Except for the Beatles, only H. G. Eyeball gives you eight days a week. In this case I had just one more flying saucer entry I wanted to show, two stories of a boy and his Martians.
The Eyeball hopes you have enjoyed this week, and remember, if you see a flying saucer, smile and say hello. Next time we'll go back into to the mox nix box, and you don't know what you're going to see. Even I don't know!
If only they had listened to me...I know the secret! I know what they're doing here on earth! And soon...soon it will be too late! By page 9 in fact...it will be too late!
It didn't take publishers very long to find out that putting flying saucers on the covers of magazines, books and comics got sales. Next to sex, that is. Nothing sells like sex. Maybe sex in a flying saucer?