Kitty Khaki is a weird one in the sense that I’ve cobbled these from a number of papers…Kitty just never seemed to find a home for more than a few episodes. I checked American Newspaper Comics and Mr. Holtz appears to have had the same issue investigating this one. I’ve managed to unearth sixteen of them, though I should warn you one is in such poor shape it is barely readable. The creator is clearly named Hughes, though that’s about all I can tell you.
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I’m not sure what brought together the skills of legendary artists A.D. Condo and Johnny Gruelle for one super panel, but I do know I like it. According to the Oxford Dictionary online, Shanks’s Pony is “used to refer to one’s own legs and the action of walking as a means of conveyance.” It is my new goal to drop that one into casual conversation sometime soon.
I’m not sure who the creator is behind Resolutions, the signature appears to be a “W” in a circle; anyone have any ideas? There aren’t too many of them, one imagines the artist started with the best of intentions and then slipped back into old habits…
Mr. True would rather you:
a) keep your unsolicited film commentary to yourself
b) keep your stinking smoking habit to yourself
c) keep your filthy germs to yourself
d) all of the above
(no fair scrolling down until you have circled your choice on the monitor)
An unusual departure for today’s Everett Truesday feature, Everett True’s Correspondence gives our favorite curmudgeon vigilante a forum from which to dispense his own brand of advice. By “his own brand”, of course, you’ll read “violence-laden”. Start with the example above and proceed forward to get an eyeful of Ev’s problem-solving abilities…
William F. Marriner’s House of Mirth has everything one would wish from a first-generation comic strip: it’s well-rendered, anarchic, clever, and funny. The anarchic aspect is particularly pronounced in this strip about a group of children who set up the House of Mirth, a vaudeville-styled lean-to shed where the tables are turned, and the audience is actually the entertainment for the proprietors. This entertainment invariably takes the form of physical abuse. The kids have all sorts of contraptions rigged up to inflict pain on those foolish enough to pay for a show; a particularly wonderful Sunday found the boys releasing a dog on a cop!
Sadly, fairly early on in the strips’s run it switched gears to showing the kids getting their comeuppance more often than not. By me, the strip was more fun when the kids were unrepentant torturers. I suppose that says something about me. Hmm…