All of the penciling was consistently done by one person and the inking was whoever could finish on time.
I was not too smart and constantly mouthed off and didn't know anything.
In other words, DC was never harmed by the paper shortages.
Everything was sensory and I never saw the structure in anything.
I was hired as a penciler.
It was exactly an assembly line. You could look into infinity down these rows of drawing tables.