. . . These very dry, cracked, slightly bloody, dusty, bone-thin, scrawny hands. . .
. . . are the very same hands that have touched the first issue of The Amazing Spider-Man!
That's right, the over-forty-years-old, first issue where Spidey meets the Fantastic Four, and then the Chameleon! With all the "Try my dynaflex for $1.98 and girls'll throw themselves at you!" ads! With the "Special Message from Spider-Man" where Spidey tells you his address to write letters to! (SPIDER-MAN, THIRD FLOOR, 665 MADISON AVE., N.Y. 21, N.Y.) With the "Magic Art Reproducer" ad that lets you draw a beautiful woman "even if you can't draw a straight line!"
Would you believe, university has this very issue in its Deering McCormick Library "Special Collections"! You have to sign a slip in order to handle the comic, but I'm amazed they let you handle it at all! Here's how I found out.
I've read it before, in black and white, online at Marvel's site, from the reprints that the Chicago Sun-Times did on Sundays, but never before have I read it in its original form. Its intended form.
Its purest form.
In the first story, "Spiderman" is said without the hyphen, but that's corrected in the second story. In the second story, though, Peter's last name is "Palmer"! Peter Palmer, guys!
Most of the ads are aimed at scrawny 12-year-olds, even these little salesmen ads that promise to "turn you into a man!"
They wouldn't let me photocopy anything (duh) but this is the dream guys. This is truly the American Dream.