In honor of the fabulous new collection/biography of the Virgil Partch, VIP: The Mad World of Virgil Partch I am giving in to VIP-mania here at the tumblr page for the weekend
From the Billy Ireland Cartoon Library & Museum.
I don’t have a whole lot of company in the Ella Cinders fan club. I once offered to scan a year’s worth of ECs for a friend and they promptly ended all communication. So I know better than to try and make the case for appreciating a strip only meant to be enjoyed in the 21st century by the select few…
But still, for a strip which is not often known for being visually interesting, this Sunday from 1927 is worth pausing over—as panels roll around the page like the crates within the hull of the ship.
James Swinnerton’s Jimmy is up there on my list of most awesome/least appreciated comics of all time. Swinnerton created several long-running series over his long career, but Jimmy is closest to my heart because it features an easily-distracted protagonist forever ending up on the receiving end of a parental beating, not for hot-footing the houseguest (a la Katzenjammer Kids) or for being Irish-American and homeless (a la Happy Hooligan) but because everything around him is too darned fascinating to remember what the hell he was supposed to be doing. This is, in short, the story of my life. Now I am at an age when I can blame it all on being a decrepit absent-minded professor, but in truth I have always been Jimmy, distracted endlessly by all the sights and people around me.
Here are four from Jimmy's first year, 1904. I will follow up later with more from later in the strip's long run.
I love me some Miss Peach and Lazarus’s awesome adoption of Picasso’s two-eyed profiles into what was one of the best kid comics of the 60s (along with my other favorite at the time, Wee Pals). And this Sunday from November 1960 is a particular favorite, reminding me of the miracle of democratic elections and all the reasons why maybe we should really be allowed to vote after all.
S’Matter Pop by C.M Payne, a strip with a long run into the 1940s and whose creator nonetheless ended up dying in poverty. A story as old as comics, I’m afraid.
I have a particular fascination with comics about WWI, or more specifically, with the homefront during WWI. Here Pop is reading about the War in Europe while the adorable little tyke sets him up for target practice. Good times!