Small House of Everything

Small House of Everything

Saturday, May 16, 2020


Stop the presses!  Knobby Walsh, Joe Palooka's manager, is getting married!

The bride is the beautiful, somewhat uneducated, more than somewhat gold-digging, Gilda, who snared Knobby on the rebound from her relationship with Con Berfke, who is still carrying a torch for Gilda.

Fear not, Plooka fans; Con Befrke slipped Knobby some sleeping pills and he fell asleep in the middle of the ceremony before the Justice of the Peace could finish.  Mad, Gilda ran off into Berfke's arms while Knobby kept sleeping.  A taxi driver takes Knobby to the honeymoon suite he had reserved and put him to bed.  Knobby wakes up, thinking he is married, but there is no Gilda!  Frantic, he searches all over for his "wife."

Poor Knobby!  Will he ever recover?

In a bonus story, Joe's young friend Little Max is suckered by a "sport preemoter"to invest his 67 cents in a new enterprise.  They build a clunky wooden airplane from scraps and offer rides for five cents apiece.  Joe shows up just in time to save Little Max from flying off a cliff.  Joe not only saves the day but he also saves the burgeoning "business."

Also, a one-page cartoon bio of Joe Louis, another of Yankee outfielder Tommy Heinrich, and two pages of text snippets of sports lore.  The inside front cover has Humphrey Pennyworth going to Washington to be a "Modern 49er" by selling savings bonds, part of a program that joined the Treasury Department with Ham Fischer's characters.  Other ads in this issue show that the new 1949 Monark Super Deluxe bicycle whose purchase price includes a one-year fire and theft "insurance" policy, a young boy lost in the woods finds his way out with a handy compass available with just 75 Popsicle, Fudgsicle, or Creamsicle bags (or ten bags plus 15 cents), how Gillette bike tires can turn a tired "dud" into an athletic "dynamo" so he can play sports with the pretty girls, and how milk may taste like Fleer's Double Bubble is a cow chews that gum instead of her cud.

Times were simpler back then.


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