In Manhattan, last week, a town jester named Peter Arno held his first art exhibit. Artist Arno is a social satirist. Frothier, less pungent than such satirists as Beerbohm and Bateman, he nevertheless makes sprightly comments on violations of taste and decorum. He lies in wait for those moments when civilized people burst through their shimmering camouflage of gentlity and blatantly expose rage, sex, silliness.
One of his pictures shows a giant-bosomed, giant-toothed dame in frightening decolletage playing blind man's buff and shrieking DON'T HELP ME! DON'T HELP ME! to a row of gallants...
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