by Juan Valesquez
Are you excited for the World Series!? Here’s a few images to get you in the mood for baseball!
Ford’s Effort For Naught by Graig Kreindler
The Heart Makes History by Graig Kreindler
Gehrig’s Farewell by Graig Kreindler
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by Chester Bloom
by B.N. Clark
We now return to our regular programming:
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Be careful who you pick up!
By Jack Davis
Halloween is right around the corner! Are you ready? I’m disappointed because my neighborhood really hasn’t decorated much for Halloween this year. It’s supposed to rain for the next three days so my neighbors better hurry up and put up some ghosts and some pumpkins and get in the holiday spirit!
Do you need help getting in the holiday spirit? Here’s some help from the pulps!
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By Earle Bergey
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by Doris Stanley
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By Frank Frazaetta
by Rudolph Zirn
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by Rafael De Soto
by Robert Stanley
by Rudolph Belarski
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“Come on in.”
These two dolls are named Jake and Max. My mom found them for sell at a garage sale, back when I was very little. Jake had shoes. Max did not.
My mom paid a little over ten dollars for both of them. After she left them to me, I discovered they are both worth much more. I don’t think I could ever sell them, though. They were mom’s favorite dolls and I’ll always give them a home.
A friend of mine once looked at Jake and said, “Burn it! Burn it with fire!” How could anyone find Jake or Max to be creepy?
They’re as innocent as can be.
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It looks like someone decided to drop in.
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This cozy cover is from 1939.
by Gene Colan
This swooning cover is from 1979.
by John Drew
This horrifying cover is from 1938.
by Erin Nicole
Don’t worry about these dolls. They are totally at home. You should see the other walls and shelves.
They live in a little building in the back yard, just a small percentage of mom’s doll collection. Some of our friends refuse to go in the doll house. They say that can’t handle being alone with the dolls for too long. The dolls wouldn’t hurt a soul.
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