From Creepy #12 (1966):






Fortunately, the werewolf did not go on to lecture us on objectivism...

A WGBS camera was trampled by a cattle stampede! But Superman needs that film to solve a musketry!

Fortunately, the Batcave is like the Apple Genius Bar for 1970s DC super-heroes:



Yes, Batman can spot werewolves just by looking at their human form.

That's a pretty good course in "super-naturalism."

SPOILER ALERT: He's right...

From World's Finest #214 (1972)

Cover by Brian Bolland.

Because this was the last issue before "Whatever Happened To The Man Of Tomorrow," so why not have a story where Superman stops a band of werewolves who are planning on robbing the city, and give it a crazy-ass cover?

A lesson in cross-Atlantic monster hunting:

...and when he arrives at a not-at-all stereotypical England...




But wait...

So not only are the English not-sufficiently armed, they're fraidy cats, scared by a guy in a costume.

Hey, I didn't say it--John Stevens said it! Are you gonna mess with him?!?

From Scary Tales #42 (1984)

An unnamed woman just died in an auto accident, and now she's a ghost!!

She follows her unnamed husband out to the cemetary as he visits her grave. But they're stalked by...AN UNNAMED WEREWOLF!! (Yes, I'm subtly suggesting that the unnamed writer of this story didn't put a lot of effort into it...)

A dog that drools? Big revelation there, Pavlov.

But the real lessons begin once Furry attacks:

1) Werewolves talk like Doctor Doom!

And...

2) Even though they're insubstantial, ghosts can bitchslap werewolves!

Finally...

3) If you walk a ghost across it's own dead body it becomes a werewolf...?? Wait a minute, that can't be right, can it? Someone get me Fox Mulder on the phone...

From Star Studded #1 (1945)

Two great monsters in one cursed body? Prepare yourself, true believers, for the ultimate radness...

Poor Arthur Lemming has been cursed to turn into a werewolf under the full moon, and the poor fella killed his beloved wife and daughter.

Whilst wandering around like Superman David Banner for several issues, he transforms again, and attacks some innocent villagers:

Except they're not so innocent:


And so a plan is hatched:


Hmmm, perhaps you shouldn't trust a coven of witches that you've just turned into mincemeat. And forcing them to help you? Could be counterproductive. I'm just sayin.'

So:

They never explain why this coven of witches just happened to have a mummy laying around. The again, why not?

They proceed to transfer the werewolf curse from Lemming onto the dead mummy...

Except, of course, these witches are dickweeds.

Yep, they didn't transfer your curse...they transferred your soul into mummy. Ha ha ha ha!

Except:

Oh, dear...those idiots did it during a full moon. So now they must face:

Hey, you got werewolf in my mummy!!

And you got mummy in my werewolf!!

Carnage ensues:


Which inescapably leads to one incontrovertible fact:

YOU DO NOT F#$% WITH A WERE-MUMMY!!!

Dear Dynamite...since you just bought the Vampirella rights, would it kill you to throw in a few extra cents so you have the rights to Were-mummy as well? Please?? I promise to buy it...

The ultimate radness of the Were-mummy (whose story continued for several more issues, because, well, WERE-MUMMY, dammit!) was by Steve Skeates and Martin Salvador in Eerie #54 (1974). Five bucks says Were-mummy could take Frankencastle...