The ubiquitous cover girl of the Golden Age of comics!
Somehow yesterday’s naptime and ambulance ride ended up in the lair of weird ghoulish monsters, with a pit of green mystery liquid and a superhero in tiny pants.
(On the other hand, the Blonde in Red should probably be grateful for his presence, considering the other alternatives for help in this book would be “Slim Jim” or the “Twinkle Twins”.)
Yup, if I was having a week like this, I’d probably try to sleep through it too.
Champ Comics #22 by Harvey
Still unconscious from last week? Apparently recent events have been too exhausting for the Blonde in a Red Dress.
But, in a happy coincidence, at least a conscientious Super Spy is nearby to flag down a passing friendly ambulance for help.
Super Spy #2 by Centaur
At this point, the Blonde in Red should seriously consider having handles added to her dress, given how often she’s been carried like luggage.
Not sure if she’s still unconscious from yesterday’s cobra venom, or if she’s just taking a nap at the end of a long week.
It’s the third day in a row that the Blonde in a Red Dress has been handed off like a baton at a relay race for superheroes. Have her feet even touched the ground at all this week?
“Tearing Lila from the plane, Samson plunged his mighty fist into the heart of the motor.”
So, this time we learn that “Lila” is yet another of the many names of The Blonde in a Red Dress. Other than that — it’s just another day, with yet another near-death experience with aircraft.
There are probably safer ways to introduce someone to Gasoline Alley than crashing a flaming airplane into it. And while it’s gentlemanly of Smilin’ Jack to share, I suspect that the Blonde in a Red Dress would have preferred to have a parachute of her own.
(Note: Wasn’t 100% sure if this cover should count towards this site’s criteria, but our panel of judges decided that “strawberry blonde” was close enough.)
Luckily, our heroine’s long experience in fending off the unwanted advances of cads in various Romance Comics left her well prepared for grappling with an octopus.
Who cares if the flying superhero can escape the foreign spies — what about the Blonde In A Red Dress about to be dogpiled by them? And then attacked by a giant drill. That shoots aerosol gas weapons.
If only a giant flying eyeball were there to help, but no, he’s busy projecting the cover title logo! (I bet our heroine wishes she still had her ray gun handy.)
The Blonde In A Red Dress gets herself a ray gun just in time to help deal with some robots that wandered off the set of a Dr. Seuss book.