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TALES FROM THE DECAMERON- fiction JU 
PLAYBOY'S PARTY JOKES —humor _ U U 


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INTRODUCING SHERLOCK HOLMES—fiction 42242 - 


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AN OPEN LETTER FROM CALIFORNIA —pictorial 0 ———— 27 


THE DORSEY BROTHERS —jazz пп е-е Ыбы Аа oe талы РЕНЕ лала 30 
MATANZAS LOVE AFFAIR —food and drink l сласы. алым ЖАЛТ. OA SIT PENELA EE Ta поел SISA 
A HORSEMAN IN THE SKY —fiction .... a2 94 
THE RETURN OF THE ALL-PURPOSE BACK—sporis. пп E лылы СБҚ ТОТЫ 37 
DESK DESIGNS FOR THE MODERN OFFICE — modern living - 40 


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By BOB NORMAN 


blackmarket booze and short- 

skirted women, a man knew 
where he stood. It was the era of 
the catalogued woman. Career girls 
were uninhibited, wives were faith- 
ful, and alimony was reserved for 
the little floosies who periodically 
married and divorced millionaire 
playboys as carless with their lucre 
as their love. 

Today, with taxes astronomical, 
both sexes Kinseyfied and all well- 
oiled millionaires holed up in 
Texas, alimony has gone democra- 


Y N the frivolous flapper days of 


Miss 
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ас. Іп other words, и can happen 
to you too, brother. 

The 1953 variety gold-digger may 
be a chorus cutie or she may be 
Miss Plain Jane from across the 
street. All American womanhood 
has descended on alimony as a 
natural heritage. 

A young couple gets married. 
They're in love, or think they are, 
but for one reason or another the 
marriage doesn't work. Maybe it's 
the guy's fault; maybe it's the girl's 
Could be neither one is to blame — 
just two nice people who aren't 


really suited for опе another. 

You might assume that having 
discovered their mistake, a couple 
could successfully call it quits, no 
strings attached, and try to find 
happiness elsewhere. "Tain't so. 

When the time comes for going 
their separate ways, the young lady 
may, if she is so inclined, stick her 
ex-spouse for a healthy chunk of 
his carnings from that day forward, 
for the rest of his unnatural life. 

Тһе whole concept of alimony 
is a throwback to the days when 
grandma was a girl. A couple of 
generations ago, this was a man's 
world, and a nice young woman 
without a husband had a difficult 
time making her own way. Nothing 
could be further from the truth in 
1953. 

Even the simplest wench can 
make a handsome living today. 
And if she wants another husband, 
the divorcee has a better chance of 


of 1953 


landing a man than her less worid- 
ly-wise, unmarried sister. 

Don't mistake alimony for child 
support. Alimony is an allowance 
— usually substantial — given to the 
ex-wife by her ex-husband to main- 
tain her in a style to which she 
would like to become accustomed. 
Child support is awarded where 
minor children are unfortunate vic- 
tims of the adults’ mistake. Off- 
spring are considered wards of the 
court and payments are ordered 
until they become of age — whether 
the kids are as mercenary as their 
mommics or not. Few fathers ob- 
ject to supporting their chiidren, 
but supporting an ex-wife is like 
buying oats for a dead horse. "Тһе 
marriage has ended. The unhappy 
stag is entitled to none of the priv- 
ileges of a husband, but he's expect- 
ed to pay for them as if he were. 

While the divorce or suit for 
separate maintenance is pending, 


when a modern-day marriage ends, 


it doesn't matter who's to blame. 


it's always the guy 


who pays and pays, and pays, and pays. 


the money awarded is laughingly 
termed “temporary alimony.” The 
laughter is usually one-sided апа 
soprano, since many judges use this 
"temporary" figure as a basis for 
the all too permanent settlement. 

It doesn't matter who is to blame 
for the marriage going on the rocks. 
The wife may 
be a trollop with 
the disconcert- 
ing habit of 
crawling in and 
out of bed with the husband's 
friends. She may be a spendthrift 
whose expensive tastes he cannot 
afford. No matter. When the 
judge grants the divorce, he will 
also grant the little missus a healthy 
stipend for future escapades and 
extravagances. 

Nor is modern alimony merely 
a matter of principal. For many 
men it is a serious question of eco- 
nomic survival. 

A young TV director was over- 
powered by a 87" 25” 37” brunette 
early in his career and happily ex- 
changed the vows that were to guar- 
antee a lifetime of marital bliss. 
Five years later, his 87” 30" 37" 
wife sued for divorce. In claiming 
her severance pay, she explained 
that she had inspired her husband, 
contributing nightly to whatever 
success he now enjoyed. 

Тһе judge listened to this tender 
American love story and огдегса 
the defendant to fork over 50%, of 
his present salary — plus 50% of 
whatever he earned in the future. 
The man was professionally whip- 
ped. As he told reporters after- 
ward, “What d does it do me 
to work? She'll get half of cvery- 
thing I ever make. The harder I 

to make something for myself, 
the more ГП have to kick through 
to her." 

In one Chicago divorce court, 
the judge takes a pad and pencil 
with him to the bench. Ап ali- 
mony “hearing” consists of asking 
the husband what he earns, taking 
half of it and, unless the man is 
supporting an aged mother and has 
three mortgages on his house, giv- 
ing it to the woman. 

The rich and the poor — all get 
their equal chance before the ali- 
mony bar of justice. And the less 
a man makes, the deadlier alimony 
becomes. 

In one court, a truck driver was 
brought in for falling behind in his 
payments. He explained to the 
judge that he had remarried and 
that he and his second wife had 
been blessed with a child. “How 
can I support two families on my 


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PLAYBOY 


GOLD-DIGGER-continued 


salary, your honor?" he asked. 

Тһе sentimental old magistrate 
explained that that was the truck 
driver's problem. The alimony pay- 
ments were set by court order and 
if he failed to meet them, he would 
receive a six month jail sentence for 
contempt of court. Actually that 
would have been a light sentence 
for the amount of contempt the 
man probably felt for this particu- 
lar court. 

In another recent trial а wifc 
asked for an allotment that ex- 
ceeded what her ex-husband was 
earning. The man pointed out this 
rather pertinent fact to the judge, 
explaining that his income was low 
because he was just starting out as 
a salesman on straight commission. 
The defendant was willing to sacri- 
fice initial pay because he believed 
the job had a future. 

The judge was unimpressed. Не 
ordered the man to "stop fooling 
around and get a regular job." 

Alimony, obviously, is based less 
on the actual needs of the woman 
than on what she feels she deserves. 
One state supreme court ruling 
put it this way: "Alimony is 1nea- 
sured by the wants of the person 
entitled to it and the circumstances 
and ability of the man to pay it." 
And most courts seem to place the 
ex-wife’s “wants” considerably 
ahead of the ex-husband's “circum- 
stances and ability to pay." 

The courts aren't interested іп 
whether a woman is capable of 
earning her own living. In fact, 
their decisions discourage aay 
thoughts an ex-missus may have of 
returning to work. They penalize 
the girl who is willing to earn her 
own way by reducing or eliminat- 
ing her alimony payments. It does- 
n't take a very sharp sister to 
figure it's a lot easier to stay horie 
afternoons and play Scrabble with 
the girls and let the ex-hubby pay 
the bills. 

Nor will a guy necessarily get 
off with returning the girl to the 
sort of life she was used to before 
she hooked him. He is expected to 
maintain her in circumstances siin- 
ilar to those she enjoyed as his 
mate. This questionable concept 
is behind most of the larger ali- 
mony settlements and you'll find 
dozens of examples in the files of 
most of the divorce courts of the 
nation. 

"Таке the case of the wealthy 
furniture manufacturer. He mar- 
ried his eager, 26-year-old secretary. 
The marriage lasted exactly three 


months. But when the little lady 
came into court, her lawyer based 
his alimony claim on the standard 
of living she had enjoyed as the 
rich man's wife. 

"Look at this girl, your honor," 
the lawyer pleaded, and that's just 
exactly what the judge was doing. 
"Müst she go back to riding the 
bus, when he rides in his Cadillac? 
Is she supposed to live in a room 
in the home of her father while he 
struts. about his mansion?" 

Тһе judge might have reason- 
ably asked, "Why not?" and ques- 
tioned what had transpired in the 
last three months to warrant any 
different decision. But logic some- 
times gets mislaid in moments like 
this, especially when the lady is а 
full-busted blonde in a low cut 
dress and the judge is on a very 
high bench looking down. 

Those three months of marital 
bliss cost the furniture manufac- 
turer $750 a month, for life — or 
until the sweet little secretary hook- 
ed another fish. 

What makes such fantastic de- 
cisions possible? The primary rea- 
son is simple — there are very few 
actual Jaws regulating alimony 
Most states don’t have statutes that 
set requirements for alimony pay- 
ments. That leaves each case in 
the hands of the presiding judge. 

As a result, all the personal fac- 
tors that can sway a judge are dis- 
creetly brought into play by the 
wife and her attorney. And after 
reviewing а number of the court 
decisions, one wonders whether 
some of the ex-wives didn't show 
up for the proceedings wearing 
bithing suits. F a 

Each state's alimony statutes vary 
just as their divorce laws do. Some 
states, like Minnesota, set an ali- 
mony ceiling at half the man's in- 
come. In Louisiana, it is a third. 
New Hampshire has a time limit 
of three years on alimony pay- 
ments, but this is renewable if the 
woman can show "good cause." 

In Indiana alimony is set at a 
specific figure that can be paid off 
in installments. Неге, at least, а 
man knows there is an ultimate end 
to the payments. 

Pennsylvania awards only tem- 
porary alimony — no permanent 
payments. A man pays only xhile 
the divorce is pending; once (һе 
decree is granted, his obligations to 
the woman cease. The Pennsyl- 
vania legislature has taken the logi- 
cal stand that a man's duty to sup- 
port a woman is a part of the mar- 
riage contract, and that it ссазез 
when the marriage docs. 


A few judges have pulled switch- 
eroos and displayed an uncommon- 
ly rich sense of humor by awarding 
alimony to the-husbands. If they 
do nothing else, such decisions help 
to point up the absurdity of the en- 
tire alimony concept. 

There’s no denying, climinating 
alimony would sharply reduce the 
legalized prostitution now popular 
among certain segments of our pop- 
ulation. Few —sweet-and-lovelies 
would marry middle-aged playboys 
if they couldn’t brush them in a 
year or two and live happily ever 
after on the alimony checks. 

The alimony deck 15 heavily 
stacked against any man in the 
game. There are, however, а few 
tricks worth knowing about. Some 
husbands, anticipating disaster, as- 
semble their meager belongings (in- 
cluding unwashed socks and dog- 
eared marriage manuals) and beat 
it out of town. While the surpris- 
ed wife can get her divorce in au 
uncontested hearing, she cannot 
obtain alimony unless her departed 
swain is served notice of the ccurt 
hearings personally. If he's rafting 
down the Rio Grande, he can be a 
very difficult guy to serve. 

Another stratagem was employed 
by a Detroit executive who offered 
his ex-wife a tempting $1,000 bonus 
if she remarried within five years, 
thus ending his obligation to her. 
He assumed she would prefer to 
better her alimony potential with 
a less worldly but more wealthy 
second spouse, and that the bonus 
would prompt her to quicker ac- 
tion. He was right. Two weeks be- 
fore the deadline, she remarried, . 
and when hubby number two was 
looking the other way, she slipped 
the grand under her garter. 

More courageous husbands ргош- 
ise hectic, headline-making court 
fights. Few wives care to have their 
dirty linen washed in public and 
if the man is willing to go chrough 
the ordeal, or even threatens to, 
he's apt to get a sqnaxcr alimony 
shake. He may even be able to 
trade a quick, quiet divorce for an 
alimony waiver. Once waived, ali 
mony can never be reclaimed. 

Obviously, however, a man isn't 
going to get a really square deal in 
the diorce courts until the alimony 
laws of the nation have been com- 
pletely overhauled, Till then, it's 
important to remember that the 
modern gold digger comcs in а var- 
iety of shapes and sizes. She's after 
the wealthy playboys, but she may 
also be after you. 


" Jeannie—what's the past tense of ‘virgin’?” 


At the Academie Des Vins, 
quiz master Serge Garry gets things started. 
Easier questions to begin with, of course. 


Mademoiselle Genevieve loses 

her skirt and blouse, and the guests begin 
to realize the questions are providing 
most revealing answers. 


Getting down to the bare 

essentials, a bright boy proves education 
is a wonderful thing by winning 

the lady's whatchamacallit. 


10 


different to put some spice іп 

that party you're planning, 
here's a Parisian parlor game guar- 
anteed to make the most bored and 
blasé guest sit up and take notice. 

It’s а French switch on the old 
question-and-answer quiz. As play- 
ed in the bohemian bistros along 
Paris' left bank (where these photo- 
graphs were taken), a quiz master 
tosses questions out at the audience 
and the guest with the correct an- 
swer is permitted to remove a piece 
of clothing from the lovely made- 
moiselle prominetly displayed on 
a stage in the center of the room. 

Аса party, the guest who cor- 
rectly answers a question put to 
him by the host may remove a 
piece of clothing from any other 
guest — making the game much 
morc interesting. 

The rules indicate any number 
can play but Playboy's Game Edi- 
tor reports it's really the most fun 
with just two participants, and a 
bust as solitaire. 


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DECAMERON 


A new translation of one of the choicest stories from Boccaccio’s bawdy classic. 
+ ———^—.- By NORMAN HOLLAND maui 


THE 8TH TALE OF THE 8TH DAY 


Once in Siena, as I understand the 
story, there were two young men 
named Spinelloccio Tanena and Zeppa 
di Mino. Both were wealthy and of 
good families. They were next door 
neighbors in the Camollia, went al- 
most everywhere together, and appar- 
ently loved one another as brothers, 
or even more. Moreover, each had a 
very fair wife. 

Spinelloccio spent much time at 
Zeppa’s house, both when Zeppa 
was home and when he was abroad. 
And, in time, he became so familiar 
with Zeppa’s young wife, he ended by 
lying with her. This affair lasted for 
some little while without anyone be- 
ing the wiser. 

One day, however, Zeppa was 
home unknown to his wife, when 
Spinelloccio came to call. Believing 
no one else to be about, Spinelloccio 
fell immediately to kissing her, and 
she him. Zeppa saw this but made no 
sign, remaining hidden to see where 
the game might lead. Presently, his 
wife and Spinelloccio retired, arm in 
arm, to her bed chamber, there lock- 
ing themselves in. 

Zeppa was enraged, but he made 
no outcry, realizing that to do so 
would not lessen his injury and 
might make public his shame. He 
soothed himself, instead, with thoughts 
of revenge; and after much consider- 
ation, he hit upon a scheme. 

As soon ав Spinelloccio had 
gone, Zeppa entered the bedroom and 
there found his wife not yet fully 
clothed, but in a state of disrepair 
from her bout of love. And he said, 
“Wife, what are you doing?" 

“Can’t you see?” she answered. 

“Yes, indeed yes,” said Zeppa. “I 
have seen far more than I would wish.” 
He then told what he had witnessed 
and she, greatly frightened, confessed 
all and begged her husband’s forgive- 
ness with tears and much emotion. 

Zeppa said, “Wife, you have done me 
a grave wrong, and to purchase my 
pardon, you must now do what I ask 
of you. Send a message to Spinelloccio 
leaving me tomorrow at three and 
asking him to find some excuse for 
coming to you here. While you are 
together, I shall return. As soon as 
you hear me, make him get into the 
large chest and lock it. When you 
have done that, I will tell you what 


else you must do. And do not be afraid 
for I promie you I will not harm 
either Spinelloccio or yourself." 

To satisfy her husband, the lady 
promised to do as he had bid her. 

The next day Spinelloccio and 
Zeppa were together, and as three 
o'clock drew near, Spinelloccio excus- 
ed himself from the company of his 
friend by saying, “І am dining today 
with a friend who I must not keep 
waiting." 

“But it is still some time until 
dinner," replied Zeppa. 

“Мо matter,” said  Spinelloccio. 
"[ must speak with him about some 
business of mine, so I should be there 
early." 

Spinelloccio then hurried to the 
rendezvous with his friend's wife. 

He had been with her only a 
few moments when Zeppa loudly voic- 
ed his arrival. The lady, feigning 
fright, made Spinelloccio hide in Ше 
chest, locked him in, and went forth 
from her chamber. 

“Wife, is it dinner time?” Zep- 
pa asked. 

“Yes,” she answered. 

“Spinelloccio has gone to dine 
with a friend,” said Zeppa in a very 
loud voice. “His wife is alone. Go 
to the window, call her, and tell her 
to come and have dinner with us.” 

The wife, still fearful and there- 
fore mighty obedient, hastened to do 
her husband’s bidding. 

Spinelloccio’s spouse, after some 
persuading, agreed to join them. When 
she entered, Zeppa greeted her affec- 
tionately, and whispering to his wife 
to go into the kitchen, then took the 
lady by the hand and led her into 
the bed chamber. Once inside, he 
turned and locked the door. 

"Zeppa, what is the meaning of 
this?" the lady exclaimed. “15 this how 
you show your love and loyal friend- 
ship for my husband, Spinelloccio?” 

Zeppa drew the fair lady near 
the chest in which Spinelloccio was 
hidden, and holding her close to him, 
said: "Woman, before you complain, 
listen to what І have to say. I have 
loved and do still love Spinelloccio 
like a brother. Yet, yesterday, with- 
out his knowing it, Y discovered that 
my trust in him had come to this — 
he has lain with my wife even as he 
lies with you. 

"Now, even with that 1 love 
him too much to seek revenge — be- 


yond the offense itself. Spinelloccio 
has had my wife and now I mean to 
have you. Our pleasure here will 
even the score and right the wrong he 
has done me." 

“If this interlude will set things 
straight,” said the lady, “I am con- 
tent. But I pray you, Zeppa, forgive 
your wife, as I intend to, despite what 
she has done to me.” 

“This I will do,” Zeppa replied, 
“and, moreover, when we have fin- 
ished, I shall give you a rare and pre- 
cious jewel unlike any you have ever 
owned.” 

So saying, he embraced and kiss- 

her passionately, then laid her 
upon the chest where they took their 
pleasure. 

Spinelloccio heard all from his 
hiding place within the chest and then 
felt the dance of love that took place 
above his head. He was, at first, so 
angered he almost died. Indeed, he 
would have shouted insults at his wife 
if he had not feared discovery. 

"Then, remembering his own pre- 
dicament and that he, himself, was 
really the start of it all, Spinelloccio 
admitted, inwardly, Zeppa was really 
most justified in what he was about — 
and was, in fact, most humane in not 
seeking a more violent vengeance. 
Whereupon, Spinelloccio vowed to be 
an even closer friend in the future, 
if Zeppa would allow it. 

Having satisfied himself, Zeppa 
dismounted from tbe chest. Where- 
upon, the lady asked for the promised 
jewel Терра smiled, opened the 
chamber door and called in his wife. 
Then he went to the chest, unlocked 
it, апа threw up the lid, exclaiming, 
“Неге is the jewel I promised you!” 

It would be hard to say who was 
the more embarrassed — Spinelloccio 
seeing Zeppa and realizing that he 
knew all — or Spinelloccio's wife, see- 
ing her husband and realizing he had 
heard and felt what she had been 
about above his very head. 

But Spinelloccio climbed from 
the chest with these words: "Zeppa, we 
are even and it is well. As dearest 
friends, we have shared all things but 
our wives — and now we have these. 
too, іп common.” 

Zeppa agreed, and all dined to- 
gether in the most peaceful way imag- 
inable. And from that time on, each 
of the ladies had two husbands and 
each of the men two wives. 


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PLAYBOY 


“After you finish fixing that faucet, Mr. Jackson, I wish you'd take a 
look at this shower.” 


Crazy Charlie, the used 
car dealer, was out to break 
all sales records with his "like 
new" models. А large sign 
in his window announced; “А 
Blonde Free With Each Car." 
A delighted young wolf 
lunked down his cash and, 
ot with anticipation, drove 
his newly-won blonde out 
into the country. He parked, 
gave her a couple of prelimi- 
nary kisses, and whispered a 
suggestion in her ear. 
She shook her head, smiled, 
and said, "You got that when 
you bought this car." 


Peters was the university’s 
star fullback. A few days be- 
fore the big game, he in- 
jured his leg during a prac 
tice scrimmage, and was told 
he would be unable to play 
in the game of the year. The 
college paper planned to an- 
nounce the sad news with 
the headline "Team Will 
Play Without Peters." 

However, the dean caught 
this bit of college humor be- 
fore the paper went to press 
and ordered the editor to 
change it or be kicked off 
the paper. The editor com- 
plied, and Saturday morning 
the paper hit the campus with 
the headline, “Team Will 
Play With Peters Out." 


А young man met his ex- 
wife at a party and after a few 
drinks, he suggested that they 
have another try at marriage. 

"Over my dead body," she 
sneered. 

He downed his drink, and 
replied, "I see you haven't 
changed a bit." 


А man was complaining to 
a friend about an uncle who 
was staying with him: “I 
didn't mind when he wore 
my suits, I didn't object when 
he smoked my best cigars, 
drank my bourbon, and bor- 
rowed my car every night. 
But when he sat down at the 
dinner table and laughed at 
me with my own teeth — that 
was too much!” 


The judge looked down at 
the sweet young thing. “You 
claim that the defendant stole 
your money from your stock- 
ing?” he asked. 

“That’s right, your honor,” 
she answered. 

“Well, why didn’t you re- 
sist?” the judge asked. 

Тһе girl blushed and low- 
ered her eyes. “I didn't know 
he was after my money, your 


4 honor,” she said. 


Three Frenchmen were dis- 
cussing the meaning of 
the word savoir-faire. The 
first explained, “If you come 
home and discover your wife 
in another man’s arms and 
you say, ‘Excuse me, that's 
savoir-faire." 

"No, по,” said another who 
was slightly older and more 
experienced, “that's not quite 
right. If you come home and 
find your wife in another 
man's arms and you say, 'Ex- 
cuse me, proceed, that's sa- 
votr-faire!” 

The third Frenchman was 
still older and wiser, and he 
said, with a smile, “I’m afraid 
neither of you really under- 
stands the full meaning of 
the word. If you come home 
and discover your wife in the 
arms of another man and you 
say, “Excuse me, proceed,’ and 
he proceeds, then he has 
savoir-faire." 


А director was interviewing 
a pretty young actress who 
had just arrived in Holly- 
wood from the east. After 
the usual questions, he look- 
ed her up and down and ask- 
ed, "Are you a virgin?" 

She nodded, then realizing 
a job might hinge on her an- 
swer, she added, “But I'm not 
a fanatic about it!” 


An elderly gentleman visit- 
ed his doctor with the com- 
plaint that he believed he was 
becoming impotent. 

“When did you first be- 
come aware of this problem?" 
the doctor asked. 

The old gentleman replied, 
"Yesterday afternoon, twice 
last night and again this 


WHAT MAKES 


OME say her real name is Norma Jean Baker. 

Others claim it’s Norma Jeane Mortenson. Her 
measurements have been reported as 35” 24” 87”, 
8715” 25" 37%” and 3714” 23" 87". Sometimes 
she’s 5/4" tall and weighs 120 pounds, but she may 
shift unexpectedly to 55%” and weigh in at 118. 

"Though the gentlemen who handle such matters 
for the magazines and newspapers of the nation seem 
to be working with a rich variety of statistics, their 
sum totals all come out the same. No matter how you 
add it up, Marilyn "blonde all over" Monroe is the 
juiciest morsel to come out of the California hills 
since the discovery of the navel orange. 

Her own exciting 3 dimensions are doing as much 
to keep her studio іп the black as all the ballyhooed 
3-D gimmicks. She can put more sensual appeal into 
a simple glance or movement than any Oomph, T, 
Snap, Crackle or Pop girl in Hollywood's sensual his- 


tory. She's as famous as Dwight Eisenhower and Dick 
"Tracy, and she and Dr. Kinsey have so monopolized 
sex this year, some people in high places are investi- 
gating to make certain no anti-trust laws have been 
bent or broken. 

At this point, it seems perfectly natural to ask why? 
What has made Marilyn “all I wear to bed is Chanel 
No. 5” Monroe the undisputed Love Goddess of this 
particular generation? Š 


Publicity is the most obvious answer. Nobody 
climbs to stardom without a healthy boost from the 
rear by a Grade-A publicity man. In this case, there 
are two — Harry Brand and Roy Craft — both Grade- 
A. They do their boosting for 20th Century Fox, 
and they outdid themselves оп Marilyn. Yet some 
of the biggest publicity breaks were unplanned. Mari- 
lyn's romance with Joltin’ Joe DiMaggio was on the 
up and up; in fact the studio boys were actually 


MARILYN’? 


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against it, because they thought it would hurt her 
popularity. And when they first heard about the 
now famous nude calendar, even their ulcers had 
ulcers. 

Yes, publicity is certainly a part of Marilyn's popu- 
larity — but only a part. Promotion men grow grey 
trying to out-promote one another in the glamour 
girl field, for constant exposure to the cheesecake 
virus has left most citizens almost immune. Marilyn 
caught on in epidemic proportions because, as Life 
put it, she's "the real article." 

What makes Marilyn the real article? 

Is it her body? Fortunately she has given us an 
unusually complete view of this part of the attraction 
for careful study and consideration. There is no 
denying the young lady is very wcll stacked. 

Yet, her curves really aren’t that spectacular. Even 
if you believe the best of thé conflicting reports— 
8715” 23” 37” (and we don't) — we've known girls 
in our roguish wanderings who beat those dimensions 
all to hell. 

The same can be said for her face. It’s sweet, wide- 
eyed and innocent — and on top of her rather surreal- 
istic torso, it’s slightly sensational. But Hollywood 
uses ‘slightly sensational females for waitresses and 
studio messengers, 

More than either face or body, it is what little 
Norma Jean has learned to do with both. Caruso, 
they say, could break a wine glass with his voice. 
Marilyn shatters whole rows of beer steins with a 
single, seductive look. And when she turns and slow- 
ly undulates out of a room, seismographs pick up 
quivers a thousand miles away. 

All of which is to say — there is nothing else quite 
like Marilyn on this good earth — be it animal, vege- 
table or mineral. She is natural sex personified. It 
is there in every look and movement. That’s what 
makes her the most natural choice in the world for 
our very first Playboy Sweetheart. 


Sle fe Meth — 


Well be running а beautiful, full color unpinned pin-up 
in each new issue of PLAYBOY, but we're mighty pleased 
to have the famous nude of Marilyn Monroe as a starter. 


There were actually two poses shot au naturel back in 
949, just before the gorgeous blonde got her first movie 
break. When they appeared as calendar art, they helped 


catapult her to stardom. We've selected the better of the 
two as our first PLAYBOY Sweetheart. 


Courtesy of John Baumgarth Co., Melrose Park, Illinois 


Reprinted fom "Wild, Wild Women" by Virgil Partch with permission of the 
Publishers, Little, Brown & Co. and Duell, Sloan & Pearce. 


sex. It's jam packed full оѓ; 
figures, tables and gg à 


Partch II just mak 


personally, that’s t| y We prefer it. 


"Guess who" 


by SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOY 


ILLUSTRATED BY WILLIAM L. MARSH 


INTRODUC 


HERLOCK HoLMrs took his 

bottle from the corner of the 

mantelpiece, and his hypo- 
dermic syringe from its neat moroc- 
co case. With his long, white, 
nervous fingers he adjusted the 
delicate needle and rolled back his 
left shirtcuff. For some little time 
his eyes rested thoughtfully upon 
the sinewy forearm and wrist, all 
dotted and scarred with innumer- 
able puncture-marks. Finally, he 
thrust the sharp point home, pressed 
down the tiny piston, and sank 
back into the velvet-lined armchair 
with a long sigh of satisfaction. 

Three times a day for many 
months I had witnessed this per- 
formance, but custom had not 
reconciled my mind to it. On the 
contrary, from day to day I had 
become more irritable at the ine 
and my conscience swelled nightly 
within me at the thought that I 
had lacked the courage to protest. 
Again and again I had registered 
a vow that I should deliver my soul 
upon the subject; but there was 
that in the cool, nonchalant air of 
my companion which made him the 
last man with whom one would 
care to take anything approaching 
to a liberty. His great powers, his 
masterly manner, and the expe- 
rience which I had had of his many 
extraordinary qualities, all made 
me diffident and backward in cross- 
ing him. 

Yet upon that afternoon, whether 
it was the Beaune which I had 
taken with lunch or the additional 
exasperation produced by the ex- 
treme deliberation of his manner, 
I suddenly felt that І could hold 
out no longer. 

"Which is it to-day," I asked, 
"morphine or cocaine?" 

He raised his eyes languidly from 
the old blackletter volume which 
he had opened. 

"It is cocaine," he said, “а seven- 
percent solution. Would you care 
to try it?" 

"No, indeed" I answered 
brusquely. “Му constitution has 
not got over the Afghan campaign 
yet. I cannot afford to throw any 
extra strain upon it." 

He smiled at my vehemence. 
лан you аге right, Watson," 
he said. "I suppose that its influ- 
ence is physically a bad one. I find 
it, however, so transcendently stim- 
ulating and claritying to the mind 
that its secondary action is a matter 
of small moment." 


"But consider!" I said carnestly. 
"Count the cost! Your brain may, 
as you say, be roused and excited, 
but it is a pathological and morbid 
process which involves increased 
tissue-change and may at least leave 
a permanent weakness. You know, 
too, what a black reaction comes 
upon you. Surely the game is 
hardly worth the candle. Why 
should you, for a mere passing 
pleasure, risk the loss of those great 
powers with which you have been 
endowed? Remember that I speak 
not only as one comrade to another 
but as a medical man to one for 
whose constitution he is to some 
extent answerable.” 

He did not seem offended. On 
the contrary, he put his finger-tips 
together, and leaned his elbows on 
the arms of his chair, like one who 
has a relish for conversation. 

"My mind," he said, "rebels at 
stagnation. Give me problems, give 
me work, give me the most abstruse 
cryptogram, or the most intricate 
analysis, and I am in my own 
proper atmosphere. I can dispense 
then with artificial stimulants. But 
I abhor the dull routine of exist- 
ence. Icrave for mental exaltation. 
That is why I have chosen my own 
particular profession, or rather 
created it, for I am the only one in 
the world." 

"The only unofficial detective?" 
I said, raising my eyebrows. 

“The only unofficial consulting 
detective," he answered. "I am the 
last and highest court of appeal in 
detection. When Gregson, or Les- 
trade, or Anthony Jones are out of 
their depths—which, by the way, is 
their normal state—the matter is 
laid before me. I examine the data, 
as an expert and pronounce a 
specialists opinion. I claim no 
credit in such cases. My name fig- 
ures in no newspaper. The work 
itself, the pleasure of finding a field 
for my peculiar powers, is my high- 
cst reward. But you have yourself 
had some experience of my methods 
of work in (а Jeferson Hope case.” 

"Yes indeed," said I cordially. 
“1 was never so struck by anything 
in my life. I even embodied it in a 
small brochure, with the somewhat 
Me title of 'A Study in Scar- 
m 


He shook his head sadly. 

"I glanced over it," said he. 
"Honestly, I cannot congratulate 
you upon it. Detection is, or ought 
to be, an exact science and should 


Printed with permission of the estate cf Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. 


Come back with us 
more than half a century 
to the familiar lodgings 
at 221B Baker Street 

and meet the most 


famous detective of all time. 


Holmes pressed down the tiny piston. 


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SHERLOCK HOLMES continued 


be treated in the same cold and 
unemotional manner. You have 
attempted to tinge it with romanti- 
cism, which produces much the 
same effect as if you worked a love- 
story or an elopement into the fifth 
proposition of Euclid." 

"But the romance was there," І 
remonstrated. “I could not tamper 
with the facts.” 

“Some facts should be su: pressed, 
or, at least, a just sense of propor- 
tion should be observed in treating 
them. The only point in the case 
which deserved mention was the 
curious analytical reasoning from 
effects to causes, by which I suc- 
ceeded in unravelling it.” 

I was annoyed at this criticism 
of a work which had been specially 
designed to please him. I confess, 
too, that I was irritated by the ego- 
tism which seemed to demand that 
every line of my pamphlet should 
be devoted to his own special 
doings. More than once during the 
years that I had lived with him in 
Baker Street I had observed that a 
small vanity underlay my compan- 
ion's quiet and didactic manner. 
I made no remark, however, but sat 
nursing my wounded leg. I had 
had a Jezail bullet through it some 
time before, and though it did not 
prevent me from walking it ached 
wearily at every change of the 
weather. 

“Му practice has extended re- 
cently to the Continent," said 
Holmes after a while, filling up his 
old brierroot pipe. "I was con- 
sulted last week by Francois le 
Villard, who, as you probably know, 
has come rather to the front lately 
in the French detective service. He 
has all the Celtic power of quick 
intuition, but he is deficient in the 
wide range of exact knowledge 
which is essential to the higher de- 
velopments of his art. The case was 
concerned with a will and possessed 
some features of interest. I was able 
to refer him to two parallel cases, 
the one at Riga in 1857, and the 
other at St. Louis in 1871, which 
have suggestcd to him the true 
solution. Here is the letter which I 
had this morning acknowledging 
my assistance." 

He tossed over, as he spoke, a 
crumpled sheet of foreign note- 
paper. I glanced my eyes down it, 
catching a profusion of notes of ad- 
miration, with stray magnifiques, 
coup-de-maitres and tours-de-force, 
all testifying to the ardent admira- 
tion of the Frenchman. 

"He speaks as a pupil to his 
master," said I. 


“Man—is she stacked!" 


“Oh, he rates my assistance too 
highly,” said Sherlock Holmes 
lightly. “He has considerable gifts 
himself. He possesses two out of 
the three qualities necessary for the 
ideal detective. He has the power 
of observation and that of deduc- 
tion. He is only wanting in knowl- 
edge, and that may come in time. 
Не is now translating my small 
works into French." 

"Your works?" 

"Oh, didn't you know?" he cried, 
laughing. "Yes, I have been guilty 
of several monographs. They are 
all upon technical subjects. Here, 
for example, is one ‘Upon the Dis- 
tinction between the Áshes of the 
Various Tobaccos.’ In it I enu- 
merate a hundred and forty forms 
of cigar, cigarette, and pipe tobacco, 
with coloured plates illustrating the 
difference in the ash. It is a point 
which is continually turning up in 
criminal trials, and which is some- 
times of supreme importance as a 
clue. If you can say definitely, for 
example, that some murder had 
been done by a man who was smok- 
ing an Indian lunkah, it obviously 
narrows your field of search. To the 
trained eye there is as much differ- 
ence between the black ash of a 
Trichinopoly and the white fluff 
of bird’s-eye as there is between a 
cabbage and a potato,” 

"You have’ an оиса 
genius for minutiae,” I remarked. 

"I appreciate their importance. 
Here is my monograph upon the 
tracing of footsteps, with some re- 
marks upon the uses of plaster of 
Paris as a preserver of impresses. 
Here, too, is a curious little work 
upon the influence of a trade upon 
the form of the hand, with litho- 
types of the hands of slaters, sailors, 
corkcutters, compositors, weavers, 
and diamond-polishers. 

That is a matter of great practi- 
cal interest to the scientific detective 
—especially in cases of unclaimed 


bodies, or in discovering the ante- 
cedents of criminals. But I weary 
you with my hobby.” 

"Not at all" I answered ear- 
nestly. "It is of the greatest interest 
to me, especially since I have had 
the opportunity of observing your 
practical application of it But you 
spoke just now of observation and 
deduction. Surely the one to some 
extent implies the other." 

"Why, hardly" he answered, 
leaning back luxuriously in his arm- 
chair and sending up thick blue 
wreaths from his pipe. "For exam- 
ple, observation shows me that you 
have been to the Wigmore Street 
Post-Office this morning, but deduc- 
tion lets me know that when there 
you dispatched a telegram." 

"Right!" said I. "Right on both 
points! But I confess that I don't 
see how you arrived at it. It was а 
sudden impulse upon my part, and 
Ihave mentioned it to no one." 

"It is simplicity itself,” he ге- 
marked, chuckling at my surprise— 
"so absurdly simple that an expla- 
nation is superfluous; and yet it 
may serve to define the limits of 
observation and of deduction. Ob- 
servation tells me that you have a 
little. reddish mould adhering to 
your instep. Just opposite the Wig- 
more Street Office they have taken 
up the pavement and thrown up 
some earth, which lies in such a 
way that it is difficult to avoid 
treading in it in entering. The 
earth is of this peculiar reddish tint 
which is found. as far as I know, 
nowhere else in the neighbourhood. 
So much is observation. 'The rest 
is deduction." 

“How, then, did you deduce the 
telegram?" 

"Why, of course I knew that you 
had not written a letter, since I 
sat opposite to you all morning. 
I see also in your open desk there 
that you have a sheet of stamps and 


a thick bundle of postcards. What 
could you go into the post-office for, 
then, but to send a wire? Eliminate 
all other factors, and the one which 
remains must be the truth." 

"In this case it certainly is so," 
I replied after a little thought. 
“Тһе thing, however, is, as you say, 
of the simplest. Would you think 
me impertinent if I were to put 
your theories to a more severe test?" 

"On the contrary," he answered, 
"jt would prevent me from taking 
a second dose of cocaine. I should 
be delighted to look into any prob- 
lem which you might submit to 
me." 

“1 have heard you say it is diffi- 
cult for a man to have any object 
in daily use without leaving the 
impress of his individuality upon 
it in such a way that a trained ob- 
server might read it. Now, I have 
here a watch which has recently 
come into my possession. Would 

ou have the kindness to let me 
ve an opinion upon the character 
or habits of the late owner?" 

I handed him over the watch with 
some slight feeling of amusement 
in my heart, for the test was, as I 
thought, an impossible one, and I 
intended it as a lesson against the 
somewhat dogmatic tone which he 
occasionally assumed. He balanced 
the watch in his hand, gazed hard 
at the dial, opened the back, and 


examined, the works, first with his 
naked eyes and then with a power- 
ful convex lens. I could hardly 
keep from smiling at his crestfallen 
face when he finally Hopes the 
case to and handed it back. 

“There are hardly any data," he 
remarked. “Тһе watch has been 
recently cleaned, which robs me of 
my most suggestive facts." 

"You are right," I answered. “It 
was cleaned before being sent to 
me.” 

In my heart I accused my com- 
panion of putting foreward a most 
lame and impotent excuse to cover 
his failure. What data could he ex- 
pect from an uncleaned watch? 

“Though unsatisfactory, my ге- 
search has not been entirely bar- 
ren," he observed, staring up at the 
ceiling with dreamy, lack-lustre 
eyes. “Subject to your correction, 
I should judge that the watch be- 
longed to your elder brother, who 
inherited it from your father.” 

“That you gather, no doubt, from 
the H. W. upon the back?” 

“Quite so. The W. suggests your 
own name. The date of the watch 
is nearly fifty years back, and the 
initials are as old as the watch: so 
it was made for the last generation. 
Jewelry usually descends to the 
eldest son, and he is most likely to 


have the same name as the father. 
Your father has, if I remember 
right, been dead many years. It has, 
therefore, been in the hands of yout 
eldest brother.” 

"Right, so far,” said 1. "Any- 
thing else?" 

*He was a man of untidy habits 
—very untidy and careless. Не was 
left with good prospects, but he 
threw away his chances, lived for 
some time in poverty with occa- 
sional short intervals of prosperity, 
and finally, taking to drink, he died. 
"That is all I can gather." 

I sprang from my chair and 
limped impatiently about the room 
with considerable bitterness in my 
heart. 

“This is unworthy of you, 
Holmes,” I said. “I could not have 
believed that you would have de- 
scendcd to this. You have made in- 
quiries into the history of my un- 
happy brother, and you now pre- 
tend to deduce this knowledge in 
some fanciful way. You cannot ex- 

ct me to believe that you have 
read all this from his old watch! It 
is unkind and, to speak plainly, has 
a touch of charlatanism in it." 

“Му dear doctor," said he kindly, 
"pray accept my apologies. View- 
ing the matter as an abstract prob- 
lem, I had forgotten how personal 
and painful a thing it might be to 
you. I assure you, however, that I 
never even knew that you had a 
brother until you handed me the 
watch." 

“Then how in the name of all 
that is wonderful did you get thesc 
facts? "They are absolutely correct 
in every particular." 

“АҺ, that is good luck. I could 
only say what was the balance of 
probability. 1 did not at all expect 
to be so accurate." 

“But it was not mere guesswork?” 

“No, no: I never guess. It Ба 
shocking habit—destructive to the 
logical faculty. What seems strange 
to you is only so because you do not 
follow my train of thought or ob- 
serve the small facts upon which 
large inferences may depend. For 
example, I began by stating that 
your brother was careless. When 
you observe the lower part of that 
watch-case you notice that it is not 
only dinted in two places but it is 
cut and marked all over from the 
habit of keeping other hard objects, 


such as coins or keys, in the same 
pocket, Surely it is no great feat to 
assume that a man who treats a 
fifty-guinca watch so cavalierly must 
be a careless man. Neither is it a 
very far-fetched inference that a 
man who inherits one article of 
such value is pretty well provided 
for in other respects.” 

I nodded to show that I followed 
his reasoning. 

“It is very customary for pawn- 
brokers in England, when they take 
a watch, to scratch the numbers of 
the ticket with a pin-point upon the 
inside of the casc. It is more handy 
than a label as there is no risk of 
the number being lost or trans- 
posed. There are no less than four 
such numbers visible to my lens on 
the inside of the case. Inference— 
that your brother was often at low 
water. Secondary inference— that 
he had occasional bursts of prosper- 
ity, or he could not have redeemed 
the pledge. Finally, I ask you to 
look at the inner plate, which con- 
tains the keyhole. Look at the 
thousands of scratches all round the 
hole — marks where the key has 
slipped. What sober man’s key 
could have scored those grooves? 
But you will never see a drunkard’s 
watch without them. He winds it at 
night, and he leaves these traces of 
his unsteady hand. Where is the 
mystery in all this?" 

“И is as clear as daylight," I an- 
swered. ^I regret the injustice 
which I did you. I should have had 
more faith in your marvellous fac- 
ulty. May I ask whether you have 
any professional inquiry on foot at 

resent?" 

"None. Hence the cocaine. I 
cannot live without brainwork. 
What else is there to live for? 
Stand at the window here. Was 
ever such a dreary, dismal, unprof- 
itable world? See how the yellow 
fog swirls down the street and drifts 
across the dun-coloured houses. 
What could be more hopelessly 
prosaic and material? What is the 
use of having powers, Doctor, when 
one has no field upon which to ex- 
ert them? Crime is commonplace, 
existence is commonplace, and no 
qualities save those which are com- 
monplace have any function upon 


earth." 


Starting with the next issue, PLAYBOY will present 


a series of the most famous adventures of Sherlock Holmes. 


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Аа задал ê bitn ro LH ee NP e 


"Damn it, Henderson—the fire's across the street!" 


Ап open letter from 


YOU know me, fellows — I'm an eastern boy. Have been all my Ше. 
Just moved out here to Southern California last month to try and 
soothe an ugly ulcer and some jangled, city-type nerves. 

I rented myself a little place on the outskirts of L. А. The deal 
included a six room house, some palm trees and a private swimming 

ool. 

à Тһе house and the palm trees were a good idea, but the pool 
was sheer genius. 

1 discovered that California is a very friendly state and that 
"Come see my swimming pool" works much better than "etchings" 
ever did. Whats more, it works any time of day or night. 

Ym enclosing some pictures of my favorite pool-pal of the 
moment. We locked bumpers at a drive-in two weeks ago and have 
been practically inseparable ever since. 

She took to the pool idea right away, and when she showed 
up the next afternoon in a bikini bathing suit, 1 decided to sign a 
three year lease on the place. 

That was some bathing suit. Well, to be perfectly honest, I’m 
giving the suit more credit than it deserves. She put a lot better 
material into it than the manufacturer did. Let's face it, the suit 
was really nothing much. That’s what made it so interesting. 


554 22) Э. 2 
жыр hes xs 


She unlined my laum imit- She even ate Genel. in it — 


But when I told her I didn’t think she could swim in it, she agreed 
with me. Then she handed the suit to те... 


and went in swimming without it- 


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I told her she was going to sizzle her 
epidermis, but at the end of the afternoon, the 
only things sunburned were my eyeballs. 


Yeah, California is a helluva fine state. 


The swimming pool has an intricately designed mo- 
saic pattern running around it. Interesting, eh? 


It was amazing how that lovely little lady could 
float without the help of water wings or anything. 


PLAYBOY 


G REEN EYES brought down the house. The kids 
had danced dreamily through 7 Hear A Rhapsody 
and clapped loud and long for Tangerine, but when 
the band swung into Green Eyes, with the male vocal- 
ist handling the first ballad chorus, a pert blonde 
singing the familiar jump version on the second, the 
whole place rocked. The little man in front of the 
orchestra was Jimmy Dorsey and these were the won- 
derful numbers that had made him famous. 

One might have expected more JD standards in the 
next set, but the band opened up with РП Never 
Smile Again, then turned their brass loose on Song of 
India and Marie. "There was another fellow up front 
now, blowing a familiar, sentimental horn, and even 
the squares who'd wandered into the ballroom with- 
out reading the signs outside could gucss that Jimmy 
and Tommy Dorsey were playing together again, 
though they might not have known it was the first 
time in nearly eighteen years. 

The original Dorsey Brothers Band of "34 and '35 
is one of the most famous in jazz history. But it's 
probably remembered best because of the phenomenal 
success each of the brothers achieved separately in the 
years that followed. 

The Dorseys began their professional careers in 
1922, when Jimmy, then eighteen, signed to play clari- 
net and sax with a little jazz group called the Sacra- 
mento Sirens. Jimmy talked the leader into hiring 
his younger brother Tommy to play trombone and 
both brothers were on their way. After a stint with 
the California Ramblers, а popular recording band 
of the day, they landed with Jean Goldkette. 


А 1934 handbill plugged the first Dorsey 
Brothers Orchestra аз “Radio’s Next 
Name Band.” Fame was just around the 
corner, but for two bands, not one. 


It was with Goldkette and later with Paul White- 
man that the boys picked up polish, changing from 
eager, steamed-up jazz men to accomplished musicians. 
Goldkette and Whiteman knew how to take the raw 
flavor and excitement of jazz and make it commer- 
dally acceptable. They made good popular music 
pay, and the brothers learned lessons from them that 
they've never forgotten. 

Іп 1927 with Whiteman, the Dorseys were moving 
among the great, playing and hob-nobbing with men 
like Eddy Lang, Bix Beiderbecke, Matty Melneck, Joe 
Venuti and Frankie Trumbauer. Just three years 
before, Whiteman had played his famous New York 
jazz concert introducing George Gershwin's Rhapsody 
In Blue. Jazz had become a national craze and its 
exponents national celebritics. 


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THE DORSEY 


After a year the Dorseys quit Whiteman to pick up 
some of the big money to be had in radio and record- 
ing dates in New York. They backed up Bing Crosby, 
The Boswell Sisters, Ruth Etting; Rudy Vallee and 
Rubinoff. The first record they made under their 
own names was a semi-concert piece cut in '27. The 
label read: “The Dorsey Brothers’ Concert Orchestra, 
Eugene Ormandy Conducting.” 

In 1933 Jimmy and Tommy formed the original 
Dorsey Brothers Band. They weren't planning to 
create anything new in jazz; it was a commercial unit 
for dance dates. Тһе band was small with three 
saxes, four brass, and four rhythm. They had Ray 
McKinley on drums, Bob Crosby on vocals, and a 
young man named Glenn Miller doing their arrang- 


ing. 
Тһе first Dorsey Brothers Band: only lasted a few 


BROTHERS 


By Arthur Silver 


GOING THEIR SEPARATE WAYS, JIMMY AND 


TOMMY DORSEY HAD TWO OF THE BIGGEST 


BANDS OF THE BIG BAND ERA; TOGETHER 


AGAIN, THEY MAY BRING THAT ERA BACK. 


Helen O'Connell and 
Bob Eberly supplied 
the vocals for the fam- 
ous Jimmy Dorsey 
band. This was 1940 
and both the Dorsey 
brothers were at the 
top of their popularity. 


months. The brothers parted company in 

the winter of 1933. They were playing a 

dance date at the Glen Island Casino — 

Tommy was up front, beating the time for 

the number. "Thats too fast," Jimmy 

called from the sax section. Tommy 

glared at him, snatched up his trom- 

bone and stalked off the bandstand. The 

New York World Telegram reported, “Personal acri- 
mony crept in, but musical differences were the real 
cause of the quarrel that split the Dorseys.” 

Whether music or temperament caused. the rift, it 
was one of the luckiest disagreements in jazz history. 
The boys went their separate ways and produced two 
of the biggest bands of the wonderful Big Band Era 
that followed. 

In the late thirties and early forties, America redis- 
covered its Еее. We'd just come out of a depression 
and we felt like dancing. Phonographs, almost put 
out of business by radio, were suddenly bigger sellers 
than ever before. Swing was king. The music of 
Goodman, Miller, Herman,. Shaw, James, and the 
Dorseys filled the airways. 

Jimmy featured a “Contrasts in Music" style and 
vocalists Bob Eberly and Helen O'Connel doing num- 
bers like Tangerine, Amapola, and Green Eyes. 

‘Tommy offered star instrumentalists Ziggy Elman, 
Bunny Berigan, Buddy Rich, Charlie Spivak, Ray 
Bauduc, and vocalists Frank Sinatra, Jo Stafford, Con- 
nie Haines, Jack Leonard and Тһе Pied Pipers, play- 
ing and singing pop classics like Boogie Woogie, Star- 
dust, Song of India, РИ Never Smile Again, There Are 
Such Things, and Marie. Jimmy Dorsey sold 40 mil- 
lion records; Tommy Dorsey, 70 million. 

After the war, the bottom dropped out of the dance 
band business. Progressives Kenton and Herman took 
jazz into the concert halls and the biggest selling rec- 
ords were vocals with fancy orchestral backgrounds — 
Sinatra and Stordahl setting the pace. 

Some believe the day of the big dance band is gone 
forever. There are signs that suggest otherwise, how- 
€ver. Several of the record companies have formed 
new dance-type bands in the last few montlis with very 
encouraging results. RCA Victor has built two re- 
cording groups — one fronted by Ralph Flanagan, a 
Sammy Kaye arranger, the other by Eddie Sauter and 
Bill Finegan, ex-arrangers for Goodman and Miller. 
Both have done remarkably well:on records and are 
now meeting with success in dance-dates around the 
country. Capitol has done the same thing, with 
equally encouraging results, with Billy May, an ex- 
Glenn Miller trumpet player. And Columbia has 
Goodman, who last spring organized a forty-city tour 
with a group including Ziggy Elman, Gene Krupa, 
"Teddy Wilson and Helen Ward. It was primarily a 
concerthall thing, but they included several dances 
on their itinerary and went over big everywhere they 
appeared, even though BG became ill early in the 
tour and was unable to continue with the group. 

Тһе new Dorsey Brothers Band has been styled for 
dancing, playing dance-dates almost exclusively, and 
has been tremendously successful. If the new Dorsey 
Band can help bring back a time when the flick ора 
radio dial any evening brought you music like Miller's 
Serenade In Blue, Ellington's A Train, Frenesi by 
Shaw, and Boogie Woogie, Tangerine and Marie by 
the Dorseys themselves—then their reunion may be 
even more significant than their parting eighteen 


years ago. 


31 


PLAYBOY 


32 


Wha'd'ya mean you'll call the house detective? I'm the house detective!!" 


Matanzas poo Af Air 


MATANZAS is a very old town about 
ninety miles east of Havana. For cen- 
turies it has been one of the leading 
sugar ports of the world, and one of 
the most popular with sailors, too. 

It has everything a man looks for 
in a town — a wealth of saloons, lots 
of good food, and a great sufficiency 
of friendly and forgiving women. 

This Chantey Man has had a love 
affair with Matanzas since the first 


time we dropped the hook there. We 
spent most our nights in a spot run 
by an ebony amazon named Sister 
Fifi. It в Есе) who first introduced 
us to Sob-Sob Rice and Chicken. Her 
place, its food and entertainment, 
must be recorded now that the do- 
gooders have closed her up. 

Feef was nearly six feet tall, as solid 
and large as the trunk of a sequoia, 
and about the color of an eggplant. 
She glistened purple in the light and 
flashed a Comstock Lode of gold when 
she smiled. 

Her saloon was class, the kind our 
messmen would go to without their 
kitchen knives stuck in their belts. On 
the first floor was a bar, a lime of 
rickety tables and chairs, and a stamp- 
sized dance floor that Еее? girls used 
to complete preliminary negotiations. 

Up above was the "gymnasium," a 
row of windowles rooms whose dim 
precincts of love were presided over 
by Еее в chinese husband, LeRoy Eng. 
LeRoy was a little man. whose chief 
claim to fame was 'Go-To-HellBit- 
ters" a drink he'd created. It’s the 
finest cure for a morningafter we've 
ever come across, and we'll tell you 
about it another time. 

And the "gymnasium" wasn't the 
only entertainment Есе! offered. There 
was a cock-fighting pit in the back 
yard. Back there we once saw a 
handler get the first joint of his fore- 
finger snipped off as prettily as you 
please by a spur. And there was the 
dancing of “Eurelia the Magnificent,” 


By BOB RODERICK 
ILLUSTRATED BY FRANKLIN McMAHON 


unapproachable, lush and forbidding. 

Make no mistake about it, she was 
all woman. Firm, high bosom, broad 
hips, and a flat stomach that gyrated 
so when she danced that our bosun 
was moved to comment in awe, "She's 
got it hanged on a universal joint.” 

But Eurelia was a Haitian, and 
therefore almost primatively sullen. So 
no one ever got а chance to check the 
bosun's theory, till our very last time 
in Matanzas. 

We sat in Feef's drinking beer and 
cursing the fickleness of a woman in 
far off New Rochelle. Eurelia came 
and sat down at our table dispiritedly. 
"Buy me a drink, Chantey Man," she 
pouted. "I homesick." 

"Buy it yourself,” we snapped, still 
thinking of New Rochelle. 

"I buy you one too, ifn you be 
nice," she said. 

“That coming from Eurelia brought 
us back from New Rochelle in a hurry. 
We drank a lot of beer that night, 
big, sweating, brown quarts of ice 
cold Polar. And when we were done, 
we went away for the weekend, “ог 
to feel good." 

When we came back, Feef was bowl- 
ей over to see Eurelia smiling. She 
fixed us a gigantic dish of Sob-Sob 
Rice and. Chicken. As she served us, 
she said, "A little fum de sea, an' a 
little fum de field, an' a little fum de 
well of love, that make a man feel 

And Feef was right. Come to think 
of it, the bosun was, too. 


F00D AND DRINK 


SOB-SOB RICE AND CHICKEN 
(Serving for four) 
1 chicken, disjointed 
1 onion, diced 
2 tomatoes, quartered 
2 teaspoons of sugar 
1 teaspoon of thyme 
l teaspoon of black pepper 
1 teaspoon of salt 
1⁄4 cup blanched almonds 
М cup pitted, chopped 
black olives 
3 chopped green onions 
2 teaspoons of olive oil 
flour 
ly, cups of white rice 
Brown onion, tomatoes, thyme, pep- 
per, salt and sugar in pan with 2 tea- 
spoons of olive oil. Dredge chicken 
in flour. and fry until skin is golden 
all the way around. Add the pan of 
herbs to the chicken at this point. 
Pour in water to cover chicken; sim- 
mer over low flame 45 minutes. Add 
rice and more water to cover chicken. 
Cook until rice is tender. Serve in 


heaping bowls—almonds, olives and 
green onions sprinkled over the top. 
Serve 


Warning: this dish is HOT. 
with ice cold beer. 


NE sunny afternoon in the autumn of the year 

1861 a soldier lay in a clump of laurel by the 
side of a road in western Virginia. Не lay at full 
length upon his stomach, his feet resting upon the 
toes, his head upon the left forearm. His extended 
right hand loosely grasped his rifle. But for the 
somewhat methodical disposition of his limbs and a 
slight rhythmic movement of the cartridge box at the 
back of his belt he might have been thought to be 
dead. Не was asleep at his post of duty. But if de- 
tected he would be dead shortly afterward, death 
being the just and legal penalty of his crime. 

The. dump of laurel in which the criminal lay was 
in the angle of a road which after ascending south- 
ward a steep acclivity to that point turned sharply 
to the west, running along the summit for perhaps 
one hundred yards. There it turned southward again 
and went zigzagging downward through the forest. At 
the salient of that second angle was a large flat rock, 
jutting out northward, overlooking the deep valley 
from which the road ascended. "Тһе rock capped а 


FICTION 


high cliff; a stone dropped from its outer edge would 
have fallen sheer downward one thousand feet to the 
tops of the pines. "Тһе angle where the soldier lay 
was on another spur of the same cliff. Had he been 
awake he would have commanded a view, not only of 
the short arm of the road and the jutting rock, but 
of the entire profile of the cliff below it. It might 
well have made him giddy to look. 

Тһе country was wooded everywhere except at the 
bottom of the valley to the northward, where there 
was a small natural meadow, through which flowed 
a stream scarcely visible from the valley's rim. This 
open ground looked hardly larger than an ordinary 
dooryard, but was really several acres in extent. 115 
green was more vivid than that of the inclosing 
forest. Away beyond it rose a line of giant cliffs 
similar to those upon which we are supposed to stand 
in our survey of the savage scene, and through which 
the road had somehow made its climb to the summit. 
The configuration of the valley, indeed, was such that 
from this point of observation it seemed entirely shut 
in, and one could but have wondered how the road 
which found a way out of it had found a way into it, 
and whence came and whither went the waters of the 
stream that parted the meadow more than a thousand 
feet below. 

No country is so wild and difficult but men will 
make it a theater of war; concealed in the forest at 


the bottom of that military rattrap, in which half a 
hundred men in possession of the exits might have 
starved an army to submission, lay five regiments of 
Federal infantry. They had marched all the previous 
day and night and were resting. At nightfall they 
would take to the road again, climb to the place where 
their unfaithful sentinel now slept, and descending 
the other slope of the ridge fall upon a camp of the 
enemy at about midnight. Their hope was to sur- 
prise it, for the road led to the rear of it. In case of 
failure, their position would be perilous in the ex- 
treme; and fail they surely would should accident or 
vigilance apprise the enemy of the movement. 


The sleeping sentinel in the clump of laurel was a 
young Virginian named Carter Druse. He was the 
son of wealthy parents, an only child, and had known 
such ease and cultivation and high living as wealth 
and taste were able to command in the mountain 
country of western Virginia. His home was but a 


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by AMBROSE BIERCE — 04У 


ILLUSTRATED BY FRANZ ALTSCHULER 


few miles from where he now lay. One morning he 
had risen from the breakfast table and said, quietly 
but gravely: “Father, a Union regiment has arrived 
at Grafton. I am going to join it.” 

The father lifted his leonine head, looked at the 
son a moment in silence, and replied: "Well, go, sir, 
and whatever may occur do what you conceive to be 
your duty. Virginia, to which you are a traitor, must 
get on without you. Should we both live to the end 
of the war, we will speak further of the matter. Your 
mother, as the physician has informed you, is in a 
most critical condition; at the best she cannot be with 
us longer than a few weeks, but that time is precious. 
It would be better not to disturb her.” 

So Carter Druse, bowing reverently to his father, 
who returned the salute with a stately courtesy that 
masked a breaking heart, left the home of his child- 
hood to go soldiering. By ‘conscience and courage, 
by deeds of devotion and daring, he soon commended 
himself to his fellows and his officers; and it was to 
these qualities and to some knowledge of the country 
that he owed his selection for his present perilous duty 
at the extreme outpost. Nevertheless, fatigue had 
been stronger than resolution and he had fallen 
asleep. What good or bad angel came in a dream to 
rouse him from his state of crime, who shall say? 
Without a movement, without a sound, in the pro- 
found silence and the languor of the late afternoon, 


some invisible messenger of fate touched with unseal- 
ing finger the eyes of his consciousness — whispered 
into the ear of his spirit the mysterious awakening 
word which no human lips ever have spoken, no 
human memory ever has recalled. He quietly raised 
his forehead from his arm and looked between the 
masking stems of the laurels, instinctively closing his 
right hand about the stock of his rifle. 

His first feeling was a keen artistic delight. On a 
colossal pedestal, the cliff — motionless at the extreme 
edge of the capping rock, and sharply outlined against 
the sky — was an equestrian statue of impressive dig- 
nity. The figure of the man sat the figure of the 
horse, straight and soldierly, but with the repose of 
a Grecian god carved in the marble which limits the 
suggestion of activity. The gray costume harmonized 
with its aerial background; the metal of accouterment 
and caparison was softened and subdued by the 
shadow; the animal's skin had no points of high light. 
А carbine strikingly foreshortened lay across the pom- 
mel of the saddle, kept in place by the right hand 


cealed foeman — seemed to look into his very face, 
into his eyes, into his brave, compassionate heart. 

Is it then so terrible to kill an enemy in war — an 
enemy who has surprised a secret vital to the safety 
of one's self and comrades — an enemy more formid- 
able for his knowledge than all his army for its 
numbers? Carter Druse grew pale; he shook in every 
limb, turned faint, and saw the the statuesque group 
before him as black figures, rising, falling, moving 
unsteadily in arcs of circles in a fiery sky. His hand 
fell away from his weapon, his head slowly dropped 
until his face rested on the leaves in which he lay. 
'This courageous gentleman and hardy soldier was 
near swooning from intensity of emotion. 

It was not for long; in another moment his face was 
raised from earth, his hands resumed their places on 
the rifle, his forefinger sought the trigger; mind, 
heart, and eyes wcre clear, conscience and reason 
sound. He could not hope to capture that enemy; 
to alarm him would but send him dashing to his camp 
with his fatal news. The duty of the soldier was 


grasping it at the "grip"; the left hand, holding the 
bridle rein, was invisible. In silhouette against the 
sky the profile of the horse was cut with the sharpness 
of a cameo; it looked across the heights of air to the 
confronting cliffs beyond. The face of the rider, 
turned slightly away, showed only an outline of temple 
and beard; he was looking downward to the bottom 
of the valley. Magnified by its lift against the sky 
and by the soldier's testifying sense of the formidable- 
ness of a near enemy the group appeared of heroic, 
almost colossal, size. 

For an instant Druse had a strange, half-defined 
feeling that he had slept to the end of the war and 
was looking upon a noble work of art rcarcd upon 
that eminence to commemorate the deeds of an heroic 

ast of which he had been an inglorious part. The 
eeling was dispelled by a slight movement of the 
group; the horse, without moving its feet, had drawn 
its body slightly backward from the verge; the man 
remained immobile as before. Broad awake and 
keenly alive to the significance of the situation, Druse 
now brought the butt of his rifle against his cheek 
by cautiously pushing the barrel forward through the 
bushes, cocked thc piecc, and glancing through the 
sights covered a vital spot of the horseman's breast. 
A touch upon the trigger and all would have been 
well with Carter Druse. At that instant the horseman 
turned his head and looked in the direction of his con- 


plain; the man must be shot dead from ambush — 
without warning, without а moments spiritual prepar- 
ation, with never so much as an unspoken prayer, he 
must be sent to his account. But no — there is a 
hope; he may have discovered nothing — perhaps he 
is but admiring the sublimity of the landscape. If 
permitted, he may turn and ride carelessly away in 
the direction whence he came. Surely it will be pos- 
sible to judge at the instant of his withdrawing 
whether he knows. It may well be that his fixity of 
attention -- Druse turned his head and looked through 
the deeps of air downward, as from the surface to the 
bottom of a translucent sea. He saw creeping across 
thc grcen mcadow a sinuous linc of figures of men 
and horses — some foolish commander was permitting 
the soldiers of his escort to water their beasts in the 
open, in plain view from a dozen summits! 

Druse withdrew his eyes from the valley and fixed 
them again upon the group of man and horse in the 
sky, and again it was through the sights of his rifle. 
But this time his aim was at the horse. In his memory, 
as if they were a divine mandate, rang the words of his 
father at their parting: "Whatever may occur, do what 
you conceive to be your duty" He was calm now. 
His teeth were firmly but not rigidly closed; his nerves 
were as tranquil as a sleeping babe's — not a tremor 


` affected any muscle of his body; his breathing, until 


suspended in the act of taking aim, was regular and 


PLAYBOY 


36 


HORSEMAN — continued 


slow. Duty had conquered; the 
spirit had said to the body: “Peace, 
be still.” He fired. 


An officer of the Federal force, 
who in a spirit of adventure or in 
quest of knowledge had left the 
hidden bivouac in the valley, and 
with aimless feet had made his 
way to the lower edge of a small 
open space near the foot of thc 
cliff, was considering what he had 
to gain by pushing his cxploration 
further. At a distance of a quarter 
mile before him, but apparently at 
a stone’s throw, rose from its fringe 
of pines the gigantic face of rock, 
towering to so great a height above 
him that it made him giddy to look 
up to where its edge cut a sharp, 
rugged line against the sky. It 
presented a clean, vertical profile 
against a background of blue sky 
to a point half the way down, and 
of distant hills, hardly less blue, 
thence to the tops of the trees at 
its base. Lifting his eyes to the 
dizzy altitude of its summit the of- 
ficer saw an astonishing sight — a 
man on horseback riding down into 
the valley through the air! 

Straight upright sat the rider, in 
military fashion, with a firm seat 
in the saddle, a strong clutch upon 
the rein to hold his charger from 
too impetuous a plunge. From his 
bare head his long hair streamed 
upward, waving like a plume. His 
hands were concealed in the cloud 
of the horse’s lifted mane. The 
animal’s body was as level as if 
every hoof stroke encountered the 
resistant earth. Its motions were 
those of a wild gallop, but even as 
the officer looked they ceased, with 
all the legs thrown forward as in 
the act of alighting from a leap. 

But this was a flight! 

Filled with amazement and ter- 
ror by this apparition of а horse- 
man in the sky — half believing 
himself the chosen scribe of some 
new Apocalypse, the officer was 
overcome by the intensity of his 
emotions; his legs failed him and 
he fell. Almost at the same in- 
stant he heard a crashing sound 
in the trees — a sound that died 
without an echo and аП was still. 

The officer rose to his feet, trem- 
bling. Тһе familiar sensation of 
an abraded shin recalled his dazed 
faculties. Pulling himself together 
he ran rapidly obliquely away from 
the cliff to a point distant from its 
foot; thereabout he expected to 
find his man; and thereabout he 


"I suspect foul play!" 


naturally failed. In the fleeting in- 
stant of his vision his imagination 
had been so wrought upon by the 
apparent grace and ease and inten- 
Чоп of the marvelous performance 
that it did not occur to him that 
the Jine of march of aerial cavalry 
is directly downward, and that he 
could find the objects of his search 
at the very foot of the cliff. A half- 
hour later he returned to camp. 

This officer was a wise man; he 
knew better than to tell an in- 
credible truth. He said nothing 
of what he had seen. But when 
the commander asked him if in his 
scouting he had learned anything 
of advantage to the expedition he 
answered: 

“Yes, sir; there is no road leading 
down into this valley from the 
southward.” 

The commander, knowing bet- 
ter, smiled. 

. . . 

After firing his shot, Private 
Carter Druse reloaded his rifle and 
resumed his watch. Ten minutes 
had hardly passed when a Federal 
sergeant crept cautiously to him 


on hands and knees. Druse neith- 
er turned his head nor looked at 
him, but lay without motion or 
sign of recognition. 

"Did you fire?" the sergeant 
whispered. 

“Yes,” 

“At what?” 

“A horse. It was standing on 
yonder rock — pretty far out. You 
see it is no longer there. It went 
over the cliff.” 

The man’s face was white, but 
he showed no other sign of emo- 
tion. Having answered, he turned 
away his eyes and said no more. 
The sergeant did not understand. 

“See here, Druse," he said, after 
a moment’s silence, “it’s no use 
making a mystery. I order you to 
report. Was anybody on the horse?” 

“Yes.” 

“Well?” 

“My father.” 

Тһе sergeant rose to his feet and 
slowly walked away. “Good God!” 
he said. 


SPORTS 


the return of the ALL-PURPOSE BACK 


It's been almost thirty years since 
Harold "Red" Grange last toted 
the pigskin for Illinois, but Illini 
d ро чери two-platoon football is dead, and the search is on 

The gallop is what sports 
fans remember best, but Grange 
was one of the greatest all-around 
players the game of football has 
ever known. And this year as col- 
lege coaches struggle through their 
first single-platoon season in over 
a decade, the scouts are searching 
the high school gridirons of the 
nation for backs who can not only 
run and pass — but kick, tackle 
and block passes as well. 

The new NCAA substitution 
rule restricts a withdrawn player 
from returning to the game 
in the same quarter, except during 
the last four minutes of each half. 
While eliminating the two-platoon 
system, this is liberal compared to 
the rules Grange played under. In 
those days, players often competed 
the full sixty minutes. 

Besides Granges phenomenal 
running ability, he developed 
into one of the best passers in the 
Big 10. Red was an unusually 
good kicker, and Coach Bob Zupke 
used him for surprise punts when 
Illinois found themselves in a hole. 
At Wheaton High, Red set a record 
with thirty consecutive points after 
touchdown, and once kicked nine 
field goals in a single game. 

Illinois line coach Burt Ing- 
wersen remembers. Red's defensive 
play as something very special too. 
"He had an uncanny knack for 
sensing what the opposing team 
was going to do," Ingwersen ге- 
calls, "and his pass interference 
rates with the very best. I remem- 
ber a game against Northwestern 
back in 24. “The Wildcats were 
deep in Illinois territory. Grange 
intercepted a pass on his own 10 
yard line, then zigzagged his way 
through the entire Northwestern 
team for a 90 yard touchdown." 

When Red first went out for 


for all-around players like, 


just for example, RED GRANGE 


by GEORGE JENNINGS 


PLAYBOY 


ALL-PURPOSE BACK —continued 


football at Illinois, Ingwersen 
was the freshman coach. Red took 
one look at the nearly 200 candi- 
Gates and decided the competition 
was too tough for him. His frater- 
nity brothers disagreed, and they 
chased him out onto the practice 
field with their initiation paddles. 

By the end of his freshman 
season, Illinois coaches knew they 
had a great ball player, but they 
didn't yet know how great. Grange 
played halfback for the varsity in 
723 and 724 and won All-American 
honors in that position both years. 
In '25 Illinois lost quarterback 
Harry Hall and Grange was versa- 
tile чие to step into that posi- 
tion and capture All-American 
honors again. 

In his first varsity season, 
Grange scored in each of the seven 
games for a total of twelve touch- 
downs. In 1924, his scoring jump- 
ed to thirteen touchdowns in just 
six games. As a quarterback in 
his final year, Red ran up as much 
yardage as ever, but his touchdowns 
dropped to six. But then, no one 
scored many points in 1925 — it 
was commonly referred to as "the 
year of the big mud." 


Nearly all of Red’s games 


were thrillers, but the Michigan 
game of 1924 was probably the 
most exciting afternoon in foot- 
ball history. 

It was really a contest for 


the Big 10 championship of thc 
previous season. Both teams had 
gone undefeated in "23, but had 
not been scheduled to play one 
another. Michigan's Wolverines 
were riding a winning streak that 
went back to 1921, and they were 
confident about taking both Ші- 
nois and the Big 10 crown. 

When Michigan coach Field- 
ing “Hurry Up” Yost was asked 
about Grange, he retorted. "We've 
eleven good tacklers on this team. 
We'll stop him." Yost had good 
reason for confidence. His Wolv- 
erines were a rugged, scrappy 
bunch, and their captain, Herb 
Steger, had never played on a 105 
ing team. 

This day was IHinois’ Home- 
coming, this was the dedication 
game for the newly completéd two 
million dollar Memorial Stadium, 
and excitement was at fever pitch. 
It doubled when the Fighting INi- 
ni came onto the field. Coach 
Yost looked, then looked again. 
The Illini were bare-legged. 

It was an unusually warm 
October afternoon and Bob Zupke 
had ordered his team to strip off 
their long, woolen stockings for 
comfort. This is common prac- 
tice today, but was unheard of in 
1924. Yost suspected a trick, and 
insisted on feeling each player's 
legs to make certain they weren't 
greased to make tackling difficult. 

Michigan won the toss and elec- 
ted to kick. This was considered 
“good football" in those days, the 
theory being: kick deep into your 
opponent's territory, hold them 
there and force them to punt, take 
their boot at midfield, and go back 
into their territory to score. 

Michigan captain Herb Steg. 
er kicked a long, low ball down 
the center of the field. Grange 
took it on the 5 like an outfielder 
spearing a knee-high drive, then 
moved to his right. Before the 
Wolverines could close in, the 
Ghost was past them. At midfield 
he met Herb Steger. Another phan- 
tom motion and he was in the clear, 
galloping to a 95 yard touchdown. 
Twelve seconds after the opening 
whistle, Red Grange had crossed 
the goal line standing up. Ме- 
morial Stadium went wild. 

Following an exchange of punts, 
Illinois hit right guard for a yard. 
"Then Red stepped around left end, 
cut back, and raced 66 yards for a 
second score. 

After another punt exchange, 
Red got his hands on the ball 
for the fourth time, and again 
he romped through the Michigan 


eleven — this time 55 yards For Illi- 
nois touchdown number three. The 
Wolverines were stunned. Yost 
shook his head from side to side. 
Red Grange's legs were greased — 
with lightning. 

Feeling . however, that light- 
ning would not, and could not 
strike again for a fourth time in 
the very same spot, on the very 
same afternoon, Michigan again 
elected to kick. But to make ab- 
solutely certain, Steger booted the 
ball into the end zone. 

After an exchange of fum- 
bles, Illinois took over on Michi- 
gan’s 44. On the first play from 
scrimmage, Red went around right 
end, sucked the Wolverine secon- 
dary to that side, cut back to mid- 
field, and rambled on to the goal 
line. Тһе score, Grange — 26, 
Michigan — 0. At this point, Zup- 
ke took Red out of the game for 
a rest, and the 67,000 spectators, 
realizing they had just witnessed 
the most spectacular twelve min- 
utes in football history, let go an 
ovation that rocked the new stad- 
ium to its foundation and, it's said, 
broke windows on the south side 
of Chicago, 150 miles away. 

While Grange sat on the bench 
in the second quarter, Mich- 
igan struck back for two touch- 
downs. Red returned to the game 
in the third period and ran 15 
yards through tackle for Illinois 
touchdown number five. In the 
final period, he threw a 20 yard 
pass to Benny Leonard for the final 
Illini score. In leading the assault 
on mighty Michigan, Red Grange 
carried the ball twenty-one times 
for 402 yards, and completed six 
passes for 64 more. When the dust 
had cleared away, the unbeaten 
Wolverines had been humbled 39 
to 14, and Harold "Red" Grange 
was on his way to football immor- 
tality. 

In the grueling grid warfare of 
the twenties, Illinois’ opponents 
tried in every possible way to “Stop 
Grange!” Coaches plotted special 
defenses and had their teams “up” 
for their battles with the Fighting 
Illini, but Grange ran on and on. 

Coaches like Illinois’ Burt Ing- 
wersen regret the death of the 
two-platoon game, because “not 
as many of the boys will get to 
play.” But Ingwersen does feel the 
new rule will help football return 
to the exciting era of the all-around 
gridiron athlete. And as he speaks, 
we imagine the Ghost galloping off 
towards another distant goal line. 


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Special fixtures like the natural cane screen front 
metal file basket ($50), and built-in circline fluorescent 
lamp ($85) are optional additions. à 


desk designs 


Gentlemen, be seated 


Above and right, two versions of the L shaped desk. The 
basic desk top is available in a number of finishes (at prices 
ranging from $120 to $180) and can be combined with several 
different storage units ($226 to $354). 


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These office pieces are also ideally suited for the 
home. The desk, complete with tray, retails for $275; 
the typewriter stand, complete, is $217. : 


by MARGARET 5. MILLER 


Miller also provides an inexpensive secretarial line with 
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IN TIMES PAST, a company's top brass was easily 
distinguished from the junior executives by the mag- 
nificent, mausoleum-like offices from which they op- 
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The rooms were big, dark and forbidding. A mas- 
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successfully shut out most of the light and a bigger- 
шап Ше painting of the company's founder often 
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Then some of the more progressive furniture man- 
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The new interiors are simple and functional. The 
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leading manufacturer in the modern furniture field. 
The desk, still the center of attention in any office, 
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the executive with a large working surface and stor- 
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