Number 1589: Invaded Earth

Người đăng: vanmai yeu em on Thứ Hai, 9 tháng 6, 2014

This is the first posting of a theme week. I'm calling it Skiffy Week, recognizing those science fiction fans who deplore the term “sci-fi,” pronouncing it skiffy. These are the kinds of stories that probably qualify for such a title...old-fashioned, corny, oddball. You know, skiffy.

First up, a chapter from the long series of post-invasion tales, “The Lost World,” illustrated by Graham Ingels. The villains are the usual Voltamen, but it’s early enough in the series (it began in Planet Comics #21*) that the Voltamen had not yet adopted their Yoda-speak. Dialogue that in this that story reads, “The old one is dead. We will take the female,” would soon be written as, “Dead the old one is. Take we will the female.”

This story shocks my sense of cultural heritage when our two protagonists, Lyssa and Hunt, burn movie film. Outrageous!

From Planet Comics #26 (1943):











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*I posted that first story last year. Click on the thumbnail to read it.


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673 - The newest Phantom Sunday strip

Người đăng: vanmai yeu em on Thứ Bảy, 7 tháng 6, 2014

This is the story of the 5th Phantom. This is Tony DePaul's take and extension of a Lee Falk story that appeared as S134 in 1989.














This is once again courtesy Emile. Please download the story here, and shower your thanks on Emile.

Enjoy


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You Can Learn a Lot from Comic Books

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Some of which just ain't so.  Consider these two amazing "facts" which I discovered while reading a couple of Superboy issues from 1954-1955:


I can imagine a kid believing those things, but an adult should be just a little more skeptical.  Women in general live longer than men (about 7 years longer the last I heard), so it would be quite surprising to learn that a man actually held the title for the oldest documented living human.  We would also, given advances in medicine and corresponding advances in average life expectancy, for the oldest person ever to me more recent.  And in fact, according to Wikipedia, the current record for the oldest person is a Frenchwoman named Jeanne Calment, who passed away just 17 years ago at age 122.  In fact, of the ten longest-living people, only one (the tenth) was a man.

As for Drakenberg, simple math reveals that even with the dates given he did not "complete 146 years," but 145.  And this website reveals why that age is suspect at best:

The certificate also states the names of Drakenberg's parents, and of the farm at which he was born. In the postscript of the latest edition of Drakenberg's biography from 1972 Paul G. Ørberg disproves all the facts listed in this certificate (Ørberg 1972). The vicar of Skee in 1732 was Johan Schoug and the vicar in 1626 was Christoffer Lauritzen Friis; the two vicars named in the document have apparently never existed. The farm on which Drakenberg had allegedly been born had just been built in 1626, and was owned by someone else; no trace can be found of the people named as Drakenberg's parents and finally no church register going back to 1626 exists from the church of Skee, and it is doubtful whether one ever has. In other words the certificate proving the amazing age of Drakenberg is a forgery, though a very successful one.
 
As for the male deer bot fly Wikipedia notes:

In 1938 Irving Langmuir, recipient of the 1932 Nobel Prize in Chemistry, examined the claim in detail and refuted the estimate. Among his specific criticisms were:
  • To maintain a velocity of 800 miles per hour, the 0.3-gram fly would have had to consume more than 150% of its body weight in food every second;
  • The fly would have produced an audible sonic boom;
  • The supersonic fly would have been invisible to the naked eye; and
  • The impact trauma of such a fly colliding with a human body would resemble that of a gunshot wound
And in fact the current estimate for this little fellow is a relatively sedate 25 mph.

Here's another bit from a text piece on how the toys of the 1950s were preparing kids for the jobs of tomorrow:

Now that may seem a bit sexist, but this was the 1950s when Dad went off to work and Mom took care of the kids.  In fact, my mother (before she got married) had her first job as a switchboard operator.  But I certainly hope no young girls practiced too hard on this toy, as the switchboard was already on its way out.
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Number 1588: The bride has crabs!

Người đăng: vanmai yeu em on Thứ Sáu, 6 tháng 6, 2014

Here are a couple of terror tales from Harvey Comics’ golden age of horror, the early '50s. Both of these particular stories are tied together by having creepy crustaceans, crabs, as monsters.

First up, from Chamber of Chills #7 (1952), “The Crawling Death!” is credited to Abe Simon, pencils, and Don Perlin, inks, in the Grand Comics Database. Secondly, “The Bride of the Crab” is from Chamber of Chills #12 (1952), and is not a story of Pappy’s honeymoon with Mrs. Pappy, although I can be mighty crabby. The story is drawn by Moe Marcus. Karswell posted it back in 2008 in The Horrors Of It All, and you can go there to check it out by tapping the link with your claw.












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Number 1587: “I’ll be hornswoggled!” The lady blacksmith and the tall cowboy.

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Wayne Hart rides into the town of Lodestone looking for a blacksmith. He finds that and his true love in the same person, Edie Ford.

Since this is a love comic book, Cowboy Love, pardners, you know that the road to love will be mighty bumpy, and the roadside lined with owlhoots and sidewinders lookin' to get what Miss Edie’s uncle left her. There’s a rich guy dressed fancy who hires Wayne to do the dirty work, but Wayne double-deals him with his true payoff in mind...the hand of Miss Edie.

This is the second story I’ve shown recently where a Western woman is doing a “traditional” man’s job. In an earlier post, Pappy's #1157, she is the sheriff. In that story her fella takes her job and puts her in the home as his wife. I’m not sure that happens here with Wayne and Edie since the ending is left open on that subject, but I know what I’d be thinking about a blacksmith woman if I were Wayne: “Do I want a wife with Popeye arms who could pick me up and toss me like a cowchip?”

“Love’s Last Stand” is scanned from a reprint in Cowboy Love #28 (1955). It was originally shown in issue #2 (1949). Cowboy Love is one of the titles picked up by Charlton in 1953 when they bought up the rights to Fawcett’s non-Marvel Family comics. In his notes for issue #2 comic art-spotter Jim Vadeboncoeur Jr credits Marc Swayze with the art.
















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Number 1586: Solid, Jackson!

Người đăng: vanmai yeu em on Thứ Hai, 2 tháng 6, 2014

Solid Jackson is a friend of Natch Kilroy, and another funny character from The Kilroys, a popular teenage series from ACG in the late forties and early fifties. Animator Bob Wickersham (“Wick”) did the artwork and Hubie Karp wrote the story.

The phrase, “Solid, Jackson!” was in use during the war years based on this photo.

After the war it was used in hipster-talk. Man, if everything is aw reet, copacetic, then you is solid, Jackson! I’m glad to see that according to the Urban Dictionary the term is still being used, but in reading their definition, maybe more graphically defined than 65 years ago.

From The Kilroys #19 (1949):








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What Do These Two Covers Have In Common?

Người đăng: vanmai yeu em on Chủ Nhật, 1 tháng 6, 2014

Superboy #60:


Supernan #198:

It's pretty obviously the gadget that somehow sees through clothing to reveal the S insignia on Superboy's/Superman's costume.  These gadgets are referred to in the stories as X-rays, although of course they do not work the way X-rays really do.  A real X-ray actually goes entirely through the person until it hits the film which then reveals the internal organs and bones.  There is no reason for the device to stop at one layer of clothing.  Although Superman's costume is invulnerable, it is not impervious to X-rays, at least according to this cover:

The two hand-held X-ray gadgets actually work pretty much like young boys hoped the X-ray specs advertised in the comics would.

The Superboy #60 story is the more interesting of the X-ray gadget stories.  When Superboy learns that a quiz show is intentionally stacking the deck against a young Smallville inventor, he helps the boy create some devices, including, ironically, the X-ray device that reveals his secret identity.  This appears to predate the public revelations about the quiz show scandals of the late 1950s.  I talked four years ago about an even earlier Batman story that exposed shenanigans in the genre.

In the Superboy story, the young inventor is eventually able to keep $30,000 (the amount he had accumulated before the Boy of Steel's intervention).  That would be a small fortune in those days, enough to purchase a house, car and a college education.

The Superman story is less interesting; it turns out that the bearded Clark Kent is actually from another dimension, where Superman was evil and had disposed of Clark.  But then we learn that it's all a trick to trap Superman in the other dimension.

By the way, in both stories, Clark is able to convince people that the actual device being used on him was actually just a projector which put the S emblem on his chest.
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