One day in 1918, when player pianos were banging out Over There in every city block, a chuckly little old gentleman with muttonchop whiskers and a kewpie curl atop his shining baldspot, turned his last handspring in the pages of Mr. Munsey's New York Press. A war-minded public scarcely noticed the passing of Foxy Grandpa, one of the great comic strip characters of an age that rejoiced also over the antics of Happy Hooligan, Buster Brown, Little Nemo.
The new school of biff-plop-ratatat-tat cartooning was coming up fast. Today even spry old Foxy would...
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