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Good God, we are deep
into '50s territory here!
The dog, the girl hiking up her skirt, the stockings, and the "comic"
robot waiter dumping a drink over a customer who seems to have the
reaction time of an Antarctic glacier; they're all here. And
don't you wish they weren't?
I sometimes think that
'50s magazine illustrators inhabited a world where probability and
women's skirts interacted in a way unknown to modern science.
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