A Hollywood sex goddess from the golden-age of movies, and a woman with a mind of her own. I remember my father being 'in love' with her. (according to my mother).
Best line: "I like the kind of man who can run faster than I can."
Worst line/lyric: "I like a man with big muscles and red corpuscles."
Of the two images here, I much prefer the photograph of the sophisticated and impossibly stylish woman to the crude and lurid sexuality of the poster. But it was of its time I guess. Can't see this type of image being employed today ...