X-Men #14, November 1965
In Which We Discover The Lost Sensual Art of Wing Taping, That Even Crazed Bigots Have A Modicum of Self-Preservation, And That There Is No Word In The English Language More Terrifying Than… Anthropologist.
X-Men #13, September 1965
In Which We Learn That Demon Warriors Get All The Best Bondage Gear, That The Days of Professor X Running In Manhattan’s Elite Social Circles Are Over, And That The Juggernaut Likes To Get It From Behind!
X-Men #12, July 1965
In Which We Learn That Children Should Never Be Told What Their Grenades Do, That Kim Jong-Il May Have A Future In Convention Cosplay, And That The Butler Did It! Did He Ever!
X-Men #11, May 1965
In Which We Learn That Facial Hair Makes The Mystery Man, What Happens When Cyclops Gets Hassled By “The” Man, And That Where There Is Haberdashery There Is Evil. Vertically Adjacent Evil. Hey, It’s Rent Controlled, What Can You do?
X-Men #10, March 1965
In Which We Learn That Color TV Or Not One Must Always Knock Before Entering Warren’s Room, That Tyrannosaurs And Pyramids Are An Unpleasant Mix At Best, And Hospitality Thy Name Is Not Ape Man.
X-Men #9, January 1965
In Which We Learn That James Cameron Ain’t Got Nothing On Lee and Kirby, What Exactly Makes Thor’s Mjolnir Quiver, And That Geography Was Probably Not Stan Lee’s Strongest Subject.
X-Men #8, November 1964
In Which We Learn That Water Towers Are Not Toys, That Plan G-5 Is Code For Emasculation, And That The Only Thing Truly Untouchable About Marlboros are Their Cool, Smooth Flavor.
X-Men #7, September 1964
In Which We Learn Why The Brotherhood Has A Constant Cauldron Shortage, Where Beast Feet Are Beat Feet, And Why You Should Never Ice Improvise.
X-Men #6, July 1964
In Which We Are Warned of an Impending Schooner Pestilence of Ishmaelian Proportions, Learn Whether Fur Remains Murder In the Briney Deeps, and Discover What I’ve Chosen to Wear For Next Samhain.
X-Men #5, May 1964
In Which We Discover That Some Parents Could Stand To Be A Little More Overprotective, The Joys and Wonders That Were Pre-Olympic Track Meets, And Exactly Why Professor X Looks So Darn Smug.
