Uhm, her eyes aren’t down there, buddy. Also, what happened to her other shoe?
This book was published in 1963. The cover is by Harry Schaare, who was one of the few cover artists to regularly sign his work. Though I haven’t read the book, this cover definitely tells a story of its very own. I especially like contrast between the flustered look on the man’s face and the half-smile on the showgirl’s face. At least one of these two knows what she’s doing.