So wodja expect, huh? The Gimlet Eye is human too, a reglar guy. I alius wanted romance, glammer, the big buck, also a portable casting couch. Now it’s all mine. So long to pencils, so long to cement. I’m in a new line of work. It’s right here on my desk, an ID card from Universal Talent Research, Inc. that certifies me, D. Keith Mano, in black and white, as an official talent scout. Only thing bothers me: a Get Out of Jail Free card from Community Chest is somewhat more impressive. Or a Weimar mark. Made of durable shirt cardboard. Maybe I better not flash it in the rain.
This great ad really did it for me. There was pictures of naked women all with them funny black squares over the good parts. Beats me how you get a camera to snap black squares on people. Anyhow the ad was full of grabbers. “If you are a red blooded male” (me for sure) “or female and are eager to make money and have fun meeting beautiful women and photographing them . . . even in the Nude . . .” That kept coming up. And I liked the way they put a capital N on it, like it was Peoria or Des Moines, made it seem even Nuder. Sometimes the ad used real dark print that bounced right out at me: You’d be amazed at how delighted they are to pose for you . . . even in the Nude. Plus I get $50 every time UTR uses my photos, plus 5 per cent of what my broad makes otherwise. I mean, how can you beat that? And it was Easy because, “This well known identification card is the key to introducing yourself to any girl you want.” Hell, even my Master Charge don’t promise that. So I sent away right off.
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