john dough and the cherub

This picture of the---hm hm---plump woman, cracks me up. I, coincidentally, happen to cook a potato every day for lunch.

This book, John Dough and the Cherub, is one of many, put out by L. Frank Baum. He is the writer, if you do not already know, of the Wizard of Oz. I am sure that I will be a wildly unpopular person---more so than usual---when people find out that I don't like the book, or the movie. Did I just hear a gasp? For me the book is spoiled because of the artist. I am sure that W. W. Denslow was very good in his own right, but to me, John R. Neill's drawings, coupled with Baum's writing, in the subsequent 13 Oz books, are what conjures up Oz for me. Neill also illustrated the pictures above as well. I have read all of the Oz books---excepting the first---many times, as a young girl. In retrospect, I think that I can pinpoint most of my mental problems being due to that. Baum's words and Neill's drawings were quite odd and a little insane. As a grown woman, this can be the perfect description of me. Quite odd, and a little insane. I am not complaining. I prefer the fun times that I have with me. We are all crazy together.