Ok, I have started into the middle age spread times... I must admit, I long for Norman Rockwell days and just a tinge of Frahm...
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No, it is not Brittany Spears sorta thing... I promise..
My husband has an ancient girlie calendar - got it out of his dad's garage when he died, and promptly hung it up in ours. It's not a Parts Pups book - older than that, probably immediately postwar.
The girls are naked as jaybirds -- yet still manage to exude a quality of modesty, as though they were all surprised in their bath, or something.