You can only imagine the righteous anger of a ten-year old comic book enthusiast who read this article and came across the name of Him, the Evil One, the guy who almost spoiled it for everyone, the hysteric who nearly destroyed comics entirely. The madman! The prude! The wierd guy who saw things that weren't there, and thought there was something wrong with a baseball game that used intestines to mark the infield. Yes, him, Dr. Frederick Wertham.

Inver House? Not that rare. If you can advertise it in TV Guide, it's not that rare. Note the absence of ads for, say, Faberge eggs.