Cartoons, cartoons, cartoons.... John Crowther's Cartoon Odyssey
I think of it as The Fool's Journey. I've been asked who the "fool" is. It's me, but in the classical sense of the court jester. Only the fool was allowed to tell the king of his follies. All cartoons are available as prints or originals, framed or unframed, through my website or e-mail. For mugs, t-shirts, and other products visit my gift shop at www.zazzle.com/jcrowtherart* (be sure to include the *).
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
All Thumbs
Few anniversaries mark a major turning point in our culture to the degree that this one does: on this day in 1922, on the pioneer radio station WEAF in New York City, the first commercial message from a sponsor was broadcast. With that let me remind you that my book, Out of Order, can be ordered by going to www.OutskirtsPress.com/outoforder/.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Hands Out For Hand-Outs
Okay, now it appears the government is going to hand out cash for old household appliances. What frosts me is that the government also mandated old television sets into obsolesence. Not only did they not give us the opportunity to turn them in for cash, you might have to pay to have them disposed of. I have two sitting by my back door if anyone wants them.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Time Out to Play
My old stomping ground is in the news this week. I spent almost all my summers until after college in Chilmark, on Martha's Vineyard, where my family had a home. Also in the news, sadly, is Mt. Desert Island, the final destination on my driving trip back east a couple of years ago, and the spot where a group of sightseers were swept into the sea by storm-driven waves at Thunder Hole, which I drew when I was there.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Shameless Plug Dot Com
In the face of a trillion dollars plus national debt, what's a measly 18 bucks (not even, 17.95) when it comes to giving a gift to a loved one? May I suggest a copy of Out of Order, available at www.OutskirtsPress.com/OutOfOrder/ or e-mail me directly for a signed copy. Christmas will be here before you know it.
"If you would know the value of money, go try to borrow some." Benjamin Franklin, The Way to Wealth, 1757.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
SOS
I'm increasingly nagged by the feeling that our society and culture has become an embarrassment, on the verge of collapse, or both. New evidence was presented this weekend, with the trumpeted and breathlessly repeated headline that ABC would announce this morning the line-up for this year's Dancing With the Stars, as if in the midst of economic collapse, impending ecological disaster, and wars this was major news. As if this wasn't bad enough, it turns out that one of the celebritards is to be the disgraced former House speaker, Tom DeLay. Can't wait to see him trip the light fantastic.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Nothing But the Truth
There was once a student in the South who was asked to describe the Atlantic Ocean. "It's a body of water," he answered, "that extends from Virginia to Florida." And then there's the story of a group of students on the island of Martha's Vineyard during World War II who were asked to write an essay about a famous person. One student chose Adolph Hitler. "First of all," he wrote, "he was an off-islander."
Friday, August 14, 2009
What's In a Word?
Two men were having an argument, which grew increasingly heated as neither managed to convince the other. Finally, one of them clenched his fist and slugged the other on the jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground. The fallen man looked up dazed and asked, "Why didn't you say that in the first place?"
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wrds, Wrds, Wrds
Ever vigilant for cliches and foolishness in the media, The Fool was delighted with this one, heard on an evening newscast yesterday. In reporting the U.S. soccer team's 2-1 loss to Mexico, the sportscaster reported that "in the second half the game turned physical." Um.... just what was it in the first half?
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Gripe Therapy
I visited my friend Ellie Sethman at the Art-A-Fair in Laguna Beach the other day. Ellie exhibits her beautiful work there every summer, and I always look forward to my annual pilgrimage. She told me a wonderful story about a family with a dog and cat who were good friends. The dog lived in the house, while the cat stayed mostly in the barn, where it had the responsibility of expunging rats. When the cat had kittens she decided to move them into the house, one by one. The dog very gingerly took each kitten and moved them back to the barn.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Three Strikes You're In
I was stopped by the police once, years ago, for no apparent reason. They made me get out of the car and put my hands on the roof. They patted me down. Then they looked in the car and saw a 35mm film cannister. "What's that for?" one of the cops snarled, like he already knew what my "crime" was. "It's for film," I answered. Grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat he opened it. Inside there was film. That was one disappointed cop.
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Friday, August 07, 2009
Number Please
When I see my lacrosse players at breaks during practice sending and receiving messages on their iPhones I inevitably think back to my childhood, when the only telephone in the house was in the front hall. There was no dial. To make a call you picked it up and waited for the operator to come on. Our number was Gladstone 3672, before the "Gladstone" was replaced by "White Plains 8." At our summer house we had a party line.
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
It's Only Money
Our leaders seems to believe the way out of our economic mess is to get everyone spending again, but there's something awfully unseemly to me about a government functioning as a marketing arm of big business. Back in the "Big Depression" the concern was the survival of the working man. Now it's the survival of the fat cats.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
Shoot the Dog
Scientists have recently determined that dogs are genetically evolved to be man's best friend, but judging from my relationship with Zuzu, my miniature wire-haired dachshund, I suggest that it goes a step further. They've now mutated to the point where man is subservient to their every
whim and wish.
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Good Clean Fun
I have to admit with a certain amount of embarrassment that I enjoy prize fighting. I recall attending the first fight ever in the present Madison Square Garden. (I'd attended the final event at the old Garden, the Westminster Dog Show.) But still, one has to wonder about the civility of a civilization that encourages a sport in which the main objective is to inflict brain damage on your opponent.