Glen - I don't remember who did it, but there was a short lived Vietnam comic where the Hero was a Green Beret searching for his brother. I specifically recall references to the B-52 Arclight missions. Not much more than that, tho.
My favorite comics were Turok, Son of Stone, about a couple of AmInds that were trapped in a prehistoric lost world with cave men and dinosaurs and megafauna all rolled into a great mess like A. Conan Doyles "Lost World". And Spiderman, but the early ones with Kraven the Hunter (J. Jonah Jamesons son was an astronaut in that one) and the Original Green Goblin. And CARtoons, CYCLEToons, and Vampirella, Creeie and Eerie (one of which featured a comic version of H.P. Lovecraft's "The Shadow over Innsmouth") Wow. ThanX for THAT memory.
I think I'm a little older than you, as I recall the mid to late 60s and really early 70s Comics. I remember when comics went for 10 cents to 12 to 15 and then jumped to 25 cents as I was headed off to college. Great article. Many ThanX!
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Turok, son of Stone, heh. I used to enjoy the hell out of those. And something called "Solar, Man of the Atom," I think. Lots of nutty professors and giant bugs and such.
Lovely post, Glen. It's funny, you mention Baby Huey at the top; well of all the old comics (though maybe I'm thinking more of the TV cartoon) that's the one that comes back to me most often in the current world political scene.
Huey = big, lovable, doesn't know his own strength, a bit dim. And he's beset by the sly fox who tricks him into thinking he's a friend, and after braining Baby Huey with shovels, etc., to no apparent effect, for half a day Huey finally wises up and says, "Say, you're da fox!"
Great post.
I had the good fortune to meet Will Eisner a month before he died. Old as he was, his creative capabilities were still all there, his mind sharp. He was working on what would be his final grpahic novel, The Protocols of the Elders of Zion, an expose showing the history of that notorious forgery.
The Spirit was Golden Age stuff at its finest. Thanks for remembering him.
Thanks for the time travel-we must be about the same age, because I remember many a grade-school recess when my buddies and I would become our comicbook heroes for 25 minutes. Sometimes we were Easy Co., sometimes the crew of The Haunted Tank (it was the ghost of Jeb Stuart the cavalryman, NOT R.E. Lee, as you posted- but if you're not a southerner, you're forgiven). Most often, we pretended to be "The Howlers", carrying sticks for tommyguns and throwing pine cone grenades at imaginary Ratzis. All that pretend combat must have gotten it out of our systems because none of us joined the service later. I gave my comic collection to a younger cousin when I went off to college. He got several grand for it during the collector's boom of the 80's- did I get a cut? NATCH!
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