Good ones this week! I’m surprised the cartoons I sent in got through that fast. I expected it to take at least a month.
Ewe may be ashamed of the herding jokes, but it’s all woolen good in practice.
“Lassie! Get help!” is the caption of a classic two-panel New Yorker cartoon. Panel one has Timmy in distress, giving the command. Panel two shows Lassie on a psychiatrist’s couch.
Favorite variant was on the first Gary Shandling show, the meta sitcom. Gary takes in a stray collie with a compulsion for rescuing people. June Lockhart turns up to claim the dog, who is in fact Lassie. She explains that Lassie wandered off looking for somebody to rescue. On slow days, she cheerfully says, they usually throw a few kids in the lake to keep her busy.
Quite a few pickleball players came to the game from tennis or raquetball, and often (mistakenly) refer to the paddle as a racquet.
Where did the Mozart/Cinderella one come from?
Ed, the Mozzarella one came from a Facebook Page called Ludwig von Beethoven. I don’t know why.
The thing you have to ask yourself is, “Why not?”
@ Brian & Mitch – It would seem to be a clear case of trying to stay one step ahead of the competition:
@DanaK: fumetti.
@ MinorAnnoyance – I found the “Lassie” cartoon you described in the New Yorker’s CD compilation (published 8-May-1989), but it appears that Conde Nast has removed all of the late Danny Shanahan‘s material from the online store:
Now I’ve got an earworm of “Cinderella Rockefella”, that 1960’s song, only I’m hearing it as Cinderella Mozzarella. “You’re my Cinderella.” “You’re my mozzarella.”
Can I challenge the mozzarella meme as not quite really a cartoon or comic strip?
.. but a funny OY, I will admit
One does not use a racquet for table tennis.
@ Dana – While technically correct, your logic would also have eliminated last week’s “Dress Accordi(a)ngly“, as well as every “That is Priceless” that has ever appeared at CIDU1.
Good ones this week! I’m surprised the cartoons I sent in got through that fast. I expected it to take at least a month.
Ewe may be ashamed of the herding jokes, but it’s all woolen good in practice.
“Lassie! Get help!” is the caption of a classic two-panel New Yorker cartoon. Panel one has Timmy in distress, giving the command. Panel two shows Lassie on a psychiatrist’s couch.
Favorite variant was on the first Gary Shandling show, the meta sitcom. Gary takes in a stray collie with a compulsion for rescuing people. June Lockhart turns up to claim the dog, who is in fact Lassie. She explains that Lassie wandered off looking for somebody to rescue. On slow days, she cheerfully says, they usually throw a few kids in the lake to keep her busy.
Quite a few pickleball players came to the game from tennis or raquetball, and often (mistakenly) refer to the paddle as a racquet.
Where did the Mozart/Cinderella one come from?
Ed, the Mozzarella one came from a Facebook Page called Ludwig von Beethoven. I don’t know why.
The thing you have to ask yourself is, “Why not?”
@ Brian & Mitch – It would seem to be a clear case of trying to stay one step ahead of the competition:
@DanaK: fumetti.
@ MinorAnnoyance – I found the “Lassie” cartoon you described in the New Yorker’s CD compilation (published 8-May-1989), but it appears that Conde Nast has removed all of the late Danny Shanahan‘s material from the online store:
Now I’ve got an earworm of “Cinderella Rockefella”, that 1960’s song, only I’m hearing it as Cinderella Mozzarella. “You’re my Cinderella.” “You’re my mozzarella.”