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By Jack Joseph Smith

/83 pad to the non-identified flying object of mercy, L/°EC Pe Of SE a The ocean front fence posts:of the Lede camp, PESTA GY « 2 Mote but she -had lost’ her consintration, <7e ered its eel; One of the farewell hellraisers; amar named: Davenport, softly reclined in the back seat of” am over journeyed’ Rolls Royces More-than dust had ‘stolen. away it's British sheen during the> automobiles “horse trading" experiences in Mex- icog But’ now “it rolled‘ along up through the-cur= ves :of Topanga Canyon, , quite adequate: it’ appear= ed ‘for it'd passangerss The Pranketer was in the back seat with Davenport laughing with the South American "in" weed, while -the driver. antcasseel= shotgun: rodé im the fronts beg oie a eee ee eee orcad "Would you gentlemen care for something on the- iawn Cais od silver spoom mother made-me promise-to keep?" ME pe aig of briny was asked im jest by the shotgum Davenport twirled°the ends of his mustaches and emiled his rospy cheeks into irresistibility. "There's a lesson to be learned’ Prankster," said Davenport, "from the-rebirth of the -spoom being Manma' é -graves" They moved'along, Prankster holding together a:

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In a battered Rolls through Topanga Canyon, Prankster and Davenport turn weed, spoons, mustaches, and mother-graves into aristocratic outlaw comedy.

The page enjoys decadent detail, but it also makes luxury look secondhand and wandering. The joke is that grandeur survives mostly as style, banter, and theatrical self-invention.

Claude

In a battered Rolls through Topanga Canyon, Prankster and Davenport turn weed, spoons, mustaches, and running commentary into a traveling drawing room. The page is a mobile set-piece.