THE FAR SIDE DAILY

At the popular dog film, Man Throwing Sticks

Flawed cultural treasures

Every hour on the hour, a huge truck, made entirely of pressed ham, lumbers its way across dog heaven—and all the car chasers can decide for themselves whether or not to participate.

Darrell suspected someone had once again slipped him a trick spoon with the concave side reversed.

Custer’s first stand

“So! You’ve been fighting again! … And in your new suit, too!”

“… And then the creatures yanked him out of the ground, skinned him alive, boiled him, and ate him. The end. Now go to sleep!”

Across town in the snake district

Summoned by the gonging, Professor Crutchfeld stepped into the clearing. The little caterpillars had done well this time in their offering.

In the hallway of the Old Cartoonists’ Home

“C’mon, c’mon—it’s either one or the other.”

“You’re a hard man, Bud.”

God at His computer

“You’re a hard man, Bud.”

Centaur rodeos

The mysterious intuition of some animals

“And don’t give me that ‘I’m only bird-watching’ line.”

How entomologists pass away

“Gee … look at all the little black dots.”

Night of the Living Dead Chipmunks

Evolution of the dog

Night of the Living Dead Chipmunks

“Darlene is going with some new guy. … And he’s got a shell.”

“Well, what the? … I thought I smelled something.”

“Say … you’re not Bob! … You look like him, but you’re certainly not him!”

Fire is invented.

“Say … you’re not Bob! … You look like him, but you’re certainly not him!”

“Cummings! Schneider! You’ve got plenty of research to work on … and for the last time, stop playing with those plastic models!”

“Foster! You better get over here if you want to see Meeher’s hangnail magnified 500 times.”

“Voilá! … Your new dream home! If you like it, I can get a crew mixing wood fibers and saliva as early as tomorrow.”

“First!”

“Honey, the Merrimonts are here. … They’d like to come down and see your ape-man project.”

“Hey! Look at me, everybody! I’m a cowboy! … Howdy, howdy, howdy!”

“My God! Vikings! And they mean business!”

“This is getting pretty eerie, Simmons. … Another skull, another fortune.”

“As if we all knew where we’re going.”

The curse of mad scientist’s block

Scenes from the entomology underworld

“For heaven’s sake, Elroy! Now look where the earth is! … Move over and let me drive!”

Suddenly, Dr. Morrissey’s own creation, a hideous creature nine feet tall and bearing the heads of the Brady Bunch, turns against him.

Irresponsible mountain goats

“Well, Bobby, it’s not like you haven’t been warned. ... No roughhousing under the hornets’ nest!”

“Wait! Wait! … Don’t open that brand of beer!”