Another very bizarre issue of Teen Love Stories, which, like Blazing Combat, was banned from sale at PX bases around the country (not really, but wouldn't that have made for a great story?).
We open with another absurdly-long British romance comic story, titled "Just Her Luck", which is uncredited and runs thirty-six pages. The art is more more of a 60s-vibe, and is actually pretty nice. Like the first issue, this story contains no periods at the end of any sentences. What, was punctuation still be rationed over there in the 60s for the war effort?
Next is an article simply called "Pot." It's very good-intentioned, and funny as hell to read. After that, Samantha Kirk is back to help you with your love problems, and then we have some horoscopes (hmm, apparently I shouldn't be so stubborn when he asks me to go to the game or go bowling. good advice).
And then after that, we have the return of everybody's favorite, way-too-happy-to-the-point-of-being-disturbing male columnist, Chuck, in "Ask Chuck." Unfortunately, since the publication of the first issue, I think Chuck got a little ahead of himself and became convinced he needed to kick his answers up a notch. What was a weird-yet-harmless advice column for girls has become a weird, Nietzsche-an foray into existentialism and self-hate:

"...sooner or later you'll hate me. Everybody does." Whoa. Chuck, want to talk about it?
What could follow that? Well, there's an article on "How to Make Your Summer Romance Last", but it just goes by in a blur as you try to recover from "Ask Chuck." Then there's yet another article, called "Shhhh!!! Things You Never Tell A Boy"--perhaps things like "I have a crush on a columnist named Chuck."
Nurse Ellen Andrews is back with her medically-oriented advice column, with helpful reverse-type headers like "LSD", "Chapped Lips", and "Shaving Legs." Then we've got our movie-and-music column, "Flicks and Discs", telling us to "pay attention to The Tremeloes. We think they're going to be of the (emphasis theirs) important groups. And they're all adorable, too!"(emphasis mine)
At the end we've got some Captain Company-esque ads, except they're all for music fan clubs and posters, not a 6 ft. Frankenstein cut-out in sight (*sigh*). And, again like last issue, we end with a bunch of wallet photos of "Boys You'd Like to Love." You know, boys like Trini Lopez (age thirty), Hans Gudegast (???), and...Terence Stamp??? Kneel before Zod, teenage girls!
Labels: teen love stories, warren