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364                                     Jack Fritscher, Ph.D.
               A small part of the Leatherneck crowd circled tight in on this close
            encounter — to watch.
               “First, you dropkick the fucker.”
               “Sir, yessir,” the blond recruit whispered back.
               “That’s the real way. ’Course the way we’re gonna play it,” and the
            large man in the USMC fatigues put his sweat-ringed arms around his
            two boys, “is gonna be a little bit different.” And he walked them out
            the Leatherneck door, past Bill [my San Francisco deputy sheriff pal, Bill
            Essex], the heavy-chested bouncer, who smiled after this good threeway
            match made in the heaven of the Leatherneck.

            ANYPLACE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT

            So at the Leatherneck, you can love ’em tender, and you can love ’em nice
            and easy. But if [like Tina Turner] you “never do nothin’ nice and easy,”
            the Leatherneck’s for sure your happy hunting ground. Because it ain’t
            no statue bar, man. S&M don’t mean Stand and Model. The Leatherneck
            means action.
               At the Leatherneck, men celebrate being men.
               Ain’t nowhere else quite like Lowery’s Leatherneck. It ain’t a bad little
            nightspot for about 500 guys in a little 7-mile-by-7-mile fishing village
            called San Francisco.
               For a celebration of male-hide and for close encounters of the leather
            kind, try it. Week nights 8-2. Weekends 2-2.
               Man alive!


            III. Eyewitness Illustrations























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