Not much of a splash panel but some enjoyable and occasionally Eisner-esque art on this fifties Fawcett horror tale. Once again, GCD refuses to even guess at the artist. Howard Nostrand, maybe? Quite frankly, it reminds me somewhat of later fan artist Landon Chesney but I know it isn't him. Perhaps it's whomever influenced him. You guys are good at this sort of thing. Anyone?
A gorgeous blonde in peril! A women with a whip! Headlights! A gorilla! As far as pre-code comics go, what's not to like here? Well..unless you were Dr. Wertham. Ogden Whitney is in fine form on the art.
Just how popular was Quality Comics' BLACKHAWK during the War Years? Popular enough that this fella, the Golden Eagle did pretty well in CONTACT COMICS by stealing his uniform (dyed), his emblem and his plane...everything but the rest of the Magnificent Seven! If you saw this in black and white, wouldn't you think it was Blackhawk? Good art from Rudy Palais.
Best known as the creator of comic book fashion plate Katy Keene, Bill Woggon shows his bigfoot comic chops here in this somewhat politically incorrect 1945 PEP tale of an obese woman's failed attempts at losing weight.
I believe I read where Roy Thomas helped credited writer Gary Friedrich with this fairly hilarious MAD-style superhero parody for Charlton inspired by a similar piece that ran in ALTER EGO. The art is by fan-favorite Richard "Grass" Green, inked by Charlton mainstay Frank McLaughlin.
As you may have heard, the great painter Jeffrey Catherine Jones died today. Known best perhaps for her fantasy paperback covers of the seventies as Jeff Jones, the artist's roots were in comics even though very few of them ever came from his (later her) drawing table. Here's one that did--a brief DC tale from 1971 scripted by Gerry Conway. R.I.P. Catherine.
There were a lot of talking ducks in the Golden Age of Comics...most of them variations on Disney's Donald. This one, however, DRAKESTAIL, (from LET'S PRETEND) is a nattily dressed wisequacker with pants and a hat. He fights oppression and then ends up living with a human female. That's right. Give him a cigar and he's a HOWARD THE DUCK prototype.
