Jim Williams had tried just about everything cowpuncher, railroad fireman, mule skinner, tattooer, prize fighter, machinist. None of these tries had brought him much of a living. In his spare time in smelly bunkhouses, roundhouses and ma chine shops, he had even drawn cartoons. One day he sent N.E.A. a drawing of a fire chief too fat to get out of his chair for an alarm. N.E.A. wired him from Cleveland to come in. When Williams got back home to Alliance, Ohio, he had a contract to draw cartoons.
Last week, 25 years later, the 1,000th paper (the Portsmouth, N.H. Herald)...
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