The Evening Whirl has been circulating in St. Louis since 1938, which means that I missed about 70 years of the best shit ever. That bums me out, but the fact that it still exists makes me really happy, so I guess I come out pretty much even. Theres something to be said for a newspaper that refers to a rape as a “pussy plundering” and a rape victim as a “boned victim.” There’s something to be said, but I’m not totally sure what it is yet. Maybe just “wow.” Click the picture above for a bigger version.