Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for March 23, 1988
March 22, 1988
March 24, 1988
Transcript:
Zonker: Another day with my beloved tea roses! Man: I say! Zonker: Hello? Woman: My sweet man-child! I shall never forget you! Zonker: I had the strangest day. Our hero's life with the Duke has become as predictable as spring rain in Scotland. Oh, there was the odd distraction, such as the time the delectable Lady Sunwell rode by to ask directions. But even on occasions such as these, when walks were shared, glances exchanged, and promises whispered...he was always back in time for dinner.
