Since I gave Celia Birtwell the (non-) royal treatment, thought I’d do the same for her late ex-husband and cat.
This one took a little longer than 20 seconds, mainly due to Ossie’s aggressively insouciant pose.
P.S. I’ve never used the word “insouciant” before this. Momentous occasion!
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Drawn from a photo of a bunch of WWI soldiers at Walter Reed on Shorpy, an amazing website that I’m using as my own personal figure-drawing class. I just gave him a new, pissier face.
Yeah, I know it looks like she’s wearing Uggs. Sorry, world.
Also, did you know chickens are in? The New Yorker says so, so it must be true. As usual I’m ahead of the trend (by, like, a day).
A hundred-and-one years ago today, nineteen-year-old Fred Merkle either made the most famous base running error in baseball history, or was set up by a clever opponent. Sigh. Poor ol’ Fred.
In his honor, I’m re-posting this old comic. Enjoy!
I’ll re-post “Part Two: Snodgrass’ Muff” on his Anniversary of Infamy, October 16.
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