In the comments of the previous post, reader Art translated the following image into 50s guy-speak:
"Holy mackerel, look at the ass on that tomato!"
The barbershop is Rudy's of Glendale, which is downtown just south of Porto's on California. Vaughn, Rudy's son, is my barber. Rudy is still around. The boxing gloves are because Rudy was quite a boxer in his day, and the walls of the shop are lined with clippings from his boxing career.