Divorce, like ginger ale, is a marvelous chaser.
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After the Raid
A raid on the National Dutch Room cabaret in Minneapolis recently, in which two hundred fur-clad women and velvet-pocketed escorts were piled into patrol wagons amid a crashing of hip-pocket glassware, inspired Mr. McKillips to write this poetic story.
By BUDD L. McKILLIPS
Listen, dearie, stop your cryin’
’Cause they’ve locked you in a cell;
Don’t make noises like you’re dyin’;
Oh, I know it’s simply hell.