You're looking at the work of one of America's best between-the-war cartoonists. I first encountered his crisp clean lines in the all-holy New Yorker Book of Cartoons; he only had a few entries, but they were full-page, detailed but uncluttered, unexcelled at capturing the exact moment of comic fulfillment.
Williams's syndicated one-panel comic ran in the Minneapolis Tribune for two months in 1939. It was apparently unpopular, and was replaced by a lousy serial comic about a poor little rich girl. Most of the comics have suffered the usual depredations visited upon the ancient microfiche; I've cleaned up a few examples.