This story comes from M-G-M’s Lassie no. 3, April-June 1951; and produces the too self-satisfied melancholy of nostalgia for a time when men smoked pipes and dressed in suit jackets throughout the day - for the age of simple adventure before mass media morphed boys' dreams from hunting treasure to performance stardom. And, of course, it makes me miss Lassie.
I am also nostalgic for the time when comics had this kind of craftsmanship; before panels became full pages that screeched like babies for attention. This artist, who is sadly unknown to me, draws and inks each panel to a specific purpose with a disciplined, beautiful touch. Part II will come in a couple of days.
I am also nostalgic for the time when comics had this kind of craftsmanship; before panels became full pages that screeched like babies for attention. This artist, who is sadly unknown to me, draws and inks each panel to a specific purpose with a disciplined, beautiful touch. Part II will come in a couple of days.
Part II will be posted February 26th.
