This work week’s enough to drive me to drink. And it calls for a really large drink (and I’m not much of a buzzer, mind you).
Just like the gal down to her last few smokes in the Howell Dodd illustration from the June 1953 issue of True Fact Crime magazine, I could use a large one too. In fact, I’d be happy to pay more than thirty cents for it. But we all know that two bits and a nickel will only buy trouble, and in her case, will lead her down a bloody road “from muskrat, to mink, to murder” as the magazine’s lurid teaser lines stated.
You just gotta love those old pulp magazine copywriters.