The story of a conventional suburbanite transformed into a living skeleton, told with Smith's usual ribald humor. ( )

A wonderful funny book about a scientist accidently drinking from the wrong tumbler; the result is that intermittently he loses all the flesh from his body, but being a Thorne Smith story, he doesn't sit at home he has a night on the town including bedding a lady of the night. She discover the awful truth, stroking his head in the darkness. "I didn't know you were bald" "No I'm not" he replies. She puts the light on and there is the skeleton in her bed