Old Opie Dilldock's Stories is one of my favorite comics of the era. It recounts the too-good-to-be-true adventures of the titular Opie, as recounted by the Munchausenesque fellow to his nephews and niece. To hear Opie tell it, he's been to all corners of the earth, saving damsels of every nationality from distress and escaping from dozens of hair-raising situations through the liberal application of luck and a fair dose of animal cruelty. One notable aspect of Opie's travels, to my eye, is the remarkably even-handed way he treats ethnic caricature. He meets Africans, Eskimos, Chinese, Arabs, Turks, Native Americans, and more, and I seldom get the sense of lazy stereotyping that is often rife in vintage cartooning. Yes, he uses costuming and physiognomy to delineate ethnic types, but it feels appropriate and mostly sympathetic, reminding me of Hergé or Carl Barks in the level of detail in costumes and settings.