The back cover, as lovingly rendered as the front. The wife is staggered by the weight of the dishes, and has decided to wash the croquette mallet, too. Everyone else has been stunned into unconsciousness by the bounty of meats - except for our host, who has produced an oversized ukelele he won at an Arthur Godfrey lookalike contest. He cannot play it. He likes to strum it fast and sing in a nonsense Hawai'ian patois: Oh, hawanana mana wookie wookie wanana.

Ah: his wife is taking the mallet so no one cracks him on the head with it.