What could be worse than to be a gigantic Rotarian lifting pipe in tight dress slacks? Perhaps lifting pipe that's ten times bigger than what the mortals below actually want. He looks as if he's trying desperately to supress the urge to play "mortar rocket."

You just know that this fellow was a friend of the artist. Bob. Sang in the choir. Coached the Little League. Had a sideline job posing for "physique" magazines. Never did quite understand some of the poses, but the checks always cleared. He tithed 20 percent, just in case there was something wrong goin' on.

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Most interesting allegorical note: the trees on the left side of the vignette. One stands for good quarters, the others for bad?