It's Not All Beer and Skittles

Sam, cat and gypsy moth exit stage left. Enter Albert.

These current characters have been fun, but I was kind of missing Albert, if not the others, even if it had to be a football story line to bring them back (Kelly's sports stories could get a bit repetitive). 

This strip was a bear to clean up, taking me longer than usual, but it's always swell to get one more strip archived.

September 21, 1969

Nimble Fingers of Patagonian Maidens

This Sunday's strip that I clipped, oh so many years ago, wasn't too bad for bleed-through marks, but as ill luck would have it, it had a fair amount of printing press dirt marring it. To add injury, it was also torn here and there. But thanks to the miracle of photoshop, well, here ya go!

Long Live Kelly, I allus say!

September 14, 1969

Whew, it's good to know these aren't really skinned canines...or at least so sez Seminole Sam...hmm...

Yonder Behold

September 7, 1969

This strip took extra long to clean up due to bleed-through from the other side, but the show must go on. And this show is a little creepy, 'cause of those wigs for dogs. Notice that Sam doesn't deny Beauregard's accusation of skinning his pals.

No other comic strip came close to such dialogue as Kelly gave us.

Below is a pic of a Komondor, descended from an Aftscharka. One wonders if Kelly had a personal history with such a dog.

A Thrilling Sabbath

Well, if I can't get more than a couple of encouraging hurrahs from Friends-in-Kelly for Kelly publishing ideas, I can only imagine the grand thud that would be heard from the general public.  I'm moving on, with other fish to fry.

I have no time to edit this Sunday's strip for bleed-through and mis-registration. It's as good a sample as any to show a typical pre-editing image.

LLK.

August 17, 1969

unedited

Smearcase This Guy

Kelly has turned this whole Krazy Kat homage inside out and wandered down the street with it. The general public would have no idea what Kelly was sourcing, and so what? With Kelly, we enjoy the journey, not the point of departure nor the destination. The G. Moth steals the show, even as the show goes on.

August 10, 1969

Thank you again, to those who have taken time to share your words of encouragement for continuation of this blog. Later this week, I'll have an important question for you and other members and readers of the Whirled of Kelly. Please check back in a few days...

Stuck with Me 'til the Last Bite of Liverwurst

Finally entering the storyline is the brick-throwing cat, Butch. 

Have you ever uttered words that you thought no one had paid attention to, but later were quoted, so as to cause you embarrassment? Such it is for Beauregard from this strip to next weeks' Sunday strip.

Image-editing these strips is becoming more and more time-consuming, but I will stay on the task as long as I can. I'm losing interest in blogging and the internet in general, and I'm laid up with an injury sustained while on a photography assignment—so who knows how much longer I'll keep the Whirled of Kelly spinning. I only hear from some half-dozen of y'all at any given time (bless you guys), so the motivation to continue is waning. 

We shall see, we shall see . . . 

August 3, 1969