Peanuts by Charles Schulz for June 24, 2020

oh, so wonderful

Does anyone here know about Charles Schulz’s second comic, titled “It’s Only a Game”?

What’s going to happen when they all discover who is actually under that sack? Dum de dum dum.

Ok, I am waiting for the other shoe to drop, “Sack” never has had such a long streak of happiness, its like when he actually won a baseball game but had to forfeit when it was found out that Snoopy bet on the game……

CB … soon to learn that “all that glitters is not gold” …

Mr. Sack is the man!

“Life here in camp is wonderful”…until…

There are a couple of survival skills every child should learn: swimming is one of them – at least to the point where you don’t panic and can tread water.

I also recommend teaching parachute landing falls in gym class. We don’t all have to be airborne troopers, but knowing how to do one instinctively has saved me from many an injury.

He better hopes it doesn’t rain and he’s outside. Also, how does he eat, or bathe?

Even a blockhead like Charlie Brown can catch a break once in a while.

Those kids are going to be shocked when the sack comes off.

In this age of email and text, does anyone write letters anymore?

Given Charlie Brown’s luck, I hope we aren’t about to have a near-drowning…or worse.

That little camper could use a decent hair cut. Maybe President Mr. Sack could get his barber dad to visit?

The anonymity provided by the sack has given CB a sense of confidence he so badly lacks. Too bad it isn’t going to last.

Knowing what we know about the Halloween special; shouldn’t that sack have multiple holes cut into it?

The “here in camp” is superfluous, CB! :D

Enjoy it while it lasts. Back home you’ll just be good old Charlie Brown.

Every Chuck has his day.

Whatever you do, don’t remove the Sack

Learning to swim IS a must. It saddens me tremendously when I read stories about drownings of people of an age that they should have learned how to swim, but didn’t. Learning not to cajole non-swimmers into deep water is something else everyone should learn, but it still happens.

That feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach tells you you are reading Peanuts. Remember when Charlie Brown tried to steal home base with bases loaded? At least with the football it was over by the last panel.

(This is still one of my favorite stories. That and when the pitcher’s mound drifted out to sea!)

I want to enjoy Charlie Brown’s moment of popularity, but in the back of my mind I know that it’s all gonna come crashing down the moment he takes off the sack. I haven’t seen this arc before, 1973 was a few years before my time, but I know how it goes for him. He never gets to kick the football, and his happiness is short lived.

Oh please, oh please, oh please let Charlie Brown make it all the way to the end of camp having fun this time! He still has to go home and deal with the other kids.

Just make sure you have an idea how to swim after the lessons. I can remember as a really little kid I could swim. I wasn’t nessecarily a good swimmer, but I could swim without having to wear water wings or a life vest. Then mom thought it would be a good idea for me to take swimming lessons so I could “learn” to swim at the local Y. Yeah right, that was a terrible idea because after those lessons I couldn’t swim to save my life. They had us spend more time hanging on to the side of the pool than actually teaching us to swim.

For almost six or seven years swimming meant one of three things to me. One, wearing water wings or a life vest and struggling to move about. Two, kicking off the side of the wall while underwater and seeing how far I could propel myself from just kicking off. Or three, wander around where my feet or toes could touch the botton. And some times I’d get real daring see how deep I could go until my tip toes were barely touching the pool bottom and then return to safety.

I spent a summer at scout camp when I was about twelve or thirteen and learned how to swim to get my swimming belt loop. The instructors actually teaching swimming were a lot better than the ones at the Y I’d been supposed to learn at years before. Like the Y, they did have us hold on to the dock and pull ourselves along it when we started out. Unlike the Y, that was only day one, the rest of the time they had us out in the middle water encircled by the dock with life vests on teaching us how to preform various strokes. The final test was to be able to swim the length of the swimming area without the life vest. I’m far from a great swimmer now, but at least I can swim.