Here's where the air gets wavy and I start the voiceover for the nostalgic scene:
When I was a boy, I bought comic books because the whole darn book was entertaining, including house ads and letter columns, and usually with either 3 complete stories or sometimes a 'book-length novel'—all for a thin dime. When the price went up to 12 cents, it was a little shocking for an 8, 9, 10 year old, whatever I was, but the editors explained it so that even an 8, 9, 10 year old, whatever I was, could understand.
A few years later the price went up again to 15 cents, and again the editors explained. By then I was a working teen and had enough money that 3 more cents each was very reasonable. And you know why? Because each comic was STILL entertaining, including house ads and letter columns, and usually with either 3 complete stories or more likely those days a "book-length novel", and every other page wasn't a full page ad or spread that completely disrupted the flow of a story.
I don't even know what comics cost these days, but I would have to think there is a limit to how much the price can rise for a simple comic. Could it EVER come to $9.95 for a simple comic book? I guess that's why these days it must be that every other page is a four-color slick ad for a computer game or whatever.
Nostalgic old fart, over and out.