Aren't these covers a scream? Ah, the good old days of garish excess. These made me smile, so I thought I'd share them. I remember many, MANY years ago, when dinosaurs roamed the earth and I was a young teen, I developed a temporary liking for crime comics (my brother was reading them - that's my excuse and I'm sticking with it), ripe with damsels in distress and warped criminality. The phase lasted about a year and then I switched over to romance.
I don't know which phase dismayed my mother more.