This is a remarkable comic. It's impossible to imagine what it was like to be a kid when it came out. World War II had ended just a year previously. Thousands of dads were coming home from the war. Thousands more dads would never come home. Goods were scarce. There was a big housing shortage. The atom bomb had changed human history. What did everyone imagine lay ahead?
The guys who created Taffy obviously thought the biggest challenge was achieving racial and religious harmony. I don't think even Parents' Press comics preached as hard as the Van Johnson and the Hall of Fame features do. Preachy, yes. But think: half of America was still racially segregated. Jews and Catholics were excluded from many jobs and memberships. The Taffy crew must have been sticking their necks out to address these matters so openly. Or maybe it was just postwar optimism. We licked the axis, and we can lick intolerance. Still one can't help noting that the Taffy cast is not integrated.
As for the stories themselves, let me begin by saying I have never, ever liked Mort Leav. His artwork always strikes me as grotesque, with stiff poses and exaggerated expressions. I'll be dining on crow stew tonight, because Leav's art on Taffy is terrific. The biggest reason is that the kids are completely believable. They move and sit like real kids. Whether plopping onto a bed, slouching in an easy chair, or just standing around, these girls and boys are living, breathing people. The same care has been put into the kids' expressions. Nobody strikes the same pose twice, and it's never a stock pose. True, some of the action scenes are a bit overbaked, but overall this is wonderful stuff.
The adults don't appeal to me as much. Taffy's dad is fun, but broad caricatures like the Bonnybrook principal and the mistress of the boarding school seem out of place in this universe.
And the scripts? The same teen-comic silliness everybody else was doing. It's funny. Seeing the unique artwork I expected the stories to be unusual, too. Nope. Good old Riverdale nuttiness. Which isn't to say they're bad. Just undistinguished.
In conclusion, Taffy is a big hit in my book.