Be that as it may, suddenly I feel inadequate, too.
The title story fails to live up to the cover’s assertion; I’ve no idea why they titled it as they did. It’s all about this quaint, curious country called “Saudi Arabia” where the men take up to 60 wives. Since they can’t please them all every day, the implication is that they’re lousy lovers. Which is like saying that someone with 38 automobiles is a lousy driver.
This is not “I Married a Savage Laff” magazine, but just plain LAFF from October 1952, another wearisome combination of bombastic stories, out-of-focus cheesecake and wee ads for nostrums and dirty joke books. Let’s begin.