Y'Know, I B'leeve You're a Fraud

Yep, for a while there I thought Uncle Rip Van Turkle was the real deal, but I too think he went to far with his tall remembrances. But in the land of Kelly you never know.

In the final panel R.V.T. says 'Hey, chief! There's more!' Well actually there is no more (of this particular story). I think the last panels ran on a Friday and the Saturday strip would've been a standalone and then a couple days later the Pandemonia story begins which I have posted long ago. There's a Sunday strip just after these last panels and I'm posting it again down below, just to help bridge the gap.

June 5, 1966

King Sol, the Old Empire Umpire

The Tallest Cemetery Knowed to Man

Show You How to Live 'Til 5,000 A.D.

3,945 YEAR OLD!? Oh, Come ON!

Nero was Lead Fiddle

Ack-HaH-Hoo-Wook HUGGA - - CHOOO!

I woulda thought that part didn't need translating . . .

Beat the Hare in the Olympics, 776 B.C.

 Pogo knows a bit of stuff, too . . .

Protest March all the Way to Adapazari

Wow, Albert seems to know some stuff about geography and history.

All About the Modern Kids an' the Lost Generation

Seeing as how these strips are from 1966, the 'current crop of kids' then are what we call Boomers today (of which I'm one of). I guess it makes sense that every generation has its conflicts, but, well, 
okay Boomer.

Splash Ending on the Dialogue

Yep, I can see why this daily wasn't included in the French/Belgian version. Imagine trying to translate all that dialogue into something comprehensible. Only Kelly could fit this much stuff into a daily.

Put On the Wheels and Set Out for Constantinople

Twelve Million of 'Em Scorned . . . and Marching

We Identified with the Unidentifiable

A Teen-Ager since 1966 B.C.

A Photo Taken 100 Years Before Photography was UN-vented

My Old Uncle Rip Van Turkle

Old R.V.T. — Now there's an interesting character.

HARD-A-LEE, Uncle Pogo

Ancient Country Folk Dance of the Leaves

Heh-Hew-Ha! My Soul!