It was exactly an assembly line. You could look into infinity down these rows of drawing tables.
I was hired to do as many Boy Commando, Newsboy Legion, and Sandman stories as I could.
Everything was sensory and I never saw the structure in anything.
DC used to print up all of their pages, they were the only company that did it.
But generally speaking, people weren't fired, art jobs were very hard to get, so something really calamitous had to happen to a person who was working there in order for you to find a space.
By the end of the 50s, everything began to collapse and, little by little, I lost all of my work. I lost Rex, the Wonder Dog and all the westerns.