The Office of Metropolitan Architecture was the random selection. Of course, there were no photos, but I did find one for metropolitan. It’s a cute one.
Ethel: I like your polka dotted dress. Was it on sale?
Myrna: I don’t know. Knuckles gave it to me.
Ethel: Why does he have us pose on typewriters?
Myrna: Something about big business in backrooms. You have to ask him.
Ethel: Backroom? Did you?
Myrna: Yes. I don’t want to talk about it …
Ethel: Did you undress?
Myrna: I said …
Ethel: I did.
Ethel: He promised me money.
Myrna: What? He promised me a dress.