It would be great if a regular reader of this old comic strip would type out the small print so “normal” people (like me) could read what was originally in the strip without a magnifying glass.
Top left. This is the way the thunderstorm came the other day: At first a couple of clouds crept up, like scouts, over the hill, back of the little farm-house there, and peered over into the fields below.
Top right. They must have decided that there was a good wide space for an invasion, for soon a gigantic trumpeter-cloud mounted the hill-top, leading on a disorderly array of cloud-soldiery, with eager, threatening faces, and a great gray cat flew sprawling along overhead, so that things took on a very weird and uncomfortable appearance.
Middle left. Then long lines of fighting troopers crept up, row after row of shouting, angry giants, and the first big drops began to fall. The tall poplars swayed to and fro and struggled with the wind, and the little quince-tree tried ever so hard to run away, and couldn’t.
Middle right. And now the giants swept simultaneously over the hill-top, the lightning-thrower, the thunder-drummer, and the rain-carrier, and oh my! how they behaved! Lightning-thrower hurled one great bolt of polished zig-zag lightning right across the fields and scared the little farm-house and the two poplars nearly into fits - it was a narrow escape for them.
Bottom. After all was over Williewinks [sic] put on his blue-hooded circular and went out over the wet fields to watch the quaint procession of wind-driven clouds against the evening sky. There was a funny ducklet who marched on ahead; then a fiddler, and then a whole row of old Rococo-Dames, with torn skirts fluttering in the wind, dancing lustily along.
ART Thompson Premium Member over 3 years ago
The ultimate in anthropomorphizing.
Solstice*1947 over 3 years ago
I especially love the inter-panel and border illustrations and designs, and the overall choice of color.
HarryLime Premium Member over 3 years ago
I loved the entire scene, and especially the smiles on the faces of the poplars, having weathered such a storm, albeit brief!
donald wayne over 3 years ago
It would be great if a regular reader of this old comic strip would type out the small print so “normal” people (like me) could read what was originally in the strip without a magnifying glass.
Joseph Nebus Premium Member over 3 years ago
Here we go. The five panels:
Top left. This is the way the thunderstorm came the other day: At first a couple of clouds crept up, like scouts, over the hill, back of the little farm-house there, and peered over into the fields below.
Top right. They must have decided that there was a good wide space for an invasion, for soon a gigantic trumpeter-cloud mounted the hill-top, leading on a disorderly array of cloud-soldiery, with eager, threatening faces, and a great gray cat flew sprawling along overhead, so that things took on a very weird and uncomfortable appearance.
Middle left. Then long lines of fighting troopers crept up, row after row of shouting, angry giants, and the first big drops began to fall. The tall poplars swayed to and fro and struggled with the wind, and the little quince-tree tried ever so hard to run away, and couldn’t.
Middle right. And now the giants swept simultaneously over the hill-top, the lightning-thrower, the thunder-drummer, and the rain-carrier, and oh my! how they behaved! Lightning-thrower hurled one great bolt of polished zig-zag lightning right across the fields and scared the little farm-house and the two poplars nearly into fits - it was a narrow escape for them.
Bottom. After all was over Williewinks [sic] put on his blue-hooded circular and went out over the wet fields to watch the quaint procession of wind-driven clouds against the evening sky. There was a funny ducklet who marched on ahead; then a fiddler, and then a whole row of old Rococo-Dames, with torn skirts fluttering in the wind, dancing lustily along.
LizP2323 over 3 years ago
Beautiful artwork!