Comic Book Bunnies

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Mike Kazaleh, Captain Jack # 3.


Auntie Agatha's Home For Wayward Rabbits.  Image Comics.


Captain Carrot And His Amazing Zoo Crew! D.C. Comics, 1982 - 83.


Animal Comics # 11, 1944.  Walt Kelly.


Hoppy, The Marvel Bunny, January 1946.  Chad Grothkopf.


Cutey Bunny, Army Surplus Komiks.  Joshua Quagmire.


Atomic Rabbit, November 1957, Charlton.  Maurice Whitman.


Atomic Bunny, Oct 1958.  This was published by Charlton, and is a continuation of Atomic Rabbit after it's creator Al Fago left.  It folded in 1960, not surprising due to all the changes in the rabbit and the direction of the comic.  Here, Atomic Bunny has morphed into a Bugs look alike and there is nothing superhero about this, in fact it's a pretty lame gag and I hope Atomic beats the living hell out of the dipshit pink rabbit, yes I do, and then I hope he makes Pink Rabbit shove those turnips up his own ass one by one while wearing that bucket of paint crammed down over his eyes.  Considering that Atomic Bunny is eating a carrot shaped turnip that is dripping with wet paint does not argue well for his intelligence, and Pinky will probably skate.  From the look on Pink's face he already has one of those turnips up his ass, and it's vibrating furiously.


Dead Rabbit, Mixology and Mayhem.  This is a bar in New York with stories and drink recipes, the rabbit is the reincarnated John Morrisey, of the feared Dead Rabbits Five Points gang.  I don't like what I see art-wise but this is a post on cartoon rabbits, so all aboard.


Happy Rabbit. Standard Comics, June 1951, possibly Vince Fago, brother of Al.  This ran for 8 issues 1951-52, and considering the cover here I think that was a miracle.
The difference between a cartoon rabbit and a pelican is that you can eat a cartoon rabbit.


Super Rabbit, Timely Comics.  SR ran 1943-1952, this is a 1958 unauthorized reprint.  Al Fago.  Super Rabbit's secret identity is Waffles Bunny, described as a reporter or a shoeshine boy.  How could this have gone wrong?


Rags Rabbit # 14.  Harvey, 1951.  This is not funny.  Rags was described as the funniest rabbit in comics.  Buyer beware!


Speedy Rabbit, I. W. Publishing.  Super Comics, 1958.

Let us enjoy reading this one of Aesop’s Fables of Speedy Rabbit.  A dog spotted a rabbit and started chasing him, but the rabbit got away.  Seeing this, a goat stopped to gloat.  "Too fast for you, wasn't he?" he sneered.
"Why are you surprised?" said the dog. "I was chasing him for fun; he was running for his life."

Moral: Performance depends on motivation.

 This is off the English for Students site.  The 'moral' so smugly repeated here is the cornerstone of Marine Corps philosophy, and should be engraved over the entrance to boot camp along with 'We Are Born To Die' and 'Work Makes You Free'.
'Let us enjoy reading this one of Aesop's Fables".  I very much admire this writer for not letting his inability to write English keep him from teaching it.

https://www.exclassics.com/espoke/espkpdf.pdf
 


The New Adventures of Peter Rabbit # 15. Avon, November 1952.  Frank Carin nee Carino.  The artwork in this is over the top excellent.  I wonder if Dazy, Timmy, and Cicero notice that the little white kid Sparky is wearing the skin of a talking raccoon for a hat?
If mice are talking you can bet the farm that raccoons do as well, and a foul mouthed bunch they are.


Oh,..one more.  August, 1951.  Cheeta is an Indian and is presumably comic relief for this angst ridden existential tome, and is getting what he deserves because of his irresponsible people being wiped out by smallpox and magazine rifles.
"Never keep your word with Indians, 'cause they're cheetas"!

'Whatever happens we have got
The Maxim Gun, and they have not'.


Miyamoto Usagi, of Usagi Yojimbo.  Various publishers, Stan Sakai.  The world's most badass long eared samurai, ever!
 

 

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