Here are the pin-ups of the nude, nubile tits and shadowed bellies lying in wait with bleak, amused smiles. And these men at the type fount find it inconvenient to look up and wink or brush against them to and from the composing table. Off the rushed streets I come with business figures crowding in my head and stagger, silent, but catch myself quickly. These men could think me queer for looking. |