jonas salk's nephew in a bathing suit. mrs. naugatuck. mrs. naugatuck: you called, sir? would you help us take a picture, please? would i? i'll be delighted. come on now, walter, nobody loves a party pooper. and you can just look through that little opening there. please, you're talking to the person mrs. naugatuck, he invented the telephone. of course, so he could call me up and tell me how to use the camera. woo hoo hoo hoo... now, would everybody group in front of the bar there, altogether. that's it. no, that's not right. eh, mrs. findlay, would you mind changing over with, uh, carol, please. and doctor, yes? would you mind changing with mr. findlay? i wanted to stand-- no, that side. oh, arthur, that's all right. he'll autograph it. no, eh--eh, that's not right either. uh, would you all go back to your original positions? uhh... mrs. naugatuck: yes, that's it there. the tall one must be in the middle. eh, mrs. findlay, would you mind-- mrs. naugatuck, will you get on with it?! oh, all right. no need to get snippy. now, there-- now, wait a minute, 'ere. and--and the