|Grace and Martha were from a very prim and proper Eastern finishing school, and they were spending their vacation together in New York.|
On this particular afternoon, they had accepted an invitation from a Bohemian artist, whom they had met a few weeks before on a visit to the Village, to attend an exhibition of his paintings.
As they approached an extremely provocative nude, Grace couldn't help noticing that the canvas bore a striking resemblance to her girlfriend.
"Martha," she gasped, "that painting looks exactly like you. Don't tell me you've been posing in the nude!" "Certainly not!" Martha stammered, blushing furiously. "He must have painted it from memory."