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Snowball, Jolly Jingles #10, Summer 1943, Archie Comics.  Red Holmdale.  This is included to show just how stunningly insensitive some people could be.


A side splitter that will make you happy and popular.




It Shouldn't Happen To A Dog, Jolly Jingles #11, Fall 1943.  Joe Edwards.  The dog's name is Trouble.






Jolly Jingles #11, Squoimy The Woim.  Joe Edwards.


Hard to believe these guys tried this.  I imagine Walt moved on them at light speed.  






Jolly Jingles #12, Winter 1943. Ed Goggin.   Maxie Mouse has sunk beneath the waves of time and left no visible trace that I can find, and good riddance.  Not too long ago on here I was complaining about using Aesop as a source, but anyone who will rip off Mickey Mouse without even trying to disguise it is beyond further commentary.
 

 (Further commentary)  This is from a Tijuana Bible.  Sure looks to me like the Maxie Mouse artist was doing some moonlighting.  The link below is for Comic Book Historians only!

 



If you could hold a pencil, never mind use it, you were in at Jolly Jingles!


Summer,1944. Harry Sahle


Oh... gee..., thanks mom, thanks dad, this is the best birthday ever.






Jolly Jingles Fall 1944.  Bumble The Bee-Tective, Joe Edwards.  'Monkey' at this time was shorthand for 'Jap'.




Baba The Black Sheep, Fall 1944.  Artist deservedly unknown.  And that's it for today's foray into truly wretched Anthro comics, although I imagine there's worse out there.  Much worse.


Keep America free.  Keep reading comics!

(That Zoot! comic is issue #6, March/April 1947)

(Photo by Charles 'Teenie' Harris).



Next time - Scar's dating tips for boys!

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