Candy, ice cream, smokes, beer and pinups: c’mon down to Al’s Place. Something for everyone.

That’s a Petty pinup, incidentally. George Petty. His work always struck me as smarter Vargas; the subjects seem less vacuous, more active. The lass seems to have transcended gravity somehow - perhaps she is leaning forward with the assurance, known to a few women, that a big burly fella will appear from nowhere and catch her before she hits the floor. She could assume this posture in a convent and a stevedore would show up in 3.4 seconds.