Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, Alex Toth, Vince Colletta.
The introduction of the Juggernaut is more or less a shaggy dog story, much like the Big Murphy joke which did the rounds when I was at school. We spend two whole issues hinting at how terrible will be the power of the Juggernaut whence he doth show up, and this one mostly explains who he is (Professor X's shitty older step-brother) as everyone fortifies the school with barriers and booby traps. This entails Cyclops blasting holes in the floor. Blasting holes in the floor seemed to be Cyclops' answer to everything in 1965, although I'm not sure whether that's better or worse than Iceman having taken to getting about by means of fancy ice-slides which will presumably leave a terrible mess when they thaw.
This was Jack Kirby's final issue. He's credited with layouts in the next five, but his involvement isn't obvious and I gather if he was present, it was mainly to show Werner Roth the ropes, so to speak. Anyway, the first twelve issues of X-Men weren't his best, but even overworked Jack Kirby cutting corners and phoning it in remains elegant and occasionally startling. He gave the book its look, as ever leading where others would be obliged to follow. Also, regarding just how much of their collaborative work was written by Stan, or else was written by Jack as he built stories from whatever Stan had scribbled on the back of a napkin - it's difficult to miss that X-Men becomes significantly less wordy from the next issue onwards.
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