Rare is the Briton who has not paused during a seaside holiday to dash off a "wish-you-were-here" note on one of those "naughty postcards." From Brighton and Blackpool, millions of the garishly colored cards are mailed each year with their fat ladies and skinny drunks, timid vicars and saucy tarts, bashful honeymooners and beery, bulb-nosed husbands, all with risqué captions. Since 1904, their creator, shy, retiring Donald McGill, turned out no fewer than 12,500 cards, and sold 200 million copies. In London, the "King of the Postcards" died at 87, and Britain last week mourned the passing of...
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