As we've discussed before, Charles Biro was pretty didactic when it came to his Daredevil stories, to the point where he would shove your nose into a sermon before you even turned the first page:
Okay, I get it! I promise not to choose my friends carelessly in a moment of pouting bitterness! I swear! Can I just read the comic book? I'm trying to be a good person!
I love this exchange between Billy's dad and a judge:
I find it hilarious that a judge would assume you would beat your kids, but back in the day, that was probably a valid assumption. I would also add that if Billy's dad had raised a hand to him every so often, Billy might not have been such a jackass in this story. I don't think it was a question of Billy not needing a swat on the butt so much as his father wasn't man enough to do what needed doin', but I suppose that's their problem and not mine.
The second Daredevil story in this issue (Daredevil #46, if it matters) was all kinds of awesome.
First we have a guy who has figured out a way to embezzle funds from a charity drive:
It's not exactly the Brinks Job, but he was able to swipe every third envelope he processed until someone got the brilliant idea of actually keeping track of what came in.
So, knowing the jig is up, he wanders the streets and dreams of running off with his woman, which is what I should be doing but I gots bills ta pay, yes I do...
See? Look both ways before fleeing the scene of a crime, people. Let this be a lesson to all of us.
So, the guy is in critical condition and his woman has her priorities straight:
That's right, girls! Guys come and go, but the cash you swindle out of them under the guise of genuine affection is forever.
It gets better:
Say it with me:
The dude lost his friggin' hands! From getting hit by an ambulance! This may be the greatest thing I've ever read!
Oh, but it didn't end there. You see, the guy's sisters were honest and when they found his stash and heard about the missing funds, they did the right thing:
That's right: His sisters may still be poor, but at least they have four hands between them.
Speaking of awesome, check this out:
I'm not a doctor, but I think that lady laying in bed is setting herself up for some major carpal tunnel syndrome. I'm just saying.
How did those things work without batteries? Can anyone explain it without boring me silly?
See you tomorrow!