Hoi Polloi

A successful ad campaign by the Face of Everyman had inundated the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with guests. Indeed the great unwashed had found their way to this idyllic spot on the Pacific flyway.

Pin Boy?

Milquist was thinking of applying for the position of pin boy at the new Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa bowling alley. He ran it by the Face of Everyman who shot down the whole idea. The venerable sage was hardheadedly against Songbirds working when they should be having families.

Portrait

Quinn brought his young son Archer to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to see the sights and ride the Ferris wheel. Except that he was a week early. The circus had not yet arrived. They settled for a portrait shot of father and son taken by the Face of Everyman.

Physiognomy

Little Choo-Choo came out to play at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Unfortunately all the big kids were off foraging in the woods. Choo-Choo searched the crevices of the Face of Everyman for a bit of something to nibble on; but his physiognomy was clean as a whistle.

Gene splicing

the Face of Everyman had constant reminders of his failed experiments in gene splicing. In his secret underground laboratory deep beneath the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he had created some monstrosities. The white pigeon was but one example. From now on he would stick to fundamental research of the Higgs boson.

El Coyote

Chatterton was out for the hunt. His nose brought him to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This place was ripe; were his first thoughts. the Face of Everyman held his breath and daren’t move. The threat moved on shortly; much to the relief of the venerable sage.