Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for August 30, 1972
August 29, 1972
August 31, 1972
Transcript:
Zonker: I finally harvested my wheat today! Rev. Sloan: Why, that's grand! Really! Do you want to talk about it? Zonker: Sure, I don't mind. There wasn't much to it - I took a sharp, gleaming scythe and aimed it at my wheat patch...with one might blow after another, I felled the wheat - scattering the grain from the stalks! All day, I whacked and hewed, tirelessly, preparing my wheat for the miller's brutal stone! I'm making muffins tomorrow. Rev. Sloan: Wonderful.
