A Surprise Saga of the Super-Sons!

Shades of Bob Haney!  We're ending a week with an unexpected story about the Super-Sons!

Wow, that's harsh.  And, I might add, terrible parenting.  You don't effectively cripple the kid just because he's a screw-up.  But Superman isn't really doing this for the greater good.  Nope.  This is what it's really all about:

Yup.  It's all about whose kid is the best.

Yeah, berate the kid.  That'll inspire him to greatness.

My dad used to harp on things ad nauseum like that.  He could chew you out for literally two hours without taking a break for hydration.  When it came to verbal abuse, the man was a marathoner.

Of, for the love of... Could Superman please put a super sock in it?

Normally, I'd get on Bats for being obnoxious, but Superham is being such a colossal ass towards his kid that I'd have a hard time not taking some digs at him as well.  Of course I wouldn't, knowing that it would have just been adding fuel to the fire and giving Supes more cause to rag on his kid, but it would be tempting.

Moving on, it's the first appearance of that costume of Saturn Girl's: 

It was drawn a bit more racy as time wore on, of course.  Interesting thing is that I tried to find out what happened to the designer of the outfit, and I hit a brick wall.   I was hoping I'd be able to ask him what his thoughts were, having come up with such a famous / infamous design.  Maybe someday.

But I'll tell you one thing: It looks terrible on a dude:

There, ladies.  Do you see why you don't see men in the same revealing fashions as women?  Because you end up with that.

Oh, K.Haven Metzger.... wherefore art thou?

See you Monday!