Double exposure: Several months ago, we mentioned...

Double exposure: Several months ago, we mentioned the arrival of a Westside business called “Nude Handyman,” which offered such services as cleaning and painting, not to mention “enclosed yardwork.”

Well, you don’t have to be F. Lee Bailey to realize this type of operation might encounter legal problems.

Sure enough, the Nude Handyman’s new business card contains an addendum.

“Now hiring females,” it says.

No use risking a lawsuit for discriminatory hiring practices.

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Today’s quiz: Who’s immortalized on a $100 bill? Well, a colleague of ours was surprised by the answer when he studied one of the bills he withdrew from a bank in Pasadena. The bank, by the way, was just a few blocks from Fleiss’ clothing store.

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List of the Day: This year being the 50th anniversary of the end of World War II, El Camino professor Arthur C. Verge has written an entertaining book titled, “Paradise Transformed: Los Angeles During the Second World War.” Some tidbits:

* After nightly blackouts were ordered, one cigar company seized the opportunity with an ad that said: “Lights out. . . . An ominous waiting quiet. . . . Carefully sheltered, you light a Santa Fe. Then, its dull glow will steadfastly endure, never to betray, but give you solace in the darkness.”

* A hearing aid manufacturer, meanwhile, warned, “Until blackouts came, probably you thought you were ‘getting by’ with your hearing.”

* And a fire equipment company promoted the “Bucket Pump” as the device “that saved London” during the German blitzkrieg.

* Housing shortages were so serious that one newspaper reporter, arriving at the scene of a murder, ignored the corpse and asked the victim’s landlady if he could rent the suddenly vacant apartment. The landlady said, “Sorry, I already rented it to that police sergeant over there.”

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Brutus was a drag, man: The A & E network show “Biography” is profiling Julius Caesar tonight. To get you in the mood, we bring you Antony’s funeral oration, translated from Shakespearean English into jazz argot by Lord Buckley, the ‘50s comic and Hollywood character:

Hipsters, flipsters, and finger-poppin’ daddies

Knock me your lobes.

I came here to lay Caesar out,

Not to hip you to him.

The bad jazz that a cat blows

Wails long after he’s cut out.

The groovy is often stashed with their frames. . . .

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No sharp objects for Johnny: Spotted tooling down the Hollywood Freeway was a car that bragged, “My Child Was Inmate of the Month at Juvie.”

miscelLAny He’s survived innumerable thefts of his sword, which is now mere wood for security purposes. He’s been splashed with paint. Once a helicopter crew from Westwood tried to douse him with fertilizer. But he’s still standing. And tomorrow at 1:45 p.m, USC will hold a campus birthday party for good old Tommy Trojan, age 65. Visitors in blue and gold will be strictly scrutinized by campus guards.