Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for July 21, 2024

Schott is not a fist fighter; she’s left bloodied and bruised

It serves her right. She made her plight. Boss’s trust abused.

Confession time. She dropped a dime to shady tabloid rag

Of sweet delight she deemed not right. They’ll print it in the mag

Unless Boss pays, then secret stays safely under wraps

Clandestine hookup in the works. Beware of deadly traps.

Out on the street someone to meet. Hour nearing eight

Best to do just as you’re told or else it’s tempting fate.

Train bound south for Carbondale. The “Angels” now take wing

No good comes from standing pat. These ladies shall not sing.

Dick Tracy too is on the scene, checking his 2-way

A blackmailer has run amok. The law will have its say.

For all those anticipating an action-packed Sunday!

7:55, glad I’m still alive

7:56, Gweedo loves his hicks

7:57, I’m definitely not in Heaven

7:58, today’s strip is great?

7:59, I’m running out of rhymes

8:00, where’s the awe and shock?

As a final word on demand

Tracy’s got some hairy hands

Why, when I read today’s strip, do I hear Ennio Morricone’s soundtrack from “The Untouchables” in my head?

Good morning™, Clock Watchers !

A confluence of active events is coming …………. and going in the wink of an eye. I’ll be Glob smacked if we actually see some head bustin’. There’s that clock again. Is that supposed to be Pistol Packin’ Pamela or a new character, signaling the start of a new story ?

Good morning™, all!

8 p.m., the moment of truth, is approaching.

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For whom the bells toll…..

Who still has mailboxes? They disappeared in this area decades ago.

Today’s strip brought to you by Harpo Marx.

Somebody has been hitting the bong.

Suspense . . . . but the hammer is about to fall .

1) City seems awfully deserted at 8 pm.2) If he’s paying in Mazooma, why should he have to make a physical appearance? Just transfer the funds—Easy Peasy, Lemon Squeezy….

I know where in the world Carmen Sandiego is!

….I am suddenly reminded of Eight O’Clock Coffee…….a staple in the kitchen cupboard in my childhood home………memmmmo-reez! MEMMMMMO-REEEEEZE………….

“Tommy likee” And me too. Tension builds as everyone waits for THEIR DATE WITH DESTINY!

(And there’s that Chicago clock again)

RE: Crimestoppers Thing – Put Ted Kaczynski on your mailbox. Or just Unabomber if you live in a dumb neighborhood. Even the mailman will be reluctant to open your mailbox let alone try your doors or windows!

Excuse me while I go vandalize my mailbox. The “Durak’s House” plate needs to go I guess.

SUPER DUPER style today. Gould would have LOVED this! Great job on the art, no words needed!

Six panels all about the time………well it’s about time!

1- LINOTYPE MACHINE: Time means nothing to me other than the fact that IT PASSED ME BY DECADES AGO!!!

2- BORDO: What was I thinking coming out at this late hour with a satchel full of MZ??? Is that clock watching ME or am I watching it? I DON’T KNOW!

3- DT: Ummm…the big hand is on the…I wanna say “12”???…

4- UNION STATION CONDUCTOR: Train leaving on Track 5 for Anaheim, Azusa and Cuc——amonga!

5- DEVILWEARSPRADA: Great! Looks like I’ll have first dibs when today’s issue of Tip Top Town Topix is delivered! I wonder if they put that little black stripe over me an Bordo’s eyes in the photos? No matter – I applied my own! MOVE OVER KIM KARTRASHIAN – IMA BE FAMOUS!!!

It looks like the show’s about over, but for who?

Each panel advances one minute until “Bong, Bong, Bong.” Very well done.

I guess Eric ran out of inane plot fillers, so decided to see how many clocks Charles could draw

I think it’d be funny of this were one of the timepieces shown:

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Reminds me of the old comics Ferd’nand, Louie, The Little King and Henry. No voice balloons and al silent.

All them clocks… Reminding ta Sunday getting over… And Moanday right around corner.

The heat is building.

Is this what happened to the National Inquirer ?

Okay,let’s all synchronize our watches and everybody rushes in at the same time;collide,and fall unconscious