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True story: Around the age of eight, I spent a couple of weeks of summer “working” with my dad. One of the employees needed some help and promised me a tip. Already tuned into the way money moves the world, I worked assiduously, thinking ahead to what I might do with the cash.
Job done, the guy then proceeds to teach me how to play rock, paper scissors as my “tip”. Being raised right, I hid my disappointment and paid attention.
The Messenger looks like Neal Adams’s Jerry Lewis, though the rest of the art doesn’t, much….
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Hmmm. Makes me wonder how the Wayne fortune would handle in this recession…
The Waynes didn’t get rich by handing out big tips!
Who’s Robin’s boyfriend and is that Infantio art? The delivery boy’s legs scream Carmine to me.
You scoff, but had that telegram delivery boy tucked that button away, he could have sold it for a fortune on today’s e-bay.
True story: Around the age of eight, I spent a couple of weeks of summer “working” with my dad. One of the employees needed some help and promised me a tip. Already tuned into the way money moves the world, I worked assiduously, thinking ahead to what I might do with the cash.
Job done, the guy then proceeds to teach me how to play rock, paper scissors as my “tip”. Being raised right, I hid my disappointment and paid attention.
Best tip I ever got.
The Messenger looks like Neal Adams’s Jerry Lewis, though the rest of the art doesn’t, much….