In the cavernous big-city terminals and at dinky way stations the story had been the same: bored G.I.s and other wartime travelers swarmed over the newsstands like locusts. The magazines did not have to be too good; they sold anyway. They also sold like hot cakes to the forces overseas, and in camps at home. But by last week things were getting back to normal, and many a publisher's wartime boom was going bust.
The comics were hit first. Outgrowing the moppet market, they had tapped a ready-made public: the soldiers loved them. At the...
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