I’m remembering an old (sixty years ago at least!) New Yorker cartoon: a view of the lobby of the United Nations, with a little sundries shop. The clerk is talking to his manager and pointing to a large crowd of Finns, Nigerians, Arabs, Chinese, and every imaginable nationality and skin tone and saying “They all want flesh-colored bandages!”
I’m remembering an old (sixty years ago at least!) New Yorker cartoon: a view of the lobby of the United Nations, with a little sundries shop. The clerk is talking to his manager and pointing to a large crowd of Finns, Nigerians, Arabs, Chinese, and every imaginable nationality and skin tone and saying “They all want flesh-colored bandages!”