The Inkwell Clown battles a boxing kangaroo..
Max Fleischer
United States
Max Fleischer’s inkwell spills open and out scrambles a harlequin with knees like wishbones, eyes like boiled eggs, and a grin that knows it’s being watched. A ring is drawn around him the way a child chalks a crime-scene on pavement; the line quivers, still wet, still listening for the next gag. Into this trembling c...
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Dave Fleischer
Lloyd Ingraham
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" Max Fleischer’s inkwell spills open and out scrambles a harlequin with knees like wishbones, eyes like boiled eggs, and a grin that knows it’s being watched. A ring is drawn around him the way a child chalks a crime-scene on pavement; the line quivers, still wet, still listening for the next gag. Into this trembling corral hops a kangaroo wearing regulation red gloves, its ears pinned back like a prizefighter’s curls, its pouch a velvet purse that might jingle with coins or with the bones of la..."
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