In the spirit of past 1,001 Chicago Afternoons tales “#717: Five Images from Chicago Collections Consortium to Haunt Your Turkey Comas” and “#770: Quack Cures and How Bad They’d Kill You” and because I moved that damn marble-top end table of my grandparents’ by myself over the weekend and my arms feel like someone punched me over and over and over until I gave them my lunch money, I present to you now “#802: A Bunch of Out-of-Context Tribune Archives Artwork Because I Moved Over the Weekend and Everything Hurts.”
Marvel over these unknown illustrations, and then click the picture for the original article.
[Editor's note: In October 2017, the Tribune turned its archives over to the paid service of the jackals at newspapers.com. At some point I'll try to track down the articles again, but for now let your mind whirl with possibilities of what The Skeleton Dude and Hammock Built for Two could have been.]
Thank you, and please come back Wednesday for a stirring, first-person account of a man in his late 30s taking aspirin and screaming a lot about marble-topped tables.
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