Original Vintage Art & Text
Art by Syd Shores from the story “The Fatal Note” in Nightmare #1, July 1952. Published by Ziff-Davis. The story begins on Page 22.
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Synopsis of “The Fatal Note” courtesy of the Grand Comics Database: Walt and Eve are shipwrecked in a storm. Walt holds onto a spar to keep afloat and Eve drowns, screaming for help, as Walt claims the spar cannot hold them both. Walt meets Morta, who tells Walt he will die in a year unless he tells someone how he let Eve drown. Walt is rescued and gradually falls in love with Eve’s best friend but is haunted by images of Eve’s face as she was drowning. He tells no one and a year to the date of her drowning, he flies to Paris and his flight goes down in the ocean, whereupon he jumps in to be with Eve.
WOMAN: I have two New Year’s resolutions! One is to lose half a pound! And the other is for you to propose! I wonder--which’ll happen first?
1952 Art: Syd Shores Re-Creation: Diego Jourdan Pereira
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Yeah lady, you losing half a pound will happen when hell freezes over… that’ll be about the same time I propose to you and by the way, just who the hell are you?
“That’s the truth darling?”
“Yes!..
…I’m really sweating because you’re so hot and not because your best friend is hiding naked inside the dirty clothes hamper.”
…I’m really into you…uh…Eve? No. Morta! No? Can you give me a hint? Sounds like…”
…There is nothing I would rather do than kiss you after you’ve eaten sardines and spray cheese on saltine crackers.”
…I absolutely have no idea where all your panties are disappearing to! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to mail a package to a prisoner who bought some things from me on Etsy.”
…That really is a roll of Mentos in my pocket and I am absolutely not at all glad to see you.”
…The Doctor insisted I have sex twice a day for the next ten years. I have recurring swelling in my glands you see.”
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Happy New Year. Hope 2024 is less painful than 2023. But since it’s an election year, I’m doubting it. But let’s all hope. God bless.
Jams – My election year 2024 thought:
John Connor : We’re not gonna make it, are we? People, I mean.
The Terminator : It’s in your nature to destroy yourselves.
John Connor : Yeah.
“…There is nothing I would rather do than kiss you after you’ve eaten sardines and spray cheese on saltine crackers.”
Hey Jams, you forgot the raw onions, because no sardine, spray cheese and or “cheeze product” on a saltine is complete without going the full double-down breath melting oral malodor (had to look that one up) horror show with raw onions
Wonderful artwork and wonderful comments. Thank you. Thanks also for the summary. What dreadful stories we read all those years ago. Just like the old days, and today for that matter. All the best for next year which will also be grim.
She can lose 175 pounds just by saying, “Get tf out of here and never come back.”
There’d be a line of men jumping up and down like Donkey shouting, “Pick me! Pick me!”
Well, since I won’t be around a computer until January, I just wanted to take this opportunity to wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
John, Jams, Rex, Dave and everyone else, thanks for letting me play along. It’s been fun.
See you all next year!
Enjoy your mental break from all things computer, and enjoy the New Year!
Here’s a proposal: why don’t you lose a whole pound?
Alternatively, we could go to that town. Yes, I mean Pound Town.