My daddy always swore it was true, and, I guess, a 14-year-old boy would notice such things. When Montgomery, Alabama, finally got word of Japan’s surrender, spontaneous dancing broke out in the streets. My daddy was thrilled because he didn’t have to hustle to hawk his newspapers. That huge headline — “VJ Day!” — sold them all for him. Then after taking a breather to enjoy his entrepreneurial accomplishment, he spied three nude young women. No …