Beneath her brass-blonde chignon, Dorothy Lawlor's busy brain had cased all the angles. She had been married at 15, divorced at 19. She had two kids, no man, and a flock of debts. Now she was 27, and checking hats in Johnny Shields's Midway Inn, Valley Stream, Long Island (pronounced "Long Guyland").
After some months of mental thrashing, an idea, full-armed but of unfettered simplicity, sprang from Dorothy's head. Last week, she called Newsday, a Hempstead, L.I. tabloid,* and said she wanted to place an ad. She would marry any man who would support...
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