Peanuts by Charles Schulz for June 28, 1987

Transcript:

The World War I Flying Ace stands on the steps of a broken down building.<BR><BR> He sits at a table with a checkered tablecloth. He raises a paw and thinks,"Un Root Beer, S'il Vous Plait..."<BR><BR> He looks at a slip of paper. He thinks,"Here's the World War I Flying Ace sitting in a tiny French cafe...he is lonely..."<BR><BR> He turns to his right and thinks,"Suddenly he sees a beautiful French lass at the next table..."<BR><BR> He puts his hand to his mouth and thinks,"Somehow he must get her attention"<BR><BR> He smiles as he flies a paper plane over to her side.<BR><BR> He looks over at her and thinks,"Bon Soir, Ma Cherie..."<BR><BR> He grimaces and rolls his eyes skyward as the plane returns crumbled.<BR><BR>