I'm not a great Abbott and Costello fan and I didn't expect much from this book. It was a disappointment all the same. I am perplexed by its lack of technical sophistication. I could buy this as a 1941 comic, but as a 1951 comic both story and art are antiquated and inept.
The author didn't put much effort into creating a smoothly-flowing, comprehensible story. I hate the way he sticks important action into captions instead of showing them with a sequence of panels. The most egregious example appears on page 27. The explanation of the "mystery" should have been a big scene. Instead the writer crams it into a throwaway caption. I'm also annoyed by his use of captions like, "the scene is..." and "our scene shifts to..." This is sloppy 1920s style writing.
The art is old-fashioned too. Even the balloons have those long stringy pointers that went out of fashion with The Gumps. Charles Payne's clumsy figures are generic bigfoot characters from 1920s and early-1930's humor strips. They constantly strike weird poses that don't match the action. A good example is page 29 panel 3, when the cowboys react to the widow's picture. The first man in line with his hands out makes sense, but what about the others? Especially the last fellow, who appears to be scratching poison ivy. Payne seems aware that his drawing is lacking, because he sells his poses by filling the panel with jiggle lines, flying hats, and exclamation marks. The absolute worst is the next-last panel of the story, with a caption pointing at the Indians that reads, "When the gun crashed into the brush!" Arrrggh!
The comic offers a few funny gags (courtesy of the original screenplay) but otherwise it's an anachronistic, bewildering mess.
Oh, about the text story. This is a single-paragraph gag stretched to two pages. A single sentence could have set up distracted Benny and the teacher's question, and an edited version of the last sentence would have delivered the goods. This reminds me of a dime novel author I read about. He'd write the first and last sentences of a page, then turn out line after line of padding until the typesetters said they had enough to fill the page.