I have no idea from whence the ideas come. For a fourth of things I ready do think of some subject and then think how to draw some humor into it. But most of the time they just pop up as though some outside medium was feeding me. So I am often entertained with and laugh at the things that come out of my pen.
The lad’s father is a South Pole explorer. In contrast when my mother said no I never heard yes or even maybe. It was a time when no meant “no” and yes meant “yes” and there were seldom any yeses.
38 responses to ““The thanksgiving play at st. paul’s school” by Carl D’Agostino”
Elliot
November 17th, 2012 at 11:47
Maybe the little lad is vegetarian?
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Carl D'Agostino
November 17th, 2012 at 13:37
He would have dressed as Mister Peanut or the Jolly Green Giant.
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WordsFallFromMyEyes
November 17th, 2012 at 09:35
🙂 Where on earth do you get your inspiration, I’d love to know…
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Carl D'Agostino
November 17th, 2012 at 13:36
I have no idea from whence the ideas come. For a fourth of things I ready do think of some subject and then think how to draw some humor into it. But most of the time they just pop up as though some outside medium was feeding me. So I am often entertained with and laugh at the things that come out of my pen.
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jannatwrites
November 16th, 2012 at 23:10
Oh, this is just too cute. I hope the others don’t give him the cold shoulder.
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pattisj
November 16th, 2012 at 22:40
He went on to invent ice hockey…
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Mark Petruska
November 16th, 2012 at 17:58
I’m sure a penguin tastes just as good stuffed and roasted (though admittedly, the drumsticks are going to be smaller).
John Madden will have to swap his turducken for a penducken instead.
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 19:56
Football just ain’t the same without him jumping and screaming on the sidelines. And I just loved Billy Martin’s antics on and off the field.
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 15:44
I know just how he feels.
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nrhatch
November 16th, 2012 at 15:38
A~W~K~W~A~R~D . . .
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idiotprufs
November 16th, 2012 at 12:21
I call fowl on this cartoon.
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 13:59
Oh, oh. Please don’t send the birds police my way.
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poemsandponderings
November 16th, 2012 at 12:00
Of course “shooting the bird” has an entirely different meaning to elementary students than it does to high schoolers as you may well know..
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 13:58
You verly clazy man.
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poemsandponderings
November 17th, 2012 at 00:48
And you sir are a fine judge of character..
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poemsandponderings
November 16th, 2012 at 11:55
Then little Johnny says “Penguin, Turkey, who cares? Just shoot the bird, and let’s eat already..”
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Three Well Beings
November 16th, 2012 at 11:30
Could it be formal wear? Like coming to the party in a tuxedo!
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 13:57
He does have class at least.
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flynn1959
November 16th, 2012 at 10:46
Perhaps he’s just trying to “duck” the issue and not come out looking like a turkey…:-)
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 13:57
Wait till the Easter Bunny play !
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RoSy
November 16th, 2012 at 10:23
Smart turkey!
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 13:56
The kid’s a wizard. Or is that gizzard ?
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Deb
November 16th, 2012 at 10:16
They only know what we tell them.
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 13:56
With all the pollyticks he could have come as an elephant or donkey.
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Red
November 16th, 2012 at 09:56
That is one way not to endanger the almost national bird. Happy Thanksgiving, Carl.
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 13:55
Thank you. Plenty of time for more theme cartoons coming.
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Debbie
November 16th, 2012 at 09:28
Possibly a new national bird??
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 13:54
Not with global warming.
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Hansi
November 16th, 2012 at 08:42
Close, but no cigar…or should I say turkey
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 13:54
That’s right. No cigar. Narragansett peace pipe.
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rumpydog
November 16th, 2012 at 07:04
ROFL!
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 07:21
You must have done some acting so you understand. It really is one of my own top 10 favs.
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Judy Berman
November 16th, 2012 at 06:57
Face it, pilgrim. This play’s going to be a real turkey. Happy Thanksgiving, Carl.
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 07:01
For the first time in decades I will sponsor the T Day at my place. Really looking forward to it.
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georgettesullins
November 16th, 2012 at 06:51
Spot on! They always hear what they want to hear.
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 07:20
The lad’s father is a South Pole explorer. In contrast when my mother said no I never heard yes or even maybe. It was a time when no meant “no” and yes meant “yes” and there were seldom any yeses.
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Maxi
November 16th, 2012 at 06:32
Little “Johnny” sure found a way to stand out from the others.
Blessings ~ Maxi
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Carl D'Agostino
November 16th, 2012 at 06:36
I knew Alec Guinness and he’s no Alec Guinness.
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