Nancy Classics by Ernie Bushmiller for May 11, 2019

Wow, what a mug in panel 3!!!

Doesn’t Nancy smile anymore? Why does the new cartoonist keep drawing her as a sourpuss?

Interestingly*, keeping house (in the sense of hiding at home to avoid your creditors) was an act of bankruptcy in England (and, possibly, colonial America) under the Bankrupts Act of 1571.

*OK, maybe not.

Poor Nancy. After all that, she gets involved in monkey business.

“Give me money or I’ll poop on your carpet!”

Only in the cartoons, folks…..

The monkey needs money to buy paper and typewriter ribbon. For more details, see Super-Fun-Pak comics [here at GoComics] from May 9.

1- My ears haven’t stopped ringing since I let Sluggo talk me into going to that Monkee reunion tour concert last night. 2 – GRRR. This is maddening! 3- At least I didn’t have to pay for the ticket. Mickey and Mike said they’d get it later. HA! Suckers! How they gonna do that? 4- ORGAN GRINDER BOX: Here we come, walkin’ down the street…

She has to pay collectors?

That would make my week! Heck…MONTH!

Since when are kids in charge of paying the bills?

An interesting Bushmiller / Nancy item for sale on eBay today. It has a “buy now” price of thirty dollars and a shipping charge of five dollars. It is a set of 308 b/w daily Nancy strips from 1949, clipped from an Atlanta newspaper. The condition is described in more detail than is usual on eBay, but suffice it to say there’s some better and some worse.

Anyhow, I thought someone here might enjoy seeing the ad or owning the clippings. I’m going to duplicate this post over on today’s “modern” Nancy page too.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Street_organ

https://bendermelodies.com/org_grinder_history.htm

My wife told me this story about growing up in her house… Telemarketers had been calling all day trying to sell duct cleaning services, insurance, etc. After the 4th or 5th telemarketer her mother told her to tell the next telemarketer who called that she had died. The phone rang, my wife, a child at the time answered, listened for a minute then asked her mother “What am I supposed to tell this telemarketer? He’s selling funeral plots”

Pretty good.

Just like a vampire, the monkey had to be invited in.