Lois Lane has gone to see her former college boyfriend perform as Mephistopheles in touring production of Faust. Which leads to the following bit of idle chit-chat:







Well, after continuing to prove his bona fides by making Superman propose and unpropose and propose yet again, "Satan" reveals to the audience that he is really...

Lois: I could kill for a burger right now.
Superman: What a rash thing to say! Lois must be taught a lesson!!
But what about those purprted souls of Scarface Malone and his gang?

Continuing the stunt, Superman/Satan offers Lois a way out:


It turns out that by this time, Lois has sussed out that it's really Superman ("Satan's" handwriting on that contract, you see, was identical to Superman's. And of course Lois had memorized what Superman's handwriting looks like). So she's sticking it to the guy:

Fortunately, Silver Age authors realized that married heroes were anathema, with no good stories to tell (except for imaginary ones). So Lois lets him off the hook:




From Lois Lane #41 (1963), as reprinted in Lois Lane #86 (1968).
1 comment:
Lois smacking him in the face with her bouquet may be one of the greatest panels I've ever seen.
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