Well, Dear Ones, it appears that I was the true Rod Ranger yesterday for my mischaracterization of the Police Chief of Scotland Yard. Yes, I could have just deleted it, but if you're going to be a snark artist, you should be willing to take the hit when you make a silly mistake yourself. So, now that we are all clear: Scotland Yard is not in Scotland. My sincere apologies. And yes, I went to public schools so you should take that into account.
And now, a look at some old-time manners from the Golden Age, courtesy of All-Star Comics #3:
I'm certainly no surgeon, but I think most doctors would agree that arbitrarily knocking an entire room full of people unconscious with sleeping gas is, at best, a sconce irresponsible. People don't always wake up from that sort of thing.
And what am I going to contribute for my share of the dinner? Geez, Flash, are you footing the bill for catering or something? Did they pass the hat around before Johnny Thunder showed up? Remind me never to accept a dinner invitation to Jay Garrick's house. Petty little bastard.
And just who might you be?
I think I just said I was Oom, the Mighty.
Oh.... that's right. So you did. Well, I'm still way smarter than you.
Get yer newspaper here! Bag of human flesh found with bones inside it!
Give me one of those!
Which one? A newspaper, or a bag of human flesh with bones inside it?
Sorry. Couldn't resist.
The Sandman has a manic episode. Someone get that man some Thorazine!