Evening star. [volume], March 08, 1959, Page 22, Image 182

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Asked to provide suitable illustrations for this article, Walt Kelly came
through with a series of photos and captions planned to poke a little fun
at himself. Here he gets into the mood to work by reading his own book.
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While the mood losts, he works diligently—os he puts it, "tossing in his
high hard one. Many people do not suspect that the old wizard has a high
hard one. But there it is. As you can see, he can draw with his hat on."
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"Problems, problems," the artist sighs, and starts thinking of lunch,
which is why he gnaws his pencil. Shall he have his customary peanut but
ter soup and lettuce—and if so, which first? Or will the pencil suffice?
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SUNDAY. THE STAR If AO AZ IMS. WASHINGTON. D C. MARCH 8. IMS
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Funny Funny Man
IF YOU are one of the millions who laugh at the Pogo comic strip, you
ought to meet its creator, Walt Kelly. You’d find him Just as amusing
as any of the comic characters he has created. And this is something of a
rarity among comic artists and humorous writers, many of whom are down
right gloomy when not being funny for money.
Ring W. Lardner, for example, who wrote some of the funniest stun
ever published, was noted for his glumness. And Bud Fisher, creator of the
longest lived of all the comics, Mutt and Jeff (now drawn by A1 Smith),
suffered frequent periods of moroseness.
One reason Mr. Kelly Is amusing off his drawing board as well as on Is
that he doesn’t take himself seriously. His first visit to my home Is a pretty
good “for Instance.”
Walt and his wife Stefany were supposed to be there at B:IO pm. They
made It at 10:30. The taxicab driver had confused Beech street with Beach
drive and lost himself In Rock Creek Park.
When I opened the door, Walt had the hacker by an arm. “Is it all
right to bring him In?” he asked. “If I let him go. I may never get another
cab driver that can find this place.”
The Kellys stayed until 1:30 a/n-, and the driver with them. The cabbie
soon caught on to the fact that he was in the company of a famous cartoonist,
and it was plain that he was basking in the glory of it.
As the Kellys were preparing to leave, the driver said: “Mr. Kelly, I
wonder if you’d do me a little favor?” Walt nodded. “I promised my missus
I’d be home before midnight,” the hacker went on, “and I’ve got some
explaining to do. Trouble is. she’ll never believe anything like this happened
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Why work when you want to eat—and especially when you have an assist
ant? This one dozes as the boss straightens him oat on haw to spell "Pogo."
A pat on the back, Walt figures, sometimes is worth more than a sls raise.
By PHILIP H. LOVE
Editor of Sunday