Frazz by Jef Mallett for February 04, 2025

Looking, like Diogenes, for an honest man.

In Augusta, Georgia, citca 1975, anytime I went to a bar, men would ask me “do you drink liquor?” And “are you married?” Can anyone tell me why they did this?

I have been to Chill’s, but no complaints were made when kids came into the bar during happy hour(then again, it was during the Final Four).

Cynical Sots.

I haven’t been since Crazy Guggenheim was there… of course, he was more of an optimist.

Simple. If you tell the bartender you’re married, he knows to pour you a double.

It’s called ‘Happy Hour’ because, like ‘Life Time Warranty.’ it’s an easy promise to make.

Good answer, Frazz!

The best “Happy Hours” are the ones that have small portion dinners at affordable prices.

the only women in the bars I wasted my youth in were the barmaids and the dancers, most of whom were in one or more of my university classes.

I believe cynics are a lot like pessimists, optimists with experience.

You can do better, dot kinda happy is shallow empty and leaves you feeling sick

I sometimes call myself a sarcastic cynic.

There are all kinds of “happy”, Caulfield. A lot of people would consider driving your teacher crazy is an odd way to be happy, but it suits you. Frazz finds “happy” swimming in a lake that’s just a couple degrees above the freezing point. For Miss Plainwell, “happy” is a marathon. For Mrs. Olsen, coffee, a doughnut and the crossword. (Getting one up on Caulfield is not “happy” for Mrs. Olsen—it’s pure joy!)

Jef’s drawings themselves are so wonderful!