Everyone Loves Newspaper Artists, No Matter the Era

Some collegiate DVM art from the Everyone Will Love Our Crummy Pop Culture Three Decades from Now Decade:

A Few Objections to the Trendy Chronoscope, 1988

It’s a Meeting!, 1987

Mystery Matinee, 1986

 

 

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Flash Fiction (a Hundred Words or Fewer) #60: Losers

“Men and women—both are losers.  Women adapt themselves to fill the needs of men, and men adapt themselves to fill the needs of women.”

So wrote Bernie Sanders in a 1972 essay about sex and gender.  He’s since repudiated the essay, and I can understand why; voters can’t take too much honesty.  Everyone’s a fake—well, everyone who wants society to operate smoothly.  Mutual phoniness preserves order.  Pretending I care about my husband’s fantasy baseball league, and his pretending to despise Trump—yeah, not quite equal, but since women live longer than men, I’ll cut my man a break.

Copyright © 2019 by David V. Matthews

 

Flash Fiction (a Hundred Words or Fewer) #59: Azaleas

Every now and then, I enjoy confounding reader expectations by posting an incongruous image with my latest story–thus, the above photo of the Australian author Ethel Florence Lindesay Richardson, a.k.a. Henry Handel Richardson (1870-1946).

Vomiting prodigiously into the azaleas before the appalled guests that sweltering June night, in the backyard of Eric and Caroline McCafferty’s Cape Cod-style mansion, during the Joe Biden fundraising dinner (five thousand a plate, a hundred grand raised), Wayne Pellis (Caroline’s younger brother, thirty-one, unemployed, uninvited, unsober) wondered if raccoons or wolves or other animals from the overlooking hills would lap up the regurgitation, or if Caroline would have one of the Latino (or Latinx?) servants hose off the flowers, which had appeared last year in some magazine called Manor Illustrated (no doubt a purveyor of socialist propaganda, Wayne thought).

Copyright © 2019 by David V. Matthews