Jack Rickard - Comic Strip

Comic Strip

In 1966–67, he collaborated with Mell Lazarus on a newspaper comic strip, Pauline McPeril (aka The Adventures of Pauline McPeril) for Publishers-Hall Syndicate. Lazarus used the pseudonym "Fulton" on this strip, which followed the misadventures of blonde secret agent McPeril. The strip was described in the age regression website 2 Be Young Again:

The Adventures of Pauline McPeril was a short-lived comic strip by Mad artist Jack Rickard that starred a dumb blonde secret agent who successfully bungled her way through various intrigues. An AR plot was featured in November-December 1967. In that sequence, the notorious Doctor Shrinkman had devised a formula that turned people into little kids. As he worked for the enemy, he used his formula on other agents working for the same spy group as McPeril. The Doctor, McPeril, trying to slip her a very youthful Mickey in a cocktail glass while the two are out on a date. Pauline tests the old spinning the table gag to confuse Shrinkman, who downs his own formula and turns into a five-year-old boy in a lumpy suit. Instead of jail, Shrinkman is sent to nursery school. At the time this sequence ran, the only major paper still carrying Pauline McPeril was the Philadelphia Bulletin.

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