Word: mcgills
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...those "naughty postcards." From Brighton and Blackpool, millions of the garishly colored cards are mailed each year with their fat ladies and skinny drunks, timid vicars and saucy tarts, bashful honeymooners and beery, bulb-nosed husbands, all with risqué captions. Since 1904, their creator, shy, retiring Donald McGill, turned out no fewer than 12,500 cards, and sold 200 million copies. In London, the "King of the Postcards" died at 87, and Britain last week mourned the passing of an institution...
...corny to be really dirty, McGill's cards played for the broad belly laugh rather than the snide snigger, and in so doing gave expression to a peculiarly British brand of humor. His very first success, which might draw a wondering shrug or an embarrassed titter outside Britain, but hardly a howl, showed a chambermaid peeping through the bathroom keyhole and saying, "He won't be long now, sir, he is drying himself...
...tradition of the Miller's Tale than of the music hall, the kind that called for an elbow in the ribs and a broad wink. He: "Do you like Kipling?" She: "I don't know, you naughty boy, I've never kippled." The double-entendre gave McGill his most successful card, good for a staggering 6,000,000 copies, but now out of print. A shriveled shrimp of a man with a huge mustache, naked but for a small towel, stands before a doctor, who tells him: "Sorry, but we will have to take...
...gentle, proper man who favored bow ties and bowlers and was often taken for a solicitor, McGill said of himself: "I am really rather Victorian in my outlook." And so he was. To Author Stephen Potter (Gamesmanship], McGill's cards brought back "memories of bathing tents and sand in gym shoes and tea at a beach café." To the late George Orwell, they meant something vastly different: a splashy, tintype, but nonetheless authentic expression of ''the Sancho Panza view of life." Like Don Quixote's earthy squire, McGill "punctures your fine attitudes and urges...
...born Robert E. Liefmann, 42, graduated from Montreal's McGill University Faculty of Medicine, but has been involved in an eight-year hassle with licensing authorities and has never been licensed to practice. This has not kept him from treating patients in hospital research projects. He was suspended from Montreal's Royal Victoria Hospital for implanting the pituitary glands of calves in the thighs of six arthritis patients. He did a research stint in Stockholm, experimenting with combinations of hormones as treatment for arthritis. Back in Canada, he mixed his Liefcort formula...