One of Otto's buddies in high school, and beyond, was a guy named Hank. He was the mature one among us. He had the level head in our gang. These recently uncovered drawings, all executed during class hours were the product of his unpredictable mind. He was more a man of letters than of the visual arts, yet these hilarious studies betray a unique and interesting thought process. I present them with no further distraction. Click to enlarge and enjoy:
