Gorilless

The last statement suggests to me the question, did she walk upon her hind legs only, or upon all four? That is, did she walk erect like a man and a brother,—I should say a gorilless and a sister,—or like an attached and humble individual of the canine or feline quadruped species?[…]Was not Seraphine a wonderful young person,—I mean gorilless?

“An’ now I hear you’re sendin’ our flagship Pastores out at four o’clock this afternoon with another cock-eyed cross between a giraffe an’ a Gila monster— / “By my soul, never!” yells th’ G.P.A., jumpin’ up like a bumb has gone off under him. “If the Pastores sails with that red-skirted gorilless aboard, it’ll be over my dead body!”

I know it’s horribly sexist but, it has to be said, so are gorillas. / Then there’s the lonely gorilless whose mate has died just before breeding time, leaving both her and her devoted keeper desolate with grief.

On another day, at the Program Corporation of America, a White Plains-based company that serves as lecture managers and booking agencies for celebrities, the gorilla was invited to stay for lunch. “You’re a “gorilless,” Joan Steinhaus, executive vice president, said as Miss Corsetti removed the head of her costume. “Would you like a banana?”

She wanted a job with Phyllis the Gorilless.