Waw! Who Wants to be a Turtle?

A continuation from the last strip, the 2nd strip that I personally rescued from the trash heap (there was no recycling done by ANYbody back in those days—heck, people even burned their trash in their backyard incinerators!).

The printing registration is pretty bad on this one, as is the bleed-through from Archie on the other side. But it's part of the archives of Kelly's Whirled, so here it is.

A Mislaid Egg

This is the earliest Pogo Sunday that I clipped from the paper, back in (wait for it) May of nineteen sixty-three. Good gosh, that's 6 months before Kennedy's assassination. I have no specific memory of culling this piece of ephemera, but seeing it opens a flood-gate of childhood emotions, of wonder and fascination of all things four-color. All these years later, the boy that I was is still within the man I am.