“The time, about 2 a.m. The place, Enrico’s coffee house. At one of the tables, elements of The Committee’s cast are gathered after their last performance. Abruptly, one young man lifts a hand with cocked thumb and pointed forefinger. Quietly, but distinctly, he says ‘Bang.’
Another young man is propelled violently backward, out of his chair as an imaginary slug smashes into his outraged guts. He crashes to the floor, clutching his abdomen, gruntling, gurgling, dying. His heels drum, life fades, he expires conclusively.” – William Gilkerson, San Francisco Chronicle, 10/15/67
*The Committee doesn’t appear in this pic, it’s from ’61 but ain’t it great?