
Our cats, Doc Marty and Doc Smiff (a most ingenious pair of docs), preferred to play with Stinky Potts, the boy next door who

As I grew to adulthood, I was chased from town to town . Nobody wanted my feet within their city limits, not even in shoes. The risk was too great.

Each time I thought I'd found a safe place, with sturdy, strapping men who could endure the exposure,

something would

go wrong,

I was at my wits' end. And, then, somebody told me about

Witch Doctor Scholls.
He worked his juju on me, and instead of men running from the thought of my feet exposed to air,

my true love,

And my feet are free to run and splash in puddles in the Spring, and to run in the grass with while my new cat, Iolanthe, watches from a comfortable distance.
All pictures are from the book, "The Adventures of Tim Tyler", according to the title page, "Adapted from the famous newspaper strip by LYMAN YOUNG", published by the Saalfield Publishing Company of Akron Ohio and New York, in the year 1934. The book is filled with extremely politically incorrect notions and illustrations, so I've had a bit of my own fun with it. I hope the heirs to Lyman Young take no offense. I'm very fond of this little pile of pulp.
Further, I really did go outside barefoot, today, for the first time this year. I splashed in a puddle or two. It was MAHvelous. Thunderstorm included.
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