More cheesecake from the Parkway in St. Paul. First we have Miss "Sun Kissed," whose poorly aligned face brings to mind Homer Simpson's makeup gun. ("You've got it on 'whore!'")

What is she sitting on? For that matter, what sort of floating device is Miss Sun Kissed perched upon?

Betty Grable may have deserved royalties for this one, but she probably didn't see a penny.

You might wonder: what was the point of the captions? It's a long-standing rule of cheesecake both illustrated and photographic, it seems: the presence of letters elevates the work from ooh-la-la naughty pictures to Art. Why, dat can't appeal to da purient interest - it's got woids.

What every girl should know is apparently so large it requires a book almost twice the size of her head.

(This one has the same squiggle as we saw on the previous page, which leads me to believe it's a signature.)