No, the headline doesn't have anything to do with an after-dark hobby of window-peeping, but of a werewolf, born of a traffic accident.
It's by one of the Atlas Comics greats, Syd Shores. I've shown this before, years ago, but decided it was worth re-scanning and re-posting.
It has off-register color printing, but after a lifetime of hating that part of the cheap-and-dirty production of comic books, I've come lately to think of bad printing as having a charm of its own. It means that comics were produced as throwaway items, more like advertising pamphlets than as the desirable collectibles we think of today. It shows that what is junk to one generation becomes a treasure in the future. If you'd been around in the '40s and '50s buying cheap stuff, like comics, and storing them away unread, your children today would be thanking you for your foresight.
From Astonishing #16 (1952):
