The soda fountain: that's where you'll find glad, hurried, ruddy newspapermen who were also, to judge from his eyes, baked on some quality weed. What kind of reporters, you ask? Can't tell his beat from his appearance, except that he looks like a Hollywood version of a reporter from some city with mandatory nattyness. Also, he's either a really tall guy, kneeling, or he had a shinectomy. That counter should come up to his hips.

The world required a lot more polishing back then.