The Kids Are All Right

One of the Bash Street Kids spots a poster – Modern Art Competition, Big Money Prizes. He tells the others and their ‘thinks’ bubbles show all the grub they’ll buy with their winnings. They set about creating a masterpiece along American Expressionist lines.

They lay a huge canvas on the floor and splash paint on it, even ride bicycles over it. The result is very Jackson Pollock, all lines and swirls and splodges. They take the painting to the gallery but find it won’t fit through the door.

End of story you might think, but no, the last frame shows their cunning solution. They have cut the painting into three separate pieces and each one has a rosette attached – first, second and third place in the competition. Their dreams of food now run amok and the comic strip ends in an explosion of ‘thinks’ bubbles with a delicious profusion of jelly, sausage and mash, pies, cakes … what you might call a Beano!

I’ve looked online but can’t find it. Perhaps it’s better left in my memory, two pages that have everything: visual humour, satire, teamwork, rebellion, social comment … best of all, it’s kids putting their heads together to outwit the daft adult world.

What’s not to like?

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8 thoughts on “The Kids Are All Right

  1. I can see we share the same childhood – a world of comics. They were brilliant but so was the tough of the track, gorgeous gus and Dan Dare.
    You don’t suppose that all those characters in the comics are what has formed this rebellious character do you? Bags Dennis the Menace!

  2. The best of it was, Curt, a gang of kids stumbling across the key to success … maybe a precursor to the Beatles going to Hamburg and returning with the holy grail? As to Opher’s point, the passage of time only goes to show how remarkable it all was. Me, I related to the Numskulls in the Beezer – or was it the Beano? – head full of weird and then some. Guess I was an introvert …

    1. I sometimes think those cartoonists were my real educators as a child. I used to read them over and over again. No wonder they stay with you. It’s as if someone is holding your hand, isn’t it? And now I’m a grandfather, I look for ways to make others gain perspective and reach understanding through laughter.

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