A PUREE

I can’t seem to remove my thinking too far from the subject of FOOD.  As gags drip down through the cartoon colander, they repeatedly relate to one of mankind’s (and womankind’s . . . and kid-kind’s) favorite pastimes: cooking, ordering, serving, or eating chow. So, a quartet of drawings, three of them obviously allied to the subject at hand will be our lead-offs this time.

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This Indian couple is 
heading out to a tribal feast































Next, two waiters, one of them obviously has the diner’s welfare at heart more than the other server.

                       

                                      ComputorEdge illustration

There’s always the aftermath to a lovely, romantic repast.

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Seldom do I remove anything from my file cabinets to stay removed. Consequently it’s a pleasant surprise always, to find an item that once gladdened my heart and now repeats. I spent twenty-nine years behind a microphone at WFLR AM-FM in upstate New York. Woofler was a small market radio station; the staff often became involved in community activities. Consequently, I was privileged to meet a large number of the station’s listeners and I still have mementos of those happy encounters.   

Unfortunately, I was not as thoughtful as a listener was when she gifted me with this unique crocheted cat. I failed to note its giver on the back of the card on which the cat is glued. It’s about 4 inches wide; I framed it and it has been hanging beneath our kitchen clock for about thirteen years. If someone recognizes it and wants to claim responsibility for such generosity, that would please me no end.
VINCENT is next!

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Along about the time that Child in Car cards were a fad, furry Garfield dolls were ubiquitous. (I have the feeling that I posted this cartoon a few weeks ago; if so, with apologies to Jim Davis, here’s the lasagna aficionado . . . in charge.)

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An early promotional piece for Li’l Ones.

And proof that I really don’t ever throw anything away, this is a spot drawing I did for the New York Times Book Review in 1950. Sixty-one years ago! How can that be, when I’m not much older than that myself?

That's my thumb print nailing the crook in flight. 


Next week, I’ll try to find something more from the tombs. 
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Jim