Playboy After Hours
April, 1964
For the interest of those amused by the suggestive subtleties of that age-old semantic gambit known as the double-entendre, we herewith open a brand-new avenue of dual meanings that may add an unexplored dimension to Shakespeare's hoary rhetorical question, "What's in a name?" We wonder if anyone has thought of Norman Mailer as the name of a medieval French armorer; or that Shepherd Mead should be a kind of pastoral libation? Spiritually speaking, Bud Abbott sounds to us like the name...
