All About April: Browse The Strips

Monday October 7, 2024

Lynn's Comments: I had a Sunday school teacher who had so many hairs on her chin that I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I kept thinking, “Why doesn’t she shave them off?” I thought she looked like a character in one of Len Norris’ cartoons! I was already paying serious attention to comic art when I was in elementary school.

Saturday October 12, 2024

Lynn's Comments: In kindergarten, I turned a hide and seek game into a bit of chaos by taking off all my clothes in the closet where I was hiding. The teacher was not amused and expelled me from her class. I remember my mom accepting the news with resignation. I guess this had been “the last straw.”

Tuesday January 21, 2025

Lynn's Comments: A friend, who was an elementary school teacher, told me that as long as a student’s coat was in the cloakroom, the kids knew he or she was coming back. I thought it was a sweet idea and I used it in the strip.

Tuesday March 18, 2025

Lynn's Comments: When writing for the strip, I looked at every word in the dialogue hoping to find something on which to build a punch line. Here, the word “pretty,” used in everyday speech, was something I thought I could work with. This isn’t the best gag, but it gives you an idea how some ideas evolve.

Wednesday April 2, 2025

Lynn's Comments: Go to YouTube and search for “I’m Five” by Danny Kaye. When I turned five, even though I was a girl, that was my song! Don’t underestimate the memory of a five-year-old. This one has lasted for over 70 years!

Saturday April 12, 2025

Lynn's Comments: Readers criticized April’s “kidspeak” and told me to make her use proper English. I thought it would detract from a child’s charming way of learning the language. As long as my editors were OK with the content of the strip, I left it alone. One can suffer from too much advice!

Sunday April 27, 2025

Lynn's Comments: This is how I learned to ride a two-wheeled bike. I was 12 before I was allowed to have one. My mother kept saying I wasn’t old enough to have a bike, even though my friends were all pedaling their way to school. If she had only told me that we couldn’t afford one; if she’d been honest with me, I might have understood. To admit that we weren’t able to afford a secondhand bike was such an embarrassment for her that it was many, many years before she told me the truth.