This week, there is no sign of Patty, Shermy or Violet.
The existence of fingerprints is a little convenient, don't you think?
In 1954 Linus would be called a prodigy. Now, he'd probably get labeled autistic, or diagnosed with ADD. Although his ability to build things like card houses so quickly, or gravity-defying stacks of blocks, borders on the magical.
The first baby in the strip was Schroeder, who developed into a musical genius. Here we kind of see Schulz taking the same steps with Linus, although his personality became rather different.
Do they have little flourishes at the edges of the ridges? Do the whorls form a delightful swooping pattern?
Be careful what you beg for, Snoopy. I hope Linus didn't go back to sucking on that thing afterward. Notably, we don't actually see Snoopy link the thumb; we infer it from his reaction.
Charlie Brown seeks to branch out into adventure comics. Adventure comic strips are a sad and moribund category any more so some of you might not be familiar with them. The real money now, such as it is, is in comic magazines*, with their X-people and their Superfolk and their Batguys and their....
* I've decided: I'm reviving this usage. Who's with me?
Silly Lucy, everyone knows only the index finger contains a gun barrel.
