Halloween Clip Art, 1921

As a fun Halloween bonus, here are some clip art images from the Richmond Times Dispatch, Oct. 28, 1921. These images should all be in the public domain due to their age, so feel free to use and adapt them. Larger versions should be available if you click on them. I did not completely "pretty them up," as I often like the old stamp look in my vintage clip art. If you enjoy them or use them, please drop a little something in my Ko-fi jar to compensate the time it took me to find, crop, and clean them up!

"Halloween" text

Black cat and pumpkin with text "Halloween fancies!"

Sitting black cat, head-on

Black cat, bat, and pumpkin, with text "05 - OCT - 21"

Cat with arched back and raised tail

Owl on a branch with bats in the background

Black owl with large eyes

Jack-o-lantern

A ghost, black cat, and candle, with a crescent moon and stars

A person looking scared or surprised

A man and woman dressed for a costume ball

A witch with a broom

A witch and black cat silhouette in front of a jack-o-lantern

A witch riding a broom, with bats in the background

A clown parade with a giant pumpkin, suitable for a header

A divider bar with a pumpkin rattle, witch, devil, corn husk doll, cat, and broom

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