Handwriting on the Wall
With just a glint of annoyance behind his thick spectacles, Author Robert Reisner emerged from the ladies' room of a Greenwich Village pub to confront nine girls and a Roman Catholic priest. "They've painted it!" he said. "Let's try the other John."
The group dutifully followed Reisner to the men's room. "It's a gold mine," Reisner exulted. Three at a time, they crowded into the dingy lavatory to savor the myriad scrawls that adorned the walls and even the ceiling. "Listen to this!" said one of the girls, copying...