Art by Charles Nicholas & Sal Trapani from the story “Good Ole Joe” in FIRST KISS #1, 1957.
Transcript:
CAPTION: In the brutal, ancient past before web comics existed…
PANEL 1, SCENE: Young woman and man embrace in the background, looking towards an older woman in the foreground.
MAN: We’re getting married! In fact…You’re practically a grandma!
PANEL 2:
OLDER WOMAN: Dream on! You can’t support a family! You spend all your money on comic books!
MAN: T-t-then I’ll give up comics! I’ll go cold turkey!
CAPTION: “To take my mind off my comic book cravings, I took up less expensive, less dangerous hobbies: Smoking, drinking, skydiving without a parachute! But nothing worked until…”
CAPTION: “I had a brilliant idea!”
PANEL 3, SCENE: Man stubbing out cigarette in an ash tray.
MAN: I can still buy comics…if I sell one of my kidneys! But…what’ll I do next month?
CAPTION: Next: The Secret Origin of The Bionic Comic Fan
1957 Art: Charles Nicholas & Sal Trapani Color: Allen Freeman
1.6.4.1-3
PANEL 1, SCENE: Young woman and man embrace in the background, looking towards an older woman in the foreground.
MAN: We're getting married! In fact...You're practically a grandma!
PANEL 2:
OLDER WOMAN: Dream on! You can’t support a family! You spend all your money on comic books!
MAN: T-t-then I'll give up comics! I'll go cold turkey!
CAPTION: “To take my mind off my comic book cravings, I took up less expensive, less dangerous hobbies: Smoking, drinking, skydiving without a parachute! But nothing worked until...”
CAPTION: “I had a brilliant idea!"
PANEL 3, SCENE: Man stubbing out cigarette in an ash tray.
MAN: I can still buy comics...if I sell one of my kidneys! But...what'll I do next month?
CAPTION: Next: The Secret Origin of The Bionic Comic Fan
1957 Art: Charles Nicholas & Sal Trapani Color: Allen Freeman
1.6.4.1-3
Dave, I wasn’t familiar with these lyrics before. But I love ’em. With further apologies to Thorogood and the Destroyers, here are the rest of the lyrics:
Get a real job, why don’t you get a real job
Get a real job, why don’t you get a real job
I hit the big time with my rock ‘n’ roll band
The future’s brighter now than I’d ever planned
I’m ten times richer than my big brother Bob
But he, he’s got a haircut he’s got a real job
Get a haircut and get a real job
Clean your act up and don’t be a slob
Get it together like your big brother Bob
Why don’t you get a haircut and get a real job
Get a real job, why don’t you get a real job
Get a real job, why don’t you get a real job
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Adz1aWRsDw8
Dave, I wasn’t familiar with these lyrics before. But I love ’em. With further apologies to Thorogood and the Destroyers, here are the rest of the lyrics:
Get a real job, why don’t you get a real job
Get a real job, why don’t you get a real job
I hit the big time with my rock ‘n’ roll band
The future’s brighter now than I’d ever planned
I’m ten times richer than my big brother Bob
But he, he’s got a haircut he’s got a real job
Get a haircut and get a real job
Clean your act up and don’t be a slob
Get it together like your big brother Bob
Why don’t you get a haircut and get a real job
Get a real job, why don’t you get a real job
Get a real job, why don’t you get a real job
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Adz1aWRsDw8