There are two Halloweens. One involves drunk co-workers quoting their favorite Netflix sitcom. The other is the Halloween of our youth, a collision of sugar and G-rated macabre, all nestled in our earliest adult-free forays into the big mysterious world.

Cartoonist Charles Schulz captured the latter like no one else ever had or will. He somehow maintained a direct conduit to bona fide child innocence throughout his entire career, a claim that could be made by few beyond Mr. Rogers and Dr. Seuss. And nowhere was Schulz's seemingly simple approach to reality better exemplified than in his Halloween strips.

Hand numbered screen print.