And the winner for Creepiest or Most Disturbing Art on a Comic Book Cover Ever goes to…

“YOUNG LOVE #74 from way back in June 1969!”

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“With us today is artist Nick Cardy, who drew what is overwhelmingly the most awkward cover scene ever to grace a comic book! It’s a real work of art, folks! The nubile, emotionally distraught daughter with her breasts in her Father’s lap, the pensive, thousand-yard stare of the father into the distance, legs crossed, arms frozen as if he was too embarrassed to move for fear of the discovery of a terrible, embarrassing secret. A true classic and I’m squirming just looking at it. How ever did you do it, Nick?”

“It wasn’t easy. Presenting raw sexual imagery as something innocent and pure is a heck of a balancing act. Like most of my fellow artists in the biz we had a lot of experience sneaking questionable content past the CCA censors but the editor kept rejecting the preliminary sketches I sent him. He’d say: ‘Too innocent! Not sexy enough! Too sexy, want to get me fired? Not enough innuendo! Too MUCH innuendo!’ The cost of mailing all the artwork was nearly my ruin. We didn’t have the internet back then. Human messengers actually risked life and limb running through busy New York streets to deliver the artwork on time! Some died, even, I’m told.”

“But it was totally worth it! You had some stiff competition considering you were up against every comic published in the 1990s. All that hard work really paid off!”

“Yeah, I finally nailed the cover but I had to think about baseball a lot.”

“Nick Cardy, folks!”

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What a girl wants

Okay, so you got that job and have made sure you can keep it. So what is the next step? Why, ditching the rat race and catching a man as soon as possible, of course! Why work like a dog when you can take the easy route and stay home, take care of a husband, keep house and cook?

In the 1950s women secured employment for one of two reasons: They were unattractive or were pretty and on the prowl for husbands. In this tale torn from real life, secretarial pool-member Kathy shows the office skanks that predatory slutting around is not the only way to trap a man into giving up his freedom. This story is unusual because it was not the norm for a woman in 1952 not to use her body to get a ring on her finger (or at least a paid apartment in town and a generous monthly stipend). By relying on her wits and intelligence to find a good husband Kathy defeated her office rivals and secured a productive mate. True, you have to grant the story-teller a huge amount of willing suspension of disbelief at that unrealistic plot but it is still a good story.


While Kathy’s story had a happy ending she took a huge risk by relying on her competence and personality to get the attention of her intended target. Most women are not so fortunate, but Kathy rolled the dice and won. If Howard somehow stopped being distracted by her physical charms he would have been repulsed by Kathy’s brain power. Kathy would then have died alone and childless and been ostracized forever by all the other office hens until she lost her job for not “playing ball”.

From Love Romances #82 (July 1952).

The Movement…Or My Heart!

Whoa! The way Brandy acts you’d think that insignia on her hat stood for a completely different word! Perhaps she is required to wear a “scarlet letter” as punishment for being a feminist.

“The Movement…Or My Heart!” was originally published in Our Love Story #18 (August 1972) and reprinted two years later in My Love #31 (November 1974). This is another romance comic book issue where the original cover had superior production value to the reprint, where the staff seems to have saved a few dollars on the coloring job.

Brandy is a hostile, progressive feminist who wears pant-suits and disdains mini-skirts and other sexy clothing. Her work for the cause of equality for women consumes her to the detriment of all else in her life. That is, until she meets a sexy Congressman and falls in love! In no time at all Brandy begins to doubt her devotion to the cause of Women’s Rights and her commitment to anything but keeping a house clean for her man.

Must Brandy choose between living as a domesticated hearth-slave or liberated woman? Can she have the best of both worlds? Read and find out!

Whew! Good thing for all men everywhere that Brandy was co-opted by sexual politics and sold out for a 3-bedroom townhouse! Just goes to show that all them uppity chicks need is a bit o’ lovin’ to calm them down and get them back to cookin’ sammiches!