Rabbits

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  Blind Man's Buff, 19th century postcard.


Eugene Osswald, Fliegende Blätter, 1923.  'Flying Pages' is a good translation.


Eugene Osswald, The Animal's Ball, 1017 


The Brother Bears and Other Stories by Anna Williams Arnett, 1927


 Aubrey Hopwood and Seymour Hicks. The Sleepy King, 1900


Cave painting from Lascaux, c.18,000 BCE.


University of Chicago's 1908 yearbook. Signed 'Bate'.


Winter Adventure, Theodore Kittlesen.  This guy rocks!


 Diane De Groat, Little Bunny's Loose Tooth


Kladderdastch Magazine, 1924.  By the Cincinnati born Arthur Johnson,  a Nazi.


Krokodil, 1956.  I cannot find the artist, this is presumably encouraging people to grow and/or eat vegetables and/or rabbits.  Excellent drawing.


Again with the Eugene Osswald!


Osswald.


Frank A. Nankivell, from A Book of Fairy-Tale Foxes by Clifton Johnson.  1914


Ha ha!  Krokodil, 1956.  Artist unknown.


 Judge Magazine, 1918.  Bugs was not the first.


El-ahrairah, Rachel Johannes Calder


Another from the Russian humor magazine Krokodil, pronounced Crocodile, 1956.  These drawings I have selected are free of any taint of Soviet Realism that fucked up so much Russian art.  This is a cartoonist of genius, excellent work.
очень хорошо, товарищи.


Kladderdatsch, 1937.  Looks like Arthur Johnson, Konfituren comes up as 'marmalades' or 'jams' on my translator, this is an anti-capitalist cartoon whatever it says.


 Judge, 1901, Gus Dirks.  Judge was a competitor to Puck.


E. B. Kemble.  Judge, 1912


Belgian Fairy Tales by William Elliot Griffis, 1919


Arthur Thiele 


  Playful Rabbit Illustration.
 

Mr. Rabbit At Home by Joel Chandler Harris.  The artist is Oliver Herford.


T. S. Sullivant
 


From that work of exceptional genius The Beast Is Dead, Edmond- Francois Calvo and Victor Dancette.  French Rabbits, German Wolves.


Thomas Starling Sullivant, once the premier cartoonist of the magazine world, barely remembered today.  His hippos were used as the model for 'The Dance of the Hours' segment of Fantasia, the elephants in Dumbo, the walrus in 'Alice in Wonderland'.  No credit given by Disney, of course, no more than Heinrich Kley got credit for his alligators used in Fantasia.


T. S. Sullivant



An article in London newspaper The Daily Telegraph about the first images from the European Space Agency's orbiting Planck observatory ended with -
 'The telescope is looking at the heat left behind by the big bang. It is a job comparable to measuring the body heat of a rabbit sitting on the moon.
 Well!
'Peter Abrahams is frustrated by the lack of clarity of this statement and wants to see what he calls the lunalapin 'defined more precisely with regard to the size of the rabbit, the color of the rabbit, and whether it is in sunlight or shade'.  Only then is he prepared to decide 'if 1 lunalapin is an accurate measure of the sensitivity of the observatory.'  Thus science divides truth from nonsense.  Here are the unquestioned facts, and not the ravings of some lunatic.  The vital statistics of the rabbit on the moon are -
Weight, 3 lb (1.4 kg) length, 16 in. (41 cm) Fur color, grayish brown on top and white underneath.  Habitat, both sun and shade.  Moonrabbits constantly pound rice in a mortar, it is presumed that this is what they eat.
 Here at Mister Scribbles our job is to know these things.  We are, of course, the world's go to source of all things lagomorphically improbable.  It's what we do.  It's all we do!


Banished!  But maybe someday, and soon...


Moonrabbits are always trouble.

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 https://www.oneletterwords.com


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