Roger Noons
a glass of sarsaparilla
‘Joyce, I’ve got an idea.’
‘What is it this time, Charles?’
‘I’m sick of one panel jokes. I’m sure I can make
more of a boy and his dog.’
‘Don’t drop the dog.’
‘No, I won’t but I’ve an inkling for a four panel
version.’
‘Make the dog the wise one who tells the boy what
to do and throws up his paws when the lad goofs out.’
‘Don’t know if that’ll work.’
‘Course it will.’ Joyce stared over her
spectacles. ‘Most dogs are brighter than their owners. Look at Mrs Rose over the
road, her chihuahua has twice as many brain cells.’
‘Okay.’
‘And add some pals for the boy. They need to be
unusual, kids with distinct personalities. But the dog must always be in charge.
You could give him a pal … perhaps a chirpy bird, something like
that.’
‘I could still use the name Charlie Brown, for
the boy.’
‘What will you call the dog?’
‘Dunno … you got any ideas?’
‘They bark and poop … and snoop. Why not call him
Snoopy?’
Charles shook his head. ‘I’ll try it out on the
Syndicate, but I don’t think it will work.’
‘Breed?’
‘Pardon?’
‘Keep the drawing simple but you need to suggest
a breed, a smallish dog, I think, they’re the cleverest.’
‘I had a dog when I was a boy, a pointer,
Spike.’
‘Beagle,’ Joyce shouted, ‘better than a
terrier.’
‘Right, beagle it is unless the Syndicate
think
otherwise.’
‘Tell them Charles, don’t ask. Assure them it
will be a success.’
He nodded but he didn’t have his fiancĂ©’s
confidence.’
Peanuts premiered in the Washington Post and six
other newspapers on 2 October 1950.
About the author
Roger Noons is a regular contributor to Cafe Lit. His
Slimline Tales was published earlier this year by Chapeltown
Books.
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