One more Friday this month after this one, and I know I have more Twilight Zone comics.

From 1973, The Twilight Zone #50, cover by George Wilson.

He's no Howard Hughes, but millionaire pilot Lawes gets laid up after a busted test flight. Turning off his sun lamp, his nurse asks, how did he make his fortune? Crime, of course, silly! The nurse laughs it off, but Lawes was serious: he made his first fortune smuggling, but on his last run, he had seen a lost G.I. in the desert, but couldn't call in to get him help, since he was on an illegal flight. But, with a busted leg, Lawes isn't going anywhere, so the ghost of the G.I. finally catches up to him! Lawes tries to buy his way out of it, but the ghost doesn't need cash, he needs revenge, and has it all plannned out...Should be plenty of water in a hospital room, but Lawes comes up dry again and again. (Art by Adolpho Buylla.)

Another rich bastard comes to a bad end in "Nature's Way," as a billionaire puts reams of money into a cryogenic project, so he can be frozen upon his death and brought back in the future. And it works great!...except there's maybe one thing they can't cure even then. This is a little thin, but it's got Walt Simonson art!

The cover story, "Join the Club," features a burglar who lays an oil slick, to waylay a rich old socialite and make off with the fabled Starr Diamond. In the papers the next day, the socialite is just glad to be alive, since death had befallen three previous owners of the diamond; and the burglar nearly joins them when he drops his gun and almost blows his own head off. He then tries to force his superstitious fence to split the diamond, but the fence had been preparing for a bank job, and his works catch fire. The burglar escapes, but runs into the cops, who shoot at him but hit the diamond...but did they? The ending doesn't make a lick of sense; that happens every so often: I'm not sure a few more pages could've helped this one. (Art by Luis Dominguez.)

"Gypsy" is largely considered a slur nowadays; but it's used repeatedly in the last story; "The Vampire of East 29th Street." Anton Magyar may keep to the old ways, but his wife does not, and refuses to let him "fill their boy's head with that nonsense." She burns his "black box," not from an airplane, but Anton's magic supplies; and pawns a family heirloom, a candlestick that was protection against vampires and devils. Said candlestick is immediately bought by a vampire, part of the Evil Ones that had been hunting Anton; and they have a pretty good laugh confronting him. How could he fight without supplies? Could he get mandrake down at the supermarket? The wife is like zero help, and Anton is forced to run to lead the Evil Ones away from his son, but can he find the mystic ingredients he needs in the city? Oh, yeah; you can get everything in NYC, even if he has to run around a lot. Still, I'd be real mad at the wife; and I want to say most kids would also be sore if they missed seeing their dad melt some vampires.