More Beezy comics for your enjoyment. As always, click on each one to enlarge and appreciate the artist's craft!
Now I know where my daughter gets it! I don't recall my Grandpa being so formal, but I do remember that he never had a gray hair on his head! And the house was suburban, not rural as depicted in the comic!
Mom, you were such a heartbreaker, and again it reminds me of my daughters!
I remember the house well, a charming tudor style house in suburban White Plains, NY (yes, the house number was #9. For 6 months in the 1950's we lived with my grandparents after Dad left the Air Force, and that was when Grandma taught me how to knit. My first project was a coral sweater for my doll, and it had so many holes, it could have been mistaken for lace! What I learned on her lap must have stuck with me because I have been knitting ever since.
The side porch was screened in and was the best place for breakfast and lunch. The huge lawn with spruce trees and a flowering dogwood in the side yard was heaven for my 7 year old self.
Pardon me while I go deep into nostalgic reverie.