Peanuts by Charles Schulz for August 30, 2024

Sally knowing what bribery is, suggests she truly no longer needs to go back to school. There’s nothing more to learn. ;-)

She wants Mr. Washington, Mr. Lincoln, Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Jackson, even Mr. Jefferson to talk to her.

You can visit and chat with your friend, the school building.

Maybe the “new crayon” smell?

“Make it easy on yourself. Just send money. How about tens and twenties?”

We don’t need no education (Pink Floyd).

How’s this for a bribe. If you go to school, you won’t be punished.

Labor Day was always my least favorite holiday because it meant back to school could no longer be avoided. I loved summer vacation…it was so…educational.

The hard part for me going back to school was sitting in a hot classroom during Indian summer

For a moment I thought I read bravery, but hey, bribery works too!

With no upper limit.

You can’t bribe on going back to school.

She has a great future in Politics

Sally is a very unpredictable character. Sometimes she’s naive as child her age should be, but, then other times she’s very worldly-wise.

Isn’t that what Back-to-School shopping is for?

Ok, suggest that to your parents.

Schools in this area have been in session for 2 1/2 weeks

Maybe tens and twenties would persuade her.

Why would Charlie Brown pay her a bribe? What’s it to him if she goes to school or not? I mean, he has some big brother concern for her well-being, but if she demands bribe money to go to school then that ship has already sailed.

Blackmail…

Great question, Charlie. As for the answer…

When I was a kid, school started the day after Labor Day in northern states. Now, in the south, school starts the 1st or 2nd week of August and some schools do not have air-conditioning!

The school building wants to hear all the gossip…you can’t let it down

A date with Linus.

As a child, I was terrified of going to school, and especially, of exam weeks. I somehow managed to pass each grade, but, I knew I had some sort of learning problem. Tthough ADHD was first recognized in the mid-50’s (I was in elementary school in the 60’s), my mother never would have spent a dime, to have me tested. FINALLY, after only 60 years, I was officially diagnosed with it.“A day late, and a dollar short.”