|mosellegreen (mosellegreen) wrote in scans_daily,|
@ 2009-05-30 18:09:00
|Entry tags:||char: etta candy, char: steve trevor, char: wonder woman/diana of themyscira, creator: william moulton marston, era: golden age, publisher: dc comics|
Wonder Woman for President
Boy, do I have some crack for y'all today. Published in Wonder Woman #7, winter of 1943. This is a long story, so I counted the pages and made sure I didn't have too many. Had to delete a few of the scans that were in this post on the old s_d.
We're such layabouts here on Man's World.
Hippolyte and Diana look into the future, using the Magic Sphere. (I have to admit, I kinda miss the Magic Sphere.)
Part of what I have always, even as a little girl, loved about Wonder Woman is that she's never seen any conflict between being a superpowered warrior and being feminine - even, at times, girlish. But sometimes it gets ridiculous, like when the first thing she wants to see about the future is the miniskirts secretaries will wear in a thousand years.
Also notice they still use typewriters in 3000 A.D.
Anyway, the Vitamin L-3 turns Sugar Candy young again. Also goodlooking. She leaps out of bed and announces she wants to go dancing.
This reminds me of The Marvellous Land of Oz, with General Jinjur's girl army. Even the costumes look similar.
Steve's fashion sense has taken a dismaying turn in the Robin direction, and even after a millenium, some men still haven't gotten with the program.
And let's take a look at 30th century prisons:
The prisoners stage a coup:
And bad guys kidnap the president:
Is it me, or does the brown-haired guy helping tie her up look really freaky?
Yeah, don't make evil people immortal! Of course, they'd probably start a campaign against discrimination against evil people.
Dude... you can't "burst into" a president's office. Really, you can't.
I do love the presidential throne, though, and that Madame President is wearing an evening gown and smoking with a long holder.
1000 years of women's lib, and this is how women are making their voting decisions.
This blonde can apparently fly through the air.
Professor Manly is Vice President. His girl guards have their priorities straight:
Gratuitous bondage! Yay!
I'm afraid I can't remember the way this story went. The plot was convoluted even by Marston standards. I think I eventually just gave up and scanned the bondage.
You coulda fooled me, Diana.
Album for dial-uppers.