The least interesting part of comics, for me, are the comics themselves. After a while every ghoul tale or Western drama or superhero opera starts to look the same; the juvenile comics aimed at the pre-teen group are unreadable, and the romance comics push the most absurd notions of human interaction.

The ads are different. The ads bring back more memories than the comics themselves. I can’t tell you what the Kingpin said to Spidey before he knocked him across the room, but I remember the grainy pictures of the kids who sold seeds, the promise of 150 Army Men, the Polaris sub (fits two!), the poorly-printed Ju-jitsu ad, the poster of a snarling armed criminal with all his karate-sensitive pain points highlighted, Charles Atlas making me feel guilty for not being Charles Atlas or even trying, 500 free stamps, peace-sign patches Mom could iron on my jean jacket, Van-Dyke Moustache kits,  and of course the X-Ray Specs. They probably couldn’t see through girls’ clothing. Even if they did work you’d just see bones. But they’d be girl bones.

This site is devoted to the advertising in old comics. It begins with illustrated pseudo-comics, moves on seed-and-salve selling, muscle ads, guns, cereal, candy, bikes, the ads of the 60s and 70s (my childhood, and hence of great interest to the world) and finally, ten tons of stuff that doesn’t belong elsewhere.

--Lileks April 09

UPDATE: Everything's been rejiggered and resized for 2014, except for "Comic Ads in Comics." There's just too much of it. Later, perhaps.

Also, a note on sources: these come from the Comics newsgroups on Usenet, the work of many pseudonymous scanners who have done a grand job of saving the past. None are taken from Internet sites. That wouldn't be fair.