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Reading edition
Donahey’s Cartoons
DRAWN BY J. H. DONAHEY Cartoonist for The Cleveland Plain Dealer
Published by The Korner & Wood Co. CLEVELAND.
These cartoons are published by courtesy of
The Cleveland Plain Dealer.
The cartoons in this volume are designed to illustrate in simple fashion the little joys and the little troubles that help to make up the sum total of life.
The artist hopes that beneath their whimsicalities and exaggerations there will be found an appeal to that touch of nature that makes us all kin.
WHY SHE DIDN’T GET HER NEW HAT EASTER MORN’.
“Bruder ain’t savin’ nothin’ for me!”
MOVING DAY—THE LAST LOAD.
EVERY SUNDAY MORNING.
WOULDN’T IT MAKE YOU MAD?
“Dear me I don’t know whether I ought to take my winter wraps or not.”
ABOUT READY TO FLY.
“Pop, I don’t see how we can do without it, do you?”
THE OLD FLAG AGAIN.
Congress returns to their regiments the captured flags of the South.
“The voice of the lawn mower is heard through the land.”—East Cleveland Correspondent.
“Now I wonder which end of this Paniculata Grandiflora goes up?”
WHEN ALICE GRADUATES.
“Somehow or other mother, I’ve always felt that I was cut out for a farmer.”
DECORATION DAY.
“Wonder why Grandmother doesn’t care to play today?”
JUNE, THE MONTH OF BRIDES AND ROSES.
SHE’S HERE AGAIN—BLESS HER!
HUNTIN’ BAIT.
WANTED—A QUIET PLACE TO SPEND THE FOURTH.
MOST ANYWHERE, MOST ANYTIME.
A SUNDAY IN THE OPEN.
JULY 4.
Two orders for an early call.
JULY 5.
“Anyway Doc, it was a glorious victory!”
ALL EYES ON AMERICA.
SCORCHING THE SCORCHERS.
BACK TO THE CLOTHES THAT FIT.
THEN—AND—NOW!
“Henry, just look at that new Geranium bed!”
THE GIRLS WHO GO TO THE SEA SHORE, AND THE GIRL WHO STAYS AT HOME.
“Oh dear, what shall we do? The goat has swallowed the golf ball.”
THE GREAT PROBLEM OF THE DAY.
“——and Larry, he pile drivered to second and every fan on the bleachers up and yapped himself hoarse.”
SOLVING THE STREET RAILWAY PROBLEM.
“Henry, are your feet dirty?”
“The water’s fine!”
ALONE IN THE WORLD—MOTHER’S OFF TO THE SEASHORE.
A WELL ESTABLISHED HOLIDAY.
THAT SUMMER VACATION.
“Won’t they ever come home!”
Office boy: “It’s no use, I buried my grandmother twice last year.”
“I run ’im in, yer honor, ’cause he didn’t have his collar on!”
HOME AGAIN.
“Gosh, this tastes good. I haven’t had anything to eat since mother disappeared!”
HE AIN’T FEELIN’ VERY WELL THIS MORNIN’.
WHEN FREDDIE STARTED TO SCHOOL.
“Oh you needn’t look so happy. I’ll be back again this evening!”
WHEN THE BURRS BEGIN TO OPEN.
“Reckon it’s ’bout time for th’ dinner horn to blow!”
THE HUNTING SEASON OPENS.
AUTUMN LEAVES—WHAT’S THE USE?
THE TRIALS OF A NIMROD.
THE ARRIVAL OF A FEW FAVORITES.
GOOD HUNTING ON THE OTHER SIDE.
SIZING UP THE CITY NIMRODS.
MOVING DAY IN BEAR MOUNTAIN.
“Come along there you children, don’t you know Roosevelt left Washington today!”
APPLE BUTTER TIME.
TRUST HIM NOT O’ GENTLE MAIDEN!
THE FIRST COLD SNAP.
“Where the deuce is my winter underwear?”
A SMOKING CAR FOR LADIES HAS BEEN ESTABLISHED IN ENGLAND.
PRACTICING FOR THE BIG THANKSGIVING GAME.
“Oh, isn’t he b-e-a-u-tiful!”
“Something is going to happen at our house this week!”
DEDICATED TO AMERICAN TITLE SEEKERS.
“’Bout time to hole in fer winter!”
THAT THANKSGIVING TURKEY SEEMS SUSPICIOUS.
THE DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING.
PUZZLE PICTURES—Find the Feet.
IT’S HERE!
“Won’t it ever freeze up!”
THE MONKEY: “Say, old man, evolution hasn’t done much for you after all!”
PRETTY GOOD SIGNS OF WINTER.
ONE KIND OF PROTECTION THE FARMER WANTS.
AND NOW FOR CHRISTMAS!
“POP” IS POPULAR THESE DAYS.
QUEER THINGS SOME PEOPLE BUY FOR CHRISTMAS.
“Why, Papa, aren’t you ashamed!”
A CHRISTMAS BOX FROM TOWN.
Teacher (just before distributing the Christmas presents): “—and now, children, how many will be here next Sunday?”
THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
“I’ll let ye peep, Sis, if ye don’t squeal!”
Zero, the Plumber: “Gosh, but that ice man ought to be ashamed of himself!”
EVER PRESENT.
“Shovel yer walk fer ye, mister?”
“I wonder why Bobby don’t come home for dinner!”
