OH, another Old Comics Story, which I can't verify as true, but heard multiple times from multiple ppl and am inclined to believe.
The National Cartoonists Society is like, the newspaper comic country club. Rich old men who hire ppl to draw what they inherited from their dads.
The National Cartoonists Society is like, the newspaper comic country club. Rich old men who hire ppl to draw what they inherited from their dads.
The NCS has a convention, but not like a "comics convention." It's closed to the public, there's a black tie banquet, etc. etc.
Supposedly, the story goes, one year, someone proposed they have a "meet-the-public" day. Let the rabble in for handshakes.
Supposedly, the story goes, one year, someone proposed they have a "meet-the-public" day. Let the rabble in for handshakes.
And enough people said "Sure" that they tried it. Set up tables, advertised, prepared for the crowds.
And the crowds CAME.
And beelined it to one table.
Bill Watterson's.
And the crowds CAME.
And beelined it to one table.
Bill Watterson's.
Supposedly (and again, cannot verify, wasn't there), Bill's line was immense, and nobody really gave a good goddamn about ANY other cartoonist at the meet-n-greet. All those supposed big-deal newspaper guys spent the day watching Bill get mobbed.
And, the story goes, the butthurt among the Not-Bills was so intense, they never had a meet-n-greet again.
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