WHEN I SAID MUSIC SOOTHES THE SAVAGE BEAST

 

So what'll we Play ? LOVE LOVE YOUR ALIVED?

The means to sanctification.

1951 Saturday Evening Post Cartoons by George Smith

 

True THE MAN'S MAGAZINE 1946

 

SMILE'S LIFT THE SPIRIT WARM THE HEART AND EDIFY. NOTHING DISARMS LIKE A SMILE.

The Columbian Vancouver Washington · Wednesday February 07 1979 HERE'S YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT DAD!

 

WHAT IS THE REASON FOR TENS OF THOUSANDS OF WARHEADS AIMED AT MAJOR CITIES? WHY IS THE WORLD READY TO BLOW ITSELF UP YOU ASK?

 

Where's Tish ? Sailing her ship in the tub Tell her lunch is ready she's not there anymore she went down with the ship.

 

I walk through the muddy field- listening to the birds- watching the drifting clouds-and the falling petals. Wondering until I'm exhausted. I lay down- and the mud enfolds me as if it wants to keep me there. The mud loves me! What's wrong with being a part of nature?

 

Ellen -Virginia - Katherine - Lorraine - Carol Ann - Patricia - Christine - and a baby brother keep the pen of artist George Smith busy.

Because Smith had just left art school and started a career as a cartoonist, it seemed quite logical that the Army classified him as a draftsman when he enlisted. But when he sent in a diagram of lubrication points on a G.I. truck, everyone thought it was funny. He became chief artist of the 58th Signal Battalion with a studio on half the islands in the Pacific.

Among other things, he drew a cartoon a day, caricaturing anyone who was vulnerable, all this with the commander's backing.

After the Army, Smith went back to cartooning and raising a family and reports that both are coming along fine. He sold his first cartoon to the Saturday Evening Post and has been a fairly regular contributor ever since.

Family-wise, his seven daughters and son speak for themselves and probably earn their support by providing ideas.

Getting ideas is the real mystery of cartooning, Mr. Smith says he enjoys drawing; however, he explains working conditions haven't changed much since the Army days. I'm still involved in a war, he says. I share a kitchen where I work with my wife and daughters. It's like holding a track meet in a submarine.

GEORGE SMITH. American Legion Magazine November 1950.

 

STOP CALLING ME FISH! MY NAME IS TISH! Austin Statesman Austin- Texas - 1960