“Silent movie” still-vertisement.
A silhouette of a man, a cigarette of a man might ask the soda jerk, WHY ARE THOSE GIRLS SO LOUD— and before the jerk can shake that martini we’d stage hiss-per, it’s ‘cos we’re jewish.
Cheers to disintegrating flower-wearing harlequins and the shatter of iced wine flights, stage right.
