Bottom row, left: Now they came into the open country. ``I’ll shake him off yet,’’ roared out the monster, and rose on its tail, straight up into the air; and began to climb a steep hill. Locomotive chuckled and blew smoke-rings out of its pipe.
Bottom row, center: Then came the catastrophe! As the monster went head foremost down the other side of the hill the locomotive lost its grip and was shot off into the abyss. It just gave one toot and disappeared! - - In the midst of the panic Willie became aware of a jiggling at his fishing line; looking down, he saw that he had angled the poor old moon, who wept most piteously.
Bottom row, right: ``I’ll fix that al right - don’t you worry, old chap!‘’ said the tree. So it put Williewinks [sic] carefully down, and, unhooking the moon, hung it up with its branches in its proper place in the sky. The last Willie saw of the viaduct-monster it had plunged into the sea and was swimming rapidly away like a great sea-serpent. Now, _wasn’t_ that a funny dream?
We leap into the new year with a strip that’s entirely dream, it turns out. Here’s the text.
Top row, left: One evening, after Willie Winkie had been down to the river and had seen the viaduct there and his Ma had tucked him up in his bed, he had the funniest dream you can imagine. Think of it! He dreamt he stood, as he had a few hours before, at the river side and saw the old locomotive creep over the viaduct. But the viaduct had turned into a many-footed monster, and began to wobble and fidget, ecause the locomotive was tickling its back.
Top row, center: As Willie Winkie stood looking on the monster commenced arching its back higher and higher in its effort to shake off the locomotive. Willie wished so very much to be a little taller, so that he could better see what was going to happen. There! Look! Over the water stepped one of the friendly uncle-trees and offered to take Willie up into its branches.
Top row, right: Meanwhile the locomotive had become really too insolent. It had stuck a pipe into its mouth and was puffing smoke out of it, and had, besides, tickled the monster so much that it began to run away. It marched with its gigantic legs right through a little town, causing the church and the houses to dance helter-skelter in tehir anxiety. Willie, from his high perch, could follow the whole spectacle.
[ Bottom row coming in my reply ]
Surprisingly short comic today, with Willie Winks only dragged in at the last minute. I assume Willie Winks had some contract dispute that kept him off-stage much of the time. Here’s the transcription, including a use of ``round’’ in a meaning novel to me.
Top row, left: They are all dozing comfortably: the grate-fire, the coal-pail, the fire-tongs and three little jugs on the mantel-shelf.
Top row, center: In comes Mamma Winkie and puts Grandpa Winkie’s bottle of claret to warm for dinner. The fire wakes up at this and looks askance at the intruder; and the jugs peer around and commence to converse in whispers.
Top row, right: ``Just look at him - isn’t it awful? He’s an old alcoholist [sic] !‘’ says the green jug to the red jug. ``Yes, awful! I never use anything stronger than milk, myself,’’ replies the latter.
Bottom row, left: The fire, however, is no despiser of a good drop of alcohol - the more and purer the merrier! So he stretches out a greedy tongue of flame and licks the bottle. ``Pop!‘’ goes the cork: ``crack-snap’’ goes the poor bottle, and its life-blood, the good claret, round out!
Bottom row, center: ``Well, now! The stuff won’t burn at all,‘’ hisses the fire. The jugs hold their fat sides and shake with laughter, whilst the coal-pail reels around and coughs up coal and the tongs slides [sic] into the awful mess before the fireplace out of sheer delight at the fire’s discomfiture.
Bottom row, right: ``Now, isn’t it strange that the moment one’s back is turned that fire must cut up like that?‘’ exclais Mamma Winkie after she had mopped up the mess; and then she heaps damp ashes on the fire. Williewinks only says ``Hm!’’ and thinks it not so very strange, after all.
Bottom row: But now he has reached the woods. The snow has stopped falling and the afternoon sky has become golden and quite clear. ``I ‘most ’spect ol’ Sandy Claws’ll be about here somewheres,‘’ says Wee Willie Winkie. ``There’s such a lot of Christmas trees here, and tomorrow’s Christmas!‘’ The trees around him seem to be enjoying some very good joke, for they are all grinning. ``Now, what are they laughing about?’’ says Willie Winkie. A tiny sapling points back of Willie and nods a couple of times. So Willie turns around and - behold! If there isn’t old Santa Claus in a beautiful red cloak with white trimmings, and all around him stand a lot of the jolliest looking Santa Claus trees, all nodding so cheerfully at Willie Winkie! So that was why those trees all laughed, you see.
Here we go with a wall of text. The strip’s date is the 9th of December, 1906, although the text sets this as the day before Christmas.
Top row, left: There is an air of something unusual and secret going on in grandpa’s house. Mamma and grandma have told Willie Winkie not to go into the sitting room; Sister Sue has locked him out of the bedroom; Bridget won’t have him in the kitchen, and grandpa is at work at some mysterious thing in the woodshed and Willie may not go in there either. So he takes his sled for a walk. How frozen up the world looks! ``Ho! You’ve catched an awful big cold, old house’’, says Willie.
Top row, right: ``What’s zat?‘’ exclaims he, suddenly. ``Those are not nice people; I don’t like tramps!‘’ Sure enough! A little distance off there’s a group of disreputable looking figures. ``It’s mean of them to be standing right in the road, but I s’pose it can’t be helped,’’ thinks Willie Winkie, and trudges past them without looking either to the right or to the left, so that he never notices that the tramps are only willow stumps.
Middle row, left: ``Now look at zat poor little tree!‘’ exclaims he, stopping before a little evergreen bush, bowing in the wind. ``It’s shivering so hard in the cold, and I guess it will snow pretty soon.’’
Middle row, center: The big flakes begin to fall thick and fast, and in a very few minutes the little tree is almost pelted over with a thick white snow-ulster. [ An Ulster is a daytime overcoat, with a cape shorter than what Slylock Fox wears. ]
Middle row, right: ``Now you have a big thick overcoat and will be good and warm! Good bye, little tree!’’ Willie rots off quite happy about it.
[ Bottom row to come in the follow-up; there’s a comment length limit.]
To be serious: because you misunderstand boredom. You think boredom is the state in which nothing stimulates you. It’s the reverse.
When you are bored, anything can hold your attention. You would never count the ceiling tiles if you were not bored, nor would you time the ant going across your windowsill, nor watch for the slight move of the second hand moving backwards before going forward. These are things you know are unimportant. When you are bored, you are vigilant. So of course you can’t fall asleep. Your mind is focused and paying attention.
Thank you. I’m happy to be able to help people appreciate the comic better.
Here’s the day’s transcriptions. There’s a curious variety in type size today and I don’t know what it signifies.
Top row, left: The first day Willie Winkie was at the sea side he walked down to the sands at ebb tide. The sea had gone out a long way indeed, and left some old fishing boats, like strange marine monsters, stranded high and dry. As there was nothing else for them to do they were all sleeping quietly. One monster seemed to have spectacles on, and looked so pleasant that one could easily see it was a fat old uncle boat.
Top row, right: Well, after a time, the sea came crawling slowly in, stretching out long white fingers after the boats. As the water reached them they commenced to move uneasily and to jostle against one another, and at last they opened their big round eyes (which were holes for the anchors) and became fully awake.
Middle row: ``Hello! I guess I’ve been nodding!‘’ said one; ``I guess it’s time to be going!‘’ ``Well, just wait a moment and I’ll go with you,‘’ said the other. ``I’ve only got to haul this youngster after me.‘’ (The ``youngster’’ was a rowboat.) So they spread up colored sails like big wings and turned out to sea and swam majestically away. Old ``Spectacles’’ was the first one out; then followed the others, and as they went away Willie waved his handkerchief after them.
Bottom row: Quite a bit down the beach Willie Winkie came to a place where there was a whole crowd of the funniest stones! Let me see! There was a crocodile’s head, and some sea lions, a frog, a turtle, and a number of jolly round bowlders [sic] with smiling faces and lovely green sea weed hair combed down over their eyes. In one place a shark stuck up out of the mud and seemed to be swallowing something; but when Willie-Winks [sic] looked closer it was only a stone after all! Up in the sky a swarm of cute flying fish cloudlets sailed along with outspread wings.
Again today the top two rows are one scene and the bottom row an unrelated one.
Top row, left: It was such a fine day! Great clouds with puffy, wind-blown cheeks sailed through the sky and the sun shone warmly, and so Willie Winkie went out for a walk over the hills. ``Isn’t it odd?‘’ thought Willie. ``I wonder why the trees seem so anxious today?’’ One little leafless tree waved two stumpy little branch-arms and seemed trying to warn the other trees near-by.
Top row, right: The farther on Willie went the stranger the trees acted. Some towsle-headed birches, standing in a group, seemed to shiver with alarm. Could it be that they were scared of the clouds overhead? Dear, no! The clouds were such good natured thing.
Middle row: By and by, Willie came to a family of five Poplars huddled together in a row. ``Why, they are running up a hill!‘’ said he, ``what can they be running away from?’’ He turned around to see - and - behold! There, creeping up over the hills, were three great green caterpillars, as big as dragons!! After the first glimpse at them Willie Winkie turned to run also, but then he stopped to look again at the monster - and what were they? Only long lines of trees planted closely together. So Willie laughed and thought it very amusing.
Bottom row: Towards supper-time Willie came back to the little town where grandpa lives. The stout old church stood high above the houses, with cape and cap, and switch, and such a beautiful yellow brooch (the brooch was the town-clock) and appeared to Wilie to be calling the little houses to order. They stood jumbled up in all directions and peeped out with their white gables from among the green trees, just like roguish little children having a good time at hide-and-seek. ``Ding-Dong,‘’ called the church-bell, ``Hurry up to supper, children!’’ And Willie Winkie trotted off to his own supper.
I’d be surprised if he noticed, really. As far as I know all these Sunday Comics are repeats from when the series first ran. This is why there will be things like show a block of Christmas-themed strips in April.
I’d imagine that once Peter Maresca verified that all the strips uploaded and displayed correctly he turned his attention to new projects. Likely he only checks in on these repeats if someone reports a problem.