Is it OK for me to ask for more slapstick in something called “Vaudeville Comics”, or are vaudeville and slapstick mutually exclusive? I always thought they went together, but that front cover has the most physical action in the book. Anyway, this book is OK. There’s a tribute to Julius Schwartz, a great story about why he doesn’t do autobio comics, five four panel strips without a punchline for various reasons, and this odd little bouncing ball that’s on a couple of pages. Not sure what was up with that, as if everything in the world needs a massive reason for existing or something. I liked this one a bit more than the last one of his I reviewed, which I suppose is saying something. It’s only $1, contact info is up there.