The ubiquitous cover girl of the Golden Age of comics!
The Blonde in Red spends the day at the fair relaxing out of her typical solid red uniform, and trying out an eye-searing mashup of checkerboard polkadots instead. (No wonder the poor kid holding the prize ribbon is so confused; he’s probably been half-blinded by the fashion mashup.)
The Blonde in Red usually isn’t this ditzy. Maybe she’s just a bit loopy from the dry cleaning chemical fumes?
Covers like this were “clickbait” before clickbait was a thing.
Especially ones dressed in red. Readers of this website should be well aware of this fact by now.
Why no, this isn’t an exaggeratedly fake cowboy ranch designed solely as a tourist trap for naive city slickers, why do you ask?
She probably does this sort of thing at Baskin-Robbins too.
Spring! That time of year when a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of… upholstery repair.
The Blonde in Red cut short her camping vacation, because she somehow ended stuck up a paddle without a creek.
Yikes! Did someone declare “What The?! Wednesday” as a national holiday or something? O_o
Shrunk to the size of children’s toys, tied to railroad tracks, and menaced by a snaggle-toothed green bug? Whatever was in that needle from yesterday’s cover, it was potent stuff!