Elsewhere in Crazed Club Woman Land, an upstanding lady who no doubt serves crullers after services in the church basement suddenly decides to rip off her clothes and walk around. Then again, why worry? Why be modest? The only person looking in her direction is taking a break from Snake Dancing, and still wears the big black shoebox lid over her eyes. The other people are looking away in A) shame, B) horror, C) a prescient reenactment of the final scene of the Blair Witch Project, or D) an act of full-suited shunning that suggests she has simply gone too far.

But what if her shameless display of brazen hussyness fails to attract a pot-bellied salesman? What might she do for relief and release?

Oh, I’ve no idea. None whatsoever. Couldn’t tell you! Now, let’s look at some ads.