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...Dagwood Bumstead types, the old-fashioned manual lawn mower was a suburban symbol of dread. Among modern-day gentry who want to get a little exercise and avoid fouling the neighborhood with noise and exhaust pollution, however, the motorless mower is making a quiet comeback. Sales of reel mowers by the American Lawn Mower Co. of Shelbyville, Ind., reached 100,000 last year, a 47% increase over 1986. Average price: less than $100, in contrast to $250 or more for motorized models...
...cute when they sit like that." Larson's humans fare no better when . dealing with their own kind. As two scholarly explorers approach a tribal hut, the occupants race around hiding the TV set and telephone and yelling, "Anthropologists! Anthropologists!" The Far Side is not for those who think Dagwood and Blondie stretch the limits of wackiness. Two pilots sit atop a large naked infant on a runway. Says one flyer to the control tower: "Fuel . . . check. Lights . . . check. Oil pressure . . . check. We've got clearance. O.K., Jack, let's get this baby off the ground...
...Scotch smoked salmon or reduced to the simplest school-lunch-box peanut-butter-and-jelly combination or even a "Fluffernutter" (peanut butter with Marshmallow Fluff, the rage with the kindergarten set). Sandwiches may be dainty, crustless cucumber-and-watercress creations for genteel tea parties or towering copies of the Dagwood, the raid-the-refrigerator construction invented by Blondie's husband Dagwood Bumstead. Determined to add as much as possible to his nocturnal feast, he was known to include sardines...
...want prehistoric portrayals of women from comic strips. I'll turn to anthologies, to Dagwood and Blondie, and other concoctions of the '50s. They don't belong on my breakfast table in 1986. This kind of nonsense is enough to make me think that all men are loathsome...and I say that with a smile on my face...
Well in New York, you would just walk around the corner to the all night deli and pick up a feast that would make Dagwood Bumstead full. But, alas, this is Cambridge, where even the subway stops running...