My first real job was pasting up the Salvation Army's weekly magazine, "The War Cry".
While waiting for the Major's editorial changes, I drew this set of cards to promote my illustration work.
They are, in many ways, derivative of the European cartoonists I so admired.
At the time I was living in a bayside suburb of Art Deco buildings and palm trees.
Where crumbling nightclubs and rock'n'roll venues faced the beach.
And the Swan Beer blimps purred constantly overhead.
It's taken a while but I've finally given away the last set.