Word: barmaids
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...people always talk about in bars. "How are they treating you at Grumman," one man says to another as they sip their Schlitz and Schaffer. "Not bad, but I'm not going anyplace," he replies. A little further down the rubbed wood bar, a scotch drinker banters with the barmaid, asking how she likes the heat. "Most of the time it's not too bad," she says tossing her bobbed head. "I have a very nice apartment with a fan." The man looks at her pensively for a moment and then returns to his drink. The customary...
...Enderby is a Mad Magazine version of Leopold Bloom; he sentimentally feeds gulls and innocently offends all the local pub personnel. Suddenly offered an obscure prize for his poetry, Enderby borrows a suit from a friendly chef in return for writing a cycle of torrid love poetry to the barmaid the chef is wooing. At the prize ceremonies Enderby is courted by Vesta Bainbridge, features editor of a women's magazine and unscrupulous conversion-monger for the Catholic Church. Soon after, Vesta marries the hapless Enderby and carts him off to the Holy City, where, after several unsuccessful attempts...
Before long, Dunfey inns will have another feature. In August, when the entire 13-member clan jets to Dublin for a reunion on the ould sod, the family plans to recruit local barmaid talent to staff "Dunfey's Taverns," being set up in the family establishments...
...considerate of his victims; after attacking an old lady who happened to be around when her house was being burgled, Dave is sent up for a twelve-year stretch. Promising to wait for him, Joy starts divorce proceedings against her husband. She works as a barmaid and as a nudie model for the kind of moist-lipped amateur photographers who don't use film in their cameras. Then she begins taking men to bed more for fun than profit. "If I turned professional," she tells a chum, "I'd lose the pleasure of it." Joy dreams about Dave...
Though the marquees scream about a VOLCANO OF SMOLDERING PASSION!, the view inside is little more than a Playboy peep show, less glossy but just as sexless. Lust is a popeyed man ogling a barmaid's cleavage, virginity a lacquered ex-stripper trying to look like a wide-eyed schoolgirl caught up in the evil ways of the big city. Usually, there are only random glimpses of breasts and bottoms, although lately the nudies have been edging closer to the limits of pornography with a rash of "sadie-massies" that drag in homosexuality, flagellation, voyeurism, lesbianism and assorted orgies...