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    ‘ OO featuring ROSEY the ROBOT by HANNA-BARBERA KEYS OF KNOWLEDGE The HISTORY of FLIGHT NUMBER 8 Aviation Comes of Age Aviation grew up in World War I. Aerial This is one of a series of Information features in Gold Key combat required speed and maneuverability, Comics: Collect the whole series for useful knowledge. and planes to fill the need were demanded. Fokker in Germany, de Haviland in England, A quarter-century later, the World War II and Curtiss in America worked furiously to dive bombers, Flying Fortresses, and Zeros produce faster fighters and heavier bombers. bore little resemblance to their ancestors. Plane-against-plane dogfights of World War I Helicopters had developed, too. Since they gave way to huge flying squadrons. Speeds could hover or land where planes could not, were now up to four hundred miles per hour. their use in rescue work saved many lives. ROSEYS ener GOOP OL! ROSEY THE ROBOT TO THE RESCUE | DRINK IT ALL... WITH A GLASS OF WATER TO COOL HIS HOT BEEP... RELAX, 5 TEMPERS / SiR... BEEP... BEEP... SO THAD MY 100,000 MILE OVERHAUL... BEER... . a SPOSASTER Please send notice on Ferm 3579 to Kit Pubiatons, Inc. Poureesse, NewYork: ‘THE JETSONS, eplembe! dats Published Bi-mouthy by x, Publis ine, Poughhcapia, New Noth, In costition with Colden Press, Ine. Fealesten for secohd-caés entry pending at Poughkeepsie, New 'York. Subseriptian price’in the U.SyA. bse seritions ‘$1.15. fr; Canadian ‘ect ions. doe pet year all rights. reserved Saar Droduced and printed In the U Sm. by Wastern Prine & itera 9. opiight © CHANGES OF ADDRESS should reach us five Woes I fhe net lexus dat, Give oth yo adarecsensioing fossa your eld adress late Gesaned, tions, Inc, id and lr BUT I THOUGHT I WAS Y I CAN'T HELP IT LOOK AT IT THIS WAY, GEORGE THROUGH PAYING WHEN |THAT MY ARMATURE SEY'S PROBABLY GOOD FOR. 1 BOUGHT YOU AT THE NEEDED REWINDING! "ANOTHER re FREE 100,000 ROBOT FACTORY! 4 7 OKAY, ROSEY...I'LL GIVE YOU ANOTHER: CE ne aoe MILES, H, ' EXCUSE... BEEF... I'M SURE ANEW I MUST HAVE A ELECTRICAL SHORT CIRCUIT... SYSTEM BEEP! WIL.» WILL, GOOD-BEEP-) Barat AND since You CAN'T EVEN GIVE AWAY ZNO HAND ROBOTS WITH POWER PROBLEMS... e SORRY, BUT I HAVE TO CAW YOU, ROSEY! 7 G000- BY, \_ ING! A ( ROSEY... | oye SNIFF) J , coe f I'M CRYING BECAUSE OF ALL THE WORK TILL HAVE TO DO NOW! DEAR! THIS IS RUGGED LIVING ! WHAT'S WRONG W HE'S ACCUSTOMED TO ay WITH HIM? UGH! OBEYING ONLY ROSEYS THERE'S MY ee , HEY, I WANT ROSEY TO LISTEN TO THE HUM IN } AY ACCEL-A-GRAVITATOR AND TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG WiTH IT! aca oe Y I THINK I'LL Buzz BY 800-HOOS I'M GOING TO RUTHIE OROCKET'S PLACE | LOSE ZIP OVER ROSEY! «SHE'S GOT A NEW — MODEL MAID THAT DIGS RODS,TOO! GOSH! ROSEY'S i ‘TALENTS WERE MANY? HEY, POP,..ROSEY ALWAYS READS SHE LEFT OFF ON PAGE 216 OF ME A STORY AT NAP TIMI PILGRIM'S PROGRESS; DON'T HAVE IT a I WANNA HEAR, THE MEMORIZED 5 ELECTRONIC REST OF THE STORY! LIKE ROSEY? BRAINS WAHAL BOO-HOO! T CAN'T FIGURE OUT THE CODE FOR DINNER! I_WANNA — story! WHAA! SHE'S MORE THAN SHE'S THE VERY. JUST A MACHINE... BACKBONE OF THIS - = HOUSEHOLD... HALT! DON'T BLAST THAT TRASH INTO OUTER SPACE... OUR MAID'S: ABOARD! SHE SNATCHED UP AN ANTIQUE ) SWEEPER AND HEADED FOR THE LITTER ALONG THE MONORAIL BEEP. fe I HOPE WE GET TO THE TRASH-BLAST. PAD BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE! LATEST DUMPINGS - -| ARE STILL OVER THERE! - CONTENT TO TAKE IT EASY... BEEP... THAT'S OUR ROSEY! CAN'T STAND UNTIDINESS AND LITTER ROSEY! COME HOME! Be = it's sust A cARD PUNCHED FULL OF EH? SHE'S EXCITED HOLES, ROSEY! ABOUT SOMETHING! BEEP... IT'S A CODE,..BEEP... A CHEMICAL FORMULA. BEEP... IMPORTANT? ‘IT'S PRO- FESSOR KOOLTOP’S FORMULA FOR INSTANT TENNIS SHOES! | WHY, IT MUST HAVE BLOWN OUT HERE... CAN YOU | OF MY POCKET THROUGH THE USE A HUNDRED a MONORAIL WINDOW! j DOLLAR REWARD? / MAINTENANCE = = EXPENSES! @ ) INDEED! BEEP...WELL, WHO NEEDS WHO NOW? BEEP, YES... BEEP... A FAMILY WHO REALLY CARES FORME... BEER... EVEN A ROBOT.HAS SOME FEELINGS: NOW THAT I CAN PAY MY OWN BILLS, MAYBE I'LL CHOOSE TO. ADOPT A MEER FAMILY! ‘AND TO PROVE IT, WE'LL GIVE YOU A ] DAY OFF =e STARTING Hoa Barbro BIRDS WITHOUT FEATHERS GEORGEmAASTRO DON'T STICK TOGETHER ASTRO AND I ARE GOING BEEP-BIRD HUNTING! BYE-BYE! MODERN HUNTING IS SO NICE...NO SWEET LITTLE ANIMALS GET HURT! |-FOR A BEEP-BIRD AND SHOT DOWN BEEP-BIRD BY SOME TRIGGER-HAPPY HUNTER! i SHOOTING RANGE ppm GET YOUR SCOREBOARD PUNCHED WHEN YOU TURN IN YOUR BEEP-BIRDS: Cony E_| LET'S GO HUNTING, PS FAITHFUL FETCHER! [S| AN-HA! THERE'S j] ONE OF THE SLEEK | LITTLE BEEPERS! I HOPE I GET AT LEAST FIVE TODAY! THAT'LL BRING ME UP TO PAR ON MY SCORE CARD! AND MEANWHILE, NEXT To HMM... ASTRO MUST BE THE SHOOTING RANGE... HANING TROUBLE FINDING THAT BEEP-BIRD. YOU TOLD ME-THE POLICe WOULDN'T THEY DIDN'T, SPIKE! THIS DIZZY FIND US HERE INTHE DUMP! ROBOT BIRD FELL ON YOU! SCAT! BEAT IT OR I'LL BOP YOU, FIDO! POOR ASTRO! HOW CAN HE RETURN EMPTY- ‘OH,WELL...THERE'S PLENTY OF MOUTHED TO HIS MASTER? OTHER STUFF TO BRING BACK! * | HUH? THAT Looks Like THE A/V OF A SPACE CAR! bk! I= MUST'VE SHOT DOWN A SPACE CAR WITHOUT REALIZING IT! 7 YOO-HOO! WHERE ARE fy NOU? I'M SO SORRY! Yoo-Hoo! ‘SURE...ELECTRONIC SPRAY FROM MY HIT ON THE BEEP-BIRD MECHANISM OF A SPACE CAR THAT STRAYED OVER THE RANGE! SOMEBODY SHH! LET'S APOLOGIZED! TAKE A PEE) | OH, MISERAB! ESS! ESS THE PEOPLE IN THE SPACE CAR | ] I SHOT DOWN CAN'T HEAR BECAUSE THEY'RE UNCONSCIOUS! COME ON, SPIKE...HERE'S A SWELL | CHANCE 70 PICK UP SOME EXTRA MONEY! TLET'S MOVE THIS WRECK OUT IN THE SHOOTING RANGE AREA...T JUST AS I SAY! ANYTHING YOU SAY “YOU'RE THE BOSS! 4 | I'M COMING, YOU POOR VICTIMS OF MY CARELESSNESS! | PATIENT! PATIENT... J I'M ON MY WAY! AS SOON AS I GET SOMETHING THAT LOOKS A LITTLE LIKEA DOC'S BAG! AHEM! DON'T TALK, YOU JERK...ER, I MEAN, YOU MIGHT UERK YOUR POOR INJURED BODY! WHEW!) IT'S Lucky YOU HAPPENED TO BE PASSING BY, SIRE TCH! TCH! HOW DO YOU FEEL, YOU POOR BADLY-INJURED HOSPITAL CASE, IF HERE... LET ME PAY THE EXPENSES! IT'S ALL MY FAULT! BOCTOR? iT LOOKS "MORE LIKE YOURE A BRUSH T FEEL TERRIBLE...'CAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANY DOUGH TO PAY THE DOCTOR BILL! BUT I'LL SETTLE FOR JUST WHAT YOU HAVE THERE! ER...YOU'RE WELCOME! SALESMAN! LET'S SCRAM, SPIKE! . - UGH! AND MY ELECTRONIC’ WE'VE GOT HIS DOUGH! RIFLE ONLY STOPS Ae FLECTROMIC DEVICE: NOT CROOKS ON FOOT! Jen..A SEEP- BIRD! “TLL JUST RESET ITS CiRCUIT BREAKER... SAY-Y...I WONDER... LIKE THE MAN AT THE GATE DOES ...SO - % IT CAN FLY AGAIN Le ONLY I'LL START IT OUT ON A LOW~ ALTITUDE, CROOKWARD COURSE... WELL, IT'S A LOW SCORE FOR ME TODAY, BEEP-BIRD-WISE! BUT iN ANOTHER WAY I'M DOING OKAY... I SORT OF FEEL Like L ‘ONE OF THOSE OLD~ FASHIONED 207H CENTURY DEER ERS! Lire SHOULD BE JIM DANDY FOR ELROY JETSON, BUT... I WANNA SLEEP A LITTLE LONGER! Z-2-2- MY,NOU HAVE A BRIGHT AND SHINY LITTLE FACE THIS MORNING! WELL, IT'S STRICTLY BY ACCIDENT, MOM... oe? ae: ‘f TO Noy, T MADE THE MISTAKE | DON'T TALK WITH OF BENDING OVER TO | FOOD IN YOUR LOOK AT MY SHOES: MOUTH, DEAR! WHILE THE AUTOMATIC ‘SHOE SHINER. te STILL... THIS DOGGONE FEEDER DOES | HUMPH! CUT ITOUT! CAN'T. EVERYTHING BUT CHEW A GUY EVEN WIPE HIS OWN FOR A Guy! | MOUTH ON HIS SLEEVE... wel, 2M TIRED OF SITTING! fmm] f TLL RUN 70 THE 70BE A I'M GOING TOU TO SCHOOL TODAY... BEEP! HOW DARE YOU RUN BEEP! BON OM, TRANSISTOR AND RA/SE DUST! BEEP! fim VOYAGE! BEEP! |_| TROUBLE TO YOU! FOILED BY THE ; FOOLPROOF WELL, BYE-BYE, ELROY! BE A GOOD BOY AT SCHOOL! 7 ELSE, MOM! GOOD- BY! YES, IN THE MODERN CLASSROOM NO ONE CAN GET INTO TROUBLE... BECAUSE THEY CAN'T GET OUT OF THEIR TUBES... ONE GOOD THING...THE TEACHING METHODS ARE SO SUPER THAT I'M ONLY IN SCHOOL TWO HOURS! ER...1'D LIKE SOME EXERCISE FOR ‘A CHANGE, IF YOU DON'T MIND! ATTENTION... ALL EAR PHONES ON, | AND LOOK AT SCREEN "MATH"! THEN I'LL SEND YOU TO THE PLAYGROUNDS THe PLAYGROUND? THE PLAYGROUND |S NO MORE EXERCISE THAN GOING TO SCHOOL...THE LQUIPMENT GETS ALL THE EXERCISE! SHAME ; ELROY... IT COST A LOTOF MONEY TO BUILD THAT MODERN PLAYGROUND! WELL, I THINK | I'LL DO MY | HOMEWORK FIRST! AT LEAST, PUSHING THIS] PENCIL IS AL/77ZE BIT OF EXERCISE! NY! TM GETTING ABRAINSTORM. ae . NOW TO 00 A LITTLE ff } ELEMENTARY WIRE | SWITCHING! HEY, MOM... I'LL GO TO THE PLAYGROUND, NOW! HAVE FUN, LITTLE ONE! 3 THAT'S THE SPIRIT, ELROY! i TILL ASK-THE PLAYGROUND ATTENDANT 0 00 IT FOR ME... NES, TM POSITIVE...YOUR SON DO You THINK THE TUBE | \S WOT ON THE PLAYGROUND! MAY Bie Wn A THE TUBES ARE ALL LEAKPROOF! ee T REMEMBER SEEING A SMALL] | OWOH..TAOPE HE DON'T SOW DOWN THE MOOV TUNNEL! | | AWAY ABOARD THE MOON ROCKET! |NOW! WHAT'S THE THANK GOODNESS YOU DIDN'T MAKE IT | BIS IDEA 2 ABOARD THE MOON ROCKET! T NEVER RIED, MOM: a = a ae 3 as T LOVE MY FAMILY TOO MUCH TO JUST CAME HERE ‘CAUSE IT'S GOOD GO TO THE OLD, COLD MOON» SLIDING \N THESE LONG PASSAGES: s 1S SORTA FUN! BUT YOU NEEDN'T SEEK HUH? EVERY- HEH! I THINK IF WE JUST TURN SUCH PLEASURES QUT- THING AT OFF THE MAIN POWER SWITCH SIDE OF HOME, SON HOME 1S. FOR AN HOUR EVERY DAY, YOU'LL. OMe GET YOUR SHARE OF EXERCISE! REALLY, FATHER THIS 1S PRIMITIVE Two ghosts hovered in the air in front of the house of J. Evil Scientist. The night was dark and stormy, and the wind whipped around the old castle-like structure, while lightning streaked and crashed across the sky. (Did you ever notice how ghost stories always start on dark and stormy nights? I mean, you'd think ghosts never went out on warm, ‘sunny afternoons at all.) “This looks like an ideal spot,” said Gun- ther Ghost to his companion. “It sure does," replied Spangler Spook. “It is old and crumbling and about to fall apart. It's in a dismal area. It doesn't look fike it has any modern conveniences, and it ‘seems plentycold. In short, everything a ghost could ask for in a house. Let’s move right in no use looking any further.”” “But there are lights in the window. Some- body already lives here,” worried Gunther. “They won't stick around long after we move in,” laughed Spangler with a howling cackle that would scare a zombie stiff (except that zombies are already stiff). Without more ado, they flitted through the solid door into the dark, forbidding house. First, they looked into the laboratory where J. Evil was working on his latest invention—a light bulb that would make ereryinite dark when you turned it on. “We'll, give him the old chain treatment. That is always a sure way to start them run- nig,’ said Gunther. Spangler and Gunther rattled their heavy chains and howled at the top of their lungs to scare J. Evil. He looked around angrily from his bench, “How dare you bother me when I'm working! You must be a couple of Junior’s dumb friends. I'll teach you a lesson!"" ‘Saying that, he turned on his robot servant and commanded it to grab the ghosts and give them a good thrashing. This the robot did, even though spanking a spook isn't easy. “That guy must be nuts,” wailed Spangler, as they went upstairs, rubbing their bruised hides. “He wasn’t even scared of us.” Then they passed Mrs. J. Evil's bedroom. She had her back turned to them, as she put cream on her face. “Come on. Women are always easy to scare, We'll at least get her out of the house,”” said Spangler Spook. They crept up behind Goonda and wailed at the top of their lungs. Goonda spun around and looked straight at the ghosts. “EEEEYOWWWWWWWWW!El”" That wasn't Goonda. It was the ghosts, after they had seen Goonda with all her cream on her face and her hair up in curlers. “Isn't there anybody in this house we can terrorize? They're all scarier than we are," said Gunther. Just then they both spotted Junior's room. “Everybody knows kids are the easiest of anybody to scare,” grinned Gunther, as they glided into Junior's room. Half an hour later they dragged themselves out, after escaping from a game of “pin the tail on the ghost.” “Don't leave,”’ Junior yelled after the flee- ing spooks. “I wanted to try out my new toy guillotine.” As the sadder-but-wiser ghosts swished out of the house into the cold, dark night, they met another ghost who was about to enter. He, too, had the idea of moving in. "| wouldn’t go in there if 1 were you," Gunther and Spangler cried in unison. “The place is haunted!” Dati TWO FIDDLERS ARE Har Har CHE APER THAN THREE HI DE HI, HO DE HO— UP AND DOWN IGO! THE OTHER RAN OFF WITHA Loup cry! MY # EYESIGHT IS NOT WHAT {T USED TO. BE...BUT I'M oS I BEE TWO AND NOT WHEN YOU HEAR US PLAY, HOU EL KNOW wa! WN > Si 'TIS ALL RIGHT WITH ME! THEN WITH A GRIN, THE KING BID THEM TO PLAY, TWO FIDDLERS ARE A DECISION HE'D REGRET THE REST OF THE DA CHEAPER THAN THREE! a oT ee THE MUSIC THEY PLAYED WAS QUITE FEARFUL, ALL RAN FROM THE ROOM AT FIRST EARFUL: HOW THEY GOT SUCH SOLINDS FROM A FIDDLE, 16 THIS DAY IS A GREAT BIG OLD RIDDLE! BAD? IT's AWFUL! I HEREBY DECLARE IT UNLAWFUL! zi ian COME ON BACK freq] YOU'LL MAKE BEFORE WE Us THINK OUR PLAYING FOR DISLOCATING MY BUT AS THEY COME CLOSER, ROYAL EAR-I ORDER | LIPPY STARTED TO PLAY— | NOU LOCKED UP-FOR, NO MORTAL COULD-STAND THAT, AYEAR} \ Hl] SO THE GUARDS RAN AWAY. | > AR NT STOP! NOUR WEAPONS BUT FIRST, HAVE ME DEFEATED! S LET ME SEE JUST GO AWAY AND YOU : THOSE WON'T BE ILL-TREATED! THINGS ~ : TT JUST WANT! TO LOOK AT THE STRINGS! WE HOPE YOU THAT |S...SOMETIMES! WON'T KEEP \ ARREST THEM FOR THEM, YOUR ; THEIR CRIMES! OLD KING COLE WAS A FIBBING OLD SOLIL- [ MPH! FINE THING ! YES, AFIBBING OLD SOUL WAS HE... peice enes 3 ‘TRI OH (WHINE!) WHAT WILL WE DO? MEANWHILE, THE KING HAD THE BLUES THIS |S LIKE BEING LOCKED IN AZOO} AS HE SUDDENLY GOT SOME BAD NEWS. — oe __ ik ane arenas (ULP!) THE NAUGHTY AND WE DON'T HAVE AHA! AROYAL IDEA HAS | I KNIGHT GANG IS ENOUGH MEN TO HATCHED. IN MY BRAIN~ fey ABOUT TO ATTACK! | DRIVE THEM BACK! AWAY TO DEFEAT THEM Fa 3 WITHOUT ANY STRAIN TAKE THESE UP TO THE TOWER,GUARD= THEN WE'LL ALL HOLD ‘OUR EARS,AND HARD! UPPY AND HARDY BEGAN TO PLAY. EEK! T FRIGHTENED THE INVADERS x SE SOUNDS It WHAT A. HORRIBLE THING! VE 1. ee 3 OLD KING COLE |S STILL A MERRY SOUL’ AND SO ARE LIPPY AND HARDY— W@} COURT HEROES IS THEIR BRAND-NEW ROLE » AND LIFE 1S ONE LONG PARTY... FIDDLING AROUND PAYS dines DOUBLE DATING SURE, I'M GOOD FOR SOMETHING BESIDES TALKING ABOUT HOT SPACE RODS, JUDY... SEE? I CAN WIGGLE MY EARS! WE'RE FINISHED, ORVIE... WASHED-UP. GOOD-BY FOREVER! WHEN YOU'RE: FEELING BETTER! BOO-HOO...BRICK O'BRACK AND I HAVE SPLIT-UP...B00-HOO.. SPISE HIM: OH, ORVIE, YOUR. BEHAVIOR IS STRICTLY PREHISTORIC! NOW IF I ONLY KNEW WHERE TO GET A HE-MAN TYPE BOYFRIEND! MAYBE SUSAN: HAS SOME IDEAS! BRICK O'BRACK... THE HE-MAN CAPTAIN OF THE SCHOOL FOOSH~ BALL TEAM! ZOWS LOOK, SUE... FORGET ABOUT BRICK... \1 4 TLL TELL YOU WHERE YOU CAN FIND ORVIE ORBIT, MY EX- BOYFRIEND! ORVIE ORBIT? | OH, HE'S CUTER 3 THAN A BARREL FLILLA MARTIANS:! BECOME ACQUAINTED WITH THE SCHOOL TEAM'S: FOOSHBALL CAPTAIN.» P_-WE'S NOT PAVING THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF ATTENTION TO ME, HE'S TOO BUSY PLAYING FOOSHBALL! TO TRICKY TACTICS OF MY OWN. i NOW IT'S ONLY ACCIDENTALLY LAND : ‘A MATTER OF ON THE SPONGY = ay MAKING A BALL FIELD... i Vaw, z'LL Bet YOU SAY THAT JO ALL THE BIG, HANDSOME FOOSHBALL PLAYERS! HUH? HOW DID THIS | HAPPEN? YOU'RE |, VIOLATING OUR \_AIR SPACE! YES, I KNOW... TEE-HEE..1M SO HAPPY TO MEET BIG OLD YOU! HEY-HEY! WHAT'S GOING ER, SORRY, SIR.., I INTERCEPTED ‘ON OUT THERE? CUTIE BY MISTAKE! a aces CALL FOR ME AND $0, DATE TIME ARRIVES. THE MAID SURE GETS THE PLACE SUPERCLEAN WITH HER BUSY- BUSY GEAR ENGAGED! “AW, A GUY CAN'T SPY ON His SIS AT ALL ANY MORE? AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST. ‘BUT ONE AND A HALF HOURS LATER... ORVIE WAS NEVER LATE LIKE THIS WHEN HE WAS MY BOYFRIEND! . i009 HOPE BRICK IS PROMPT ABOUT [KEEPING Dates! BRICK! WHAT TOOK YOU $0 LONG? | ELL, IT'S NOT ‘CAUSE I WAS MISSED THE TURN-OFF ON THE SPACEWAY AND HAD TO ORBIT ALL AROUND THE EARTH TO GET BACK TO THE SAME: wee PACE CAINE

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