I still have my email address from then. It’s devolved into the one I give out freely to businesses, but I still have it.
‘Isn’t sugar the thing I’m about to jam up your nose?’ Goat never learns.
The next strip a lady croc appears in, she has babies in her mouth and doesn’t speak. After that they become fluent.
Judging by her use of the word ‘froshie,’ probably the late 1930’s
The George Hamilton Open
‘named’ winter storms are just Wunderground/WC brand names. I switch to Accuweather in the winter to avoid them, for my own curmudgeonly purposes.
‘Love the frankincense, myrrh, and gold, but what’s this in the 4th bag?’
Wow, this is really making me want to get the comics collection out of the closet.
Jumpers get a pass from me. OTOH, the even more harmless daddy longlegs give me the willies.
Nah, they were mute in the early strips if I remember right. Lemme go check, I’ll be back with an update in 7 years or so.