oh god yes

your no-prize makes my beard tingle with envy.

I actually got a few No-Prizes in the 80s, when they weren't mailing anything out anymore (I helped them cover a miscolored detail on Hobgoblin's costume in one issue of ASM, and a tattoo discrepancy in an issue of G.I.JOE), but the actual physical NoPrizes are awesome.

They're small envelopes with pictures of superheroes and big block letters reading "OFFICIAL NO-PRIZE ENCLOSED," which were (of course) mailed empty.

Again, I adore 60s Marvel's sense of company identity.

That is awesome - I've seen scans of them etc. before, but I had no idea they quit actually mailing them out that early - I knew it was kind of a done deal by the 90s, and I don't think they even acknowledge it now.

This whole thing is such an awesome weird corporate identity - hey kids, listen to this record in which the guys who make your comic books engage in REALLY stilted readings of old vaudeville routines! It's all so ridiculous and forced-collegian that you would almost believe that all these guys didn't end up fucking hating each other's guts.

I would also believe that much of that hate was predicated on being forced to do this album.

Except for the part where she's Edith Bunker.