Original Vintage Art & Text

Artist unknown. From the cover of Romance Stories of True Love #51, Sept. 1958. Published by Harvey Comics.
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SCENE: A woman in the background watches a man in woman who are in the foreground. They all have umbrellas and it is raining---hard!
WOMAN (in background) thinking: Oh, no! He’s getting that hussy all wet! The nerve of him! He never even got me moist!
WOMAN (in foreground): Is it raining? I didn’t notice!
1958 Artist Unknown
From the cover of Romance Stories of True Love #51
Art Clean Up & Soaking-Wet Writing: John Lustig
Romance Stories of True Love #51_0
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WOMAN (in background) thinking: Oh, no! He’s getting that hussy all wet! The nerve of him! He never even got me moist!
WOMAN (in foreground): Is it raining? I didn’t notice!
1958 Artist Unknown
From the cover of Romance Stories of True Love #51
Art Clean Up & Soaking-Wet Writing: John Lustig
Romance Stories of True Love #51_0
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Him (singing): “Raindrops keep falling on my head!”
Blonde: “Well if you zip up your fly, you wouldn’t have that problem, would you?”
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When he was near me, I forgot the heartbreak he had caused!
But I remembered the clap he had caused!
The chaffing never let me forget.
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Meanwhile, under her yellow umbrella, Joan Crawford finally understood why rainy days and Mondays always got Karen Carpenter down.
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Meanwhile, under her yellow umbrella, Joan Crawford came to the decision that, of the two of them, the blonde had the tighter looking ass.
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On a Monday full of rain
Joan Crawford felt nothing but disdain
Under her yellow umbrella.
As she pondered two fools,
A bad blonde dye job and a tool,
From under her yellow umbrella.
But then with a start,
And barely able to hold in a fart,
Joan paused under her parasol the color of mozzarella.
Wasn’t the tool with the hat
That Tony Curtis prat
And wouldn’t Tony only be into another fella?
But even if it was Hollyweird,
It was the fifties, so Tony needed a beard,
Just like an old prune needed a yellow umbrella.
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Him: “And so I finally figured out that if I put the hat on my head, my hair doesn’t get wet! And if I take it off like so…Ta Da! My hair gets soaked!”
Blonde: “I can see why you break so many hearts. Your stupidity is so staggering, it could topple an army!”
Him: “Yeah. It’s basically a superpower.”
“He never even got me moist!”
Well…. maybe you should smile more?