Jingle Jangle Tales

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 Benny The Bear and The Polar Twins, Jingle Jangle Comics # 2.  April, 1943








Edited by Stephen Douglas, principle artist George Carlson with other work by Phil Sturm, David Tendlar, and Emanuel Demby  Jingle Jangle ran for 42 issues in the 1940's and is now remembered because of George Carlson.

 

 June, 1943.  Frederick Stanley
 

 What have you done today to earn your place in this crowded world?


Scotty The Sleuth Hound.  Is it me or does Scotty look familiar?

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Cold, wind, peat, mountains, bagpipes and plaid produces a rugged if craggy breed.  Good to have him inside the tent barking out than outside the tent barking in.
 

 The little blue faced fox thing is getting a well deserved thrashing for trying to steal honey.  Now he is going to be 'a real man'.  The gangleader bee with a distinct Brooklyn  accent is a lineal ancestor of our very own-
 
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Andy is high spirited and, er...high spirited.  He has made this site what it is today!
 

 Next month - Wounded Knee Knuckleheads, the big Pow! Wow!

And quit your bitching, Cochise, there's a war on.
 

 Frog Pond Ferry, Jingle Jangle Tales # 6, December 1943.  Art by Phil Webb, and a piss-poor job he did of it too.
 

 Welsh Rabbit is cheese toasted over bread.  The name was given by the English after Edward Longshanks the Bastard stole Wales in a most brutal fashion and many of the Welsh starved to death.  Ha ha ha, ain't that funny, neighbors with nothing to eat?
My secret Bunny Clan name is Paul Kai ap Dafydd ap Sylvester Davis, and since I cannot get my hands around all of England's neck I will settle for their inbred feeble-minded worse than useless German monarchy and decorating Harlech Castle with their heads right before I force the rest of the aristocracy to dismantle it by hand and throw the stones into the ocean, still wearing their evening dress for the big festival I invited them all to attend. Of course I would feed my prisoners well, toasted cheese on bread day in and day out, under my program I doubt they would have time to get tired of such food.  I would take refusal to enjoy this delicacy very, very personal.  Art by Phil Webb.
 

 Jingle Jangle Tales # 8, April 1944.  David Tendlar


# 9, June 1944.  The Very Royal Lion And The Sunburnt Cheese-Cake.  George Carlson


From Forest Trial, by Sophie and Louis Ferstadt, story and art respectively.  Their work is still collected today, and Louis was a card carrying communist, I imagine his wife Sophie was as well.  Louis died in 1954 while out camping, no doubt a stress related heart attack brought on by McCarthy's vicious attacks on people who did nothing but have a different opinion concerning politics.  Sophie died in 1994.


Jingle-Jangle Tales # 10, The Overgrown Bumble-Bee and the Tuneless Pop Cornet.  August 1944.
George Calson.  See Andibi, above.


Cover, October 1944.  David Tendlar.

As good a place to stop for now as any.

 

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