Where are You Scrooge McDuck and the Rest of My Comic Book Collection?

Everyone has their particular horror-story aboutthere wasn't a tear or crease in any of
something they owned as a child that got thrownthem.After Mickey Mouse, the ones I liked the
away and is now worth a small fortune. It'smost were Scrooge McDuck and his square vault.
usually some trivial thing that was worthless atI had every one, including the jumbo issues. I'm
the time and became a collector's item and verynot sure why, but unca Scrooge seemed to hit a
valuable later. The only thing valuable that I savedresponsive chord. Maybe that's why I'm now a
from my youth was a windup GI Joe in a jeep.very frugal traveler. I also liked Batman,
It's still in mint condition, although the boxSuperman, Spidey and once in a while I'd buy a
disappeared many years ago. But I had tons ofTales from the Crypt. The horror books scared
things that I kept for years and then threw out.me, so I didn't buy many of them. At any rate, I
Usually at the prompting of my mother.had more than three hundred by the time I quit
Collectibles dealers know that boys usually threwbuying them at around age fifteen in 1954.
their stuff away. Girls still have their Barbies.Probably about the same time I stopped watching
That's why there's so many of them stillHowdy Doody. In 1961 I went into the army.
around.When I was very young I had all theWhen I came back, I lived at home until I got
Wheaties premiums that came out, starting withmarried. Every once in a while I would visit that
the clear-plastic goggles and the WWII patchestreasured stack of newsprint over the years. I'd
that came in the boxes just after WWII ended.take a look at them every time I visited the
Every time the Lone Ranger announced a newfolks.Sometime in the '80s I happened across a
gizmo, I'd send off a box-top and a dime. It reallystore that only sold comic books. Intrigued, I went
hurt when they raised the ante to a quarter. Myinside and started to go through the thousands of
favorites were a six-shooter ring and the onebook in their plastic jackets. Holy ****. A hundred
with the miniature atomic-bomb that you coulddollars for a Walt Disney Book?I told the owner
see sparkles in the dark if you looked into it in aabout my collection. He gave me a dubious look. I
dark closet. I had a great assortment ofexpect he had heard the same story from quite
magnifiers and whistles, but my favorite was aa few people. When I told him about the Disney
complete set of the Lone Ranger western town.books and the Uncle Scrooges, his eyebrows shot
It was a Cheerios premium. I didn't like Cheeriosup. "You really have them all?"Everyone, I told him.
that much but I ate many boxes just to get theNo lie.He reached under the counter and showed
buildings that came on the back of the box. Theyme a book he had with prices. Scrooge number
only put some of them there, like the barberone catlogued nearly $2000 in mint condition. The
shop. The rest, like the grain elevator and theothers in the hundreds of dollars each. One of the
map for the town, you had to buy from Generaljumbos was worth nearly a thousand. My Barker
Mills by mail. Whatever I got, I kept in immaculateDucks, which I also had a complete run, were all
condition. My buddies really hated me for notworth at least a hundred dollars each. The owner
letting them play with my things. I suppose that'ssaid he would have been happy to take any or all
where the collector in me started.Needless to say,of my comics on consignment and sell them for a
all the things I've mentioned are very collectible20% commission, but he would have to sell them
now. The complete frontier town sold for nearlyat about half the book price. He wished I had put
$1,500 in an on-line auction. But the one sold wasthem into bags, but seemed reassured when I
never cut out from the cereal boxes or removedtold him that the basement had a dehumidifier and
from the cardboard frames. I played with mythey were still in mint condition.As you can
town. Plastic soldiers regularly fought pitchedimagine, I rushed to my parent's house and
battles in the streets there until the Lone Rangerheaded straight for the basement. To my horror,
would show up to put an end to hostilities. Today,the comics were gone and my baby picture was
the six-shooter ring regularly sells for up to $200,sitting where I kept them."What did you do with
the atomic bomb ring for slightly less. Somewheremy comics?" I shouted."I didn't think you wanted
in some land-fill there's a box with all my box-topthem anymore so I threw them away."Do you
premiums. Worse, I expect there's another oneknow how to say matricide? She felt terrible
there, too. The one with my comic-bookwhen I told her what she had done. She said that
collection.I loved the Sunday funnies and liked theshe had wanted to do something with the
pictures, even if I couldn't read them. Oddlybasement for years and finally got around to it.
enough, my favorite was a little green man calledCouldn't she have waited just a bit longer?What's
Peter Pain in the Ben-Gay ads. Others were Dickthe point of the story? I'm not sure, except that
Tracy, Winnie Winkle, Li'l Abner and Terry and theI am convinced that what your heart treasures
Pirates. Mom or Dad would read me the captions.the most must have some value beyond it
When I could read myself, I spent all myphysical manifestation. I visited my comics for
allowance (and then some), on comic books. Theyears before I found out how much value they
one's I liked the best were the Disney comics. Ihad as a collectible. I imagine I would have kept
could talk Donald Duck talk so I really liked Donald.on, even if they hadn't become so valuable. Follow
But I had a special soft spot for Mickey Mouse.your heart. It may not be worth as much in
At one time the publisher used to run serials withdollars as my comic collection, but it will give you
Mickey and PegLeg Pete and I could hardly waitpleasure all your life.Oh yeah. GI Joe? He's got a
for the next episode. This was during the periodspecial place in a showcase in our living room. The
that comic-book experts call the Barker Duck era,last time I had him appraised he was worth about
and I had complete runs for several years from$200, but I would never sell him.Cheers from
the late 40s into the mid-50s. (I used to watchJohn.John Anderson is now a full-time writer. He
Howdy Doody until I was fifteen, I'm ashamed tohas also been a Teaching Assistant at the
say.) As I mentioned, I didn't let any of myUniversity of Minnesota, a noise- pollution
friends read my comics. I knew they wouldconsultant, a census enumerator, computer
damage them, somehow. They retaliated by notoperator, stock clerk, Army and Navy Reservist,
letting me read their's, but I didn't care. Over theand a dealer in collectibles. His first novel, The
years they remained in just-printed mint condition.Cellini Masterpiece, was published under the pen
The last time I looked at them, when I was inname of Raymond John.
my forties, the paper had yellowed a bit, but