Friday, March 25, 2016

In Cahoots


Little remnants of America's rowdiest party-age, this conspiring twosome go back to the 1920's and still look like they're in the mood for jazz-infused hijinks, outlawed nightspots and "sparkling cider" if you know what I mean. Chewable to the eye, they both smack of syrupy gold and a wild past. Buttons with spunk, I think I'll call these Bakelite rascals Minnie and Beauregard. 

-Sherbert McGee   

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