Last week, I holed up in the third floor-Smather study lounge, all set to make a dent in my poli-sci reading. Unfortunately, though, as so often happens when examining polling data from the 1932 election, my mind — and eyes — soon began to wander. Imagine my surprise when I spotted this gem hanging on the wall:
Maybe I just have a sick mind, but … the cropped hair. The earrings. The petite yet powerful frame. And come on, it’s titled “The Nude.” Awfully close to “The Nuge,” hmm? Let’s put it to a little Rorschach test.