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The words below are a brief excerpt from the CoComics editors’ interview with me in July 2021. The entire interview can be read on the GoComics Blog below. Just click on page 4…… {Michael Reardon, Producer of Bozo on GoComics and son of the later cartoonist.]
In 1945, at the end of World War II, my father became internationally syndicated with the Chicago Sun-Times Syndicate with his comic strip Bozo, which was always his first love. The strip had appeared weekly in the Times-Dispatch from at least 1925. Syndication was a big change for him and our family. He set up his drawing desk between the living room and dining room at home, and his presence was always there. When I came home from school, he was always there. Always there in the evening. I would stand there looking over his shoulder. He preferred working overnight hours, and he usually slept until early afternoon. Having been born into all this, I never realized the special person that he was until he passed away when I was 18. He never boasted of his position, never boasted of being one of the country’s top pen artists, never boasted that Bozo was the syndicate’s most popular comic, as a survey of readers showed. In fact, he downplayed his importance in comparison to other cartoonists. A definite lesson in humility.
The words below are a brief excerpt from the CoComics editors’ interview with me in July 2021. The entire interview can be read on the GoComics Blog below. Just click on page 4…… {Michael Reardon, Producer of Bozo on GoComics and son of the later cartoonist.]
In 1945, at the end of World War II, my father became internationally syndicated with the Chicago Sun-Times Syndicate with his comic strip Bozo, which was always his first love. The strip had appeared weekly in the Times-Dispatch from at least 1925. Syndication was a big change for him and our family. He set up his drawing desk between the living room and dining room at home, and his presence was always there. When I came home from school, he was always there. Always there in the evening. I would stand there looking over his shoulder. He preferred working overnight hours, and he usually slept until early afternoon. Having been born into all this, I never realized the special person that he was until he passed away when I was 18. He never boasted of his position, never boasted of being one of the country’s top pen artists, never boasted that Bozo was the syndicate’s most popular comic, as a survey of readers showed. In fact, he downplayed his importance in comparison to other cartoonists. A definite lesson in humility.