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Bettie Page Let Us Peep, Perchance To Dream

Someone probably collects them today. It was a little tube of cheesy plastic, pale green, that came into my grubby, fervid possession in the '50s as part of the real life of boys, not the idealized Beaveresque interpretation on television. You held the tube to the light, peered through an aperture...

By Stephen Hunter

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