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from Spyman #1 (September 1966) by Jim Steranko and George Tuska
1. Okay, that better be non
-alcoholic cloud beer.
2. And if it isn’t…surely Wendy wouldn’t be drinking and broom-flying, setting a horrible example for young witches everywhere.
3. Why is Casper drinking? What good that does him, unless he likes having a bunch of brownish liquid visibly sloshing around inside him given the previously established semipermeability of ghost skins in the Harveyverse.
4. Hold on, maybe that’s just brown water coming from dirty clouds. Ew.
5. What’s holding that spigot in place? And don’t tell me “magic” — I demand scientific rationality from my comics starring a dead boy and the youngest member of the coven.
Meanwhile, Richie Rich is basically just daring the poor of Richville to rise up:
“Richie, please, can I have just a dollar? I’m so hungry.”
“Ha ha, oh Freckles, you’re so funny. But seriously, all this money…! What to do, what to do.”
cover from Wendy the Good Little Witch #38 (October 1966); panel excerpted from a 1970s Harvey house ad
In other news, Veronica has got herself some of that Spider-Man eyeliner:
“Here, try some of our other ‘eye fantasy’ styles, most of which will probably not result in any sort of permanent blindness. We recommend Style 4 in the bottom right corner, ‘Scrambled Eggs and Painted Fingernails.'”
Everyone say hello to Alphonse:
images from Hot Stuff The Little Devil #118 (September 1973) and Laugh #208 (June 1968)
So I already posted this on the Twitterers with the caption “HARVEY COMICS BODY HORROR” because c’mon, this is just a little terrifying:
…even though once again one of Harvey’s ghost spirits reveals its intermittent intangibility. It looks like Spooky lacks Casper’s fine control
over his phantasmal form.
Also interesting, I think, is this:
I don’t think I’d ever seen the Comics Code stamp covered up like that before. Sure, I’ve seen it altered
, but obscured almost entirely while still nominally on the cover? That’s new on me. I mean, sure, it’s plainly obvious that this comic featuring the post-life torture of a ruffian haint is perfectly acceptable entertainment for all ages, Code or no Code, but I would hazard a guess that a letter would have made its way from the CCA offices to Harvey if this happened one too many times.
Now, had you come up to me in recent years, right there at the comic book shop, dollar bills in hand, and demanded that you be allowed, this very instant, to buy all of our copies of the comic based on 1992’s greatest movie starring a giant Saint Bernard named after a legendary composer and co-starring Charles “King Kong (1976)” Grodin, I could very well have said “I’m sorry to disappoint you sir and / or ma’am, but there ain’t no such animal,” — and I would have been totally wrong, because BEHOLD:
There I was, digging through one of about ten thousand boxes of funnybooks dumped on us from another comic shop that had downsized its stock, thus upsizing our own, when this comic appeared. I really, truly had forgotten this had ever existed. I mean, I remember other Harvey Comics licensed properties from around this time. Beetlejuice
, Back to the Future
, even The Incredible Crash Dummies
. But Beethoven
? Whatever brain cells I had devoted to remembering that comic had been published have since been overwritten by, well, more important information
, I guess.
This particular issue, dated May 1994, features two stories by Angelo DeCesare and Howard Bender in which our titular hero finds himself in a series of giant dog-related shenanigans, such as getting embroiled in a museum mystery:
Okay, there’s no actual “mystery” as such evident in that panel, but trust me, that image is fraught with foreboding for the terrifying and suspenseful twists and turns that are about infringe upon Beethoven’s idyllic doggie world.
But here, please enjoy Beethoven’s amazing doggie-mugging for the camera from that story, as he contemplates infringing the intellectual property of McGruff the Crime Dog:
Anyway, there were three issues total of this series, at least as far as I can tell. But perhaps it’s still being published today, disseminated via some shadowy network of comics distribution that’s even more
shadowy than the one that already exists, passing along copies of Beethoven
out of my sight, hidden from my knowledge.
Also, I have a hard time believing the scripts for the Beethoven movies were anywhere close to being this sophisticated:
…you’re gonna turn up your nose at this outfit:
…when you normally dress like this:
…you drive one of these:
…you talked your butler into joining you on this:
…and, as noted before
, you own one of these horrible things:
You sure draw the line at the oddest places, Richie Rich.
Also, you say stuff like this. I mean, what the hell.
(Some images “borrowed” from the Grand Comics Database.)
Some found art from the back cover of the Harvey Comics AstroComics 1973 airline giveaway:
“Little Dot” looks terrifying
, frankly. It’s those soulless coal-lump eyes, I think.
from Little Lotta #115 (May 1975)
image from Hot Stuff #98 (July 1970) – yeah, okay, I might have the genders reversed
So I don’t know which is more disturbing:
That 1) there was a comic book series devoted to the love life of Richie Rich…
…or 2) that Richie Rich is totally ripped:
I’m half-surprised Harvey didn’t put out a title called Richie Rich and His Manly Torso
, so long as they were putting out six dozen other
Richie Rich series.
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