The club of the month is The Candy Store Strip Club in Mobile, Alabama. It's been nearly a month since I returned from The Candy Store, having just shot over a thousand pictures of fourteen feature entertainers at the latest Pure Talent Feature Showcase. But you will have to wait until next month's issue of "The Looking Glass" to get the full story on this one. So who's the young chick on the cover of this month's "Looking Glass", and why in the hell is a picture of the battleship Alabama on this page instead of the club?

The first question is easy to answer. I never got a picture of the outside of the Candy Store. But once all my work was done on the day I went to a park in Mobile where I went through the battleship, Alabama. There is also an American World War II submarine there, an air museum, and a number of tanks lined up. The submarine was temporarily closed to the public. The tanks are of World War II vintage with more recent models, both American and Russian. For me, at least, the tanks were fascinating. But that battleship, Alabama, was really something. You could go out onto the decks, as well as onto the ship's superstructure and through it. You can take a marked tour that takes you below the battleship's main deck and walk through each level from bow to stern. I had close to 800 miles to drive home and I would do it non stop starting after 5 p.m. and had allowed only two hours to go through the Alabama. Which was a big mistake because there's nothing quite like it. It's incredible and it's all available as you go through what was virtually an ocean going self sustaining city. The Alabama represents our latest and greatest battleship technology during World War II to counter the Japanese Navy. It and her sister ships would mark the end of an era lasting hundreds of years when the battleship ruled the seas.

The girl's name is Daisy and this is how I met her. I was leaving the Candy Store that first night after shooting a few pictures. A couple feature entertainers were walking ahead of me toward their cars which were close to my four wheel drive in front of the club. I saw a man about to get into his pickup and when he saw me with that infamous "Jack Corbett hat" on, he yelled out to me: "I want to buy that hat from you." I walked to his pickup truck and we started talking about our trucks. Then we started talking about women.

Turns out that Larry's a pilot and an artist. We talked about what makes a woman beautiful and agreed that a woman is not truly beaufiful unless she's beautiful inside and out and that it's the eyes that mirror the soul. Larry and I made a pact right on the spot. Over the next three nights we'd each pick an entertainer and then we'd choose between the two. Larry would do a painting on the girl we finally chose. I already knew who I'd choose.

The next night Larry introduces me to a very cute blonde named Daisy. Barely twenty, Daisy tells me she's been wanting to meet me. We hit it off, start hanging around each other a bit in the club, and line up a photo shoot for the next afternoon that starts off in my motel room and ends in the club. But there's another entertainer I'm hanging out with too. Well, yes and no, because I'm working my tail off in the club, doing pictures, and saving them to my laptop and when I'm not working I'm hanging with a number of features. But the one I have in mind for Larry's painting is a new face on the feature circuit. Her name is Lana Christine and she's probably the feature I'm around the most.

So there we have it. A very cute trim vicaceous house dancer from the Candy Store who's barely twenty and a mature feature entertainer who's right in her prime. Lana Christine's been in the "Playboy Magazine of Lingerie" and is as poised a woman as you are ever going to find anywhere. When you look at her face when she's relaxing without any particular thing to do, you see wisdom, a wisdom that goes beyond her years. Lana is that rare human being who's thoughtful and always considerate of others. She is eternally beautiful. Eternally because even when she's seventy she will still be beautiful.

So which entertainer is Larry going to paint a portrait of? Daisy, the young nubile house dancer. A girl without pretense who's always herself? Or will it be Lana Christine, the very gracious feature entertainer, a woman of far greater experience? Both are beautiful, inside and out. But only one will win.