I know I'm way behind, but I finally got around to reading All-Star Batman and Robin. In a nutshell, it's tied for "worst Batman story ever" along with the "Death of the Family" crossover.
So, let's cleanse my palate with Master Comics #67:
Is this an authentic representation of armor? Because if so, I think it'd be easy to slip around behind the guy and sever his Achilles tendon. I mean, not to be too graphic or anything, but it looks like his weakness is all yellow and eye-catching and whatnot.
Anyway, like most comics, Master Comics struggled to find it's place in a post-WWII world:
But apparently, the folks at Master Comics weren't convinced we finished the job:
This is news to me. Any history buffs out there want to bring us up to speed?
Wow. Harsh. Someone tell me if this criticism is warranted. I suppose it could have been warranted at the time and then rendered moot by subsequent efforts, but I really don't know. Hey, I write a comic blog. You people are supposed to educate me.
Now here's something disturbing:
Where shall we begin? I find the image disturbing for a little girl to offer something called a Bit-o-Honey to a boy pretending to be an authority figure. And hey, kids! Send off for a free course in numerology! Learn all about the divine, mystical connotations of the number of letters in your name! Yay!
Check out another kid with a bike name:
Wow... Merilee is pretty hardcore about keeping bike owners separate from non-bike owners.
I mean, it works out for Betty, I suppose:
Yes, Betty, you have been tentatively admitted to a group of girls who had no interest in you until you had a new bike.
See you soon!