There were a lot of write-ups I tried to pair with these, but they all seemed superfluous, as the following strips pretty much tell you everything you need to know. Granted, the only possible reaction anyone could have to these would be a few hard blinks as the word "Why?" struggles free of one's throat, but I have no answers to give you, and Mr. Schulz is unavailable for comment, as his days are now spent "up there," jammin' with Jimi.
(In an impressive display of my coding prowess, clicking on these strips will make them appear larger in a separate window.)
As I'm unencumbered by any insight whatsoever, please enjoy the following Peanuts strips about the time Charlie Brown got a rash on his head that looked like the stitching on a baseball, then hallucinated that the sun was a baseball, then went to camp wearing a bag on his head to hide the rash. It's as weird or weirder than the week Garfield became all about a giant dog for no reason whatsoever. I like to think about a person who hadn't read the funny pages in a few weeks opening the paper to the final strip in the story arc, and how much it would mess up the rest of his day. Even with a little context, the ending to this saga is as inscrutable as hieroglyphics were before the discovery of the Rosetta Stone. Godspeed.
Chilling. It brings to mind something novelist and role model F. Scott Fitzgerald said regarding his time in Hollywood, "Wear a mask long enough, it becomes your face." Not that it's a relevant quote beyond it being about a mask, but it's pretty tricky for me to drop references if I have to ensure they're more than tangentially germane.
"Mr. Sack" is a pretty menacing nom de guerre-- if Charlie Brown hadn't so clearly entered a fugue state at the end of these strips and disconnected completely from reality, he could've harnessed his innate leadership ability and charisma to set up a sort of camp-based Keyser Soze persona.
Hey, also, I just realized that Charlie wearing a cruddy bag on his head at summer camp is eerily similar to the idea behind Jason Vorhees, especially in the first "Friday the 13th" sequel. Jason wasn't as helpful, though.
I think we all remember what happened after these strips, when Peanuts became an odd precursor to DePalma's "Dressed to Kill" and all the Sundays were drawn by Peter Max for a few years. Thankfully, not drawing Sundays freed up Schulz's schedule enough that he took up tennis, and used his enthusiasm to get the strip back on track by 1978. Ever seen a bird play mixed doubles with a dog? It's crazy!