The ubiquitous cover girl of the Golden Age of comics!
Uh oh! That grave looks like it’s gonna be getting real crowded. (Is the Blonde in a Red Dress the “Fran Smith” on the tombstone, or the “?”)
The Blonde in Red really should have learned by now to stay away from graveyards.
I’m less concerned about the graveyard ghouls than I am about that face the Blonde in Red is making. Someone call a doctor, I think she may be having conniptions!
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.
Our heroine really needs to stop walking through graveyards. Nothing good ever seems to come from it.
And hey! “Janet Lee”? At last, we know the real name of our mysterious Blonde in a Red Dress! Too bad she’s fated for an untimely end. Whatever will we do for tomorrow’s cover?
The new golden-haired cover girl could strike a pose just as well as her predecessor, and she quickly proved herself adept at facing down the various monsters that came with the job.
Sadly, the same couldn’t be said of her boyfriend.