The Martian Substitute

Tadaaa. So see, we take up right where the book left off.

Coal or Licorice?

I hate it when I get anthracite stuck 'tween my teeth.

So, this is the way the book Prehysterical Pogo ends, the last strip of the last page.

But hey, we've got my clippings, so we get to end it a little further down the road. Hang in there folks.

Behold, Grassputin, My Son!

Just the Sunday follies, folks, no hidden messages or deep meanin's here.

Salt and Flour On a Stick

There's a lesson here . . . some . . . where . . .

Need One More

Where everyone knows your name . . .

Only One of His Kind

Albert's being a little hard on LBJ.

Come Clean, Pogo

And you know, these news guys that don't know who Pogo is have been coming around for 10 years at this point.