Greenface

Unknown Worlds (October 1943).

Why did he jilt me?

Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with Ted hanging around outside waiting for you to leave.

Love Confessions #39 (October 1954).

Red-Headed Tiger-Woman

Open the trunk by clicking the picture!

From Cavalcade Magazine (January 1953).

Comic Book PSA: Tips for women on getting and keeping a job

Cinderella Love #13 (December 1953). These pages are so idealized and show a really professional working environment that is not really representative of many of the offices of the 50s I have heard of. I wonder if issue #14 had more tips for the career women of 1953 like, "So the boss grabbed your ass, shut up and take it." and "Wolf Whistles: Pretend you like them and avoid unemployment."

Practice Hand

Traditional Artistic Lion Dancing Robot

Happy Birthday, Hayley Mills!

I noticed that several of my favorite blogs were posting minimal content this week because the owners or participants were feeling under the weather.

I see that I was not alone. I actually had an entire week of Hayley Mills posts all lined up that would lead up into today and her big birthday bash. It was going to be a great week of stories, videos, pictures, appreciation and worship of the all-awesome actress Hayley Mills. But it was not to be. A flare-up of problems in my back rendered me unable to do much more than stand or lay down. Sitting for more than a few minutes at a time was out of the question as it caused excruciating pain throughout my lower back and legs. A peaceful night of sleep was an impossible dream. I was able to work, but barely, only because I stand and walk all day. The drive in and back home was a nightmare. Every minute seated in the car was worse than the one before and I was quick to scream at other drivers for going slower than the speed limit. The pain was so bad the the other day while driving that I actually dialed the phone number from off the back of a tree service truck and started shrieking at the receptionist, demanding she call her vehicle and have them drive 65 instead of 40 miles per hour so I can spend less time in the car. Oh yeah, it hurt that bad.

So in spite of the great health plan offered by the Hayley Mills Celebratory Complex and Learning Hospital I just wasn't able to sit in a chair long enough to update the site. But thanks to many unique and powerful pills I am steadily improving and should be puttering around the Hayleydome as before with no pain pretty soon.

It is in times of adversity that you learn who your friends really are. Not being one to cry and whine about things, people did notice that I was not doing so well and were pretty supportive.

This is how one of the conversations with a co-worker went:

C0-Worker: You really look like you are in pain. Anything I can do to help?

Me: Thanks, but no. Wait. Yes. Pick up that scrap of paper on the floor.

Co-Worker: Okey-doke! Are you taking anything for it? Like medicine? What are those good painkillers? Vistin? Viox? Let me think...

Me: You mean...Vatican?

Co-Worker: Yeah! That's it! Vatican. Vatican works real good if your back hurts."

Me: The Vatican is where the Pope lives, you bonehead. You mean Vicodin.

Co-Worker: Well, you don't have to be so mean.

Me: You don't have to be so stupid.

Agony makes me grouchy. The un-supportive a-holeoids I'm going to remember and will have sweet, sweet revenge on them a bit later.

But Hayley is not about Hate, so as the pills kick in the anger fades and I remember what it was that brought us all here today:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAYLEY!

CYCLE NURSES, GO!

New original art

Two new sketches from animator Arland Barron. Snagged them when he visited my work place the other day.

Guns and vagina, is there any problem they can't solve?

Lock and load for a larger caliber!

Fritzi Ritz #28 (May-June 1953)

Tiger-Bustin' Heroes

Cowboy Sahib!

Mickey Mouse!

John Carroll!

Andy Panda!

Tiger Girl!



Malikar and Vekyra astride the Golden Tiger!

Suspension

Here for your enjoyment is the little seen original opening sequence for the 1979 cinema release of what would be the Buck Rogers in the 25th Century television show. The title sequence is sexy and erotic even if the appropriately ethereal theme song doesn't quite mesh with the imagery as it seems more like an child's innocent lullaby than an ode to 500 years of continuous sex dreams.

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Man, I hated that show.

Show some pride, girl!

This is no way to handle a break-up! These gals are just embarrassing themselves.

Pathetic!

Let me show you how a man does it!

That's right! It is all about the sweet, sweet revenge!

His ring on my finger!

I could swear I recognize several of these panels from classic movie stills and ad copy of the 1950s.

This cautionary tale from Secret Story Romances #17 (November 1955) doesn't take the usual approach of educating children about the threat of the Red Menace like most Atlas (nee Marvel) comic books of the time did. This title was aimed strictly at young women and the lead story undoubtedly sent pre-teens worried about their future running to Mother and Betty Crocker. After all, it is useless to prepare young men to resist and fight the threat of Stalin and fluoridated water if the women won't be at their beck and call once they come home from the front lines every day. In the 1950s only unattractive women or those that wore sensible shoes were in the workforce. Any woman getting a paycheck instead of a fresh mop head in those days may as well had the words "UNSUITABLE TO BREED" tattooed on her face.

In reality, I don't know how many marriages were actually ruined in real life because the hot, sexy, young blond wife couldn't cook or iron a shirt but what do I know? I'm from a later generation where women served as client-bait and stayed behind the reception desk only long enough to trick a wealthy customer into marriage.

Click the pictures to make a mountain out of a molehill.

Now get in the kitchen and make me a sammich!

Good night, funnyman

Charlton Heston Dead at 84.


Always remember...

The End?

Caution: Children at Play

These installations of silhouettes on the median fencing of a busy street in San Diego isn't an April Fool prank but it certainly gave me pause the other night. I was heading up the hill when a descending car coming down turned onto the street. The other car's headlights back lit the figures just as I passed by them. For a second I thought a group of kids was playing in the center of the street and I imagined that one kid was going to run in front of my car, thereby making me swerve in avoiding hurting one child instead cause me to run over the jaywalking pregnant woman and her toddler.


That these silhouettes are installed in this location makes a bit of sense as there are several schools nearby and there may be the intention to cause drivers to pay more attention to their vehicle operation when they are in the area. I do wonder however if the figures are serving instead to desensitize drivers, particularly ones that frequent the vicinity, to any actual pedestrians who may be walking in the street illegally.

Helvetica 2:14

Only the truly devout will receive their just reward of the IBM Selectric II.

From Comics on Parade #9 (December 1938).

This is an offical U. S. Treasury advertisement

Using shock for monetary gain or to sway public opinion is not a new concept, especially during a time of war. This tasteless ad for War Bonds appeared in the Fiction House pulp magazine Planet Stories #8 (Fall 1944). What is not clear is the identity or occupation of the victim in the ad. Is it a staged warning that Americans could be killed on U.S. soil or is it a photo of a deceased soldier on the battle field? It is open to interpretation, but it is pretty clear that the reader was supposed to assume the latter and that the figure in the field is a soldier who died because they did not support the war effort.

Mary Marvel: Ch-Ch-Changes

Quite a bit was said a few months ago about Mary Marvel, a symbol of purity in DC Comics, being "ruined" when she became the possessor (or was possessed by) the powers of Black Adam and Eclipso. Mary was no longer the avatar of all that was good and in fact all of the Marvels were dirtied up a bit for the contemporary comic book market. This is a sort of nonsense in my opinion and not all necessary as character development. I have always believed the squeaky-clean Marvels could show up in a Vertigo title with no problem or mis-characterization. They are the angelic force to balance against whatever evil nastiness was out there giving Swamp-Thing or Constantine a hard time.

So I waited a bit to see what reaction there would be to Mary re-gaining her goodness-based magic powers in Countdown. What I noticed was that there was very little mention of it aside from a few blog entries and forum posts glad that Mary had changed back to "normal".

But did she?

What people may not have noticed is that after throwing off the skin-tight latex she is not quite back to her old self. Readers may have missed, or just don't care because of the lukewarm reception Countdown seems to be getting, that Mary's symbol is no longer golden and is now a shade of gray. This is probably permanent as the symbol has now remained gray (or even black, depending on the artistic license) over several appearances. While Mary was appropriately thankful to once again have the blessing of the gods she hasn't really explored her newest self yet. Mary has now done too much, seen too much to be considered pure any longer. She is no longer of one side or the other and is instead a living Yin Yang symbol that is reflected in her costume. Plainly, the gray lightning bolt is her "Scarlet Letter" and serves as public notice and as a warning that Mary Marvel is no longer pure and perhaps is not to be trusted.

It is now up to the writers to make use of whatever new concept Mary is going to be a part of. The entire Marvel Family is going through some changes, some of which may allow them to support and sustain their own title. Hopefully, Mary will not be prone to "Hulking Out" in the future and forgetting herself and killing a few bad guys for a sense of hacked-out false drama. In the pantheon of DC heroes, especially in regards to the magical ones, I think that at least a few need to be the avatars of all that is good.

The real mistake was Linus reading them in the first place

Linus finds Lucy's collection of 1990s comic books, purchased en masse and saved by her parents to pay for her college education.

So much for that. She better marry into money.

See the original strip.

Nancy and Sluggo: The Final Chapter

While I can recognize the special and bizarre genius of Ernie Bushmiller I've never been able to take much of a liking to Nancy and her pals. So when I came across this horrifying house ad for Comics on Parade #69 I knew I had to share it. Any strip that depicts those miserable little urchins getting gacked is okay with me.
Sparkler #91 (Jan-Feb 1950).

Democratic Processes

4 Color Comics #18 (1942).

Cool for Cats

Click for 80s music video!