inkwell

In a 1926 strip, we meet Skinny Slats, an ironically corpulent lad who squeezes out of an inkwell.

And so I filled my inkwell, put a quill pen to my chin and cried, “A playlist is in order!”

The inkwell bore a faint outline of the Pulitzer Prize medal, which he and other staffers won in 1984 for a pioneering series on Latinos in Southern California.

“I will never forget the dim room, the smell of the wooden table that was lit by a small lamp, the pen and the inkwell.”

In one, he impatiently gestured for aides to move an inkwell and tray of pens out of his way.