More Harvey Horrors from Bob Powell for you today, this time from the October 1952 issue of Black Cat Mystery #40. Also, today marks the start of Valentine’s Week, which means everyday until February 14th I’ll be posting tales featuring a cute, loving couple caught up in a shitstorm of supernatural shenanigans… starting with dumbells Dale and Mat Garland, you two were doomed from the second you thought that it was a good idea to “get away for some rest at the old ancestral castle in Scotland.”
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This blog has come full circle with this story. We shall now seperate the gentlemen from the cynics, the boys from the men: Who was thinking PMS at the line about her attitude becoming increasingly "acrimonious and uncivil" for no reason ?. C'mon....
I can't decide if he really, really loved her to put up with that crap or was just stupid. Either way, I hope the servant girl came out of it all right.
I always think it's shocking to discover, by the last page, that the two lonely facts we've been given over the course of the story have had something to do with each other all along.
"Hmm. Now, where have I heard the word 'bell' recently?"
But mostly I am in love with the little story presented alongside today's healthy cigarette ad. I love the idea that young girls were able to select the fittest from nature in such clever ways.
"Why, I think I'm leaving with that sharp dresser who uses the latest contraption advertised in all the comics."
I think the modern equivalent would be picking up a chick from someone else's table wearing only a pair of BluBlockers.
Horror Pariah: As long as you are separating, count me among the men. Also, I'd like to be counted among the people who do not further demonize the biological processes of women.
Ooh. And I was totally scandalized by the sex scene at the bottom of page five. Well, scandalized in the good way.
Not my favorite comic, but the discovery of the undead corpse was quite effective!
Have to say I'm not a fan of the comicbook habit of using exclamation marks for periods! It gets a bit wearing!
Mat really loved her, that stupid is not even a comic hero :-)
But the corpse on the bell was quite shocking. Does nobody ever cleans these towers?
This had a lot a kinky stuff. manacled woman, woman with whips, whipped servants, a lot of cleavage. Splendid kiddie fare *g
GREAT POWELL DOUBLE HEADER, AND AS EVERYONE SO FAR HAS MENTION VERY KINKY STUFF. I THINK YOU ACTUALLY STARTED THE VALENTINES THEME YESTERDAY THOUGH!
ANYONE SEE ANYTHING PHALLIC IN THE 4TH PANEL ON THE LAST PAGE? JUST LOOK AT IT BEFORE ENLARGING THE SCAN............
Bottom of Page Three
"I... must... kill... Mat!"
"Yes darling, I know. Wait here a moment while I go up these stairs." You'd think a psychiatrist would have been mentioned at least once in this story.
"I..must..kill.." Sounds like an outtake from the Naked Gun movie.
I can never get enough Bob Powell, and his artwork in yesterday's story with the TV channels changing was top of the line.
I feel a bit ashamed that I got slightly aroused with the maid being whipped in this story. It's a good way to start a Monday, though. Thanks Karswell.
married six months, eh? maybe if they'd consummated the marriage, she wouldn't have felt the need to kill!
"must...kill...you...NOW..."
"not now dear, i have a headache!"
Yes! My vote is for MORE Powell! Lots more. And thanks for the two stories you have given us. The first few pages of yesterday's story were great. Domestic 50's bliss at its best. Not something your average comics artist could pull off -- or make interesting looking.
Eh, I had one girlfriend who blamed “PMS” for her every failing, no matter where she actually was in her cycle. Meanwhile, I have a later dear friend who actually suffers from PMS; but she recognizes it for what it is when it hits, and does a fair job of compensating for it.
And, so far, she's not given evidence of being seized by a desire to kill me.
Okay, more Powell on Tues then... thanks for the comments today, and see ya'll in the mourn.
PS: Bring a life jacket and maybe some Dramaine, it's gonna be rough sailing.
You know, oddly enough, that (the combination cigarette case and lighter)was how I met my first husband. Then I went crazy and lashed him to a bell . . .
I mean, come on, a cigarette case and lighter can only make you so much of a real man . .
Right?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love Bob Powell. What style. Thanks for the twofer.
>Thanks for the twofer.
It's a twofer that suddenly becomes a threefer. Check today's post too for more Bobby P!
"...with dumbells Dale and Mat Garland..."
Lol!
A favorite of mine, though I like "dingbat" better [if they're not being used against me of course].
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