(From “Bulletman” number 1, 1941.)
Given the demonstrated cluelessness of the Bulletman/girl/dog family, I’m betting Pops forgot he even *had* a daughter by the time he finished the letter.
“Daughter? What the heck? What a load of hooey! you’d think I’d remember having a daughter.”
Anybody else notice the man behind bulletgirl looks like he needs to fart really bad?