(From "Master Comics" number 56, 1944.)
The Nerdmudgeon Podcast
Three middle-aged nerds (including yours truly!) review all of the MCU movies in chronological order. Short, funny, and full of good vibes, check it out and let us know what you think!
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It’s amazing how some writers/letterists can mess up something as simple as a stutter (not even touching on what this fear of girls implies). Seriously, “G-G-G-IRL”? That last hyphen is entirely superfluous.
It’s the small details that make such a big difference (especially for pedants).
The scared look on his face tells a story, ” I’m indifferent to women and their rights, what the hell is suffrage, a German cabbage dish?”
… or that her son is named Norman.
I’m curious as to why they’re in a d-d-d-dinghy in the first place (and why in such a small space the revelation of feminine gender would cause such consternation for Sam Spade).
If I am remembering correctly, they were on an ocean liner that got sunk by an Axis sub, and they spent all night in the dinghy with the woman covered up in a big cowl. Because hey, if you’re in a shipwreck situation, the first thing you reach for is a cowl, right? Anyway, neither of them speak the whole night and next dawn, despite being the only inhabitants of this itty bitty boat and having just survived a horrific ordeal. So then you get this panel, where she reveals herself as — GASP! — a G-G-G-Girl!
For a guy with radar eyes, Radar’s not the most observant chap in the fleet.
The horror! Imagine being trapped on a raft in the middle of an ocean for who knows how long with nothing but a girl to keep you company.
I bet up until the revealation of the other survivor’s sex, the man was pondering if the tales of men being at sea for too long were true. “Holy Halibut! A g-g-g-irl!” (Damn dame. Now I’ll never know first hand.)