Time For Ice Cream (13), 1947/48

From the last chapter: "Ice Cream for the Children's Party." The clowns don't look very cheerful, do they? Are they bummed out because the war is over, or are they anticipating the one that's still waiting in the wings? The answer is lost to history.

The little girl facing Mother appears to be holding some fusion of a hammer and pliers in her right hand. On that confusing note, our saga ends.