unearths some literary gems.
From The Golden Ape, by Herbert Adams:
[As a certified teddy-bear counter, I note that the eponymous nightclub in this story actually has a facade decorated with *two* golden apes.]***He departed with much less assurance than he had come. Even his carnation was drooping.***When he spoke, he rolled his r's and his eyes.***"What sort [of moustache]? Soup strainer or nostril mat?"***