Trading on the popularity of the movies, cartoonist/writer Dick Briefer kept his own versions of Frankenstein going through three different incarnations over a dozen years or so. The Comics Code, not villagers waving torches, killed his Frankenstein.
In this tale from Briefer’s cartoony, funny Frankenstein, the monster meets his mirror image in a Wild West tale from Frankenstein #15 (1948). At 17 pages the story is longer than usual, setting up a whole series of situations based on a Frankenstein “doppleganger.”
Shifting gears and becoming like the critics I criticise, I have a criticism of this otherwise harmless story. There is one panel of a bloody bullethole in a forehead, used as comedy. Bulletholes are not funny. This is from 1948, and a bullethole in a forehead is probably a spillover from the crime comics that proliferated that year.