Art by Dick Giordano with possible assist by Vince Colletta. from the story “Letter from Long Ago” in FIRST KISS #6, 1958.
Transcript:
CAPTION: My love life stunk Like a dead skunk on
a hot tin roof! But then I discovered a new brand of perfume…
CAPTION 2: Essence of Old Comic Books!
CAPTION 3: And suddenly…there was romance in the air!
MAN (to woman): Gosh! Every time we kiss i think of a scintillating, superhero slugfest from the sizzling sixties!
WOMAN: I never dreamed smelling like moldy paper could be so…exciting!
CAPTION 4: Essence of Old Comic BooksTM — now availabe with extra mildew!
Art by Dick Giordano with possible assist by Vince Colletta. from the story “Letter from Long Ago” in FIRST KISS #6, 1958.
Art Code 6.1.7.2
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CAPTION: My love life stunk Like a dead skunk on
a hot tin roof! But then I discovered a new brand of perfume...
CAPTION 2: Essence of Old Comic Books!
CAPTION 3: And suddenly...there was romance in the air!
MAN (to woman): Gosh! Every time we kiss i think of a scintillating, superhero slugfest from the sizzling sixties!
WOMAN: I never dreamed smelling like moldy paper could be so...exciting!
CAPTION 4: Essence of Old Comic BooksTM -- now availabe with extra mildew!
Art by Dick Giordano with possible assist by Vince Colletta. from the story "Letter from Long Ago" in FIRST KISS #6, 1958.
Art Code 6.1.7.2
a hot tin roof! But then I discovered a new brand of perfume...
CAPTION 2: Essence of Old Comic Books!
CAPTION 3: And suddenly...there was romance in the air!
MAN (to woman): Gosh! Every time we kiss i think of a scintillating, superhero slugfest from the sizzling sixties!
WOMAN: I never dreamed smelling like moldy paper could be so...exciting!
CAPTION 4: Essence of Old Comic BooksTM -- now availabe with extra mildew!
Art by Dick Giordano with possible assist by Vince Colletta. from the story "Letter from Long Ago" in FIRST KISS #6, 1958.
Art Code 6.1.7.2
“But I couldn’t be sure that you knew I knew you knew I knew. What if you only suspected that I knew you knew that I knew you knew? Oh! The thought of that kept me awake at night! ‘What if he’s only pretending to know that he knows I know he knows about what I know?!?’ I can’t tell you what kind of torture it was!”
“Well. I think I can guess what kind of torture it was. It would be like if you were uncertain that I knew that you knew, but had to carry on in case I really did know that you knew I knew you knew! Living in that kind of uncertainty must have been sheer hell!”
“Oh it was! It was! I knew you’d understand!”
“Well, at least one of us does!”
I could not have said it better myself.
Jam, that was brilliant. Of course, I knew you’d say that. Or, at least, I thought I knew. 🙂