Fred Dangerfield

Fred Dangerfield spent his days hunched over a wooden table, carving away at wooden blocks like a man possessed. He left behind a whole collection of beard prints, yes, beards, each one a detailed tangle of whiskers inked onto paper. Why beards?

Who knows, but the guy sure loved a good sideburn. Skip the scholarly fuss; just look up H Beard Print Collection and you’ll get the joke immediately.