe they are an orchestra. With four guitars. And no other instruments.

This comic actually seems like it would be a TV show back in the 1960s. Maybe on opposite My Mother, the Car. And like My Mother, the Car it would be canceled after one season.

What is Mother Gargle wearing? Is that a nightshirt? Is Mother Gargle the charwoman or laundress who stole Ebenezer Scrooge's clothes after he died? Tell Bob Cratchit I say "hi".

Wednesday, January 01, 2025

Worth a Shot, I Guess

Quincy Monroe comes home from work, smiling and arms wide open. "And how did Daddy's bridey spend her day?" he asks. "She has a surprisey for Daddy!" she replies, running up to him with her arms open. "She's baking real homemade bread for him!" Coming from the kitchen, a giant monster-like dough is pushing out from the kitchen door.
February 3, 1966
Ooh. Don't like this. "Daddy's bridey"? "Surprisey for Daddy"? As much as I want that seemingly alive dough monster to smother them, I also feel they should be put on trial for crimes.

Wilberforce is looking disgustingly at a bunch of food on the counter. "What's this stuff?" he asks Gladys. "Roast pork butt, black-eyed peas, collared greens, spinich, and lentils. They say if you eat these foods on New Year's Day, then you'll have a good luck all year," Gladys replies. "Yuck! I'd rather have bad luck all year," Wilberforce says.
The pork butt should be good, right? I don't like spinach. I've never had the other stuff. Isn't this just soul food? That's probably the blandest soul food to ever be cooked. Gladys seems like someone who vastly under-seasons. Or over-seasons, which can also make food taste bad.