PART 13 OF FAVOURITE COMICS OF THE PAST...

 

 

Before the memory of past events fades beyond my ability to

accurately recall, I now cast the spotlight of history upon WORLD'S

FINEST COMICS #178, which I had when I was a boy of between eight

or ten years old. My original copy of this comic was torn into tiny pieces

at one stage (don't ask, I can't remember) and for two or three years the

scraps littered the layers of insulation fibre between the floor joists in my

loft. In fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised if fragments yet lurked there

to this day, forty years after my family moved from the house.

 

The scans you're currently looking at come from a replacement copy

I acquired a good many years ago. It's true to say that I've had it for a

far greater period of time than I ever had the original, but in all that span,

I've never yet managed to read the story's conclusion in the next-but-one

issue, number 180. (179 was a Giant-Size reprint issue.) One day I must

apply myself to tracking down a copy of the comic and finding out what

happened, although it'll be a strange sensation to finally read the

resolution of a tale I first started 45 years before.

 

Whenever I look at this comic, memories come flooding back; images

of CORSON'S, the shop from where I purchased it; the bedroom of my

old house and the gloom of the loft where it met its final fate. If you had

this comic as a child then you'll have your own set of recollections to

accompany it. If so, cast now your eyes over the following select pages

and enter again that hallowed haven of yesteryear when the world was

a much simpler, safer place and the future still a long way off.

 

And just think - somewhere out there is bound to be someone who read

#180 all those years ago, but never saw #178. Ain't life strange?