Bea Arthur is, of course, deceased, and while she was a tall lady, she sure wasn't chunky. So I can't figure out why the society matron I doodled looks, for all the world, like a matronly Bea Arthur.
She gave us Maude and she gave us Dorothy and I gave her wide hips. I'm sorry. You only helped shape my view of the world in your awesome, brightly colored and oversized sweatshirts with the weirdest collars anyone has ever seen. Oh, and you took no crap from anyone, even Ma.
There's also a penitent with a disfigured face and strange haired military officer. So I might need to draw more from life and less from imagination.