This is a pretty good cover. It would have pulled me in. I wonder why several companies used these tiny typeset blurbs rather than big hand-lettered captions that would stand out at the newsstand.
"Magno and Davey": Let me go on the record (again) saying that I hate kid sidekicks. They seem always to cramp the hero's style. Kid sidekicks usually are present to (1) get into trouble so the hero has to bail them out, (2) finish off what the hero started, like punching a fifth Nazi after the hero clobbers the other four, or (3) untie the hero when he has been overcome, which situation the hero could have dealt with solo by being clever or lucky.
That said, "The Clown Comes Back" is pretty intense. The Clown is a total psycho who has no problem with mass murder, torturing children, and (gasp!) kidnapping disabled orphans. I'll bet more than one kid got nightmares from that hypodermic panel. I enjoy several of the set-pieces, like Magno bronc-busting a lion and tossing a tiger by the tail. It makes up for hogwash like sucking poison from the ape for re-use at the Campbell's Soup factory. I love the friendly ape-hug on page 12. Considering that later in his career Jim Mooney became a skilled but very restrained artist, his dynamic action here comes as a surprise. Overall I like this story despite Davey's presence. And the number of testimonials from bystanders. Put me down for a couple of gallons of degravitating solvent, will you?
The Black Spider is a sort of Green Hornet type. The story is competently drawn, but it's uninteresting because there's no mystery. The manager says Niles and Gartz are guilty, The Black Spider agrees, and (spoiler) Niles and Gartz are guilty. Ho-hum. Of course in comics a name like "Gartz" pegs you as guilty right from the start.
"Vulcan" is a fun variation on The Human Torch. I enjoy his super-size heat stunts and his swim in the lava. However he's mighty cavalier about burning several men alive. I have trouble believing that a thug would respond to a flaming superhero unmasking him by saying, "Hey, that ain't cricket!"
The figure work on "PeeWee Wilson" is pretty good. Less so the perspective. The story suffers from PeeWee not having a distinctive appearance. Since all the guys are in uniform and all have the same build the villain differs from the hero only in that he wears a mustache. I enjoy PeeWee's logic when he finds Dakin is a spy: "Hit all matches up, Dakin bein' so good at drillin'!" Warning, soldiers: keep a sloppy formation or be taken for German spies.
"Spin Shaw" is a typical Golden Age flying hero. You can sure tell when Maurice Guitworth had reference from which to draw his plane, and when he didn't. Similarly it's fun to watch characters suddenly turn into Alex Raymond swipes (e.g. the Nazi chieftain in the last panel on our page 43).
"Buckskin" is of special interest because it's an early job by Harry Anderson, who over the next few years became incredibly good. It's hard to guess that from this example, although some of Anderson's stylistic traits are evident. A few shots of Bucky's eagle are rather approximate, but Anderson makes up for it with his malnourished glowing dogs. The story is okay despite cringeworthy lines like "It's Buckskin, America's Defender of Liberty!" Just like real kids would say. Isn't it odd that Nazi infiltrators would parade around America in full uniform? In stories featuring American spies in Germany, the spies don't wear U. S. Army fatigues. Whatever. It's the Golden Age.
In a series titled "Captain Gallant and his Mini-Sub" I expect to see a mini-sub! One clear shot and that appears to have been swiped from "Rex, King of the Deep." The colorist certainly earned his/her pay, drawing all those lines on Gallant's T-shirt. Another asbestos suit...wonder how many GA villains died of mesothelioma. It must be a sturdy suit, though--a powder keg blows up on his back and the nameless leader runs away with only a few tears. Mark Arthur Schneider was so proud of his work he signed it twice (though it should have read "Mark Arthur Schneider with Alex Raymond and Burne Hogarth"). Dig that bod on Peg-Leg! The old guy must belong to a gym.
The ads are interesting enough but what really piques my curiosity is the contest on the inside front cover. Custom-made original drawings given to three lucky kids. Talk about collectibles! Wonder if any survived. Or, for that matter, if the publisher ever actually gave them away.