Our cartoon for this weekend comes from 1941. It was from a feature called “Out Our Way” and was published on June 28.
I do believe it is exaggerating just how dirty a kid’s feet get, though.
And here’s the text of the “poem”:
Barefoot Boy, the lazy soul,
sneaks to bed with feet like coal.
Mother dashes like a streak
to make the sheets last out the week.
Too late, she hears a gentle snore—
What are Maws and washtubs for?