I sat at my desk, cleaning the Colt .45, as the telephone rang. It was a wandering daughter job. I slapped the roscoe into my hip pocket and reached for my fedora.
That’s my name on the door. Bodoni Private Investigations. As I headed down the street I tossed a nickel to the crippled newsie. “Ay, Spoofe!” he said. That’s me. Spoofe Bodoni, private dick.
– from “Spoofe Bodoni on the Case,” BLACK MASK magazine, April, 1933.
Indeed, what can we say about our friend and Mod Lynn that’s not already been said? Puh-lenty !!!
She puts the kum in “Kum-Bah-Yah”.
She puts the Maz in Mazerati.
She put the Lynn in the Lynncoln Memorial
She puts the Web in Web-Cams :eek:
She’s da bomb in da Stealth Bomber
and, last but so surely not least,
**She’s put the Mod in The Mod Squad **.
We admire you, we respect you, we LIKE you a huge ton and at the end of the day, many of us either wish to be like you, or at least wish to DRESS like you. God knows I do… :rolleyes:
Thanks, everybody. Monty, it was mostly just lucky timing, we had been discussing that very issue in Mod Mail, and I saw your question…don’t you love it when a plan comes together like that?
It’s very simple, really. A pair of glasses, a pair of briefs, and a pair of sandals for house wear.