Mutts cartoonist Patrick McDonnell talks about Charles Schulz on the Unpacking Peanuts podcast.
Mutts cartoonist Patrick McDonnell talks about Charles Schulz on the Unpacking Peanuts podcast.
It would be his 122nd birthday today.
Here's one of my favorite stories about Peter Arno (1904 - 1968):

Some
cartoonists like the beginning bit (the coming up with the idea, honing
the gag bit I mean) and some like the process (the sketching and
layout) and others prefer the end (the sale). My favorite part is coming
up with the gag and
drawing the doodle in my sketchbook. Not so with Mr. Peter Arno.
Arno would draw and redraw his cartoons sometimes dozens of times. There is a true story that cartoonist Mel Casson would
tell, about visiting Mr. Arno in his penthouse apartment. I'll do my
best to relate it here, from memory of him telling it some 20 years ago
as part of a National Cartoonists Society Connecticut Chapter
speech he gave.
So, a few decades back, Mel Casson and a friend went to
visit the one and only famous New Yorker cartoonist Peter Arno. He had
invited them to his apartment. And it really was a penthouse apartment.
The lobby elevator went up, and the doors opened onto the interior Arno landing,
from which one could see the Arno living room and -- there he was -- Peter
Arno himself, mixing drinks.
It was a pleasant visit and Arno was a wonderful host. After sitting down, having
a drink and talking shop, Arno asked the younger cartoonists, "Do you want to see my studio?"
Well, of course! Who wouldn't want to see Arno's studio?!
So,
Arno walked over to a door, and opened it. They walked in. Arno
switched on a light. The room had curtains all around, from floor to
ceiling, covering the wall, the windows. "I can't have any
distractions," explained Arno. The only furniture: a large drawing
board, lamp and chair. And on the drawing board, laid out in two rows,
were twenty original drawings.
These were 20 originals
of the same cartoon, drawn over and over. But, coming closer, the
cartoons were not exactly the same. Each one was had a slight difference: an arm
bent a different way, a head turned, one character was upstage of the
other, to the right in another, etc. Each one was a fully inked Arno
piece of original comic art, ready for publication.
I remember Casson
telling Arno how surprised he was that he (Arno) did all of this work,
painstakingly laboring over the cartoon, drawing and redrawing it in so
many different, subtle ways -- all in finished ink and wash. Casson
suggested drawing a series of thumbnails or pencil sketches instead of
going to all this time and effort to create twenty finishes.
Arno explained that
this was always the way he worked: drawing many different variations of
the cartoon until he was satisfied. Casson repeated that it was so much
work, drawing a large size finished piece over and over and over again.
"But you don't understand," explained Arno, motioning to the 20 cartoons, "This is my favorite part."
Related:
Harry Lee Green brings a lovely sampler of Peter Arno's amazing layout and masterful wash style from the collections SIZZLING PLATTER and HELL OF A WAY TO RUN A RAILROAD.
Eerie Rotica has been a burlesque performer for about a decade, and she also cartoons. She asked me if she could interview me for her substack. She posted the interview up over the holidays.
We talked about what I do and what it's like being creative for a living. I enjoyed meeting Eerie and thought this was a good interview.
Here's a portion that I (for some reason) snipped out of the interview. It's all about the journey and how it is not linear. Being creative for a living is not a straight line to success.
"I
was a college administrator until I was in my 30s. It was only then,
realizing I was personally unhappy with that profession, that I went
full time freelance. It was another artist, George Rhoads, who said to
me, 'You'll never be any good unless you do this full-time.' He was right.
When I quit and drew all day, I DID get better. But it still took six
months before selling anything for actual money. For me, selling gag
cartoons seemed to work best. I always thought that the
garbage-to-good-stuff ratio would change. I would stop wasting my time
with writing things that did not work and wasted time -- but I found out
it's just part of the process. That wandering around with ideas and
going down dark metaphorical alleys that don't yield a working result is
just built into this. At least it is for me. And it doesn't bother me
to toss ideas away and think of new ones. You shouldn't fall in love
with an idea. Now it's tough since a lot of the old markets are gone,
but people still love cartoons."
A lot of you guys may already know about places like Animation Screencaps; sites where they show hundreds of animated movies that are broken down, frame by frame, so you can study the camera angle, color, angles, etc. Anyway, it was news to me. A fun place to browse.
Related:
My wife, Stacy, wrote this poem way back in Christmas 2006.
Her poem got some serious web traffic, and I try to remember to rerun it annually since.
It's bittersweet now, since the star of the poem, big red Rufus died on December 5, 2014.
It was cancer and there was nothing we could have done. He had a
wonderful life. He adored Stacy, who tamed him from a wild cat from the
big city to a sweet, round, purring house cat. He had no idea he was on
the internet, of course. In the middle of Covid, Sam got very sick and passed away. Out two beloved Brooklyn kitties. They are dearly missed.
For auld lang syne, here is
the poem again, starring our two cats from Brooklyn, Rufus and Sam:
The Great Ham Caper
Words by Stacy Lynch
Pictures by Mike Lynch

’Twas the week before Christmas
When Rufus and Sam
Hatched a devious scheme
To make off with the ham!
The ham that would grace
The holiday table!
Roo was the brains.
Sam, wiry and able.

They devised a plan
Of Goldbergian proportions
With pulleys and weights
And kitty contortions.
And on Christmas day
They’d eat until stuffed
(The very idea
Made their tails slightly puffed!)
’Til then, they’d lay low,
Little angels to see.
But that made us suspicious –
Wouldn’t you be?

So we snooped and we sleuthed
And uncovered their caper -
“The Ham-Stealing Plan”
Diagrammed on a paper!
“No silly cat’s gonna
Steal my roast beast,”
Exclaimed Mike. “Just watch,
I’ll ruin their feast!”

So he countered their scheming
With mad plans all his own
And all I could do
Was inwardly groan!
Who’d win this contest
Of wits they were planning?
Would Mike, Roo or Sam -
Be last man or cat standing?

As Christmas day dawned
The four of us waited
For the ham to be served
With breaths that were bated.
But before the main course
Could even be plated
Their plans took a turn.
Some say it was fated...
What happened to stop them
So cold in their tracks?
Why, cat-nip and husb-nip
(in big canvas sacks)
Was all that it took
To stop their foul warring.
And they rolled and purred
And drooled on the flooring.
And as long as I kept
My fingers and toes
Away from a hubby and two cats
In nip’s throes -
My own Christmas day
Turned out merry and calm;
The ham moist and succulent,
The champagne, a balm.
When they “awoke”,
hostilities abated,
We all ate some ham
And went to bed sated.
And such peace we wish
To you and to yours:
An end to fighting;
An end to wars.
Happy Holidays!
Mike and Stacy and Rufus and Sam
UPDATE: and, the "new" cats: Fergus and Tank and Ched.
Happy Holidays, everyone.
It's time to be with family. So, this blog will be quiet for a time. I'll see you in the New Year.
"'As a cartoonist, your job is basically to sit alone in your room, drawing on a never-ending deadline,' [Bill] Watterson, who grew up in Chagrin Falls, tells Comic Riffs. 'For that kind of work, it helps to grow up with sober Midwestern values and to live someplace without a lot of exciting diversions.'
"'Cleveland is especially good,' the “Calvin and Hobbes” creator notes, 'because it has eight months of cloud cover and snow.'"
"The drawing style of Right Around Home evolved from a variation of Ireland’s into one that would influence future generations of cartoonists. The compositions of the strip were concerned with surveying the ground, not with breaking ground. Large, single-panel cartoons went back to the early days of newspaper comics: the Yellow Kid, Jimmy Swinnerton’s Mount Ararat and crowded genre scenes by Walt McDougall, to name a few ....
"Just as Gasoline Alley, week after week, depicted the passage of time, so too did Right Around Home, making note of seasonal changes throughout each year, announcing 'Signs of Spring' and 'Autumn Leaves,' and marking Halloween, 'Thanksgiving at Grandma’s' and 'Christmas shopping.' Right Around Home’s thematic concerns are rarely concerning: whether it’s neighborhood picnics, screening home movies, going sledding, waffle parties, gathering around a radio mystery or automobile problems like tire blowouts and fender-benders, everyone in the neighborhood is there; even if they are dragged out by a spouse.
Happy birthday to my dear, patient, funny, classy Mom who would have been (Gulp!) 90 years old today! I know you don't get to pick you relatives, but my sister Penny and I were lucky kids! She is deeply missed since she passed away in 2022, and I still get the urge to give her a phone call to say hello and hear her voice.