Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for June 23, 2024

Revelation. Hesitation. Nearly spills his drink

Evidence is digitized. He must have time to think.

Publisher, he smirks and snorts. Piggish are his eyes

Sweaty, chubby fingers now taint the lurid prize

Photographic evidence of blissful interlude

Blackmail with such images is vile, crass, and crude.

The Commissioner won’t stand for it. Neither will his wife

Repercussions harsh and swift. Ruined, his lush life.

Good morning™, all!

I think his “workplace misbehavior” has just hit the fan, and not the baseball fans, either. He’d better not think too long on it.

well, at least he’s giving him time to consider it…

not that it’s an improvement on his character…

he just wants to make Bordy have a case of the sweats to help him along in his decision to pay up and fork over…

I had hoped my students in middle school had learned from your original poems that I brought in to use in class how to write their own prose.

Good morning™, Moral Turpituders !

How does a soft boiled turnip get to be owner of even a semi big time team ?  I thought those guys were hard blistered caustic vengey types. Outer office lady can’t want him for his “good looks” as much as she wants his wallet, the one visitor lady gets.

In professional sports leagues, the commissioners work for the owners, not the other way around, & unless Ms. Duviel works for the team (which seems unlikely), this doesn’t seem like a case of workplace “Me Too” impropriety. So I don’t think Borden has anything to worry about from a professional standpoint. When it comes to his wife, however, that may be where Gabriel has him over the barrel, so to speak.

In professional sports leagues, the commissioners work for the owners, not the other way around, & unless Ms. Duviel works for the team (which seems unlikely), this doesn’t seem like a case of workplace “Me Too” impropriety. So I don’t think Borden has anything to worry about from a professional standpoint. When it comes to his wife, however, that may be where Gabriel has him by the base ahem, so to speak.

Slimeball, he will get his someday!

There’s less suspense in this story than at the Spin the Bottle weekend at Gweedo’s Goat Farm!

The part of the photo we can see in the upper right panel only shows the tops of Duivel and Borden’s heads. Maybe they are just making goo-goo eyes at each other. That’s enough for a scandal.

You’d think that little guy under the glass dome in P5 would use his bat to break outta there….

Someone with a baseball team committing scandalous behavior? Why, I’ve never heard of such a thing. It must be pretty bad to overshadow the indescretions that the players commit.

Outstanding artwork once again. Great job, Charles.

Threatening him with the commissioner? I must be missing something, because “guy canoodles with woman in his office” doesn’t seem scandalous enough to imperil the guy into paying blackmail. Is there a “no canoodling” clause or something in the agreement owners have with the league?

The artist keeps breaking the 180 degree rule. This is a conversation between two people across a desk. In panel 1, the subject is on the left looking right. In panel 2, the subject ought to be on the right looking left.

“I-it’s an addiction. So MANY pretty pencils at the office. So long! So pointy! And my life is so empty. Who’d miss a few thousand? I give them a nice home, and only take them out once a week to run my toes through them! (pant-pant)!”

“Friend, your closet would reduce Fibber Mcgee to hot, bitter tears of envy.’

….“AND there’d better be a LOOOOOT of zeroes lined up behind the lead figure I’m suggesting”……..

I just realized that the backgrounds in panels 3 and 5, behind fatso, are 100% different. There’s no way or reason he had the time to change seats.

Before calling it a “major league” goof, can someone please explain what I’m hopefully missing?

1-BORDO: If you were a member here, you wouldn’t have to wear a suit coat.

2-FATTY: I would not care to be associated with a club that would have me as a member! Some attribute that statement to Groucho but I assure you – it was I who coined it! Now…

3-…FEAST YOUR EYES!

4-…I presume from the sudden 3 inch elevation of the table that the photos have had the desired effect. Excellent!

5-…We shall speak – anon. Adieu BORDO: Hey! Do I see Ms. Schottohell’s blue eye peeking through the keyhole…? FATTY: I should not be surprised if true. Auf Wiedersehen. Adios. See ya later.

Must be something juicy.

FINAL PANEL: Mmmm `GULP` !

And the graphic novel plods on.

Mr. Borden will need four more beverages like the one in his hands. Plus, the services of an Uber driver to take him home.