 Hi everyone. This is Chih-chou. Welcome to my channel and welcome to another comic book reading. Today, today, today is February 1st, 2021, and we're doing a live stream reading of headline comics number 27 from 1947. Okay. And we just write a poll. We had a choice between two comics, and this is the 1.1. And the next reading that we're going to do is going to be the 2nd comic that we had a choice to read, which is Superman's girlfriend, Lois Lane number 70 with the first Silver Age appearance of that woman. So that's going to be our next reading. But for now, we're going to read the FBI in Thrilling Action, headline comics. Okay. From November, December, right? Crime never pays. I don't know about that. I don't know about that. And this is a comic book that we picked up in a comic book haul like a few months ago. And this comic book, headline comics number 27 came with headline comics number 74. And we ended up paying $66 Canadian, about $52 US for it. And this comic book was graded at around 4.0. The seller was grading her about 4.0. And I think, I believe, we took a look at it, but we're going to take a look at it right now and decide if we agree with that grade or not, which I think we will. This seller we've bought before. Okay. And I'm going to take this off and I'm going to tell you who did the cover for this. So we don't get the glare from the Mylar on it. So we get a better look of the cover. And the cover for this was done by, the pencils is Jack Kirby. And the inks is by Joe Simon. And Jack Kirby and Joe Simon are the duo that brought us, well, Captain America, plus a ton of other characters. And Jack Kirby basically had a hand to playing, creating a huge percentage of the Marvel characters that we enjoy today, right? And the artwork inside is done by Bill Drott. Okay. And I believe he did the pencils. He might have done the inks as well. It was difficult to find out who everybody that worked in Golden Age of comics anyway, who everybody is that has worked on these comic books. But it's a beautiful cover indeed. Indeed. Right? Let's take a look. See if we can get a nice focus going on this. Very nice cover. And the main story of this is based on Benny and Stella Mae Dickinson. And they're sort of depression era outlaw and bank robbers, sort of like a Bonnie and Clyde deal, right? Stand back. What is she saying? What does she say? Is it really overcast here right now? So the lighting that we have is, hopefully, you'll stand back. You saw bones. I'm operating on this copper. Only he won't be alive after I give him the lead treatment. Sounds like she was a real mean bugger, eh? She was a mean, very mean. Beautiful cover though. Really. All true famous detective cases, right? All true based on what the FBI says, right? And his prize publications, which is a publishing company, which was really sought after, prize publications, right? Number 27. As far as the grade goes, indeed, I would definitely agree. I would even give this a little bit higher than a 4 personally. Just, there's no breaks on the spine, which is fantastic. The edges are not bad. Very good. There's no cuts on the cover anyway. Nice cover. Nice cover. There's a break here on the back, which is, okay, a little bit of little chunk missing here. A cut here, a little chunk there. 4? Sure. Let's give it a 4. 4, 4.5. 4 would be the lowest I would go on this. On a muscle, muscle ad, and we've seen a lot of these muscle ads. There's a little bit of bleaching here. I don't know what it is. Some kind of staining or something. Sure. A 4. Oh, there's a little chunk missing here. I didn't notice that. So there's a little chunk missing there. Sure. We'll give it a 4. Nice and tight. Oh, look at her. The Bobby Socks Bandit Queen. Stella May Dixon. Check that out. Let's take a look at the front cover ad first. Advice to comic readers for bad skin. So as you can tell by the way, gang, just from the advertisements, we know who the audience for some of these books were, right? So a lot of these crime and suspense stories and horror stories weren't really for geared towards little kids. Advice to comic readers for bad skin. Stop worrying how now about pimples, blackheads, and other extremely, extremely cost skin troubles. Just follow skin doctor simple direction. Now the skin doctor has some serious advice here, right? Now we're not going to read all that. That's pretty detailed, advisable skin care. And then at the last paragraph there, it has the just mail your name and address to Betty Memphis, care of New York's skin laboratory. Wow. Cool. And there's a whole bunch of stories here. I forget how many stories this thing had, but we're definitely going to read the first one. This is beautiful. Awesome. Let's read the fine print on it and we're not going to skip through it. We're just going to read the stories as they come up. Maybe we'll get a chance to read everything. And if we don't, we're definitely going to flip through the whole thing. Let's take a look at this. Let's read this. Headline comics is published by Monthly But American Boys Comics, Inc. A Buffalo, New York editorial and business office at 1790 Broadway, New York, 19, New York. Single copy, 10 cents yearly subscription, six issues, 60 cents in the U.S. Entered as that second class. Second class matter, November 25th, 1942, 1942 at the post office at Buffalo, Buffalo 3, New York under the act of March 3rd, 1879. Entire contents, something smeared. I'm assuming copyright. Copyrighted 1947. So 1947 it came out by American Boys Comics, Inc. So that's prize comment. Volume 3, number 3, November, December 1947. Trademark registered in USA smear. Something. Right? Cool. Let's take a look at this. And this artwork should be billed dropped. So our first story. Stella May Dixon, the Bobby Socks bandit queen. Let's see what she said. The first one who makes a move, while my husband rifles the vault, gets a bullet between the eyes. Get me? She says, she's tough, tough cookie. The amazing true story of a teenage girl who terrorized the nation until the FBI stepped in. Wow, she was a teenager. Nice cover or nice cover, nice panel. Not all notorious criminals are captured in sensational and dramatic fashion. Many front page arrests attract little attention, even when they occur in full view of the public. It was early evening in Kansas City. On April 7th, 1939, the object of Chuck's observant eye was a beautiful teenage girl who didn't seem at all different from any other of her Bobby Socks sisters. Bobby Socks sisters. Some matter, Chuck. Ain't you talking? Taking a check out tonight? Could be, Harry. Say, look over there, will ya? Read the evening polls for five cents. Chuck, eh? Let's check it out. Boy, what a number she is. You know, Harry, maybe I will be taking a check out tonight at that. But as the girl approached the street corner, two men emerged from a car parked near the curb to engage the girl in conversation. Looks like you're too late, Chuck. Well, how do you like that for a break? Like, serious. You can't. You can't work fast enough for good lookers, Chuck. There's always two other guys ahead of ya. This certainly proves you're right, Harry. She's getting in the car with them. Oh well. Golden age, eh? Zoom. The car drives off. There she goes. Gosh. If I'd only been a little quicker on the uptake. Don't, don't ball, Chuck. Chuck. These guys must have been waiting for her. She probably had a date with them. Harry was right in a way. The men had been waiting for the girl, but they were FBI agents, for the girl did have a date, but it was with the justice. Chuck and Harry were unaware that they had witnessed one of the most widely discussed incidents of 1939, the capture of Stella May Dixon, the Bobby Sox bandit queen. Youthful public enemy taken into custody by FBI, the paper reads. Get your paper. Read all about it. G-Men capture Stella May Dixon. Extra. Love that face. Look at that. Love the hat. She's behind bars. She doesn't look happy. She looks mean. Look at that. Yes, this unspectacular action by the FBI had brought to an end one of the most, most amazing carry careers in criminal history. This 17 year old girl, hardly more than an adolescent, was considered as dangerous and destructive as the most hardened of the nation's public enemies. Stella's fantastic story began in a roller skating rink in the summer of 1937, when she was just Stella May Irwin and only 15 years old. Say you're great with those skates, how about a few fancy turns together? The name's Benny Dickens, Dixon. Okay, I don't see why not. It might be fun, she says. Benny Dixon, that's the guy. An evil star must have shown brightly that night. Benny Dixon and Stella Irwin have found each other. Being mutual types, they found themselves in a whirlwind romance. Gosh, I wish this place wouldn't close so early. I could skate until morning, Stella says. Like the egg kid? Benny says. Mind if I see you home, baby? I got my bus outside. What do you say? Stella says I like you, Benny. You're different from most fellas. I know you're a good company. Shall we go? Oh, oh. Benny was different. Benny was different and Stella soon found out why from his own lips. How do you like this new car, baby? I got it for the for the anniversary of our fifth date together. This is an awfully expensive car, Benny. How can you afford it? She asks. Listen, baby, a smart operator can get anything he wants. Snatching this convertible was only a little, little thing compared to what I what I could get for you. Benny, you mean you stole this car, Stella says. Don't act surprised, baby. You're thrilled and you know it. You're just like me. You want money, clothes and excitement. Well, stick with little Benny. I'll show you how to get all that the easy way, he says. But Benny, aren't you afraid of the police? I'm too smart for him, I tell you. Always a step ahead. I'm no amateur. I've served time, the pen. I know the ropes, he says. It wasn't long before Stella was going steady with 27 year old Benny. Stella, I got to blow town fast. As soon as I'm set up, I'll send for you. Make it soon, Benny. I'm going to miss you, she says. Not long after, Stella joined Benny in California. It's so nice being with you again, Benny, she says. It's great to see you, baby. Come on, we're going to get hitched first thing. Wow, they're going to get married. Look at that. Looks like you picked her up from a train station. Imagine that California judge saying you were too young to be married. Well, we'll head for my parents. Some are home in Minnesota and get spliced as soon as we arrive. So the judge didn't marry them. Benny, Benny did marry Stella in his parents' home. His father, a high school teacher, offered Benny the opportunity to steady, but young Dixon possessed a restless spirit. This steadying business is pretty dull. It bores me stiff, he says. Forget that old book and give baby a great big kiss. You know, Benny, this place is awfully quiet. I'm getting to feel like I'm buried alive. Say, I've got an idea to break the monotony. What do you say to some target practice? You mean shooting with guns, she says. Sure, I'll make an Annie Oakley of you in no time at all, Benny says. Where are you children off to? The father asked. We're going to do a little hunting pot. Stella and I could use some fresh air. These guys is a hunting hat, but instead of hunting, Benny taught Stella the use of a firearm and Stella brought reality to Benny's predictions. She proved to be an Annie Oakley, a dead shot with a gun. There's six, six, there's six bull's eyes. Bam. Good shooting, Stella. Now let's see what you could do with the rifle. Wow. All of them dead center. You're natural, baby. You've got talent, baby. Real talent. And little Benny's going to plan big things for us both. Oh, Benny. I'm so thrilled, she says. Benny wasn't kidding. He began formulating plans almost at once. It wasn't long before he told Stella about them. Baby, I've lined up the little bank in Lekton, South Dakota. Think you're ready for a crack at it? Sure, Benny. That would be fun, but aren't you afraid with the police record you have? She asks, I learned all the angles. I learned all the angles while doing time in the Missouri Penn kid. We won't, we won't miss. Okay, Benny, what do you want me to do? She says. Couple of love birds, gangster love birds. On August 25th, 1938, the day before Stella's 16th birthday, she set off disguised in male attire with her husband to take part in her first crime. Wait here, baby. I'll be right out. Be careful, Benny, she says. There's the bank right there. This is a stick up. Open your vault and get that dough out. We can't. The vault's on a time clock, time lock, and won't open for another half hour. The guy says, that's all right. I'll wait. But the first one who tries any tricks gets hurt bad, Benny says. Stella became worried when Benny didn't reappear on time. She decided to check on the situation. Benny, what's wrong? Got to wait for the time clock. Help me cover these fish. The bandits waited 30 minutes. As new patrons came in, they were added to the growing group of prisoners. The vault's open. Keep them covered while clean house, Benny says. Okay, okay. All of you, get inside the vault quick. You heard what he said. Get moving. The guys got it. Benny's got a bag of money. Fool hardy, hardy as their 30 minute delay seemed, Benny and Stella escaped arrest and made their getaway to a farm in Minnesota belonging to a relative of Benny's. The robbery victims were later rescued from the vault where they almost suffocated. How did we do? Stella asks. How did we do? Not too well, baby. $2,174.64. But the Rob Bank had been insured by the federal deposit insurance company which brought the crime to the attention of the FBI. Benny and Stella had committed a federal offense. You can rest assured, sir, that we'll have those two in custody in good time. Our agents are already at work on the case the FBI agent says. Meanwhile, Benny and Stella went to Detroit. Benny bought a car and Stella some new clothes. On their way back, Benny completely wrecked the new sedan near Osage City. The car's out of control. Look out. The lucky pair miraculously escaped with their lives. However, Benny and Stella soon had another car. They stole it in Kansas City. Say, this bus runs smoother than our last car baby. Better keep your eye on the road where we'll end up the same way, Benny, she says. The Dixons were inactive for a while. Then, on the morning of October 31st, 1939, they appeared in booking South Dakota. Now, baby, good. He's just opening the bank. Into the back of the bank, pop. No peeps, now or a crookia, she says. I'll stay here and nail the other clerks as they come in, Benny says. When the last clerk to report for work entered the bank, he joined the others under the steady muzzle of Stella's gun. Here's the last one, Benny. So, wow, I picked up two grand, rifling these cages. But this is small change. When does a vault open, mister? Ten-thirty, the bank teller says. Ten-thirty. Ten-thirty. Benny knew business would be a full swing then. He thought fast. Listen, you blank bank clerks. I'm going to let you do a little honest work. Get in your cages and take care of the customers when they come in. I'll even lend you a few hundred for petty cash. I cut the wires in the joint, so don't try to call for help and keep your noses clean with the trade. Just remember, we're both dead shots. None of the 40 depositors that morning became suspicious. Finally, Ten-thirty arrived and the vault door slowly swung open. Ten-thirty, Benny, should be a... Benny should be in the vault by now. Huh. If these yokes only knew a robbery is going on under their very noses, get another guy and carry this swag out to the car. Oh, that's a big bag of money. That's a big vault. Take these guys and the dough out to the car. I'll be along in seconds, Benny says. Before Benny joined Stella and their hostages, he casually strode towards the teller's cage and left a final frightening order. We're taking two of your men with us, so if anyone squawks before we get away, I'll kill them both, so long like a guy's sweating. The bandits once more made a clean getaway. Better dump these two characters, Stella. We're nowhere near a telephone. The police will get... The teller's waving his hands. The police will get you rats yet. You won't get away with this. Haha. What a sweet job that was, Benny. It went like clockwork. Benny and Stella got away with almost 50 grand. During the month that followed, they lived in grand style. On Thanksgiving Day, they were preparing to leave a tourist cabin where they had made a brief stop. The local cops got a lead through that hot car I ditched. We'd better move fast, then Stella says. There he is. That's Dixon. Dixon, stop. You're under arrest. You'll have to catch me first, copper. Look at him bolt. There goes Stella in the other direction. What the hell? Cops are going for their guns. Stella beat it in another direction. I hope she makes it, he says. I got him. In the head. I don't think he'll get far. Oh wow. Did he get him in the head? Oh, he did too. Look at that. Oh, the dirty flat foot. That last shot almost tore off my head. Despite his wound, Benny managed to escape arrest. The next day, he found Stella at a pre-arranged rendezvous where she hid under a bridge all night. Did he give you much pain, Benny? Stella asks. It's just a flesh wound. Finish up and let's get back to the car. I'll fix those cops, Benny says. Well, I think it's smooth sailing again, baby. Now we can spend some of this dough. Save it, Benny. There's a patrol car chasing us. Will you hang on, baby? I'm putting her down to the floorboard. I'm hit, but keep going. Keep going. I'll get him. Oh, they just nailed her. Nailed her. The side of Stella's head was bleeding profusely, but with an earring aim, she blasted away at the pursuing car with her rifle. Bam, bam, bam. Crack. I'll get their front tires. That'll stop them. Nice shooting, Stella. And nailed them. You nailed them. They went right down the ditch. Look at that. The Dixon's decided to abandon their car and appropriate a new one from the first passerby, unlucky enough to cross their path. You call that junk box a car? Who has a new car around here? My neighbor down the road has a new model. They're sticking them up for this little old beer. They're being picky. They don't even like the car. Look at that. You two young no-gooders. Regret this. Kidnapping is a serious offense. Shut your trap. Hey, Seed, watch those rubes closely, Stella. Late that night, Benny and Stella raced along the highway in the neighbor's car, taking the two farmers along to keep the alarm from spreading. So they kidnapped both farmers. Look at that. At daybreak, the Dixon's found they needed a faster car. They got one by using their usual nefarious method. There's no room for the new bird in here. Okay, I'll stick him in the trunk. Oh no. Then I got three people kidnapped now. When it was considered safe, the outlaws roughly dumped their hostages on the road. The Dixon's later left the stolen car and bought an old second-hand model. Where are we headed for now, Benny? Dixieland, baby. I'm setting the course for New Orleans, he says. The G-Men will never find us here in New Orleans. Well, they Benny, she asks. They're probably running in circles following crummy leads, baby. Ha ha ha ha, Benny says. Benny was right. The FBI was an idol. They were tracking down every lead that presented itself in any part of the nation. In California, how long did they stay here? The FBI asks, why just a few days if I remember rights? In Minnesota, when did they leave? Oh, I'd say about a week after they came here. The guy says. In Kansas. Did you know Stella May Irwin? Yes, but I don't know where she is now. Are you one of her old boyfriends? In South Dakota. That was on October 31st. Yes, one of my bank clerks and myself were thrown out on the road by them after they were well out of town and in Indiana. Then what happened? Can't rightly say, mister. I saw the car tear plump crazy like toward the highway. The FBI investigation was through. No detail was uncovered. The trail of the Dixons was clear, clear now. The G men were ready to close in. Yeah, here it is in this bag of pairs. Where did you get this little girl? A pretty young lady with yellow hair paid me to deliver these groceries. Stella May Dixon. The note found in the groceries was a message from Benny Dixon arranging a meeting. Meeting with a pal. It became instead a rendezvous with justice. Hamburgers. It's Dixon. Careful. He's dangerous. Let's get him. Got him cornered. Hamburger place. Harry's hamburgers, I think. Look at this. All right, Dixon. We're FBI. Let's go. Don't try anything. You'll be sorry for. You'll stop lead before you take me in, Dixon says. And they bloom away while you dumb thug. Just destroyed him. Stella was in a nearby car and saw Benny die. She quickly drove off and later abandoned the vehicle to catch a bus to Kansas City. But the G men were right behind her. Stella, unlike Benny, went quietly. Her spree of violence was over. Stella made Dixon. You've been found guilty as charged. 10 years in prison was Stella's sentence. That was on August 21st, 1939. Just five days before she reached 17, a young girl who who who saw thrills and crime, she soon found out that crime never pays. I wonder how much of this is actual true story. Nice storytelling. I found a jump from here to here to be a little jarring. For 15 years old, she got married to a 27 year old. There's a little rip here. Yeah, and Cheryl on our chat and our live stream saying all true FBI style. The guns on Jesse James. What? We got a Jesse James story here? No way. You gotta be kidding me. We gotta read the Jesse James story. Look at this. Look at this. Yes. Oh yeah. Let's read a Jesse James story gang. Oh yeah. Look at this cowboy lamp. Let's do. Let's do. Very cool. The guns of Jesse James. Liberty. Liberty Montana Bank, I guess. M.O. Bank. The senseless bloody story of a man who was not the man you think he was. Love the guns. Look at that. Bank. Look at that guy scared. Where is he shot? I think he's just scared. Looks like this could be M.T. supposed to be Montana from people are saying in the chat. So it could be Missouri. Liberty Missouri Bank. Interesting. Let's check it out. The guns of Jesse James. Love the sex shooter. Look at that. I'm breaking up a slew of little 10 heroes. Cousins pay. Cousin. Cousins. Pay attention. What's he doing? He's a cop. Making up little toy men. Ting heroes, long dead characters who were all bad vets. But to whom the passing years have handed out halos. For example, take Jesse James. Today he's often thought of as a Robin Hood of the West. Oh, so he's telling us a story. But James was actually a brutal hoodlum with a black heart and a bloody record. Jesse was born in Missouri. Nice. In Missouri in 1847, at the age of 20, he organized a gang of Desperados and appointed himself leader. He specialized in male train robberies. Look out. It's ready to blow. Jesse says. I'm assuming that's Jesse. Jesse James was a terrorist. He carried out his lawless plundering completely without regards for the lives of innocent bystanders. He created train wrecks which killed or maimed countless passengers. That'd be really destructive. A hold up is the James gang. Just shot him. Kind of noisy, ain't ya pop? Start with a male car. Pronto. Right, Jesse. Robbers. Cutthroat's help. That's a passenger car. Look at that. Hanging out the window. Bad idea. Bad idea. Look at that. It's not a good idea. They took him out. Ruffians, murder, zing. Hanging out the window. They're robbing the train. The James crew turned to bank jobs and their victims mounted. It's an FBI guy. Police guy is telling us a story. You scoundrel. You, uh, bam. Right in the head. Shut up, Mr. Cashier. Get the safe, boys. Look at this guy. That's beautiful. Look at the artwork on this. Look at that. Look at expression in the half. Good shot, Bill. Bam. Oh, they're just killing him. Jesse's most trusted friend and henchman was a boyhood chump named Bill Ford. Bill was a crack shot. Ah, I never miss a one, Jesse. You know me. The gang, the gang numbered six. Jesse, his brother, Frank, Bill Ford, and the three younger brothers, everyone a killer. After dozens of jobs, the boys grew bolder. They decided to invade new territories. That, as the events developed, was the beginning of their downfall. Hornfield, Minnesota sounds like a watering trough. We'll haul in plenty, huh, Ford? It's about time we branched out, Jesse. We've about cleaned out Missouri. All right, gather around and we'll go over the map again, Jesse says. Main street, bank, fork in street. That's a detailed map. Bridge, Northfield, Minnesota. Northfield, Minnesota. X and X. I guess that's where they're going to be stationing people, right? And there's going to be one person. There's an X on the bridge as well right there. So I'm assuming they're going to be stationing someone there as well. Let's check it out. Now, one man guards this bridge for the getaway. Two stand guard outside the bank and three, three of us go in for the dough. Perfect, Jesse. Perfect. I mean, what could go wrong with that detail of a map, eh? It was a hot day in 1867 when the big fracas got underway. Fracas got underway. Here's the, here's the bank up ahead. Now, work fast. Hop to it, boys. Raise them high. This is a stick up. They burst into the bank. They're just killing people left and right. It was a little, little guy by the name of Marv Albert, who started all the trouble for the James boys. No, I won't open the safe. Not for Jesse James or anyone else. You rotten coward. Oh no. He's going to get blown away. Oh, wow. Smart fella. Real smart. Meanwhile, across the street in the dentist's office. Oh, take it easy, doc. Dentist. Blah. A shot from the bank. That's the sheriff. What, what Jesse hadn't figured on was that Northfield was a town of hunters and everyone owned a gun. Nice. Here, Sam, grab a gun. It must be a hold up. Awesome. Everybody's armed. Bad idea to go create chaos. Get back or you're all pushed up cactus. It's the James gang. Robbers, murderers. They're coming after him. It was then that the shot from the dentist's office started a small scale war between the gunmen and the irate townspeople. What the? They're shooting at us. Ah, one of the James gang members. Blah, taken out. Bam, right in the back. Look at that. Look at that. These yokers mean business. Let's make tracks out of this town. Let's go, Jesse. Are they coming out with the money? They look like they got bags. Yeah, they got bags of money. They're coming out shooting. Every merchant in town opened fire. The James gang suffered disastrous casualties. My back. Oh, they got lippy. Lippies down. Look at all the guns coming out of the windows. Oh, we've got the little kitty cat wanting to come in. Woke up. Little gunfight with a little kitty cat meow going on. Cold hard cash. Cold hard cash. Look at this. Look at this. Meow. Reading Jesse James kitty cat. Look at this. Look at this. Bam, this drawing. Nice panel, by the way. Look at that. That's beautiful. Look at the face of the horse. Nice panel. Jesse, we dropped the cash. Oh no, they dropped the cash. Do we see a drop in here? No, but they dropped the cash. Jesse, we dropped the cash. What? Why, you stupid nuts. Come on, ride. Hit leather. Out of this hornet's nest. Bam, bam. They're firing backwards. Only the two James brothers and Bill Ford survived that jamboree. But Jesse didn't have long to stay in the social swim. This guy's got some nice toy men here. Seriously. Telling the story. Let's check it out. On April 3, 1882, Jesse bought a home in St. Joseph, Missouri and undercover moved in. He was a hunted man at this time. Look at that. Look at that poster from the governor himself. Woo wee. That's a hog's heap. Head of money, all right. What do they post? What do they post? $10,000 reward. Dead or alive, Jesse James. Back then, 1887, $10,000. That's a lot of dough. That's a lot of dough. Man, oh man. Bill Ford. Bill Ford, Jesse's most trusted friend, was one of those who saw the poster. 10,000 berries. A lot of money. A powerful lot. Jesse James. Dead or alive. Well, Jesse. Well, well, well. What's he gonna do? What's he gonna do? Meanwhile, Jesse was enjoying the role of Lord of the Matter. If I'm gonna have my own home, I might as well fix it up. Put some junk on the walls. He's got a little thing. God bless this happy home, he says. Oh my, oh my. Ha ha ha. What a tear joker. The coyotes forgot to dot the i. Did they forget to dot the i? Ah, they forgot to dot the i. Jesse James. Oh man. Look at what's going on. Jesse, can I see you a minute? That you built Ford. Wait a minute. I'll come down. Never mind. I think I like this angle better. Oh man. Look at that. It takes out Jesse James, his best buddy from childhood. You'll make a beautiful corpse, Jesse. Look at that. And this was the amazing climax to the story of Jesse James. The bullet that pierced his scheming heart had also gone through the sign. And the i had finally been dotted. That's like Hollywood drama right there. The i was dotted. Look at that. That went through his heart, dotted the i. Definitely Hollywood screenwriter. Funny. And here is the copper telling us the story. And that's how Jesse cashed in his worthless chips. Not like a knight in shining armor. Not like a hero. Not like a Robin Hood. Scratch. He's gonna lie his pipe. And he throws the Jesse James doll of a soldier into the garbage bin. But like a two-bit killer. A stumble stumble bump whose best friend thought enough of him to drill him through the back. Not a tin hero, but a tin horn. A genuine tin horn. Jesse James. I wonder if that's true. Jesse, his best friend took him out. But how was he gonna this guy? How was he gonna collect the $10,000 reward? He was also wanted. How's that gonna work? Fun. Fun, fun, fun. How we doing for time? We got about half an hour left gang for reading. What should we read? 20 men saw him die. Yet there was not one witness to tell of the death of the gambling king. Gambler king. Look at this. Gambling story? That's not bad. If we read a gambling story. What else we got? That's one story. Look at the faces here. That's trippy. Look at that. Someone's doing psychedelics and doing some artwork. Look at that. Here's an ad. The spark of murder by Alan Stand. Oh, look at this one. Bring me his corpse. So he got this story. We got a lady in the story. Oh, what's this one? Spirits windler. I was the front for the merciless spirits windler. The bring me the corpse looked pretty cool. Oh, there's a little rip here. This one is a longer story. These comic books were well worth the money. Lots of stories. Camera ad. What is this one? America's greatest zipper billboard bargain. Billboards are printed in breathtaking color. What is this? I've never seen this before. That's weird. What is that? Sensational value. A handmade all-round zipper billboard brightly decorated in stenciling color. Illustrations show here with our faithful reproduction showing the beautiful color scene embossed on these billboards. Can't rub off other exclusive features include built-in zipper, change purse, deluxe pass case, and roomy currency compartment, satisfaction guaranteed or money back. Rush your order and pick your choice on the coupon below. So I guess these are wallets. It's a wallet. It's a wallet. So it's a wallet with designs on it. It's the first time we're seeing this ad. Losing weight ad. A camera. Scoop complete. Taking, picture taking, picture making, outfit. Cool. Let's read the, let's read this story. What was this one? Britney is corpse. Let's read this one. And we'll end this reading with this story. So there's two stories here we're putting aside. Whoa, this is a violent story. Look at that. The panel in this corner, but we'll take a closer look at it. And it's a beautiful rainy day gang gang. Seriously, so nice. Bring me his corpse. 1922, August. Let's see what this is about. How good, how good a detective are you? Here's a chance to match wits with the nation's best. See if you can find the same clues as Detective Sam Carter did when he trapped a cold blooded killer. Me, his corpse. What is this one? Cami crime. See if you can solve it. Okay, let's check it out. I'll take care of this Tigris. Now get going and bring me a corpse. What does he want a corpse for? It was three o'clock in the morning of August 13, 1922, in Lakehurst, New Jersey, when two railroad workers were startled by the screams of a woman. Did you hear it? A woman's scream? It came from that flat over the grocery store. Let's go. When the workers arrived, they found the door locked. It was locked from the inside by an automatic safety hatch. Please help. Break in the door. I can't get to it. This is the apartment. The door won't budge. Together, now, off. Great Scott, look. They cracked open the door. My husband. Oh, my poor husband. She's suffering from shock. I'll untie her. You look through the rest of the apartment. When the railroad workers reached the bedroom, he was shocked to find the body of William Giberson, owner of a local taxi company. Oh, no. He's been shot. A bullet through the base of his skull. Better call the police. Oh, no. Focus it on that. I guess the merger scene is blurry for us. Oh, is that feeding on top of the bed too? Poor guy. The local authorities were summoned and the widow described a grisly crime. It was a little after 3 a.m. I was awakened by a noise from the front of the apartment. Go on, Ms. Giberson. I walked into the kitchen to investigate and discover two men. Help. Help. Cut that screening, sister. Better gag the dame before she wakes up her husband. That guy says, one of the men bound the gag, bound and gagged me while the other drew his gun and get into the bedroom and take care of the old man. We don't want any fuss. Oh, that's what he was saying. Bring me the corpse. He was telling him to go kill the guy. Oh, man, look at this. That's pretty violent. Then I heard a shot. As you know, my husband died instantly. This will shut the guy up. Now, let's find the loot. I see Ms. Giberson. Then the thugs found $700 in cash and fled. Yes, my husband had sold a taxi cab a few days ago. The marauders must have known about it. Then Sam Carter, chief of detectives in Burlington County, New Jersey, was called in to investigate. Carter had, during the past 33 years, sent more than 100 murderers to the chair. He was noted internationally as a master of solving crimes by using psychological approach. This is the Giberson apartment where the crime was committed, Carter. I see the guy smoking a pipe. Anybody smoking a pipe must be like a true detective. It's impossible for anyone in the kitchen to see anyone in the bedroom, although one can hear sounds from one room to the other. Yes, sir, that's the layout. The cop says, Mrs. Gibson's told Carter the exact story she had told the police after the murder. Then tell me, Mrs. Giberson, what kind of voice did these men have? Low or gruff? Why, yes, how did you know? Low and gruff? Why, yes, how did you know? She says. They usually do. Now, when did they do their talking and what did they say? They didn't do any talking until, until Bill, my husband, was shot. And then, and then the man who held me in the kitchen shouted to the other man, why did you shoot him? And the man in the bedroom shouted back, I had to. He was waking up. She says. And this man who was holding you, what did he do then? He tied me up, then joined the other man in searching the place. Carter puffed reflectively on his pipe, then he glared at the calmly widow. Tell the truth, Mrs. Giberson, you killed your husband. You admitted it in a short time ago, but you didn't realize it. The smoke rings come up. To the reader, Detective Carter had trapped Mrs. Giberson in her own trumped up story. What mistake had she made? Oh, I don't know. Did you guys catch it? How did Detective Carter know she was lying? This is your chance to test your abilities as a detective. Let's check it out. Yes, Mrs. Giberson, if a robber had been binding you in the kitchen and had heard a shot in the bedroom, he wouldn't have shouted to his partner, asking why he had shot Giberson. He couldn't see what was going on in the bedroom, so he would not have known who fired the shot. Your husband must have had a gun under the pillow. Of course, even an inexperienced robber would have feared her husband might have shot his accomplice. He'd hurry to investigate. Ah, smart. That's what pipe smoking gets you. Confronted with his reasoning, Mrs. Giberson broke down and confessed, yes, yes, I killed him. I just grew tired of my husband and thought I could get rid of him, and so get his money. Oh no, not a nice person. Mrs. Giberson later produced the murder gun. At a minute she had bought a widow's outfit more than a week before the killing. She was sent to the Penitentiary at Trenton for 20 years. Crime never pays. For reasons of security, the name Sam Carter is fictitious. Oh really, Sam Carter. Sam Carter is the detective with the pipe. I believe so, right there. Sam Carter was the detective with the pipe. Pleasant lady indeed, someone says, Cheryl says. What a nasty lady. Got tired of her husband. Shot him in the back and ahead. Yikes. Like, look at the poor guy. His feet still on the bed. What a ruthless human being she was. Fun read, fun read. Gang, let's call it there. We did three stories out of five, I believe, from this comic, which is great. And you know, it's a testament to Golden Age comics, really, that there's so many stories in these books. And my little kitty cats are awake and they're jumping around. First time reading a, doing a comic book reading with kitty cats around. Someone mentioned that during the chat and the live stream she chose mistake was first time with cats. I'll have to arrange it so we can do comic book readings without kitty cat interruptions, right? But that was fun. We're almost finished at the, on our allotted time for the reading as well, right? A little bit of chaos with the kitty cats reading a crime story from the 1940s, right? Golden Age of comics. Fantastic. I hope you guys enjoyed the reading gang. And what I'm going to do is I'm going to throw this back in the mylar. Fantastic. Great buy. Very happy with the spy. I'm going to throw this into the bag and I'm going to turn on chat and get back to the live stream and see if people enjoyed the reading. I definitely did. And these crime comics from the 19, from the Golden Age of comics are absolutely fantastic before the comic code authority kicked in because there's absolutely no way. I absolutely no way. Don't think the panel we saw with the guy being shot at the back of the head with the blood splattering out would have been approved by a comic code authority. Absolutely not, right? So it's good to see some of these comics in their raw form without censorship kicking in. Aside from that, thank you for joining us for another reading. I'm going to turn on the chat.