In the 70s somebody spent a lot of Nixon's tax dollars printing these Popeye career guidance comics, of which there were dozens, all printed with Charlton's cereal box press, drawn by a wide variety of hacks, and written by committee. I found a giant box of these at Griffin Middle School and, when told I could have as many as I liked, walked off with the whole box. They're COMIC BOOKS, man!
Here Olive Oyl and Wimpy look strangely relieved to learn they don't need a high school diploma to start many careers.
Olive Oyl is seemingly terrified at being challenged to fulfill traditional gender roles.
Is that Luigi or Mario? I think it's Mario.
Subtext: Millwrights succeed on the most primal levels - securing a mate, siring offspring, and exhibiting prowess as a hunter-gatherer. Og the Mighty Hunter could not have done better.
Wimpy is surprised by tires.
Why, even drawing Popeye is a career! Let's take a moment to read between the lines and find out what this artist is really thinking...
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