Tom versus the Flash number 163 or again with the fake beard.

Welcome back for the Flash number 163, the August 1966 issue, featuring a cover

pencils by Carmine Infantino and inked by Joe Giella. I have to mention one of my favorite

covers of the Flash, even though he's got a pretty mouth on this issue. I have to mention one of my favorite covers of the Flash, even though he's got a, he's got a

pretty mouth on this issue, I have to say. It looks a little weird, but I just love the cover.

Stop, don't pass up this issue. My life depends on it. That's right, kids, if you don't read

this, you're going to kill the Flash. That's classic comic book marketing. It was edited by Julie Schwartz.

The first story of this issue is The Flash Stakes His Life on You, written by John Broome,

Pencil bar Carmine Infantino and inked by Joe Giella.

This is actually the first issue where the credits are put on the first page.

It doesn't even say writer, just says their names, Broome Infantino and Giella. We start this issue. Near the water,

the river bank in Central City, where a child is, of course, playing by herself near the water,

as will happen in a city filled with orphans, this is going to happen. Kids are going to

play near water. She drops her doll and starts yelling because the doll is starting to sink when the flash happens to be nearby. Of course, runs across the water, grabs the doll, gives her back to the girl. His name is Alice, and she promised you she will never forget what the flash is done for her. Never, never, never, ever. That's how important that

doll is to her. It's how lucky she is that the Flash was nearby. This is important,

and we'll find out in a little bit, as we cut to a different part of town where dramatic science

is being enacted. You see a man, a bald man with the Raleigh-Fingers-esque mustache, shooting some beams at a cat that started experimenting on a cat.

There's a knock on the door, and his housekeeper has come in to bring milk for, she can't remember.

That's right. I bet it's for the cat, but for some reason, she can't remember the cat now.

The guy who goes by the name of Mr. Haddon, of course, acts like a dick to the housekeeper saying,

why would you bring milk in here? I don't have a cat. I don't know what's going on. Why are you doing this?

And she walks away, obviously confused. He's created some sort of beam, it appears, that can make

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