Sorry, not even I am old enough to remember when this started. Far as I know it was about 86 years ago now, and I am too idle to pull up the relevant Wikipedia page.
It had a unique premise, amongst all the comic strips in the papers. The characters got older by roughly one year per year.
Tarzan still looks the same. Dick Tracy is drawn slightly better now but still looks the same. Batman and Superman - haven’t aged a day. Spider-man - well, how can we tell? Between the costume and bad art for faces they could be on the 40th - though Aunt May never changes.
Walt Wallet is now 108 years old and looks it. He acts it too. Wanders off into the old comics home where he sees comic characters that were dead and gone before your parents were born. We also know Walt is lying about his age, since he served in the Navy in WW1. It is a small vanity by an old guy, so we let it lie. A dude gets over 100, the odd year shaved off here and there is irrelevant.
The average life of a newspaper strip comic character is about 40 years before no one gives a shit any more. I mean, hell, no one gives a shit about Garfield now, and that cat hasn’t even started shedding.
Skeezix (and don’t blame me for the name) is exactly the age of the comic, as the comic started with him being left on Walt’s doorstep, complete with a cute little rush basket (Yes Rush is a total Basket, but hold that for a different post). Means the dude is old enough to be your grandfather. Great grandfather if you started early enough.
Now look - getting to 86 is pretty freaking impressive. Most of the people who would remember the first comic are dead. Most of the rest struggle to remember if they like Jello.
So you’d think.
A comic where people get older is a comic where people die. Not superhero die where they come back and kick ass, but really die.
For good. Like real people do.
Kinda harsh for a pen and ink drawing.
P.S - Clovia is really a bit of a bitch, amirite?