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Part way across the swamp, Davi Millard stopped and washed his hands and face in the clear water that trickled in a shallow stream under the log path. Every night when he stopped there on his way home from work, he could see how much smaller the stream had become since the evening before.
When a youth I learned the song of "Frankie and Johnny" from a colored piano player, who was called "Professor" in a parlor house. The parlor house was owned and run by a lady who was called Madam Helen Blazes. You may conclude that mine was a misspent youth, but the knowing of these ladies and the houses that they ran has enabled me to fashion these woodcuts from fond memories.
The famous Madison Avenue, New York, outfitters to gentlemen and satorial emporium par excellence, Brooks Brothers, with branches in Chicago, Boston, Los Angeles and San Francisco, and impassioned devotees from Bangor to Bombay, is once more in the news. It seems that "The Brooks Brothers Look" has broken out of the cracked-leather-and-brass-tacked confines of the Yale, Harvard and Princeton Clubs and is spreading like the oak blight to yonder hinterlands, lending its polished luster to -- horrors -- the lesser breeds. It's really about time the rest of the world got wise. It's a rotten shame that they've missed so much all these years. For there is nothing new about The Brooks Brothers Look; it has flourished like the flora and fauna in certain geographic areas of the United States for literally generations. Without it, for instance, you are branded a Bolshevik in most eastern universities, an untouchable in Boston and New York societies, a plain damned fool in the financial salons of Wall Street. Without it you can't possibly "succeed in business without really trying." What, then, is it?
Look Out--The Vipper is on the loose again! In the first issue of Playboy, Partch dissected sex and left bodies strewn all over our office. When we found our wastebaskets, file cabinets, and desk drawers filled with empty bottles the other morning, we knew Vip was off on an extensive study of man's second best friend--alcohol. The Virgil One threw himself into the research for this report with his usual thoroughgoing enthusiasm, so if some for the drawings seem a little wild even for Vip, it's because he was half-crocked through the whole damn thing.
I pressed down on the accelerator and a hail of lead spit from the front of my custom-built Maxwell. I was in a hurry, and I didn't want any lousy pedestrians standing in my way. I knew if any simple-minded cop tried slipping me a traffic ticket, Fats Lambo, my pal at the D. A.'s office, would shove it down his regulation-conscious throat. And I was mad. Damn mad! The dirty killer who'd fed arsenic to my pet parakeet was going to get it in the gut. I was going to feed him .45 dumdums till he sank through the pavement without a bubble.
Paris is a lady with a wicked past. Toulouse-Lautrec knew her in a gayer day. His inspired posters and paintings captured the color and excitement of the Moulin Rouge, Casino de Paris, and Folies Begére.
1954 promises to be a big fight year. Boxing fans can look forward to some exciting ring battles and the IBC can look forward to the exciting ring of cash registers from big gate receipts, TV, movie, and radio revenue.