The ubiquitous cover girl of the Golden Age of comics!
The Blonde in Red knows it’s a bad date when she feels relief at an attack by the vengeful undead because it means the masher will finally stop trying to steal a kiss.
Considering how often this seems to happen, the Blonde in a Red Dress really should know better than to hang around in graveyards at Halloween.
If the dead do start talking, I hope they’ll at least try to help explain exactly what the heck is going on in this cover.
The Blonde in Red begins to suspect that the invitation for “a free fireworks show” down at the ghoul-infested graveyard might have been a mistake.
The Redhead in Yellow is having second thoughts about her career path.
If by “quiet” you really mean “loud as a subway train”.
The Blonde in a Red Dress: prolific cover girl star of humor comics, horror comics, and sometimes, both at once! Yikes!
Does Scotland Yard really have jurisdiction over Egyptian death gods?
Beauty may be only skin deep, but skeletons go straight down to the bone.
Is that a ghost of a skeleton, or a skelton of a ghost?