There were shitloads of these mini-sized thin paper playing cards, each picturing a different Hollywood icon. Old ones, like James Dean and Dracula. Nearly every male save for the Universal Monsters trio had a cigarette in his mouth, while the ladies were without cigs and much better dressed. I only recognize around a fifth of those pictured, but I should mention that the ten of spades guy looks a lot like the old man across the street from us, who makes the paperboy hand him the news early, everyday, without fail. Even if the paperboy is just four of five houses away, the old man will still run to him and demand an early receipt. I hate the ten of spades.
