The pantheon of American cartoonists has its fair share of luminaries. There is Walt Disney, whose work was so inspired that it sparked the creation of a hideously large and evil media conglomerate. There is Jim Davis, whose brainchild compelled the entire world to unite over its shared disdain for Mondays.
There is Charles Schulz, who taught us never to trust psychiatrists. And let us not forget Chic Young, who never failed to delight whenever he depicted Dagwood Bumstead in the process of creating or consuming a comically tall sandwich with lots of weird stuff in it.