I swear to Christian Bale's Batman Voice, this was an accident. While I was doing research for my last post on Golden Age panel layouts, I (truly) accidentally stumbled across this story and I got entangled in it like Tommy Troy in John Raymond.
|Come to think of it, that's a story I wouldn't mind reading. Writing, even.|
Anyway, the story's not about either Tommy or John. It's about the web of the
|Be afraid. Be very afraid.|
|"Why didn't it go 'THERE IS AN URGENT CALL ON THE PHONE'?" thought Steve.|
That's what my phone always says. Must be a cheaper model."
"I'LL SAY ANYTHING YOU WANT ME TO"
FROM SCHAPER TOYS;
COOTIE ALWAYS LEAVES YOU LAUGHING,
AH HA HA, HAH HAH HAH.
(a) see an Expert in the Relevant Object Type;(b) go to The Library; or(c) happen upon a Useful Female Informant.
|No joke here. Just a pause to appreciate how freaking gorgeous Golden Age art could be.|
It may have lacked in detailed precision, but its sense of composition was wondrous.
|"So, you witnessed the accident, Mr. Foreground?"|
"Well, officer... technically, I was only there to provide depth of field."
"Same with me, officer." "Thank you, Mr. Background."
"OF COURSE I DO BECAUSE YOU'RE SPEED SAUNDERS;
I'M THE JACK OF CLUBS!"
|Speed Saunders stories produce panels like this; powerful little espressos of absurdity that are condensed versions of the larger insanity of the Saundersverse that permits them to occur. They are called "Speedspressos".|
|The house is strangely deserted?|
What about her HAT?!
|"Are you alright, dear?"|
"Yes, but how did you get Speed Saunders, whom I recognize, here so quickly, and why are you dressed like the Jack of Clubs?"