Herman hung his head like a dead herring.
“I would rather not say,” he answered, biting his necktie.
“Oh, them kind of things,” Dr. Kukuheimer frowned. “Well, we will have to give you the pinochele test.”
The great soul diver pulled down all the window blinds and took out his magic lantern.
“I will show you some pictures,” he announced, “and take down your reactions.”
The first picture thrown on the screen was that of Queen Alexandria. Her Nibs was a regal-looking broad. Herman squirmed in his chair like a plate full of fresh noodles.
The second picture was Julian Eltinge in he-man’s clothes. Our hero caught his breath and blushed like a piece of liver sausage.
“Don’t,” he lisped.
Dr. Kukuheimer marked down the reactions with his pencil and switched on a picture of Baby Peggy. Herman began to heave.
“I didn’t come to see a movie show,” he gurgled. “Movies are lewd and obscene. Take it away.”