No one complained about my pressing fast-forward on Monday, so lets keep going at this furious pace.
I don't know anything about adventurer Spike Spalding, but he seems to have originated Stripesy's look. And Waldo's. The panel selecred omits one of the two kids he hangs out with, the one that's a terrible racist caricature.
This talking head-style documentary about how to deal with ants in the home and jungle brought to you by Creig Flessel who, as much as Siegel & Shuster, was one of DC's earliest superstars/workhorses. He does a LOT of strips across all three of National Comics' first three titles. As we'll see.
Ed Winiarski... important influence on Gil Kane?
Oh ouch. Here's what happens when Shuster gets sick or something. There is absolutely NO CALL for someone else to draw a Siegel script, especially if it's going to be this amateurish. Yuck! And only Slam Bradley's third appearance too.
The standard of comedy in one-panel cartoons and limited-panel comic strips inserted in comics isn't high, I know, but this may just be the worst fat joke I've ever come across. Wow. Even if you think it's funny to laugh at obesity, this thing is so badly designed as to be puzzling. Eech.
ONLY a large black cat? That thing's terrifying. Intense scampering!
Keep black cats from becoming terrifying scamps, people. If you're going to adopt a cat, go to your local SPCA (don't encourage kitty mills), and take a black cat home with you. They are apparently the least adopted and the most abandoned, apparently because so many people still associate them with the Devil, witchcraft and/or bad luck. Ridiculous! Don't hold out for a tuxedo cat, get that black cat in your home and off the streets where its only role in life is jump scares.
This has been a PSA from the SBG. Preach.
Something I wasn't expecting to see today (or any day): A vaguely suggestive burning pillow.
More Flessel, as promised. Steve Conrad and his gal pal have been strung up by jungle Amazons, and are about to be rescued by a monkey. Because pulp.
An embarrassing moment from a lesser-known Siegel & Shuster strip called Spy! I mean, with a title like that, you sort of don't want Lois Lane--sorry, Sally--to recognize you on the plane.
And we end this round on yet more Flessel work, this time showing he wasn't just about hard man adventure strips. A sweet romance done in a two-page strip. We catch Hanko on the upswing of telling his girl he loves her, and that's just nice, no matter what downswings succeed it.