The ubiquitous cover girl of the Golden Age of comics!
The angles were so odd in this action scene that the Red Dress itself got dizzy and wound up clinging to our heroine for support.
The Blonde in a Red Dress Bathrobe takes a brief nap while waiting for her next “Action Mystery Adventure”
The Blonde in a Red Dress is probably screaming more from that pun than from the crook with a gun.
The Blonde in a Red Dress proves her hardboiled credentials by facing down a menacing strangler with nothing more than a look of extreme annoyance at the body splayed on the floor behind her. Lazy slacker, leaving her to do all the work by herself!
The Blonde in a Red Dress seems so disappointed in the quality of her would-be rescuer that she’s avoiding eye contact. (Not sure if it’s because of something to do with the Boy Detective himself, or just that he’s a substantial step down from her usual larger-than-life super-hero guest stars.)
Sadly, I’m not culturally literate enough to properly make highbrow jokes about ballet, or classical violin, or… whatever the heck that checkerboard guy is supposed to represent.
In addition to her many other talents, the Blonde in Red also occasionally got to show off her mad sharp-shooting skillz.
Some people were just never meant to be roommates.
The Blonde in a Red Dress realizes that her mother was probably right to warn her against spending too much time hanging out with corpses of questionable reputation.
To keep her career from getting pigeonholed, the Blonde in Red would sometimes moonlight for pulps & paperbacks in-between her comic book gigs.