So I'm checking out Detective #444, which is the issue prior to my first Batman comic, ever. I'm not sure why my father picked it up, but I remember I was at the mobile home he used as an office (he owned a mobile home dealership at the time), and he brought it in. I presume it was to keep me out of his hair, and it worked. The only problem is, nearly 40 years later, is we can see that it worked too well.
Anyway, I was one issue past #444, so I missed out on the Kid Eternity reprint, which was probably just as well. I don't think I would have really understood the concept behind Kid Eternity at that age. Heck, I barely understand it now.
Someone desperately needs a biology class.
Hey, if you want sophisticated humor, I have no idea what you're doing here.
It's been awhile since we've seen the Elongated Man stretch a new part of his body. I don't think we've seen this one. No, it's not that, but his heel:
Again, what kind of muscle control do you have in your heels? I love Ralph, but shenanigans!
Hey! This is awesome!:
I want one of these. And I don't mean "I wish I'd had one as a kid." I mean, I want one of these, in my house, the minute I get home.
I tried to see if I could find a commercial, but all I found was this dog named Duke playing with his squeaky toy:
.... and frankly, I'm happy with that. See you Monday, hepcats!
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Back in the 1920s-40s, "dick" meant a law enforcement officer of some kind, including private detectives, police officers and detectives, or FBI or Treasury agents.
AAMOF, Dick Tracy's original title was Plainclothes Tracy, but Chester Gould changed it at the request of his boss, Chicago Tribune editor Joseph Patterson who liked the double-meaning of Detective Richard Tracy's nickname.
Usage of "dick" for private eyes continued into the 1970s. Just listen to the lyrics for the theme from Shaft!
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