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PLAYBOY 


| JANUARY. 50 сен ENTERTAINMENT FOR MEN 


HOLIDAY ISSUE 


FIVE PAGE 
PLAYMATE PORTFOLIO 


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freelance fctioncer nf note and sapient 
sporis car Duff — has joined us as Eastern. 
editor. Coming im as r 

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tutor to Down Beat 


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really komes 
Шу recognized 
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as in welcoming these 
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the. New Year right, this 
Jana fauc brings together two mujor 
talents in another onc of thane typical 
aavnon publishing coups. (You now 


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amo. Rays story. In 


а Semun of Calm Weather, is about a 


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guy who digs Piciso the 
we thought the artist to 
story should be — who else? You guessed 
right: Mr. double himsell, So. in com 
junction with the Bradbury opus (а most 
delicately wrought bit of writing), you'll 

int Русков never belote 


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ol unrequited lo dresel 
and a disastrous 


ch to you as either 
or Collier. but we have a 
h youll get some nice jolts Dm 
Hustler by Walter S. Tevis. Inc 
dentally, to bring the best in masculine 

m to its readers, PLAYBOY pays com 
ably more for stories than any other 

ne in the men's field. In addi 
tion, come January. the editors award a 
$1000 bonus to the author of the past 
year’s best story. This year the bonus 
topping yarn is The Right Kind of Pride 
by Herbert Gold, which appeared i 


joy The Playmate 
nd 

the previous dozen 

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Ladies wha plv the 

И the United Kingdon 


Shepherd Market get looked at by i av 
sors camera amd алушта London 
reporter. 

That lote, lamented baron of bop. 
Charlie Parker. is recalled in an eval 
ative, appreciative essay ded Bid 


which Richard Gehman amd Robert 
George Reisner have done for ms 
Gehman has six books to his credit, the 
1 ug Eddie Covdow's Treasury of 
Jace: Reisner is curator ol New York's 
Institute of Jazz Studis, Our experts i 
the food, travel 

he тум 


respectively. and such stalwart staples as 
the Ribald Classic and 

cartoons are all pres 
ent and 4 for. Та addition, 
there are those resolutions we mentioned 
т, by John Crosby, H. Allen Smith. 

Googe Jewel, Jimmy Durante, Fred 
Astaire amd Phi Silvers, And these 
gentlemen join us im wishing yon a 
prosperous, pleasurestiled New Уса! 


couma 


DEAR PLAYBOY 


ЕЗ Avons Amo MAGAZINE + 232 t. omo зт. oecAeo 11, нинов 


SEPY'S SCULPTURES. 
1 thoroughly enjoyed your picture 
story on the nude statue of Anita Ek 
berg by Sepy Dobromyi (The Ekberg 
Bronze, August). Now Т understand from. 
а newspaper story that it is the first 
fof a set contemplated by the Cuban 
sculptor that will include nudes of Ava 
Kim Novak. Jayne Mamhekl, 
Пун Monroe, Cyd Charisse, Esther 
Williams, Elizabeth Taylor, Doro- 
thy Dandridge and Sally Forrest, 1 eer. 
tainly hope Maynor plans om stories 
‘on cach of Sepy's future sculptures. 
Arthur Robinson 
New York, New York 
Any future figure studies of the stars 
by seulptor Dobronyi will be featured 


VERY SHOE 
1 think that the rooms in the men's 
dormitory here at Montana State College 
should be labeled “very shoe" Well 
over 30 per cem ol them are very taste 
fully decorated with one or more of 
валунах Playmates. 
Ellis D. Simon 
Montana State College 
Bozeman, Ма 


JUNE BLAIR 
As am amateur artist amd photog 
pher, I can appreciate the professional 

excellence of ym thly PI 
Mises June, August, September 
October, in particular, are photographic 
and detail sur 


masterpieces — the colo 
ingl ve ever seen in 
magazine. 1 would like to suggest a girl 
1 have seen for a future Playmate, Her 
name is June Blair. She is 56 
weighs 116 pounds, stands 
beautiful red hair, Lam su 
like to pose lor a fi 
Jan 


Бошой. Michigan 
She would, indeed: she's Miss January, 


TRUMP 
E purchased. Time and те 
ile Шер tan about jou. 


which inferred that Mad was 
defunct ("a short lived satire pulp maga 
vine”) and that you had hired the entire 
май. 1 was shocked, to say the least, by 
the unethical, underha 

ined to try presion to 
the public that Mad was defunct. My 
friends feel the ки about the 


1. 1 will no longer buy Tunc, as 1 
have come to the © that they 
print articles wh mot been 
eared and verified. 


2 1 will 
though ti now I would never have 
thought of 

З. With the money 1 save from Time 
eiavnov, D intend to extend my 
to Mad became 1 do mot 
believe it will become defunct. 

In all [irnos to AI Feldstein, the 
new editor of Mad, 1 would like un say 

ad 

much 


that 1 read his last око йэш 
very much — just a 
or issues not edited by hi 
Jerry Нейков. 
Brooklyn, New York 
The error was Ti 


joyed she 
as the car 


cs nol ours: they 


mistakenly assumed that beranse vi Y 
тоу hired the magazine's editorial май. 
Mad was defunct. We've long been fans 
of Mad, 100 - that's why we wanted 
its editors (Harvey Kurtzman, Harry 
Chester) and artists (Bill Elder, Jock 
Davis, Wally Wood) to help create our 
ew humor magazine: vit wv. 


юм of this year 
somewhat out of touch with what's going, 
оп, 1 was naturally quite surprised, as 
well as pleased, to «e a cartoon by 
Jack Davis in one of the rare issues 
Of rwwoy 1 have been able to obtain 
of late 1 am, however, im somewhat 
ary as to the status ol Ме 
is. The last 1 knew, Jack was work 
ing for another п 

Tm sure, 


MY SIN 


-. -a most 


provocative perfume! 


LANVIN 


te би Fans hes в ofie 


PLAYBOY 


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months now, so Fm unsure whether Mr. 
Davis is freelancing or working lor 
rwmoy on a folbume basis In any 
cease, Em sure Г speak for а large ma 
jority of readers, when 1 suggest that 
mow that you have Mr, D. you вом 
в. I would also certainly like to see 


publish the work of some of his very 
Wally 


jou: Bill Elder, 
Wood and particularly a very 
young comic named Harvey Kuruman 
Who wed to write all the material for 
the ol group and has been an 
in the held for a number of years 
nov could certainly give him a well. 
deserved break, which 1 am sure would. 
be profitable te both parties 
William Н. Murphy, PN. USN 
USS. Ran 
tjo FPO, New York, New York 
We've mot certain who ir giving Ше 
break to whom, but Harvey Kurtzman, 
Bill Elder and Jack Davis are alt work 
ing for us full time, with Wally Wood 
on а freelance basis, and all are busy, 
busy, busy on THLE 


AIRBORNE PLAYBOY 
The релувоу rabbit has become ai 
borne. Пе now adorns the fuselage of 
эп FS6D all weather Sabre [et belong- 
ing to the Sikh Fighter Interceptor 
Squadron of Komaki Air Base, Nagoya, 
Being the playboy that he is 

is love ol the blue yonder quite 
"understandable and even after a high 
Mach disc, Ш cars remain unrufed as 
ever, as you сап же. On most of his 


flights, he is accompanied by his 
the undersigned. who would like vo tell 
jou how much he enjoys your publica- 
tion and wish you continued success. 
1/La, C A, Binyon 
зв FAS. Japan 


JANET AT DARTMOUTH 
Your article on Janet Pilgrim at 
Dartmouth College in the October ¡sue 
was а real masterpiece the de 
scription of the weekend and the 
otography were superb. Miss Pilgrim 
ly onc of the mox каним 
tes you have ever photographed. 
ere at Temple University are 
Clark and his 


All of us 


Toy weekend. 
Robert Winston Montgomery 


1 guess this may be somewhat of a 


realistic view. but Janet Pilgrim really 
isn't very pretty, is she: 
Гу Tyler 
Richland, Michigan 


For my dough, Janet Pilgrim om Fk 
bergs Anita, out Rusells Jane. and lor 
good measure, you cam throw in Gina, 
Sophia, Marilyn and Jayne. However, 
would it be posible, И she is ever to 
be featured as a Playmate again, to get 
а slightly dillerent pose? Her appear 
ances as Miss July, Miss December and 
Miss October were all quite similar, 

R. G. Miller 
N. Canton, Ohio 

For another view of Janet, see The 

Playmate Review in this isse. 


PRIDE 
Fraternities could mot exist 
И their shenanigans approached, im 


cruelty, that pictured in Herbert Gold's 
The Right Kind of Pride, 1 joined а 
national fraternity in 1948 and have 
known hundreds of fraternity men from 
a number of colleges. Гуе yet to hear 
of a wick nearly as obnoxious as that 
imagined by Mr. Gold. 

И Ме Gold was never a fraternity 
member, 1 challenge him to a duel— 
gavels at two paces Otherwise, Г hope 
the story was autobiographical 

Burton Boyd 
USS. Stormes 
cja FPO. New York. New Vork 

In sesponse, Herbert Gold writes: "I 
claim the writers privilege of keeping 
Ihe personal sources of his fiction in the 
privacy of his heat The pertinent 
question is not, did it happen to в par 
ticular person, but rather, docs it ving 
true to our general experience? As а 
former freshman, former pledge and 
former Army enlisted man, 1 have seen 
pressures to conform to е group's de 
mands take an intensely erotic form. 
During the war, for example, 1 war 
humiliated by a lieutenant for neglect 
ing to salute him. “Attention, soldier! 
Stand up! Straighten your tie! Don't you 
now 1 can get you confined to quar- 
dem" Etcetera, for a good ten minutes. 
The entire reason for this performance 
war that 1 was with girl and he was 
not. His sexual frustration spilled over 
into sadism, 

"When sex loses it primary sense — 
as part of the relation between two 
people —and becomes another sort of 
energy, as it docs in the sadistic drill 
sergeant, the rampaging bureaucrat and 
the power-happy paternity official, n per. 
verse use of passions is, unhappily for 
‘our world, very common. Authority fre- 
quently gives institutional support for 
the weak and sick man. Fascism is a 
prime example. 

“The Right Kind of Pride represents 
an optimistic view about Americans: the 
Jraternity Loy who is the hero finally has 


the moral strength to stand up against 
the pressures foward conformity which 
bedevil him. 

When you say that yon have never 
hemd of “a trick early os obnoxious? 
as that which occurs in my stary, does 
this mean that you know of some which 
ате slightly les obnoxious? On the tain 
lo Vienna, 7 met а Russian soldier who 
had never heard of slave labor camps 
As we talked, it turned out, however 
that he knew à good deal about ^ 
schabilitation camps. 

“Rather than а duel, Mr. Boyd, how 
about thinking over our memories of 
life in the old frat mansion? Im sure 
that you know some fine gruesome tales 
fof snobbery, hazing and mock trials 
Having been connected either as sin 
dent т teacher, with five diferent uni 
menties, 7 hee quite а collection 0| 
my oie 


1 received quite a shock when 1 real 
the October leadell story. The Right 
Kind of Pride, by Herbert Gi 
because of the h 


Shaper im the story) 1. 100, was 
forced to dance in the nude. Well 
almost in the mude, as my fraternity 
brothers allowed me to deploy six ban 
aids in the most welul manner I could 
devise (which, naturally, left little room 
for ingenu 
ident was that I found myself, with 
the futile Балба desperately taped 
im place, thrust 
dance dut was tikî 
recreation room of the fraternity how 
The screams. with mine among tho 
could be heard as far as Dallas, while 
the pert and proper coeds tried to make 
up their minds whether to cover their 
eyes or administer first aid, Anyway, in 
spite of the spectacle 1 presented (ot 
perhaps because of it). Г married onc 
SE he gira who var present, and Ше 
pain and humiliation 1 experienced on 
iat nightmarish occasian have long 
since disolved in the laughter of rem 
1 would also like o add, in a more 
jective vein, that I think Gold is one 
most talented. writers in your 
generally excellent magazine, When 1 
pick up a мазь with one ol his 
tories in it, 1 usually save the Gold 
opus for last, as 1 used to do with the 
day funnies. Г predict that 200 years 
m now some oiher rivo (or 
maybe the same one) will still be print 
ing his stories —as Ribald Classics. 
Bert Ellwood 
Houston, Texas 


place inthe 


JAZZ POLL REPORT 


Мт aam ballots and 400.000 
individual votes have been cast in 
the finst annual мг лувоу Jazz rout — the. 
largest popularity poll ever conducted 
in the field of jazz. Readers are choosing 
the 18 sidemen for the 1957 armor 
ALLATAK JAZZ BAND, ан outstanding jazz 
leader to headlup the band, top male 
and female vocalists, and the most pope: 
lar jur vocal group and instrumental 
combo. Along with the ballots, now be- 
ing tabulated by IBM, came thousands 
of letters from readers: 


Considering all the great ideas hat 
your magazine has introduced, I think. 
the 1957 rrvboy ALLSTAR jazz вхо is 
the greatest. Can you give any informa- 
tion on where this ja spectacular will 
be held? 


Bruce Athol 
Eric, Pennsylvania 

It інт possible to work out the de- 
tails of the performance until the poll 
winners are known, but jazz impresario 
Norman Granz, famous for his "Jazz at 
the Philharmonic” series, will supervise 
the concert and a PLANON ALLSTAR JAZ 
LP, with the contacts necessary to solve 
conflicting. rerording and other contrar- 
tual obligations of the winning artists. 


1 was indeed happy to hear of my 
nomination for the PLAYBOY JAZZ көп. 
Thank you very. very much and good 
Tuck and best wishes for a huge response. 
Benny Goodman 
New York, New York 


Your magazine is the most, but as a 
musician, I want to tell you you can 
never receive enough acclaim for your 
promotion of good jazz. So many of the 
musicians T work with feet indebted to 
you and 1 am speaking for them. 

Ken London 

Boston, Mass. 


Why only one choice for piano, with 
four for trumpet? This unevenness of 
choice was evident in other categories 
a weil and left me completely at odis 
‘with myself. Why should 1 be able to 
choose two or more peuple in une group 
Then find myself restricted te опе in 
another? 
William б. Beer 
USS Hazelwood 
c/o FPO, New York. New York 
Renders are voting for a complete 
band, including four trumpets, three 
trombones, two айо, two tenor and 
one baritone sax, clarinet, piano, guitar, 
bass, drums and miscellaneous instru 
ment. 


Kenny Dorham's Jazz Prophets were 
mistakenly listed as both з vocal group. 
and an instrumental combo. They don't 
do vocal. 


Rudy Tucich 
Detroit. Michigan 


Man, this jazz poll is 100 much! 1 
have about 100 LIN by most ol the 
artists lied amd talk about racking 
1 am really looking forward 
mt you release 
them before the February baue? 

їл. (jg) R- H. Bacchus 

New Orleans, Louisiana 


Many thanks for your previous first 
rate articles on jazz and for this chance 
to express my own feelings 
readers’ poll. I have two 
(1) that vou only ask for o 
mental group for, while 1 
George Shearing and Gerry Mulligan 
are the most. I have to pick Dave Bru- 
beck on just sheer consistency. and (2) 
that you only ask for onc drummer — 
a tough decision for me between Chico 
Hamilton and Shelly Manne. 1 am writ 
ing in Flmer Bernstein on the basis of 
his Golden Arm LP: never have 1 been 
so taken back by a single record. For 
vocalist. nobody tells story like Sinatra, 

Irving Codron 

Los Angeles, California 


Who is the greatest painter, Da Vinci 
Or Picasa? Next year, please conduct 
your poll in two distinct categories — 


Ed Kooperman 
Chicago, Ilinois 


As an avid rtaynoy reader and jazz 
м. 1 particularly enjoyed the 
‘October issue. But though T think the 
jazz poll is a fine idea, 1 feel there is 
‘one unharmonious aspect to it. 1 am a 
follower of both modern and traditional 
jazz amd though cach has its respect 
merits. the two do not mix. Now. be 
cause my sympathies lic more with the 
ӘМ jazz than with the new. Т am forced 
to select Turk Murphy. Jack Teagarden 
and Trummy Young Гог the trombone 
though 1 feel J. J. Johnson 
ling are as accomplished in 
their held as are my three choices in 
theirs. Abo. picture if vou will a trumpet 
section with Louis Armstrong and Bob 
Scobey blowing hot. while Shorty Rogers 
and Chet Baker are blowing cool. The 
resulting sound might be a bit confus- 
ing, even to the musicians, 


In the future, why not set wp two 
separate polls — one for traditional jazz 
amd onc for modern? 

Cpl. Philip D. Skinner 

flavin, teland 

There's по denying there are prob: 
lems in the mixing of various schools 
of jazz, but if we begin breaking the 
poll into categories, why atop nt simply 
"roditional" and "modern"? We might 
oljer divisions for dixicland, swing, Бор, 
progresive, cool and whatever school 
proves popular the day after tomorrow. 
But if we did. then winning first place 
in the trumpet section would have a lot 
less meaning than it docs now, The 
honor may ко to Louis Armstrong or 
Chet Raker or Shorty Rogers, but who“ 
ever wins, he will be the mast populer 
man blowing horn in all jazıdom. 


You can let Nat Cole sing, along 
with June Christy, Chris Connor. Billie 
Holiday. Carmen McRae. Jeri Southern, 
Sarah Vaughan. Dinah Washington and 


‘Stuart Rosen 
Flushing, New York 


1 was surprised and shocked to find 
your Tincup of candidates for female 
Vocalia for the PLAYROY ALLSTAR Jazz 
saxe included such shoddy, second rate 
aterwaulers as Christy, Connors and 
Jeri Southern (this is juz?) and neg 
lected the finest, most smoothly polished 
instrument in the busines today, the 
voice of Kay Starr, Miss Starr docs not 
sing juz as alten as in days of yore, 
bur she сап swing and scit headand- 
shoulders about the rest: indeed, lying 
higher than Ella, Sarah or Anita. Let 
those who doubt. these words listen to 
her renditions on the Modern Holly. 
wood LP, Singin’ Kay Starr Swingin’ 
Erol Garner or some of her earlier 
recordings on Capitol, 

Chick Heim 

Chicago, Minois 


Your TkAYROY ALLSTAR JAZZ RAND 
should be great. 1 believe if you pick 
my selections that you will have the 
greatest jazz band in history. I'm took 
ing forward to that LP and I hope most 
‘of my choices will he on it 

Jim Mengle 

Arcata, California 

The winners in the ira annual PLAY: 

sov ума ко. will Le announced next 
month. 


PLAYBOY 


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Southern belles sishay about as hostesses) 
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tural and Industrial Board, Jackson). 


PLAYBOY AFTER HOURS 


We have it on unimpeachable author- 
ity that this New Year's Eve is to be the 
biggest, bawdiest, busticit most boister. 
ous ever — everywhere. Since New York 
City is the undisputed Mecca of night 
lite — where everyone and anything goes 
nee unleashed our vigorous, dedi- 
cated staff of pub crawlers to scour the 
wonderful town for the lastminute low- 
down on high jinks come midnight, De- 
cember 81 

First reports indicate the Bronx is still 
up and the Battery remains down; а 


thumping majority of the people con- 
tinue to ride in a hole in the ground. 
We're also told that most of Gothanrs 
forthcoming hectivities — and. this came 
as no shock — will be centered. 
ants and night clubs, the la 
ally seasoned with lilting syn 
d deliciously configured show girls, who 

nkled with rai 


are in turn lightly sp 


ment, Because man is а many mooded. 
creature, we present herewith six pro 
typical joints, cach an outstanding ex 


ample of its kind, so you can wiwly 
choose among the wide variety of Man 
ram playpens. Вис don't go by last 
te whim: even the most whimsical 
onthe towner needs advance reservations 
10 get into all but the slecziest saloons 

the night before Hangover Day 
ers out for а wild 


id the Copacabana (10 East Gth, 
PL 8.0900), that brash and brassy South 
à resort complete with охе 


Americ 


ing, gentlyswaying palm trees, Jimmy 
Durante will be im charge of the hys 
teries abetted by the swivel bottomed 


Copa 
usual, 


girls unabashedly undraped as 
Musie of varying genres is to 


ог Michael 


mate from the amiable aggregations 
Durso and Frank Mar 
arills lor the entire vacation should run 
you S15 to $23 per person (depending o 
location amd your proclivity for strong 
waters), including а fullcourse filet 
mignon spread. 

White tie and chic date are de rigueur. 
at El Morocco (154 East 51th St. EL 5 
8760), a "very, very, very" type of Бойе: 
very exclusive, very fashionable, very ex- 
pensive (535 per). There's not a speck 
of entertainment, other than а rhumba 
Gew and an American band. amd no 
tries either. save the one you тоге. Make 
sure she's dressed — formally, we m. 

Hotel dining and wining on New 
Years Eve can be a memorable sport, 
too. The Corillion Room at the Pierre 
(Filth Ave. at 61, TE В 8000) has on the 
docket nothing les than “the biggest 
brawl of all,” resplendent with whacky 
witticism rolling off the tongues of the 
frères Dorman and the multilingual 
Galena casting a musical spell gently o'er 
the mellowed patrons. For dancing, the 

of Stanley Melba and Alan 

switch with each ой 


The supperclubbish Blue Angel (152 
East Sith. PL 35098) is on Из mark tor 
a all-night ap to help ring in the 
mew. Martha Davis and hubby Cal 
Ponder will do right by the ivories while 
adding clever, notatallampeli, lyrics of 
their own; the Jimmy Lyons rio will 
moan and май far i 

hours of morn, Maitre de "A 
forth in the Gray Room where tufted 
walls sport a funhouse full of mirrors 
which let you sce yo 

you (this is good on New Yea 


incll as others see 
s Eve?) 


$15 a noggin nets you French or Italian. 


strong are set to brighten the nigh 
Basin Sweet (Broadway at Sist, 


7-8728), a watering hole far-famed for its 
the frantic fringe. A gigantic 
sh is planned (to be administered, of 


course, by the Satchelmouth Бан) and 


єз to be more than а drop in 
bucket, You'll have to shell out 
75 per moldy fig to get in, and an 
other five spot for chow. 

If you favor fine food instead of tor 
rid tootlings, bee linc to a restaurant like. 
Chambord (803 Third Ave., EL. 57140). 
where haute cuisine and the vintage year 
are celebrated. Just big enough for small 
talk, and small enough for а big (but 
intimate) night, Chambord will offer its 
recherché menu (everything's a Ia carte) 
at no boost in prices, although its reg 
lar prices are staggering enough. No 
balloons or favors will be provided, but 
Maitre de 


* has promised that 


tolerated just so long as they are con 
summoted with the doll you brought. 
Reno insists his wines and liquors are 
heady enough without such carryin 


As Sakini say: "We show you Okina: 
wan getupandgo, bos" The movie 
ol course, is Teahouse of the August 
Moon, and the gctupand go is supplied 
in this minor masterpiece by an excel 
lent script, fustrate production, whim- 
sical acting and understanding direction 
The simple story thar ran for 91 weeks 
fon Broadway remains the sanie: а misfit 
‘occupation officer, Captain Fishy, is en 
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eyes, anyway). What he docs achieve is 
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convenient deus ex machina ending that 
is caray as can be, but satisying and 
upbeat, A talented cast trots through. 
the wispy plot with an unc 
gratifying zest: Marlon Brar 
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Eddie Albert gives a grand performance 
ws the over and later umdercivilired 
psychiatrist. The remainder of the large 
cost, predominantly Japanese, is equally 

To mold these factors, Daniel 
ded warm, intimate and 


Anastasia renews the twicetold tale 
(once in French by Marcel Maurette, 
for Broadway by Guy Bolton) 
the Bolsheviki assassinated Tsar 
Nicholas M amd family, his youngest 
daughter was saved by a friendly guard 
who allowed her to flee. The film is 
undisguised, unashamed melodrama, Set 
n Berlin in the 19205, it tells of three 
White Russian rogues (led by Yul Bryn- 
ner) who arc knocking themselves ош to 
find a royal survivor to lay hands on the 
$10,000,000 which the Tsar had depos 
ited im various world banks belore his 
untimely dispach. They happen upon 
а destitute amnesia victim (Ingrid Berg. 
in) about to fling herself into a Berlin. 
çal and, wonder of wonders, she claims 
the cess Anastasia, 
the three convince. 
the people who once lived at the 
Russian court that she very well could 
be. The conclusive test is with Anasta: 
маз m mother, the Dowager 
Empres (Helen Hayes), This is the 
film's only genuinely moving scene, and 
it is plaved and received with tear ducts 
wile open, 


Around the World in 80 Deys, show 
man Mike Todd's razle darle answer to 
Rand McNally. is a mammoth master 


piece of travelogue that includes a jam- 
packed anthology of hilarious parodies 
n bullfighting, Spanish dane 

ing, exotic Far East melodi 
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other entertainment. staple 
Jules Verne's classic hero, Р 
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parts played by 40-international stars. 
Niven docs Fogg as a candid ca 
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Cecil B. DeMiles The Ten Com- 
mamiments way not be Old Testament, 
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vuivol DeMille tradition. C. B's 
prices hokum has always been strong 
spectacle and weak on everything еве 
sot much В four-hour 
КЛ Inchuded). The 
fist half ot Commandments finds Moses 
(Chahun Heston) playing Tootsie with 
ihe Egyptian dish, Nefretiri (Anne Вах 
ıer), in lengthy scenes of ted 
tic hogwash that 
the a 
young Moses 


pretty dull boy, 
s come-with-meto-heorgy routine is 
just plain silly. The film starts to pick 
up as soon ак Moses gets religion, grabs 
ihe leadership of the Fgyptian-enslaved. 
Israchtes and makes plans for the big 
push to the promised land, whereupon 
DeMille wisely decided 10 leave things 
up to his second-unit directors and spe- 
cial effects department. Them things 
really get hopping. Tbe burning bush. 
water transformed to blood. the rod 
immed imo a serpent, а 
fire are eye popping 
which Moses calls down upon 


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Pharoah (Yul Brynner) is a leprous green 

kes through Ше streets of 
Alexandria like a well 


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tense. The creat 
ments is а humdinger of an сек 
jh lightning bolts blasting dood: 
ev omo a stone tablet. Best of all these 
prodigies is the Might across the Red Se 
whieh conveniently parts itself down the 
middle 10 serve as an сапе freeway 
for the Israelites and then closes together 
jain to wallow Pharoahs pur 

tharioteers. Good clean fun, but it would 
have been a lot more legitimate И there 
were less decolletage 


28, 1706. a young man-about. 
crony about a servant 


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loot and ankle.” "She is better than any 
lady 1 know . . . Т think 1 could pass 
my whele life agreeably with her . - 2 
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sanse friend: "My love for the handsome 
chambermaid is already like a dream 
that is рам.” Such was the ficklenos of 
James Goswell, bon vivant and biogra 
Pher, as finned by his own words in Has 
well in Search of a Wife (McGraw 
56), sixth in the series of previously as 
published Boswell papers being bestowed 
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with Luisa and "Signor Gonorrhoea” in 
the series first volume, Boswell’s London. 
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Much Ado About Me (Little, Brown. 
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professional 
lile in Boston, his hectic rounds ol Ama- 
teur Nights as a monologist, and his pre 
radio world tours as Freddy James, "The 
World's Worst Juggler.” Writing, of 
course, has always been right up Allen's 
alley (he did all h routines, phosted 
many other performers’ material), and 
his prose in Auch Ado is peppy мий. 
at its best, though, when he stops extol! 
ing the questionable glories ol vaudeville 
dass and reverts to his fine old sardonic 
sve. 


Guide books purporting to cut a 
^ ough the high fidelity jungle 
have been dumped on the public of late 
with the frequency of 
squall. Each ol these 
is written in “layman's language” so that 
а woclul gink who doesn't know the 
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Well and good. The hii rig — like the 
sports car, the narrow lapel and the ski 
weekend кандектей and worth- 
while social boutonmiere of our times, 
and но gentleman worth his seleni 
rectifier should be without one. АП ha 
then, Charles Fowler's volume High 
Fidelity, A Practical Guide (McCraw: 
Hill, $195) a Бобан, guide book 
that really is written im layman's 

guage, or something prety damn near, 
You don’t have to be a Marconi to dig 
what Mr, Fowler (publisher of High 
Fidelity magazine) is yowling about, al 
though it does help if you have a healthy. 
bent toward the science of sound and 
sound reproduction. Much of the arple- 
bargle surrounding the selection of lou 
speakers, enclosures, amplifiers, pickups, 
changers and turntables, etc., is cleared 
away with only an occasional. forma 
хо push your level of pain over the brink. 
Mr. Fowler's book differs from others in 


yet another way: he recommends no 
specific component, by brand nam 
rather, he attempts to educate the те; 
so that he may make his own evaluations 

ice» when purchase time rolls 


an astringent flavour 
суредг Tools, who usually 
host in order to amuse, or vice versa + . 
Jc is the gargoyle grinning beneath the 
steeple; it is Therstes mocking at pom- 
posity, pretentiousness, self-importance 
and all the other occupational diseases 


of the mighty.” Flaying away at the 
mighty (and notsomighty) in The Pick 
of Punch (Dutton, 53.95) are such super- 
astringent satirists as Ronald Searle, 


magnificent pot of annual, unbridled in- 
sanity in which nothing (British, Ameri- 
can, African or Inter planetary) is either 
sale or sacred. Here are collected some 
of the most cheerful, cheering words and 
pictures we've seen since the last Pick. 


"The first story contained in William. 
Saroyan's The Whole Voyald (Atlantic 
Liule, Brown, $3.75) finds a teacher of 
ancient history i 
turn to page 192 
lesson. A dark-eyed young man pipes up. 
that he feels роде one might he more 
appropriate, "ust shut up, Mr. William. 
Saroyan." she snaps. Many of his critics 
have heen similarly snapping ever since 
aroyan has not shut up. 
ва collection of sto- 
ries, vignettes, reminiscences and mono- 
logues set mostly in the author's beloved. 
Fremo and San Francisco. From an 
assortment of titles ranging from Williams 
Saroyan at Longfellow High (shades of 
the Rover Boys!) to Paris and Philadel- 
phia, a skillful study of a clash between. 
calculating youth and sell-deluding mid- 
dleage, Saroyanites are engulfed by a 
variety of characters and themes which 
itate them at times, but which 
iever dull long enough to 
enduring effect. Indeed, some 
of the sketches are so slight as to be al- 
most pointless, but then along comes А 
Visitor in the Piano Warehouse, а charm- 
ingly comic story with а springtime 
flavor, and Saroyan ас his whimsical best. 
If you dig Saroyan, you'll cheer his latest. 


Once in а blues moon a record comes 
along that demands to be called a 
classic. Such is Jam Session #8 (Clef 
Т1), a dise that makes us wish we had 
recourse to an untapped larder of lauda- 
огу adjectives. For here assembled are 
10 top. рана the Phil. stars, individual- 
їз all, making like a pack of blues 
blooded hounds of jazz, baying at a hot 
full moon. Side В ва ballad medley 
with each of the soloists playing his fa- 
orite. It is — to use a strong word in all 
seriousness — superb. But its the A side 
that's really got the stuff of greatness. In 
Јат Blues the 10 work like this: Oscar 
Peterson's piano leads off, richly and 
ntricately; then up comes Johnny 
Hodges with his creamy alto; next Ben 
Webster lets go with his tenor sax: now 
the sharp and brilliant trumpet of Roy 


Eldridge takes over; Flip Phillips’ tenor 
sax rides in, then; and now Diz comes on. 
to blow the house down; Illinois Jacquet's 
tenor follows; last comes Lionel Hamp- 
tom's vibraharp—and throughout the 
solid, riding rhythm is provided by Peter 
son's piano, Ray Brown оп bass amd 
Buddy Rich on drums. “The space we've 
allotted to this recording is a measure of 


Ella and Louis (Verve 4009). who 
could be none other than 
and Armstrong, mingle pipes an ve 
ity in a packet of pretty standards that 
includes the likes of Foggy Day, Moon- 
light in Vermont amd Stars Fell on 
Alabama. Joyfully, Ella bears most of 
while Louie clears his 


(aided ly simpatico, eats 
Oscar Peterson, Ray Brown and Herb 
Ellis. Out of it all glides some delici- 
ously romantic, juzülavored xtu for 
toastwarm fireside moments. Miss Fitz 
gerald —as ever — doles out her lyrics 
with a palmsup purity that is the won: 
der of our age: it is impossible for the 
efforıless Ella to err . . . You'd be wise 
to follow up the Ella-Louis effort on the 
turntable with the George Shearing 
Quintets When Lights Are Low (МСМ. 
E3264). You know the style—piano, 
guitar and vibes blowing in quiet unison 
and you know how ceo 
in the right surroundings. 
roundup platter of the Quintet’s best 
work over the past several years: it's 
not new but its miley. 


Good songs and bad, good Sinatra and 
bad: thee are the mixed ingredients of 
That Old Feeling (Columbia CL. 909), 
an LP of reissued singles most of which 
were cut during Frankie's nosedive 
period. The Voices voice sounded 
pretty punk them, even on such top 
tunes as Autumn in New York and The 
Nearness of You. He just didn't come 
across as casually crisp as he docs today 
(on the Capitol label, with Nelson Rid- 
ез files): his phrasing was jerky and 
unsteady, his pipes sounded scratchy, his 
breath control seemed shot. Add to these 
singer-faulty a couple of arias as aby 
mally wretched as That Lucky Old Sun 
and you may understand why we can't 
call this z heel clicking disc, even though 
it has its moments. 


Compeser Gioacchino Rossini had a 
reputation for facility ("Give me a laun- 
dry list: TII set it to music”), flexibility 
(pressed lor an overture to a new comic 
opera, he re-used that of an earlier tragic 
opera and it fit perfectly) and laziness 
(he retired at 37 to live in blissful idle- 
ness for 40 more years). Despite the long 
vacation, he cranked out, along with 
other stud. 35 operas (one of which. The 
Barber of Seville, is maybe the best musi- 


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cal comedy ever written). He is, today, 
known to even the lowest of brows and 
shortest of hairs: everybody's heard that 
"Figaro, Figaro!” bit пош the Barber 
and the Lone Rangers theme music 
(otherwise known as Hiyo, Silver ot, 
more rarely, the overture to William 

Less wellknown are Rowinis 


are now donc up gleamingly by the 13 
members of the Solisti di Zagreb, under 
Antonio Janigro (Vanguard 488). These 
are sweet, lively, melodic neo: Mozart, but. 
Mozart sprinkled with Parmesan cheese, 
for they are nothing if not I warm, 
sunny and “vocal.” Rossini said he wrote 
these charming chamberworks when be 
was 12, but you know Gioacchino — any- 
thing for a gag: he was probably all of 15. 


The Blues (P 
worthy, 
Pacific manner. 
ample of that gi 
jar combos that each play one 
number (including the Gerry Mulligan 
Quartet, the Bud Shank Quintet, the 
Ross Freeman Quartet) stay happily 
unexperimental throughout Incident 
ally, if you have a secret acquaintance 
with anyone who doesn't dig modem 


ife Jan 502) Ва 


lowemng sampling of the 
Ivs not only a fine ex- 


D 
6:07 flat with the bill 
Lewis Quintet rendition of 2 Degrees 
Enst-3 Degrees West, the kind of indigo 
that haunts you in the stilly might. 


"hae of you who enjoyed: Сона 
Jenkins" heamssimg plucking. pacan to 
New York City Manhattan Tower, when 
it fea appeared im 1940, should break 
ut in guise bumps over the Ва that 
Jenkins hax presen it ой. Bot den. 
Te sinks — lor a couple of reasons: the 
mew version (Capitol 1766) is three nies 
longer than the original, and the added 
dics, characters sens and imerludes 
have turned the Tower into an embar- 
таздар bore of crashing dimensions. In 
ion, the new ti 

gen 
Boy) а ridiculous boob wo wants tp get 
hitched, Even the Dignity of M 

forsaken. Happily. one unforgriable 
tune 10 come out of it all sil sparkles 
1 jean later: New York's My Home. 


Even before the birth of jazz, New 
Orleans could boast a fountain of musi 
tal Americana in the person of Louis 
Moreau Gottschalk, з French-American 
piano virtuoso who wrote glittering key- 
board pieces filled with the flavor of his 
adopted country. Am American piano 
virtuoso ol our own day, youngish 
Eugene List, has resurrected a dozen all- 
bue forgotten Gottschalk numbers and 
plays them enthusiastically on а quaint, 
colorful collector's item platter called 
The Banjo, and other Creole Ballads, 
Cuban Dances, Negro Songs and Caprices 
(Vanguard 485). The ttle piece, The 


Banjo, emulates that instrument and 
cribs a chunk of Comptown Races to 
good elect: a hint of a sloweddown 
Skip to My Low runs hauntingly 
through the gentle Lo Sarane; ОМ 
Word gavottes dance cheektochcck 
wich New World cake-walks throughout; 
and if you keep your eats open, you may 
even catch an occasional shy, fleeting, 
forecast of ragtime, Tremolo embroid. 
cred com like The Dying Poet (a favorite 
of fair, bebustled 19 Century piano 
students) inevitably calls to mind the 
silent screen's most poignant m 
for which Gotschali's acier ere 
provided eternal accompaniment. A 
arming, highly listenable disc. 


theatre 


The Reluctant Debutante (at the 
Henry Miller, 124 W. 4314) is a powder 
puff of a British comedy about nothin 
very important, but author William 
Douglas Home creates a lot of fun en. 
route to nowhere, and his cast backs him 

p with style and high humor. lt all 
takes place im Mayfair im the Spring, 
when debutantes ше "coming out" and 
all good men are taking to the hills as 
из cut each other dead in 
competition for well-heeled sonsindaw, 
Anna Massey is cast as the uncooperative 
heroine who prefers horses to men— 
particularly alter Adrianne Allen, as ber 
indefatigable mother, dragoons a bump. 
ious young обсег Irom the Cuords into 
being her escort. Fortunately, mother 
rectfis this mistake by accident. She gets 
hold of а wrong telephone number and 

ugly invites David Hoylake-Johus 

Merivale) home to dinner. 
ome young man-about town, 
has the reputation of being an incorvigi 
ble rake, but we know better, He's a good 
guy and its love at frst sight and farewell 
to the horses: and after a good deal more 
chit-chat over the telephone. 
Jove scene that resolves 
old-fashioned farce, the а 
halt for his happy ending, 

Director Cyril Ritchard's сам is half 
the battle; Miss Allen В an expert far 
cour who can tum an innocent tele 
phone into a monster of confusion. John 
Merivale (е son of the late Phillip. 
Merivale) and Miss Massey make 

‘of innocents in love. wr 


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Home gives Вий plenty to work with, 


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transplants like a hardy perennial. Its 
author, Terence Rattigan (remember 
O Mistress Mine, The Winslow Boy, The 
Browning Version?) is a highly popular 
British playwright who has had only in- 
different luck on these shores. 

he has converted his critics by con 


This time 


ing wp 


with a sharp, sensitively written th 
piece that happens to be two short plays 
Their o 


in one mmon bond is a number 


ol the same characters and th 
sets — the lounge and 

ide hotel in Bournemouth. 
И the two plays do noth 


room of a 


else (and 


they do, believe us) they supply some 
thing like an actors field day lor Eric 
Port d Margaret 

performances. will 
when 


Leighton, whose 

te with the 

е season's final tally is in lor the 
le by the Window (the 

he bill) these two arc cast 


«ple who know that they 
ig together but are des 
не aware that they need cach ther 
ough to try In Table 


Number Seven (by far the more touching 
ly dit 


hall) the costars are cast in a tot 
ferent brace ol roles. This u 
in a nice switch Iron 

hard drinking 


ope of the cur 
tain raiser, plays а lonesome, insecure 
fraud who passes himself oll as а Colonel 


Blimpish war hero and manages to get 


a local cinema palace 
who was soignée and strikingly hand 
some in the first setup does a remark- 
able job of looking and slouching like 
the nearsighted, frustrated victim of an 
overpowering mother. Again two of 
Rauigan's lonely people have a need for 
each other, and it is a 


redit te actors 
and author that this off-beat sketch is 


both credible and emotionally rewardin 


Aun 
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the season, Probal 

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would have been 
Auntie Man 


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ely à dame to 
take to bed with vou (between book cov 
ens, of course). However, with Roslin 
Russell playing the title role, the play 
was bound to break all exist 
for advance sales. 

Just to keep the record straight, 
a good thing that the Jerom 
Robert Е. Lee adaplat 
rely on. Whenever you are able to n 

consecutive plot 


records 


Lawrence 
las Ror 10 


Mame's zany doings and none of it is 
important. What is important is. the 
soaring spirit of la Russell's Auntie 

Jong cigarette 


Mame as she waves a fo 


holder like a baton and models Travis 
Banton’s extravagant gowns as И they 
didn’t have to stay on under happier 
circumstances. There is always just the 


right tiny touch of innuendo in Miss 


Russells performance, Here is an ol 
vious lady who can relish low comedy 
without being patronizing, who can sight 
э gag a mile off, measure it for size, and 
give it just the right pause before pullin 
the trigger. The whole show is a very 
special joke between you and Rox, At 
the Broadhurst, 285 W, 44th. 


It was Eugene O'Neill's wish, f 
ly reasons, that his autobiogra. 
phical Long Days Journey Into Хай 
(at the Helen Hayes, 210 W. 461) 
should nor be produced until 25 yea 
fter his death, But shortly before lv 
died im 1953, O'Neill relented. The 
people depicted in the play were now 
d humiliati 
Even so, there is 


vious fa 


п element of shock 
playwright, in 

jul day in the lives of 
mily in the 


in the fact that the 


the Tyrone 
1912, was really wri 
O'Neills and Вини. This is the plas 
wrights carly Ше in dead earnest, and 
he had to get it off his chest. James Ty 
Tone. the penny-pinching, bullheadel 
patriarch, is a retired actor so i 


about the 


hoarding his wealth that he is oblivious 
10 the destruction he visits on his fail 
His wile, Mary, was given prolonged 
morphine treatment by à quad. alter 
her son Едни n (Tyrone wa 
too miserly to call in a good doctor) and 
she became a hopeles drug addict 
beyond caring. Edmund (the young 
O'Neill), variously a poet, a reporter and 
а merchant seaman. is home a 

iowsly ill of 
disintegrating | am objectis 
light lor the first time, His older brother 
Jamie, is an alcoholic by choice, an artic 
ulate shell of a m 


d vas ba 


berculosis and sering his 


and the uneon 
I the younger brother 
whom he loves and be 


avs at the sinc 
time. For three acts, director Jose Quin- 
tero allows the 

thei 
D accusations and confession, 
and for the sometimes windy тети. 
ences that build for the climax to con 

And when the climax docs come in the 
ering fourth act, it explodes with 
an impact that leaves the audience limp 
with the same feel 

surcease that 

when he nd h 
spectes. from his past 
is none (unless you те 


Tyrones infinite time 
erminable 
к, for 


y of completion and 
O'Neill must have felt 
ell ol these 


pathetic 
OF hope there 
aber who thi 
tured young man grew up to be). Hut 
the end the Tyrones salvage from 
their spiritual blood-bath the 
grace of pity and understanding, 
play that begins early a 
hours sounds repellent to the скари. 
the в Here is high tragedy 
that makes most of Broadway's current 
writing sound like the daily exercises of 
a bright child in a progressive school. 


ШЇ 
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1 — january, 1957 


COLOR WOODCU'T ву RICHARD TYLER 


THE HUSTLER 


fiction BY WALTER s. TEVIS 


all games are dangerous when the stakes are high 


‘THEY тоок SAM ош of the office, through 
the Jong passageway, and up to the big 
metal doors. The doors opened, slowly, 
and they stepped out. 

‘The sunlight was exquisite; warm on 
Sams face. The air was clear and still. 
А few birds were circling in Ше sky. 
There was a gravel path. a sad, and 
then, grass. Sun drew a deep breath. 
He could see as far as the horizon. 

А guard drove up in a gray station 
wagon. He opened the door and Sara 


got in, whistling softly to himself. They 
drove off, down the gravel path. Sam 
did not turn around to look at the pri 
son walls; he kept his eyes on the grass 
that stretched ahead of them, and on 
the road through the gras. 

When the guard stopped to let him 
ой in Richmond he said, “A word of 
advice, Willis’ 

дексе?” Sam smiled at the guard. 

“Thats right. You got a habit of get- 

ting in trouble, Willis. That's why they 


didn't parole you, made you serve full 
time, because of that habit 

“That's what the man told me,” Sam 
aid. "Sor 

"So say out of pool rooms, You're 
smart. You can earn a living.” 

Sam мапед climbing out of the sta 
tion wagon. "Sure," he said. He got out, 
slammed the door, and the guard drove 

Te was still early and the town was 
nearly empty. Sam walked around, up 
and down different streets, for about an 
hour, looking at houses and stores, snil 

w, whistling or 
rg little tunes to himsel. 

In his right hand he was carryi 
little round tubular leather casc, carry- 
ing it by the brass handle on the side. 
It was about 80 inches long, the case, 
and about as big around as a man's 
forearm. 

At ten odak he went to ih 
and drew out the 600 dollars he had 
deposited there under the пате of 
George Graves. Only it was 680; it had 
gathered that much interest 


"Then he went to a clothing store and 
bought a sporty tan coat, a pair of 
brown slacks, brown sucde shoes and а 
bright green sport shirt. In the store's 
dressing room he put the new outfit on, 
leaving the prison-issued suit and shoes 
on the floor, ‘Then he bought two extra 
and 


sets of underwear and socks, pai 
left. 

About a block up the street there was 
а deanlooking beauty parlor. He 
walked in and told the lady who seemed 
to be in charge, "Tm an actor. I have to 
а part in Chicago tonight that re 


rex red hair.“ He smiled at her. “Can 
you fix me up?" 
The lady was all efficiency. “Cer 


tainly,” she said. "If you'll just step back 
to à booth we'll pick out à shade.” 

А half hour later he was а red 
Tn two hours he was on board a plane 
Tor Chicago, with a Title less than 600 
dollars in his pocket and one piece of 
luggage. He still had the underwear and 
souks in a paper suck. 

In Chicago he took a 14 dollar 2 night 
room in the best hotel he could find. 


The room was big, and pleasant. It 
looked and smelled clean. 

He sat down on the side of the bed 
and opened his little leather case at the 
top. The two piece billiard cue inside 
was intact. He took it out and screwed 
the brass joint together, pleased that it 
still ft perfectly. Then he checked the 
butt for tightness. "The weight was still 
firm and solid. The tip was good, 
shape had held up; and the cues bal 
ance and stroke seemed easy, familiar, 
almost as though he still played with 
и every day 

He checked himself in the mirror. 
They had done a perfect job on his hı 

ıd its brightness against the green and 
brown of his new clothes gave hèn the 
sporty, racetrack sort of look he had 
always avoided before. His once ruddy 
‘complexion was very pale. Not a pool 
player in town should be able to recog: 


nize him: һе could hardly recognize 
himself 
If all went well he would be out of 


Chicago for good in a few days; and no 
one would know for a Jong time that 


Pig Sam Willis had even played there, 
Six years on а manslaughter charge 
could have its advantages. 

m he had to walk 
around town for a while before he 
found a pool room of che kind he 
wanted. It was a few blocks off the 
Loop. small; and from the outside it 
scemed to be fairly clean and quiet 

Inside, there was a short order and 
beer counter up оне In back there 
were four tables; Sam could sec them 
through the door in the partition that 

the lunch room from the pool 
er. "There was no one in the 


separat 


room prop 
place except for the tall, blond boy 
behind the counter. 

Sam sked the boy И he could prac 
tice. 

“Sure.” The boys voice was friendly, 
“But ИП cost you a dollar an hour." 

"Fair enough.” He gave the boy a five 

"Let me know when this is 


The boy raised his eyebrows and took 
the money. 
In the back room Sam selected the 


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best 20-0unce cue he could find in the 
wall rack, one with an ivory point and 

ight butt, chalked the tip, and broke 
the rack of balls on what seemed to be 
the best of the four tables. 

He tried to break safe, a straight pool 
break, where you drive the two bottom 
corner balls to the cushions and back 
into the stack where they came from, 
making the cue ball go two rails and 
return to the top of the table, killing 
¡vell on the cushion, The break didn't 
work, however: the rack of halls spread 
wide, five of them came out into the 
table, ин the cue ball stopped in the 
middle. Yt would have left an opponent 
wide open for а bg un. Sam shuddered 

He pocketed the 15 balls, missing, 
only once — a Tong shot that had to be 
{cut thin into a far corner — and be felt 
better, making balls. Не had Hule con- 
fidence on the hard ones, he was awk- 
ward; but he will knew the game, he 
kuew how to break up little clusters of 
balls on one shot so that he could pocket 
them on die next. He knew how to play 
position with very little English on the 
uc. by shooting “natural” shots, and 
letting the speed of the cue ball do the 
work. He could still figure the spread 
plan out his shots in advance from the 
positions of the balls on the table, and 
he knew what to shoot at fist 

He kept shooting for about he 
hours Several. times other players came 
in and played for a while, but mane of 
them payed any attention to him, and 
none of them stayed long. 

“The place was empty again aud Sam 

icing cutting balls down the 
rail working on his cue hall and om his 
speed, when he looked up and siw the 
boy who ran the place coming back He 
was carrying a plate with a hamburger 
in one hand and two bottles of beer in 
the other 

“Hungry?” He set the sandwich down 
өп the arm of a chair. "Or thirsty. may- 
ber" 


Sam looked at his watch. И was 1:30. 
"Come to think of ity" he said, "I am." 
He went to the chair, picked up the 
hamburger, and sat down. 

Have а beer,” the boy said. affably 
Sam took it and drank from the bottle. 
It tasted delicious. 

"What do 1 owe you?” he said, and 
took a bite out of the hamburger. 
"The burger s 30 cents.” the boy said. 
"The beers on the house.” 
г Sam said, chewing. “How 


"ode bey 
sid. "Easy on the equipment, cash in 
advance, and Т don't even have to rack 
the balls for you." 


"Thanks." Sam was silent for a min- 
ute, eating 
The boy was drinking the other heer. 


Abruptly. he set the boule down. “You 


оп the hustle?” he said. 

“Do I look like a hustler?” 

“You practice like one” 

Sam sipped his beer quietly lor a 
minute, looking over the top of the 
bottle, once, at the boy. Then he said, 
^L might be looking around” He set 
the empty bottle down on the wooden 
thair arm. “ГИ be back tomorrow; we 
сап talk about it then. There might be 
thing in it for you, if you help me 


“Sure, mines, 
pretty good?” 

"1 think so," Sam said. Then when 
the boy got up to leave he added 
“Don't try to finger me for anybody. It 
won't do you any good.” 

“I won't” "The boy went back up 
front 

Sam practiced. working mainly on his 
stroke and his position, for three more 
hours When he finished his arm was 
sone and his feet were tired; but he felt 
heuer, His stroke was beginning to work 
Tor him. he was getting smooth, making 
balls regularly. playing good position 
Once. when he was running balls con 
tinuously. racking H and 1. he ran 47 
without missing 

The next morning, after а long 
‘night's rest. he was even better. He ran 
more than 90 balls onc time. missing. 
finally. on а difficult rail shot. 

The boy came back at 1:00 o'clock, 
bringing a ham sandwich this time and 
two beers “Here you go." he said. 
“Time to make a break.” 

Sam thanked him, laid his cue stick 
on the table. and эм down. 

“My names Barney.” the boy said. 
"George Graves” Sam held out hi 
hand. and the boy shook it, “Just.” he 
smiled inwardly at the thought, "call me 

Red” 

“You ave good” Barney said. “I 
watched you a couple of times” 

“1 know.” Sam took a drink from the 
beer boule. “Im looking for a straight 
pool game. 

figured that, Mister Graves. You 
't find onc here, though. Up at Ben 
ington’s they play straight pool.” 

Sam had hand of Bennington's. They 
зані it маз а hustler's room, а big money 
place 

“You know who plays pool there 
Barney?” he suid. 

"Sure, Bill Peyton, he plays there. 
And Shufala Kid, Louisville Fats, 
Johnny Vargas, Henry Keller, a lite 
uy they call “The Policemai 

Henry Keller was the only familiar 
name; Sam had played him once, in 
Atlantic City. maybe М years ago. But 
that had been even before the big days 
of Sam's reputation, before he had got 
зо good that he had to trick hustlers 
into playing him. That was a long time 
agp. And then there was the red hair; he 


the boy said. "You 


ought to be able to get by. 

"Which one's gor money." 
id plays straight pool?” 
“Well,” Barney looked doubtful, 
think Louisville Fats carries а big roll. 
Нез one of the old Prohibition boys; 
they му he keeps au army of hoods 
working for him. He plays straights, 
But he's good. And he doesn’t like being 
hustled" 

t looked good; but dangerous. Hus 
tery didn't take it very well to find out 
а man was ming а phony пате so he 
could get a game. Sam remembered the 
time someone had told Bernie James 
who he had been playing and Bern 
had got pretty rough about it. But d 

different; he had been out 
‘of circulation six yen, amd he had 
never played in Chicago before. 

"This Fats. Does he bet big?” 

ть Be bets bi. Ng as yon wan 
і “But T tell you he's 


he asked, 


he ball" Sam sid, and 
smiled back. “ГЇЇ show you something.” 
Barney racked. Sam broke them wide 
open amd started running, Не went 
through the rack, then another. another, 
amd another. Barney was counting the 
balls, racking them for hi i 
When Ве got to 80 Sam ки 
bank a few.” He banked 7, knocking 


them off the rails, across, and into the 
pockets, When he missed the 8 he sud, 
“Whar do you think?” 


* Sam sid. "You lead 
l. Tomorrow might you get 
somebody to work for you. We're going 
тр to Bennington's” 

“Fair enough, Mis 
sid. Не was 
beer on that” 
son's you took an elevator 
you wanted: billiards 
the fast. pocket pool om the second, 
snooker and private games on the third. 
10 was an old fashioned setup, high 
ceilings, big, shaded incandescent lights, 
verstulled. leather ch 

Sam spent the morning on the seco 
Moor, trying to get the feel of the tables. 
They were different from Barneys, with 


+ Graves,” Barney 
ng. "Well have à 


softer cushions amd. tighter cloths, and. 
it was a Tittle hard to get used to them; 
but after about two hows he felt as 


though he had them pretty well, and. 
he КИ. No one had ра any attention. 
to him. 

After lunch he inspected his hair in 
the restaurants bathroom mirror; it 
was still as red as ever and hadn't yet 
begun to grow out. He felt good. Just 
a little nervous, but good. 

Barney was waiting for him at the 
lile pool room. They took a cab up 
to Bennington's 

(continued on page 30) 


INCE TIME IMMEMORIAL, oF at least since Mr. Gregorian shook up the calendar, 

well-meaning mortals have chosen the New Year as the occasion to enumerate 
their failings on paper and solemnly pledge to sin no more in the coming twelve. 
month, ‘These pledges have become known as New Year resolutions, and the only 
trouble with them is that the resoluters are seldom resolute enough. Their hearts, 
proverbially, are in the right places, but the flesh, no less proverbially, is weak and 
they begin to backslide, usually somewhere around the second or third of January. 

Maynor, alter intensive study and soul-searching, believes it has found the 
answer to this vexing, age-old problem. By simply applying New Year resolutions 


1o others, 


heed. 


ious will be 
(for those who do the 


not for those who try to follow through). Braced and bolstered 
by this leaky logic, we recruited a panel of top men from various fields 
and asked them to contribute one resolution each — for the rest of 


endeavor 
imanity 10 


They responded with alacrity. И your response is equally alacritous, we may, 


from time to time, ask other wellknown citizens to contribute resolutions for, say, 


Ground Hog Di 


JOHN CROSBY 
1 here highly n 


olve that our ingen 
dous engineers should let us have some 
leisure. To elucidate, ГЇЇ have to take you 
back to the early Thirties when they'd 
jux introduced the 4@hour, five-day 
work week, causing my friend Jim Main- 
waring, the sage of Scandale, to proclaim 
darkly: "Ill destroy the country — this 
New Leisure. Just like ancient Rome. 
‘The populace will spend all that spare 


f, Bastille Day, The Anniversary of the Birch of Millard Fillmore, 
feanwhile, ec what you can do to make the following worthies happy in 1957. 


time drinking and wenching and watch 
ing people being thrown to the lions in 
Madison Square Garden.” 


"They willt They willl 
fabric of the country will disintegrate 
with all that spare time on its hands 
They'll have sex orgies at Ebbets Field 
anything to occupy the empty hours, 
Mankind can withstand wars, epidemics, 


BY: JOHN CROSDY, 
H. ALLEN SMITH, 
GEORGE JESSEL, 
FRED ASTAIRE, 
PHIL SILVERS, 
JIMMY DURANTE 


some famous fellows 

make new year 
vows for everybody 
but themselves 


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floods, even psychiatry. But not leisure. 
Leisure has wrecked every civilization 
that stumbled on it and ¡ell wreck this 
one.” Whereupon be finished his drink 
and loped of to the 5:25 which bears 
him every evening to his home in West 
chester where his wisdom is well thought 
of by everyone but his wile. It was a dis- 
turbing thought. Leisure, Ive always 
felt, was very good for me but very bad 
for everyone ehe. My own moral div 
integration—the drinking, the wenching, 
maybe even that lion bit — 1 could con- 
template with resignation and possibly 
furtive anticipation. But the moral dis 
integration of the whole country (1 mean, 
the rest of you guys getting оп all 
this) was a terrible thought. Well, 20 
years have рамей and the moral fabric, 
while possibly a litle more frayed at the 
edges, has held out against the New Lei 
sure pretty well and 1 think I know why. 
“The last time 1 visited the Mainwarings 
in Scarsdale, Jim spent the whole week 
end fixing the dishwasher. By Sunday 
night, he пад it back in order again. His 
wile Sally spent ten minutes rinsing 
the dishes, another ten arranging them 
in this labor-swing device, 50 minutes 

the water and steam swirl 
With one thing 
and another, it was time to go to bed 
when it was all over. There's nothing 
like these new labor saving gadgets for 
keeping a body out of mischief. For in- 
stance, 1 watched Sally Mainwaring with 
her new vacuum cleaner which has one 
gadget for corners, another for carpets, 
another for drapes, another for radiators. 
Just screwing these things on and taking 
them off occupied the afternoon, pre- 
serving Sally from all sorts of unmen 
tionable vices. (My mother just used to 
wheel the vacuum cleaner out of the 
loser, leaving all sorts of spare time оп 
her hands to get into trouble. But not 
any more) We have abolished the sweat 
shop. No longer do young girls spend 14 
hours ruining their eyesight in camped 
positions making buttonholes. Now, 
father spends 14 hours bent over the 
power mower, tying to get delicate 
Screws back in place, while other is in 
the basement doing battle with the auto 
matic dryer. (My mother used to hang 
the wash on a line. Took about fve 
minutes) Now theres talk of the SOhour 
week and again our moral fabric is in 
danger. But never (cur. Also ahead of 
us is automation where the machines run 
the machines. Ics already in the factories 
and eventually it'll be in the homes 
You'll go to the office at 10:00 and quit 
at 3-00 —and from 300 to 7:00 you'll 
be in the basement adjusting the West 
inghouse Electronic Homemaker зо it 
doesn’t put the records in the washing 
machine and the dishes on the hifi set 
‘Therefore, in 1997, lets get the engi 
neers to stop protecting us from the Бог. 
rors of leisure! 


H. ALLEN SMITH 
1 here highly resolve that early in 
1957, some brave fellow should hire a 
good lawyer, like Morris Ernst or Emile 
Zola Berman, and proceed with the cru- 
dc to obliterate forever one of modern 
mankind's most imbecilic superstitions — 
the belief that in order to eat a meal 
properly itis necessary for a man to tie 
а strip of colored rag around his neck. 
Tm not against neckties. 1 wear them 
оп most occasions away from home. But 
there are times, especially in the summer, 
when a necktie becomes more foolish 
than usual and on those times Im in- 
dined to go naked at the neck. The au- 
side will begin with the aforesaid fel 
low's appearance at the entrance to one 
of Manhattan's fanciest restaurants. He'll 
have on slacks. а sports jacket and a 
sports shirt buttoned neatly at the collar. 
That cold, imperious man at the gate 
will take one look and say, “You can't 
come in here withouten you got on no 
necktie.” Our boy will reply, "The hell 
Гав" and bell start to shove past his 
oppresor. Hell be restrained. of course, 
and there'll be a scene. The doorman 
may temporize and offer him the use of 
5 gravystained old cravat which. in his 
view, will make the crusader look re- 
spectable and worthy of eating in the 
joint. He will be advised to take his 
necktie and shove it up the dumb waiter. 
In the end, you may be sure, our man 
won't be admitted. Now our lawyer files 
suit for hall a million dollars. ‘The bling. 
of the suit, the preliminary maneuvering 
and the eventual wial will be sensa 
sional. Ed Murrow will probably do a 
documentary on the case. “The question. 
will be argued up and down the land: 
does a rag around the neck constitute the 
difference between a gentleman and а 
bum? The restaurant owner will con 
tend that he has a right to set the stand- 
ards under which customers may enter 
his establishment. Our lawyer will argue 
that the defendant is operating under a 
franchise granted to him by the people 
and that he has no right to turn a man 
away from his door unless that man is 
breaching the peace through some overt 
of disorderly conduct. И the right 
lawyer is chosen, the summation wil 
probably be so eloquent that the judge 
will suddenly rise from the bench, пр 
‘ff his black robe, fling it to the floor 
and exclaim, “I never did understand 
why E have to wear this fool thing! 
Verdict for the plaintiff... with full 
damages!” 
GEORGE JESSEL 
1 here highly resolve that somebody 
should do something about a certain 
young man 1 shall call Epis, who rocked 
and rolled in the year 1956 АРТА. 
Phonograph records about a skinny dog 
are given preference over hot dogs and 
all-day suckers! All this came about when 
he was seen on the television screens of 


the nation. Since then, there is more 
squealing heard Пот Young America 
during one song than has ever been 
heard from the combined stockyards of 
Swift and Armour in а decade, The rea 
son for all this, I think, is because never 
before have young people been given 
the complete opportunity to ler loose 
‘of their inhibitions in such abandon. 
Squealing was always stopped in the 
home, and the schoolroom, and publ 
places, But while the television is goi 
‘on, you can do anything! Think how 
many people get a great № 
watching actors and actresses 
‘overcoats and minks perform, while а 
diences at home can watch them and bc 
completely naked, il they so choose. 
America has found something that has 
stopped it from thinking. And most of 
us мет to he delighted. The highest 
officials in the government don't make 
a move without an advertising agency's 
supervision. People seated in the highest 
chairs of the nation have their faces 
made up and their speaking voices ap- 
proved for each public appearance, And 
the question is not “What is he going 
to say?” but “How is he going to look 
amd how is he going to sound?” 1 wonder 
how Abe Lincoln would have fared in 
this day? 1 can hear the television ad. 
men saying: "Get that beard off —see if 
you can cover that mele — try to get that 
voice down a few tones..." And it's all 
because of Epis who, the theatrical pa- 
рез say. the biggest thing im show 
business Well, long may he rock and 
roll! 1 don't envy the great success he 
has made in just a few weeks! Like every 
good thinking person, | hope his suc 
ess continues — for a few weeks longer! 
FRED ASTAIRE 

1 here highly resolve that the people 
of the USA, should elect me dictator 
for a day. My first act would be to give 
Elvis Presley extra special credit for 
being such a hell of a big sensational 
ssh hit and to scold those who try to 
condemn rock and roll. of it 


good, It isa fad now and fads are always 
overdone. Give it time and it will pass 
by and remain at a les conspicuous level 
where it has been for some years past 
1 then would appoint Kim Novak and 


Anita Ekberg members of my Cabi 
1 would shake в finger at the style пи 
chants of men’s clothes who try to be 
linle the doublebressted suit, 1 decree 
the double breased dinner jacket much 
smarter than the singlebreasted always 
and also more practical. 1 would ad- 
minister a severe reprimand to and fine 
anyone who dislikes Thunderbirds! 1 
would paw a law making it impossible 
for anyone to be out or "busy" when 1 
call on the telephone. 1 would abolish 
the following: Some of the small talk by 
contestants on television's major quiz 
shows, and some of the big talk and 
(concluded on page 77) 


THE GIRLS OF SHEPHERD MARKET 


they reap a tidy livelihood—sans taxes, sans reproach 


THERE 13 AN ANTIQUE YARN concerning the 
racy, fascinating and very naughty sec 
tion’ of London known as Shepherd 
Market, an area which leads its gaudy 
life within a stone's throw of Piccadilly 
а London street familiar to hundreds of 
ids of GI's as the profitable hunt- 
of the "Piccadilly Comman 
rls who, for a fee, would 
make themselves totally available to girl 
less soldiers 
The story tells of an American tourist 
who approached one of the girls who 
was slouched against a wall in the rain- 


coat that in Shepherd Market is almost 
the badge of her trade. The girl smiled 
invitingly at the American, who looked 


her over appreciatively, 

Sister,” Tve just got to 
spend the night with you. ГИ give you 
$10,000. 

The sum seas staggering, but the girl 
had enough presence of mind to reply 
‘Oh, yes." she said, numbly 

Sister.” the American said, "I've 
changed my mind. ГИ give you $27 

The girl gave him a look of frozen 
disdain. "How dare yo 


article By SAM BOAL 


grily 
titute?” 

A generally accepted definition of a 
prostitute is а peron—generally a 
woman—who sells herself for money. 
girls of Shep 
ket is that they airily decline to 
his definition. The girls parad 
Champs Flysées in Paris, being re- 
aliss, maintain no ill as to their 
calling. (Not so long ago it was printed 
on their identity cards) And girls in San 
Diego or New Orleans or Chicago dis 


What do you think 1 am? A pros 


The unique aspect of t 


play little coyness as to their means of 


a 


livelihood. 

But the girls in Shepherd Market are 
spectacularly dillerent. They reflect the 
general British reticence of manner, the 


tendency of conservation, the mild com 


pulsion to call a spade а lot of things 
a shovel, perhaps, or à hoc but 

hardly ever a spade 
The peculiar status of the Shepherd 
Market girls springs, in part. out of the 
just noted British temperament, but it 
tdi 


alvo springs out of several маги 


ties of the British system in its rela 
to prostitution. Unlike the statutes of 
other countries, British law does not 
consider prostitution з crime nor a pros 
шше a criminal. ‘The British, as every 
schoolboy knows, have м its to 


a wild passion for civil libertics and per- 
sonal freedom. Regarding prostitution, 
British Iaw— and British public opin- 
ion — maintains that it is difficult to 


Cynthia Williams, aged 19 and until 
recently o respectoble loss in her no- 
live Manchester, is picked up by Som 
Bool, author of this article, He knew 
she was a professional, or ot least a 
semi-pro, becouse of the locale where 
she was loitering and because of her 
raincoat, almost o uniform in foir 
‘weather or foul for the girls of Shep: 
herd Market. After the usual pre- 
liminary conversation, pictured here, 
he escorted her io her flat where 
they could enjoy greoter privacy ond 
where she entertains the men who 
provide her livelihood. Cynthia was 
not aware thot the pictures on this 
page were being token. Loter, she 
was persuaded to let the photogro- 
pher join her and the author in her 
тоот where she posed for the pic- 
ture on the facing page. Cynthia wos 
unembarrassed ond much intrigued 
by being in on Americon magzine. 


In the 
nied States, for instance, а pl 


establish what a prostitute is 


clothes cop goes to a girls room, р 

her some dough, she reaches for her bra 

strap and Mr. Badge lays the heavy 
nd on her 


The British believe that this system 
eightlane super highway to соттар- 
on and that municipal corruption, 
virtually unknown in England. generally 
naintained by, police 

stitutes, or the men who 
A cop can casily railroad 
a girl into jail, since his word, though 
unsupported, will be taken and hers will 
not. The crooked cop doesn't want the 
Far from it. He wants her 

Е. not resting in 


begins with, and is 


with p 
control them. 


girl in ja 
working. pay 


irat of jail to squceze money out 
оС her, and it is this that the British 
find bad. 


To ìs not that the British police do not 
know which. 
do, but they cannot arre 


ls are business girls. They 
them. И they 
did, the girls would say, very simply 


"What this man says is true, I met him 
in a bar and 1 liked him. He was per 
feculy charming, judge. 1 did go to bed 


with Вип and, as he mays, he did give me 
ie money, Не found me 
ing, too, judge. He told me to buy 
vell а box of candy.” End of discus 
sion. The girl swirls her raincoat an 
her and is back on the job in 15 min 
One top olficial im London's police 
force who, with characteristic British 
modesty refused to be quoted by name, 
icut on the subject 

What is prostitution?” he said, in 
o British it sounded as if it 

ing from a supermarket deep- 
Ireeze. “Suppose, old boy, you take a girl 
out to dinner tonight, You then go to a 


sid he 


ind 


was asked to com 


theatre, perhaps have a dance or two at 
some night spot amd then go to her 
apartment where the two of you polish 
oft а boule of champagne. You find 
yourself, perhaps not to your complete 
astonishment, in bed with this delightful 
Kir, and before you leave, you give her 
says ‘borrow’ 一 mc money be 
саше she has announced. in her delight 
eds it to pay the 
the morning. Should we 
arrest her? Yet she has ful 
filled the function of a prostitute, hasn't 
she. and even taken the money, which 
some believe is the crux of the situation. 
‘Others have a different notion. They 
believe that а girl who doesn’t take men. 
to her bed often is not a prostitute. But 
this won't work, either, because how 
‘often’? Seven men а week? Or 
fourteen, counting afternoons?” The 
British policeman smiled. 

British law does not regard the whole 
ol prostitution quite so casually. how- 
ever. Though there are probably more 
street walkers in London than im any 
other city in the world, there isn't a 
brothel in the entire town. 

‘This anomaly results from the curious 
fact that though prostitution is not a 
rime, it is a crime to use an apartment 
— or a house, or any premises — for what 
British law calls “inmoral purposes,” 
but only if more than two и are in- 
volved, Two sisters can set up shop and 
will be perfectly free from arrest, but 
once they invite their younger sister — 
or any other girl — to share the fun, the 
British police ean crack down, And they 
will, which accounts for the lack of 
organized houses in London. 

Thus, in Shepherd Market, the cus 
tomer often finds two girls sharing a 
at, often а luxurious one, but he will 
never find three girls doing so, and i 
he wants three girls simultaneously, he 
had better call on his amateur friends 
to oblige him. An interesting sidelight 
оп this point is the case of twin sisters, 
two very pretty Shepherd. Market girls 
named Daphne and Pamela, names 
about аз English as roast beef, fog or 
warm beer. The twins, who regard 
money with the same naiveté as, say, 

Sr, charge five dollars 


ог a somewhat for 
able appetite wants both girls at 
once, the price is not, as one might sup- 
pose, а mere $10, It is $12.50, The girls 
Know that a man devoted to having two 
girls at once will gladly pay extra. The 
twins, so it might be 
n they get their clothes 
off а customer might be confused as to 
which girl was which, but Daphne and 
Pamela have solved that one, too. Tt 
wis quite simple. They needed only one 


aid: a razor. Either way, they are very 
preity and highly succesful. 

Despite various shrill cries to the con- 
rary, England is still a highly classcon- 
scious nation as compared to, say, the 
United States or France. A Duke is still 
a Duke and a coal miner is still a coal 
mirer. And this class consciousness has 
extended into the sinful purlicus of 
Shepherd Market, which is surprising, 
since one might assume that a certain 
tay democracy would obtain amongst 
a group of busines: women who have 
basically the same commodity to sell. 


starts. we can understand how the girls 
social system works, 

Cynthia — ог any girl like her— first 
wies to get an apartment in Shepherd 
Marker, which is dificult because the 
arca—less than half a square mile — is 
full to the eaves with tenants. Perhaps 
Cynthia can share an apartment with a 
girl friend who possibly has written her 
10 quit her office job, where everybody 
from the boss to the elevator man has 
been making passes at her, for (ree, and. 
settle down to earn some money lor her 
old age. 


Nevertheless, Shepherd Market is as 
rigidly саме Бошай as the Duchess of 
What's Her Names annual ball The 


s jus as it is in 


other, les flamboyant, societies. 
Girls drift into Shepherd Market from 


the United States, very little prostitution 
in rural arcas in England. The big city 
the playground of the naughty girl. 

Shepherd Market is London's 
naughtiest playground, ко gir) bent on 
using what she has to eam what she 
wants would naturally head ber high 
heels straight for there. 

Let us consider one, a girl called Cyn- 
thia Williams, a dark, pretty 10.yearold 
who comes from Manchester, in Britain's 
industrial North, and as we sce how she 


"The new kid is, in the beginning, at 
the very bottom of the Shepherd Market 
social scheme, She has youth, an aset 
which should be helpful in her new 
calling. But she has several liabilities, 
100. She hasn't any customers and she 
hasn't much proficiency in getting them. 
The other girls, despite the myth to the 
contrary, do not spit at her (ıs they do 
in Paris) or bit her with their umbrellas 
Cynthia has a right to uy to make her 
жау, The established girls will try м 
steal her customers. but this is a hard 
world, dearie, and business in business 
IE the new girl ma 
tomer from an old timer, she is unlikely 
to get а doren roses from her com. 
petitor, but by and large Shepherd Mar 
ket is not a jungle. И it were, it might 
be unable to survive. 

If the new girl proves she has some- 
thing that men want. she is gradually 


PLAYBOY 


24 


accepted into the strange social life — 
which is quite apart from the profes 
sional life — ol the Market, and alter a 
while she can look down on the next 
new Cynthia, the pretty litle 18- or 19- 
yearold from Derbyshire or Liverpool 
or Glasgow. 

If the girls in Shepherd Market were 
organized by men, 95 they are in other 
cities, the new girls comparative inno- 
cence could understandably call for a 
higher fee. "The boss would call wp à 
customer and proudly announce his 
latest acquisition, And at a special price. 

ut it doesn't work this way in Shep 
herd Market, Unless the novice has very 
special beauty or heretofore hidden bed- 
room talents, she will get at the start 
‘only about $8. It is a characteristic of 
the British male not to like anything 
new. An American likes a new carı an 
Englishman likes an old one. He likes 
things he knows about, and until a girl 
is known about, she will be comparative 
ly idle. She will probably have two cus 
tomers an evening, because she has yet 
ло establish a roster of satisfied — and. 
thus repeating — customers. This works 
ош to about $45 a week, which is a 
fortune, since the average wage for a 
secretary in England is only 518, and 
that for a shop girl about $14. And she 
is only starting, 

Of this $45, she will pay about $15 a 
week in rent, sharing an apartment. 
Food is cheap in England, so she won't 
spend more than $15 on that. Since she 
is not a fashionable cocotte — or at least 
not yet — she will spend little on clothes, 
and since her favorite entertainment, 
the movies (which she calls "the flicks”), 
cost her only 35€ a go, she still has what, 
by her standards, is a lot left over. 

Furthermore —and this is most im 
portant — all of the Shepherd Market 
БИТ» earnings are her own. Income tax. 
in England, even for wage carners in 
the lower brackets, is so heavy as to be 
almost crippling, But not to the Shep 
herd Market girl. Some unknown 
genius amongst them cunningly devised 
а way to beat it 

British law may be somewhat lax 
ity attitude toward prostitution, but i 

not at all lax about income tax viola 
tors, It Ва serious offense in England 
to falsify an income tax return, or to 
try to avoid paying а tax. They don't 
Kid about that. 

‘One day somebody in the income tax 
office had a bright idea. He decided to 
crack down on the pleasure girls in 
Shepherd Market, feeling they were a 
fine, untapped source of tax dough. As- 
sessors swooped down on several of 
them, the most visibly prosperous ones. 
The tax men pointed out that the girls’ 
apartments were sumptuous, even bla- 
tantly so. They counted the 40 pairs of 


shoes in the closet and the 60 dresses and 
the 20 nighties and they observed the 
high rent. which was always paid, and 
they asked the obvious question: where 
dos this income originate, and why isn't 
э tax being paid on it? 

At frst the girls made vague claims, 
declaring it came from mysterious 
sources, such as nameless rich old men, 
ог from poker games at which the girls 
seemed invariably to win. But the i 
vestigators weren't кийбей. It was i 
come. and in the simple cosmos of an 
income tax collector, income must pay а 
tax. Never mind the morals involved; 
pes it up, girls. The battle seemed lost 
Part of their treasured freedom seemed 
to be about to be wrenched away from 
the ladies. 

But one girl started using her brain, 
rather than her body. and when dhe tax 
collector demanded that she fill out a 
return she agreed with disarming amia- 
bility. She wrote her name in the space 
provided and she wrote her address in 
the space provided. When she came to 
the space marked “Occupation” she 
stopped dead in its tracks the entire tax 
collecting mechanism of the British Isles 
by writing one word there. She wrote 
“prostitute.” She may have gone against 
the Shepherd Market code by admitting. 
she was a prostitute, but a crisis was at 
hand and this girl resolved it with what 
сап only be described as brilliance. 

By writing the word "prostitute" in 
the space which the tax people had so 
Kindly provided, she presented the Bri- 
tisk with a problem it sim 
Ply could not solve. A high moral issue 
was at stake. If the British government. 
collected a tax on the wages of admited 
sin. on the earnings of an admitted pros 
tinne, wouldn't it inescapably be shar 
ing in the profits of vice? It would be 
Wie putting a head ux on opium 
smokers, or charging a convicted mur 
derer a fee, and then letüng him go. 
But it would be even worse, since the 
ry would be raised across the count) 
=a country which has always edged it- 
self, whether accurately or not, in a 
white valentine of lacy moral virtue — 
that the government was in part sup 
porting itself on the libidinous labors of 
vicious girls in notorious Shepherd Mar- 
ket. Obscure bishops would raise their 
sonorous Oxonian accents in horror and 
the Stoke-On-Trent Ladies Benevolent 
Scciety, which regards Shepherd Mar 
ket much as other people regard double 
pneumonia, would thunder out alarms 
warning the British middle class not to 
move an inch from normality, lest evil 
take over the land. "The British middle 
class would indeed not move an inch, 
since it is an almost immovable mass 
of human beings, but the scandal would. 
be catastrophic. 


The fact is that no income tax blank 
marked “prostitute” has yet been co 
lected, nor even accepted, by the В 
tish government and not one voice has 
been heard in the Howse of Commons 
even inquiring about the matter. Need- 
Jess to say. not even a whisper has ir 
sued from the House of Lords, whose 
members still spend their time com- 
Phining that modern highways some- 
times interfere with fox hunting, that 
the way to rid England of an overpopu 
lation of rabbits is to make 
popular, or that pin-ups of 
be banned from the barracks occuj 
by British soldier», and kindred 
dious subjects 

So there the issue tests. AIL the girls 
пом use the new trick and the Shepherd 
Market girl is again triumphant. Her 
position i» unamailable, For police pur 
poses she is not a prostitutes for ах 
purposes she is 

So little Cynthia, as she progresses 
the Shepherd Market social ladder, can 
keep her entire income. И she can work 
up some steady clients, she can get a 
beter apartment and, perhaps, a maid. 
She can buy better clothes and go to 
better beauty shops for redder Anger- 
nails and blonder hair. She can associate 
with girls of her own standing and she 
begins to snub the naive little girl from 
the country who is just starting in. 

She will have the traditional Bri 
tea with girls of her own level and will 
give lite luncheon parties in her apart- 
‘ment, if it is elegant enough. If not, she 
will take her girl friends to some chi-chi 
restaurant. where she will be created 
with every courtesy money can buy. If 
any of her customers recognize her, they 
will be far too discreet to greet her, and 
she of course would never speak to 
them. This is part of the code, too. 

‘Cynthia's social life is rather restricted. 
because of her hours. She starts work 
about four in the afternoon: by mi 
night her day is over. But by now, she 
is making about $100 a week so if she 
wishes she can take а night off every 
пом and then, Her price has gone up a 
lite bit, to $4 or $5. 

Like most British street walkers, our 
rew gi will have strong Lesbian tend 
encics, so her emotional outlet will tend 
toward women rather than toward men 
She will have frequent “crushes” on 
the other girls and will, in general, dis 
play a rather cynical attitude toward 
men. She will have a man or two 
around, merely to take her to parties 
or to the theatre, where a girl without 
а man would appear conspicuous, but 
unlike her sister in Paris, she will cer 
tainly not have a procurer, nor а man 
‘whom she loves and to whom she gives 
money. The Shepherd Market girl does 

(continued on page 74) 


What a wonderful way to welcome in the New Y 
т. Hooper. And in another hour, it will be midnight 
in Chicago, and then Denver, and then San Francisco...” 


IN A SEASON OF CALM WEATHER 


how much 
was picasso, 
how much 
george smith 
with wild 


picasso eyes? 


fiction ву RAY BRADBURY 


Crowe AND ALICE змпн detrained at 
Biarritz one summer noon and in an 
hour had run through their hotel onto 
the beach, into the ocean, and back out 
to bake upon the sand. 

To see George Smith sprawled burn: 
there, you'd think him only a tour 
ist flown fresh as iced lettuce to Europe 
and soon to be transahipped home. But 
bere was a man who loved art more than 

EN 

"There .. 7 George Smith sighed. 
Another ounce of perspiration trickled 
down his chest. Boil out the Ohio tap. 
water, he thought, then drink down the 
est Bordeaux. Silt your blood with rich 
French sediment зо you'll see with па 
tive еуен 

Why? Why eat, breathe, drink every- 
thing French? So that, given time, Не 
might really begin to understand the 
genius of one man. 

His mouth moved, forming 2 name. 

"George?" His wife loomed over him. 
+1 know what you've been thinking. 1 
‘an read your lips” 

He lay perfectly still, waiting, 

“And?” 

“Picasso,” she said. 

He winced. Someday she would learn 
to pronounce that пате. 

"Please." she said. “Relax. 1 know, 
you heard the rumor this morning, but 


you should sec your eyes your tic i 
back. АШ right, Picasso's here, down the 
coast a few miles away, visiting friends 
in some small fishing town. But you 
must forget it or our vacation's ruined. 

^I wish Га never heard the rumor," 
he said honestly. 

“И only,” she sid, “you liked other 
painter 

Others? Yes, there were others He 
‘could breakfast most congenially on Са 
avaro sill.lifes of autumn pears and 
midnight plums, For lunch: those fire- 
squirting, thickwormed Van Gogh sun- 
flowers, those blooms a blind man might 
read with ome rush of scorched fingers 
down fiery canvas. But the great feast? 
The paintings he saved his palate for? 
“There, filing the horizon, like Neptune 
risen, crowned with limcweed, alabaster, 
coral, paintbrushes clenched like tri 
denis in horn-nailed fists, and with fish 
tail vast enough to fluke summer show: 
ers out over all Gibraltar — who else but 
the creator of Girl Before a Mirror and 
битые 
lice." he said, patiently. “How can 
1 explain? Coming down on the train 1 
thought, Good Lord, йз all Picasso 
country! 

But was it really, he wondered. The 
sky, the land, the people, the flushed 
pink bricks here, scrolled electric blue. 


ILLUSTRATED BY PICASSO 


дондута 


ironwork balconies there, a mandolin 
as a fruit in some man's thousand: 
fingerprinting hands, billboard tatters 
blowing like confetti in night winds — 
how much was Picasso, how much 
George Smith staring round the world 
with wild Picwso eyes? He despaired 
of answering. That old man had dis 
tilled curpentines and linseed ой 
thoroughly through George Smith that 
they shaped his being all Blue Peri 
at twilight, all Rose Period at dawn. 
1 keep thinking,” be said aloud, 
we saved our money..." 
"Well never have 5,000 dollars’ 
“1 know,” he said quietly. "Bur it's 
nice thinking we might bring it off some 
day. Wouldn't it be great to just step 
up to him, say "Pablo, here's 5,000! Give 
ws the sea, the sand, that sky, or any old. 
thing, you want, we'll be happy ++" 
‘Alter a moment, his wife touched his 


White fire showered up where he cut 
the waves 

During the afternoon George Smith 
came out and went into the ocean with 
the vast spilling motions of now warm, 
now cool people who at last, with the 
sun's decline, their bodies all lobster 
colors and colors of broiled squab and 
guinea hen. trudged for their wedding- 
cake hotels. 

The beach lay deserted for endless 
mile on mile, save for two people. One 
жаз George Smith, towel over shoulder, 
‘out for a last devotional 

Far along the shore another, shorter, 
squarecut man walked alone in Ше 
tranquil weather. He was deeply tanned, 
his closeshaven head dyed almost ma- 
hogany by the sun, and his eyes were 
clear and bright as water in his face 

So the shoreline stage was set, and in. 
a dew m 
And once again 
shocks and surprises, arrivals and de- 
Partures. And all the while these two 
solitary strollers did not for a moment 
coincidence, that unswum 
stream which lingers at man’s elbow 
with every crowd in every town. Nor 
did they ponder the fact that if man 
dares dip into that stream he grabs a 
wonder in cach hand. Like most they 
shrugged at such folly, and stayed well 
up the bank lest Fate should shove them 


The stranger stood alone. Glancing 
about, he mw his aloneness, saw the 
waters of the lovely bay, saw the sun 
Sliding down the late colors of the day, 

М then halfturning spied a small 
‘wooden object on the sind. It was no 

ore than the slender stick from a lime 
icecream delicacy long since melted 
away. Smiling, he picked the stick up. 


With another glance around to reinsure 
his solitude, the man stooped again and 
holding the stick gently with light 
sweeps of his hand began to dé the one 
thing in all the world he knew best how 
to do, 

He began to draw incredible figures 
along the sand. 

He sketched one figure and then 
move over and still looking down, com- 
pletely focussed on his work now, drew 
a second and а third figure and after 
that a fourth and a fifth and a sixth... 

George Smith, printing the shoreline 
with his feet, gazed here, gazed there, 
and then saw the man ahead. George 
Smith, drawing nearer, saw that the 
man, deeply tanned, was bending down. 


Nearer yet, and it was obvious what the 
man was up to. George Sinith chuckled, 
OL coune, of coune...slone on the 
beach this man, how old? 65? 707 was 
scribbling and doodling away, How the 
sand flew! How the wild portraits flung 
themselves out there on the shore! 
How. 

George Smith wok one more step 
and stopped, very still. 

"The stranger was drawing and draw- 
ing and did not seem to sense that any- 
‘one stood immediately behind him and 
the world of his drawings in the sand. 
By now he was so deeply enchanted 
with his solitudinous creation that 
Феро», set off in the bay, m 

(concluded on page 71) 


30 


HUSTLER 


Louisville Fats must have weighed 
300 pounds His face seemed to be 
bloated around the eyes like the face 
ol an Eskimo, so that he was always 
squinting, His arms, hanging from the 
short sleeves of his white silk shirt, were 
pink and dough-like. Sam noticed his 
bands: they were soft looking, white and 
delicate. He wore three rings, one with 
а diamond. He had on dark green, wide 
suspenders, 

When Barney introduced) him, Fats 
said. "How are you, George?" but didn't 
offer his hand. Sam noticed that his 
eyes, almost buried beneath the face, 
seemed to shift from side to side, so that 
he semed not really to be looking at 
anything. 

‘I'm fine,” Sam suid. Then, alter a 
pause, “Eve heard а lot about you.” 

"1 got a reputation?” Fats’ voice was 
fiat, disinterested. "Then 1 must be 
pretty good maybe? 

^L suppose so." Sam said, trying to 
watch the eyes 

"You a good pool player, George?" 
"The eyes flickered, scanning Sam's face 

“Fair. 1 like playing. Straight pool.” 

'Oh.* Fats grinned. abruptly. coldly 
“That's my game too, George.” He 
slapped Barney on the back. The boy 
pulled away, slightly, from him. “You 
pick good, Barney. He plays my game. 
You can finger for me, sometime, if you 
want” 

“Sure,” Barney said. He looked ner- 

"One thing” Fats was still grinning- 
“You play for money, George? 1 mean, 
you gamble? 

"When the bets right" 

“What you think is a right bet. 
George?" 

50 dollars" 

Fats grinned even more broadly; but 
his eyes still kept shifting. "Now that’s 
lose, George,” he said. "You play for a 
hundred and we play a few." 

Fair enough,” Sam said, as calmly as 
he could. 

"Let's go upstairs, Is quieter.” 

< ТИ take my boy if you don't 
mind. He can rack the balls” 

Fats looked ar Barney. "You level 
with that rack, Barney? I mean, you 
Tack the balls tight for Fats?" 

Sure,” Barney said, "I wouldn't try 
to cross you up.” 

‘You know better than that, Barney. 
ок. 

"hey walked up the back stairs to 
the third floor. There was a small, bare- 
walled room, well lighted, with chairs 
lined up against the walls, The chairs 
were high ones the type wed for 
‘watching pool games. There was no one 
else in the room. 

They uncovered the table, and Bar- 


(continued [rom poge 18) 


ney racked the balls. Sarm lost the toss 
and broke, making it safe, but not too 
safe. He undershot, purposely, and left 
the cue ball almost a foot away from 
the end тай. 

They played around, shooting sue, 
for a while. Then Fats pulled a hard 
one off the edge of the rack, ran 35, 
and played him safe. Sam jockeyed 
with him, figuring to lose for a while, 
only wanting the money to hold out 
untl he had the table down pat, until 
he had the other man’s game figured, 
until he was ready to raise the bet. 

He lost three in à row before he won 
от. Не wasn't playing his best games 
but that meant little, since Fats was 
probably pulling his punches too. try- 
ing to Whe hiin for as much as possible. 
Alter he won his first game he let hir 
self go a lile and made а few tricky 
ones. Once he knifed a ball chin into 
the side pocket and went two cushions 
for a break up; but Fats didn't even 
seers to notice. 

Neither of them tried to run more 
than 40 at a turn. lt would have looked 
ike a game between ошу fair players, 
‘except that neither of them missed very 
often. In a tight spot they didn’t пу 
anything fancy, just shot a safe and let 
the other man figure it out. Sam played 
sale on some shots that he was sure he 


yet They laying 
and, a a vhi Som чан 
more often. 

Alter about three hours he was five 
games ahead, and shooting beter all the 
time. Then, when he won still another 
game, Sara said, “You're losing money, 
Fats Maybe we should quit” He looked 
at Barney and winked. Barney gave him 
а риздед, worried look. 

“Quit? You think we should quit” 
Fats took a big silk handkerchief from 
his side pocket and wiped his face 
“How much money you won, George?” 
he said. 

"That last makes 600." He felt, sud. 
denty. a ше tense, I was coming, The 
big push 

"Suppose we play for 600, George.” 
He put ше handkerchicl back in his 
pocket. "Then we sce who quits” 

“Fine.” He felt really nervous now, 
bat he knew he would get over it. Мег. 
vousness didn’t count. At 600 a game 
he would be in clover and in San Fran- 
«коз in two days. If he didn't lose. 

Barney racked the balls and Sam 
broke, He took the break slowly, putting 
о use his practice of three days, and his 
experience of 27 years. The balls broke 
perfectly, reracking the original triangle, 
and the cue ball skidded to a stop right 
on the end cushion. 


"You shoot pretty good,” Fats sid, 


at the safe table that Sam had 
left him. But he played safe, barely tip- 
ping the cue ball off one of the balls 
down at the foot of the table and re- 
turning back to the end тай. 

Sam tried to return the sale by те. 
peating the same thing: but the cue ball 
‘aught the object ball too thick and he 
brought out a shot, a long one, for 
Fats, Fats stepped up, shot the ball in, 
played position, and ran out the rest of 
the rack, Then he ran out another rack 
and Sun sat down to watch; there was 
nothing he could do now. Fats ran 
78 points and then, seeing a difficult 
shot. played him safe. 

He had been alta 
like that might happen. He tried to 
fight his way out of the game, but 
couldn't seem to get imo the clear Jong 
‘enough for a good run. Fats bent him. 
badly — 125 10 30— and he had to give 
back the 600 dollars from his pocket. 
и hurt 

What hurt even worse was that he 
Anew he had less than 600 left of his 
ока money. 

“Мон we sce who quits” Fats stuffed 
the money in his hip pocket, “You 
want to play for another 6007" 

“I'm still holding my stick,” Sam suid. 
He tried not to think about that “army 
of hoods” that Barney had told him 
about. 

He stepped up to the table and broke. 
His hand shook a little; but the break 
was а perfect one. 

In the middle of the game Fats missed 
an casy shot, leaving Sam a dead setup. 
Sam ran 33 and out, He won. It was 
as easy as that. He was 600 ahead again, 
and feeling: beter. 

hen something unlucky happened. 
Downstairs they must have dosed up 
because six men came up during the 
next game and sat around the table, 
Five of them Sam had never seen, but 
‘one of them was Henry Keller, Henry 
was drunk now, evidently, and he didn't 
seem to be paying much attention to 
what was going on; but Sam didn't like 
it, Me didn't like Keller, and he didn’t 
like having а man who knew who he 
was around him. ft was too much like 
that other time, That time in Richmond 
when Bernie James had come after Ми 
with a bottle: That fight had cost him. 
six years, He didnt like it, lt was 
geuing time to wind things up here, 
time to be cutting out. If he could win 
two more games quick, he would have 
enough to set him up hustling on the 
West Спам. And оп Ше West Coast 
there weren't amy Henry Kellers who 
knew that Big Sam Willis was once the 
best straight pool shot in the game, 

After Som had won the game by a 
dose score Fats looked at his fingernails 
and said, “George, you're a hustler. You 

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that something 


the sandwich is a 


noble meal in casual attire 


MAGNIFICENT 
MUNCHING 


ан кун. THAT мам ро doesn't neces 
sarily live after them. 

Consider John Montagu. He was the 
18th Century English nc'erdowell who 
kept both his wife and mistress at the 
itish Admiralty, sired four illegitimate 
children by his mistress before she was 
‘murdered, brought one of his closest 
friends to trial on phony charges and 
Jed the British navy to its lowest depths 
of ineliciency and corruption. An ар. 
palling record, and yet people every- 
where have forgouen his unsavory side 
and are quite willing to remember only 
two things: (1) on August 6, 1762, 
about 5:00 o'clock in dhe morning, at a 
busy gaming table, he ordered а piece 
of roast beef between two slices of 
bread; and (2) his tide was the fourth 
Earl of Sandwich, 

As а matter of plain, umvarnished 
fact, however, and despite the 30 mil 
lion Americans who daily celebrate his 
name by devouring hamburgers, hot 
dogs, double deckers, triple deckers, and 
other bread surrounded goodies infinite 
in variety, Sandwich didn't invent the 
sandwich at all. The Romans did, a few 
thousand years before the odious Earl, 
only they called their creation offula, 
meaning (freely translated) а snack. 

А snack it still is, but a noble one, 
то to be snubbed because of is casual 
attire, The common practice of treating 
the sandwich as a borderline food, а 
hurry-up half meal to be towed off be 
tween poker deals or during a ten-min- 
ute coffee break, is one of the most un- 


BY THOMAS MARIO 


Playboy's food & drink editor 


PLAYBOY 


за 


civilized. habits of modern civilization. 
Any man who voluntarily eats the soggy 
amalgam of celery, mayonnaise and 
fanned tunafish that he finds at most 
Tunch counters is not engaged in the art 
of cating. He's catcring to his bodily 
needs just as he does in taking milk of 
magnesia or in showering, Like the son- 
net or the stolen kiss, a sandwich may 
be short, but it should never be merely 
mechanical. 

А fine sandwich is the kind of untir 
ing pleasure that's both familiar and 
startling. You can plan on a hot roast 
beef sandwich and know pretty well 
what to expect. And yet if it's а superb 
sandwich, it's not merely a slab of meat 
апа bread and brown sauce. It's a thin 
slice of rosy rare meat cut from the 
small end of roast prime ribs of beef. 
tenderly laid on firm bread and then 
blanketed with natural pan gravy, as 
hot and brown as the charred rib bones 
themselves, "The gravy Rows over the 
meat and laps and seeps into every pore 
of the bread. Another time you may see 
fried oyster sandwich on the шети. 
"There's nothing original about it at all. 
And yet when you eat the first plump 
oyster, solt and tangy inside, breaded 
and brown outside, bathed in thick cat 
sup, and you reach for the beaded glass 
of cold beer, you feel that you're actu- 
ally making a dazzling gastronomic dis 
covery. Or think of a gargantuan kosher 
corned beef sandwich on rye with half- 
sour dill pickles; or а thick club sand- 
wich with tender white chicken, hickory 
smoked bacon and sliced tomatoes. 
‘These are old flames that licker anew 
each time we meet them. 

Amateur chefs are, of course, privi 
leged to bust completely loose when 
they go into the art of sandwich build- 
ing. The 172 sandwiches served in Oskar 
Davidsen’s restaurant in Copenhagen 
are only a modest fraction of the num- 
ber of inventions and variants anybody 
tan create when he moves toward the 
vicinity of the bread box and the rerig 
erator. Are there some tiny whitebait to 
be fried and a jar of ice cold tartar 
sauce? Have you found some eggs that 
might be scrambled, light and fully, and 
а small can of anchovies glistening in 
oil? Will the carcas of the cold roast 
goose left over from New Years yield 
five or six succulent slices from the 
breast? Did you discover the cold roast 
pork loin and some biting hot chow- 
chow? What about the ripe Gouda 
cheese and the crusty round loaf of 
Italian bread? All of these and other 
foods can be used individually or in fan- 
tastically endless combinations to make 
sandwiches — open faced, closed, squares, 
triangles, rectangles rolls or ribbons. 

The standard sandwich formula is 
bread, butter and a filler. In choosing 
these ‘three ingredients the sandwich 
man, like the salad-maker, must be a 


monomaniac in the matter of using only 
the finest viands obtainable. The butter 
must be the best 93 score to be had, pret 
erably sweet butter. И prepared meat 
like fresh ham or corned beef is used, 
it must be tender, moist and out of the 
pot only a few hours. If it’s seafood. it 
must have the salty fragrance of the sea 
itself still clinging to it The kind of 
bread a sandwich chef selects shows, рег. 
haps more than anything else, his skill 
and authority. That Americans continue. 
to cat packaged soft sliced white bread is 
certainly the very worst blot on Ameri- 
can eating habits This rubbery rubbish 
feels and tastes exactly like the waxed 
paper Из wrapped im. It bends and 
ops like an old rag doll. When you 
chew it, it instantly tums to dough. ICs 
‘enriched and vitaminized to make up for 
the natural richness and. vitamins that 
were destroyed when the four was 
bleached white. It's completely, utterly 
revolting. р 

The immense growth in recent years 
of the sale of French bread and Italian 
bread, the large use of sour rye rather 
than sweet тус, and the reappearance 
of the firm old-fashioned white bread 
[patterned after the type of bread women 
formerly baked in their homes—these 
are all good omens for bread and sand- 
wich eating. 

If you're expecting a minor mob at 
your apartment, and you plan to serve 
cold sandwiches, you should р 
them before the arrival of the frst pla- 
toon. A sandwich may be eaten quickly, 
but sandwiches in quantity take con- 
siderable time for preparation. When 
making а large number of sandwiches, 
be sure your work surface is cleared ol 
ЭП extraneous objects Arrange the 
bread in parallel slices for quick spread- 
ing and placing of meats Once they're 
assembled, cut the sandwiches and place 
them on a large platter. Cover all tightly 
with waxed paper or a clean towel 
dipped in cold water and then wrung dry. 
"This will keep the sandwiches fresh and. 
moist and will prevent the bread from 
curling. Prepared sandwiches should be 
stashed away in the refrigerator until 
serving time. 

When buying cooked sliced meats 
such as tongue, ham or corned beef, ask 
the clerk to slice the meats very thin. 
The No. 2 thickness on the slicing ma- 
chine is a good size. Six thin slices 
of tongue are always more palatable in 
a sandwich than three thick slices. Hot 
‘meat for sandwiches such as roast beet 
ог steak should naturally be much 
thicker, Any cold meat or poultry that 
is diced beforehand should be tightly 
wrapped and kept in the refrigerator so 
that it won't lose its flavor and moisture. 

Salad filings for sandwiches like 
chicken salad or lobster salad should be 
made up an hour or two before they 


are placed in the sandwich. If they are 
100 liquid, the bread will become soggy 
Throw off excess liquid, if necessary, or 
add more chopped solid food if availa- 
ble. 

‘Butter for sandwiches should be kept 
at room temperature until it is solt 
enough to spread, bur should not be 
melting. Or, it may be creamed with 
heavy Knife or spatula in a bowl 
is sufficiently plastic to spread 
ripping the bread. Spread butter evenly, 
without peaks or valleys, to the very 
end of the crust. 

‘When you cut sandwiches, use a heavy, 
razorsharp French knife, or the cutting 
will be ragged. The crust of square 
white bread may be cut off, or the bread 
may be left untrimmed. Naturally 
а really prize loaf of bread, the crust is 
irresistibly good, and should be left on. 
"The crust of гус bread is never cut off 

Don't be ashamed to be a fusspot 
when presenting your sandwiches. If 
you're cutting the sandwiches into uri 
angles, rectangles or squares, place the 
‘cut side outward on the serving plate, 
Be sure no filling hangs from the edge 
of the sandwich. АШ cut sandwiches 
should be placed inside the border of 
the plate. 

Don’t stint on the garnishes with your 
sandwiches. И you're serving plain black 
or green olives, buy the biggest size 
available, and be sure they're icy cold 
when served. Small odd garnishes like 
tiny pickled green tomatoes or olives 
stuffed. with anchovies or spiced honey 
dew melon rind are nice epicurean con. 
cci. For meat sandwiches you should 
offer the usual prepared mustard like 
Gulden's or French's as well as a hot 
specimen like English mustard made 
from Coleman's dry mustard or Bah: 
mian mustard or the delightful “Mister 
Mustard." Be sure the inside of the neck 
of the mustard jar as well as the outside 
are wiped clean with a paper towel or 
napkin. 

АШ the sandwich recipes coming up 
are designed for a hungry wolf and woll- 
ess with winter appetites: 


SUB SANDWICH A LA PLAYBOY 


Nobody can dispute the fact that in 
recent years the submarine sandwich — 
Known in some localities as the sub, the 
hero, the hoagy. the torpedo or the poor 
boy — now occupies the very top branch. 
of the sandwich tree. All of the sliced 
ingredients below should be cut as thin. 
as humanly possible. 

1 medium size sliced tomato 

1 sliced hard-boiled egg 

2 ounces sliced Genoa salami 

2 ounces sliced Provolone cheese 

2 ounces sliced smoked ham 

В slices cucumber 

4 slices Spanish onion 

(continued on page 69) 


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The ien brecking ta cur left wil 
soon get under woy thanks to а new 
peoked-lopel dinner jacket with sotin 
©з added as conversational gom- 
bits; the commerbund and Не are in 
heart-warming tortan stripes. All pert 
of the "After Six" line by Rudofker. 
The shirt by Lew Мадгот the shoes 
by Johnston and Murphy. Right: werm 
welcome for а сопел Indio madros 
jacket ln o now woave ond © new 
сайти! with an overweave of 
block. Souther hospitality owured, 
co, for new light-on-the- 

moccasins, The joc 


altire 
BY BLAKE RUTHERFORD 


knowledgeable guys who 
crawled into dinner jackets or 
tailcoats did so with the realiza- 
tion that all that uniform black 
“and whiteness might strip them of 
their individuality. Hell, who 
bat Richard E. Byrd ean tell one. 
penguin from another? This sea 
son, a gent сап be as colorful as 
а matador, but we hope he won't. 
While the photostatic approach 

is entirely correct for the night 
beat, its still а big drag in the 
ча ие. Putting your dough on 
a sure thing can be about as 
cheering as getting back twoand. 
quarter on а two buck bet at 
Hialeah. In the cold light of day, 
2 man can call up a wide choice 
of duds to show what a really rare 
sort he is: tweeds for the rough- 
exterior heartofgold type: gray 
flannel for the bleeding poet hob- 
bled by cor blue wor. 
Med or a quiet sharkskin to sug 
gest an unpadded shoulder to 
lean on. But once the curfew tolls 
and leaves the world to supper- 
clubbing, the basic insecurities 


the hot news, the cold facts 
FORMAL FASHIONS NORTH AND SOUTH 


The guy nuzsling the girl 
all the credit lo his Bengali 
fallen madras dinner jacket in 
eye-arresting red, block ond 
white plaid; feother-weight 
Coot ond trousers are by Palm 
Beach. Below: cold shoulder 
about io be overcome by worm 


Yelvel-collored, single-breasted 
Chesterfield by Duncan Reed, 
Ud. The block fell hot is by 
Knox; muffler by Halton-Cose. 


wind slowly o'er the psyche. Playing it 
sale, lad, does nothing more than reveal 
а tattersall cummerbund is enough to 
establish you 

ity. It won't, but at least it 


your doubts. And don't get the ide 


n integrated personal 


haven't come to the party just to watch 

the young folks slop up Martinis. 
Choosing a dinner jacket sho 

carefully taken мер. Many influences 


are evident: some good, some lousy, some 


mot worth a second look. Authorities 


whose knowledge of the Talian penin 
sula was formerly limited to а pizza on 
Saturday night have suddenly discovered 
Rome and the Riviera; consequently all 
fashion becomes Hal stu 
rally, this 

Italy's gifts to the world from Leonardo 


n inspired. 
uence can't be denied. 


to Loren are many, but more Yanks will 
dress in the pattern of Princeton than 
ever heard of the Pincio. 

Color is big news south of Mason- 
Dixon. It has to be seen to be believed 


and it has to be handled discriminately 
The blatant pinks, blinding golds and 
hysterical reds are to be avoided except 
in very small portions, In larger deses 
we prefer quieter colors, or brighter ones 
filtered down with black for dinner ja 


ets. Trousers remain slender black haus 


оп which to build flights of fancier col- 
ars. Gummerbands and ties can flaunt 
convention with happier results: the In- 

madras ones look particularly good: 

prints and regimental stripes, 
while not revolutionary, show s knowing 
сус. For the man who is a rube in the 
world of color, it’s wise to confine the 
bright hues to small areas. Then, if he 


matic, Не can graduate to a colored din- 

ner jacket 
Up North the news is more subie 
Like a lot of changes in men's clothing, 
they are the kind that take a Sherlock 
Holmes to notice: the flapping of з 
pocket, the сыбар of a sleeve or the 
peaking of a lapel. Satin ing is 
(concluded on page 76) 


Chilly climes сой far моб ве. но! nylon-tricot 
shirt by Hotton-Cose, pater! leciher pumps 
by Johnston ond Murphy; Felt hat by Knox: 
houndstooth cummerbund ond tie by Royal 
Bastic; evening weich by Lucien Picard; 
wallet by Sulko; money dip by Вену 
Moustache men's cologne by Marcel Rochas. 


Tropic accompaniments: polko dot Ни by Arrow; signal 
flog commerbund and tie by Royal Elastic; show sailor by 
Knox; colf slip-on shoes by British Walkers; side by 
DiBarry;silk wallet by Sulko; Tang cologne by Ноноп-Созе. 


jazz 
BY RICHARD GEHMAN and 
ROBERT GEORGE REISNER 


WHEN CHARLIE PARKER was blowing, the 
‘music spilled and tumbled out of him 
— abstract, brush-stroked joys and hates 
translated by some mysterious process 
into the mathematical sense of tangible, 
recordable sound. His phrases always 
came in a bewildering succession, con- 
founding sometimes even his friend 
Diny, who had the wit and taste to 
write some of them down i ely, 
lest they be lost, as many of Bix’s were: 
and they came in such fertility and 
profusion that even first-class musicians, 
invited to sit in where he was blowing. 
refused to spring the clips of their eases 
or sat paralyzed into silence. "Who 
Wants to go up against this cat?" they 
said, 

One night, before anybody realized 
exactly what Charlie Parker was, tenor 
man Ben Webster wandered into Min- 
ton's, a musicians hangout up in Нах. 
lem, and heard him blowing tenor. 
Webster did not know that alto was his 
real instrument; he rushed up, grabbed 
the tenor away, protesting, "That horn. 
ain't supposed to sound like that!" But 
he was profoundly disturbed, and Billy 


he gave his name to birdland and his heart to bop 


PLAYBOY 


Eckstine later told of how Ben went on 
to other joints telling about the cat he'd 
heard wailing in Minton's That was 
the way he affected many old-timers: he 
stirred them up. Some of them were so. 
shocked and puzzled they could only re- 
treat into anger: Louis, with the dignity 
ol a deposed monarh, tried and will 
tries to ridicule the pretender. Eddie 
Condon compared the whole bop school 
to the noises waiters make when they 
drop plates, Even the great Goodman 
sensed that he could mot beat them; 
he therefore tried joining them for a 
while, and then went back to molesting 
the fish on his Connecticut property. 
Meanwhile Bird went on wailing, be- 
coming as he wailed the prince and 
prophet of what for a time was called 
Бор but is now called simply jazz (ex 
rept, of course, by the likes of Eddie 
and Lo 

Some say he was a martyr to the 
music. Some say that the people who 
heard him, and grasped something of 
what he was trying to do, were the only 
ones who were satisfied, that he himself 
never was; and some say he died be- 
cause he never could hit what he saw, 
soaring far out of his reach, in the 
sights of that blindly instinctive yet ap- 
pallingly sophisticated talent. Nonsense. 
He bad the security of the genuine 
artist, and when he was at his best he 
knew nobody could touch him. He was 
а perfectionist. But he did not die be- 
«cause of some hand-wringing desire to 
do what was beyond him. He died be- 
саше he had been engaged since his 
early teens in a methodical yet fantastic 
process of selfextermination, as unwit- 
ting yet as artfully conceived as any 
solo he ever played through the mari- 
juana clouds of an afterhours sesion. 
He made a fakirs bed of his vices ard 
hurled himself upon it night after night. 
until finally the sum of the myriad 
wounds infected him and did him in. 

When he did die, innumerable name- 
less people went around chalking Bird 
Lives on walls and subway kiosks in 
New York. “Bird” came from “Yard 
bird,” which was what he was called 
until his fame — if. not his virtuosity — 
made the shorter nickname imperative. 
Опе of his friends found a line from 
John Keats: "Thou wast not born for 
death, immortal Bird!” Some of the hi 
мету took a wry, ironic satisfaction. in 
quoting it after it was learned that 
Bird's body had been lying unclaimed 
їп a city morgue for at least two days. 
Others taped his solos off records and 
strung them together so that they could 
listen to Bird unmenaced by the ideas 
of others for an hour at a time, Thus 
the legend began . . . but it had been 
the making long before he died the 
ıt of March 12, 1955. 
Bird was quite a man. When he was 


deep in debt and someone gave him 
z job that paid well, he sometimes 
threw the money away on a party for 
his friends. He was always in need of 
money: he always borrowed and never 


in and opium, 
varying periods from the time he was 
about 14, but he would stoutly deny that 
addiction had ever improved his or any- 
body else's playing. Half the time, when 
someone offered him a job, he would 
have to borrow money to get his horn 
ом of the hockibop (he hocked every 
thing: once a friendly manager warted 
buying him a Cadillac on the in- 
sallment plan: two weeks later, Bird 
hocked it). He was continually starting 
life anew: resting, cating good nourish 
ing food, getting plenty of steep — and 
then, in an instant, throwing up the 
‘whole thing to return to his pattern of 
personal destruction. More than that, 
he was one of those people whose every 
word. gesture or act somehow becomes 
anecdotal. He was a character capable 
of sharp satire, effervescent wit and curi 
ous idiosynerasy. As S. N. Behrman once 
said of Oscar Levant, "If he wasn’t 
real. you couldn't imagine him.” 

‘At the mention of his name, people 
will sit and tell Bird stories by the hour. 
They tell, for example, of his fondness 
ior queer costumes. He loved to dress 
up. One night he would arrive for = 
job in Bermuda shorts and knee socks: 
the next night he would come in wear 
ing overalls, canvas galluses and a straw 
hat. He once wore 3 cowboy costume 
o Birdland, the jazz club named after 
him becaucs it was dedicated to his 
kind of music. Another time he hired a 
hore at a Central Park riding academy, 
cantered downtown to Charlie's Tavern, 
a musicians. gathering place, and tried 
to ride inside. 

Despite his own liking for eccentric 
dress, Bird disapproved of the berets, 
goatces and thick-rimmed glasses that 
Dizzy and other bopsters wore. He said 
й was part of an effort to commercialize 
the music. Yet he himself could be as 
commercial as а tightfisted agent. For 
a time he was playing in Sunday night 
jam sessions at “The Open Door, a 
Greenwich Village spot оп West Third 
Street, a few doors down from Eddie 
Condon's "Bird was terrible about 
money.” the pmmoter of those sessions 
recalls. "He always thought he was be- 
ing cheated. One night Г was counti 
the receipts and paying him off and he 
was yelling "You son of a bitch. you 
lousy nogood bastard.” etc. etc, and 
just then some woman patron came into 
the office by accident. Bird changed in 
stantly. He became courtly. "И you will 
excuse us’ he said, "we are conducting 


a lile buses. ГИ be with you in 
a moment.’ he said. I Ripped . 

At times his moneymaking schemes 
struck friends as diabolical. He hired 
two hillbilly musicians to sing during 
intermisions at The Open Door. Their 
voices would have made Elvis Presley's 
sound almost bearable, The manager 
protested that they were driving cus 
tomers away. 

"Thats the idea, man," Bird зай 
“We're full up now. Those guys w 
drive out some of the customers and 
let some new spenders 

Duke Ellington once offered to take 


ton’s other musicians were getting. 
work for you, Bird, il you paid me th 
kind of money,” Ellington sai 

Yet there were times when thoughts 
‘of money or remuneration of any kind 
were far from his mind. He was capable 
of-making magnificent gestores to help 
others, Alan Morrison, the jazz critic, 
recalls a time һе went to sce Bird та 
run down hotel to ask him to pl 
benefit for an interracial veterans’ 
ganization, “Bird was wild to do i 
Morrison says, "and looking forward to. 
playing with Dizzy. Hud Powell and Max 
Roach. Bot while 1 was telling him 
about the benefit. the sweat was rum 
ой him. His temperatüre was well over 
100 degrees. The man had pneumonia.” 
Still, he was determined to make the gig. 
“TI go, ГИ go— take me in an ambu 
lance.” he pleaded. 

Morrison finally persuaded him по 
stay in bed. When he left, Bird was sil 
protesting that he would ко. 

Music was everything to him. He was 
as much at home in a concert hall as 
he was in а Harlem cellar hearing a fat 
woman wail about what her man Най 
done to her. Jimny Raney, the guitar 
ist, recalls how he and Bird would sit 
for hours listening to Bartok records 
and sipping gin. Bird revered the mod- 
ern classical composers, but when he 
spoke of highbrow music he used the 
vernacular of his own kind. “That Hei- 
few.” he said, "that cat really screams." 
Another time, describing the string ес. 
tion which he wed on an LP me 
onl made for Norman Granz, he said, 
“They're mostly cats ofl Koussevitzky’s 
band.” 

When Bird was feeling good, he had 
a powerfully magnetic charm. He was 
suave, urbane, warm and mannerly: 
sometimes, to delight his friends, he 
would affect an Erglish accent. An a 
master of ceremonies, he could be witty, 
Introducing a mediocre pick-up band 
hired to play during his breaks, he 
would say. “And now, at tremendous 
expense, the management brings you 
22 And the management would beam, 

(continued on page 16) 


BIRTHDAY GIRL 


june blair celebrates by becoming a playmate 


AMENE AKE MANY WAYS ONE 
may signalize a birthday, but 
most of the time tested cake- 
and-candle capers are singu- 
larly dull Blair, an 
aspiring actress who made 
her first entrance 25 years 
ago, decided to mark the an- 
ni of her natal day by 
ing to a costume rem 
of her birthday suit 
ing PLAvDOY's Miss 


and bec 
January. Her Playmate pose, 
accordingly, was photo- 
graphed оп the birthday 
Of this fivefootfive, flame: 
tressed, smouldering-eyed 
young lynx. One of the wiser 
moves of her 24 years, think 
we, since a certain amount 
of fame and fortune seem to. 
accrue to the young beauties 
thus posed in mWAvmoy。 It 
may be remembered that 
Jayne Mansfield received the 
под, first {rom Hollywood 
and then Broadway, follow 
ing her appearance as Play 
mate of the Mont. We 
wish June real Jaynetype 
luck in her theatrical career. 
We also га happy 
birthday. 


The skies wore threatening 
сп June's birthday: a news- 
poper helped keop her dry. 


jS JANUARY PLAYBOY'S PLAYMATE OF THE MONTH 


MISS JANUARY PLAYBOY'S PLAYMATE OF THE MONTH. 


The PLAYBOY photographer fist posed June agcirst an Oriental motif. Here, she regords 
him quizzielly, os # Yo soy, "Do you really think I'm the type?” He rejected the notion. 


A languorous odolisque on a diven seemed с more cppropriote personality for June. Be- 
tween takes, she tucked her legs under her, smoked and silently surveyed the photog. 


i 
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PLAYBOY'S PARTY JOKES 


One by one, the vice presidents of a 
lange corporation were eled into the 
tows of Them the Junior exceutives 
were individually summoned. Finally the 
Tice boy wan brought in. 

"T want the truth. Charles” the base 
bellowed. "Have you been playing 
around with my secretary?” 


'N no, sir,” the овес boy stammered, 
I'd never do anything like that, зи 
АШ right, all right,” said the bass, 


"then you fire her. 


The agir should find some 
tele ti RE edge de ph 
hes not as good as he once was, hes as 
good once ss he once was 


ЧА man is responsible for the good 
name of his fmih said the ledwrer 
grandly. "Is there a man among us who 
Would let his wife be slandered and not 
Tie to her deese?" 

‘One meck lile fellow in the back of 
ihe room чоой up. 

‘What’ this?” exclaimed the speaker 
"Yos, sir-would you permit your wile 
ve be slandered and not proce? 

"Oh." apologized the Hale fellow. re 
suming ВВ eat, "I thought you mud 
HER 


The four men at the card table were 
being bothered by an irritating Kibitzer: 
When the troublesome talker stepped 
into the nest room to mix а drink, one. 
ol the players suggested. "This next 
hand let's make up a game nobody ever 
heard o he won t know what the hel 


shut. 
him up. 

When the kibitzer returned, the dealer 
tore the top two cards in hall and gave 


them fo the man оп his right: he tore 
the comers off the next three cards and 
placed them before the next player, face 


тр: he tore the next five cards in quar 
ters gave fifteen pieces to the third man, 
cur to himself and put the last piece in 
he center of the table. 
Looking intently at four small pieces 
of card in his hand, the dealer said, "1 
hase a mingle, so 1 think ГИ bet a 
dollar.” 

"The second man stared at the paste 
boards scattered. before him. “Г have a 
snarl,” he announced, "so ТЇЇ raise you 
a dollar.” 

The third man folded without betting 
and the fourth, after due deliberation, 
said, “Ive a farfle, so ГИ just raise you 
two dollar" 

The kibiuer shook his head slowly 
from side to side, “You're crazy.” he 
sid, “you're never going по beat а 
mingle and a snazzle with a lousy farfle." 


We know a modem Cinderella who, at. 
the stroke of midnight, turns into a 
motel 


мау to cur off a cats tail is to repossess 
his Jaguar. 


The king was waving to his loyal sub- 
cts [rom the мер of the palace when 
he sponte a gear in the crowd who 
looked, beneath: © А 2 rags, i 
ingly like his royal self. He had a puar 
ing the beggar to him amd the crowd 

m likewise struck by the remarkable 
„ "The ling was amused, for 
he мор before him lad 


‘ll me, my good Fellow.” said the 

king, smiling, "was your mother perhaps 
ant in the royal palace? 

"No, your highness," said the beggar, 

"but my father was” 


Heard any коой ones lately? Send your 
favorites o Pity Jokes Editor, лут. 
BEE Oh SL. Chicago Ih Ше and 
ти en u foe dell [or rk fote 
sed. Tn бр pryment poe 
Pope ecc. Jokes cmo be returned. 


“Please excuse те. I promised George Kennedy 
Га kiss him at midnight. 


45 


PLAYBOY 


BIRD (continued from page 35) 


unaware of his ridicule, Other times, 
when the cats in the audience became 
vociferous, whistling and shrieking, Bird 
‘would мер to the microphone and ка 
“Just а mild round of applause will 
эйе...” 

But at other times he could change 
his mood as rapidly as the keys changed 
in his solos; he could be rude, crude 
and cruel, even toward musicians, whom 
he respected above all others. Willie 
Jones, when he was a beginner on the 
‘drums, once showed up for a job where 

ird was working and calling the tunes. 
Willie hoped Ше frst would пос be too 
fast; he had not yet perfected his ability 
to make the up-tempos he now makes 
with eae. Perverscly, Bird called for 
Fifty-Second Street Theme, а very (ам. 
tune. Willie sculled through, playing on. 
instinct, afraid to stop. At the end he 
said to Bird that he was sorry he 
Jud dragged. Bird said, sarcastically, "1 
called that one to help you.” 

Bird's range of behavior with women 
encompassed both aspects of his nature. 
The saxophone was never instrument 
enough for the outpouring of his feel 
inge He went with wealthy, titled 
women (died in the apartment of one, 
in fac) and he went with twobit 
tramps. Parker was the wonder of his 
friends, some of whom he occasionally 
would call in to witness or photograph 
his actions. He was not merely а satyr: 
he may have had the most advanced case 
of satyriasis ever known, and this is a 
rarity in a person addicted to drugs 

“Bird had to have two or three 
{women} at a time,” a friend recalls. 
“And he never gave them any rest. All 
night long he would take one, then the 
other, then the fist ome again, and 
sometimes he would go out looking for 
a third and a fourth, He didn't have to 
ook far; women of all kinds went look- 
ing for him . . . One followed him from 
sate to state, One of the bestknown 
singers in the business never got enough 
of him. She would drop everybody che 
to go with him.” 

Curiously enough, in the waning years 
he was a one-woman man. Не was mar- 
ried four times, perhaps even five. No 
one knows much about the first two 
marriages, except that the second did 
not last long and the first produced a 
son, Leon, who was in the Amy when 
Bird passed on. The third marriage was 
to a former hatcheck girl named Doris 
Snyder. His fourth (ог fifth) wile was 
Chan Richardson, a beautiful girl who. 
bore him two children, Baird, a boy, 
and a daughter named Pree. The little 
kirl died of pneumonia when she was 
three and some say that Bird returned 
to dope after her death. He was incon- 
solable for months. The little boy. now 
living with his mother in New Hope, 


Peon the image of his father. 

Bird left Chan from time to time, but 
always went back and attempted to be- 
come a normal family man. "She was 
the only woman who ever really meant 
anything to him,” an acquaintance says 
"except for his mother.” Another sug- 
gests that Chan may well have been the 
motherimage he was seeking all his 
life; she was always pat 
derstanding, always willing to take him 
back. 

But restlessness still held him when he 
was trying his hardest to be a husband 
and father. Usually, when he could no 
longer hold out against 
junk. One pop, and the genius became 
a wild man, He called Ше habit “the 
rage." and when rational ‚would talk 
Icy against it, but he could not seem 
to talk himself out of falling victim to 
it. He would call the pushers "the low 
ем scum," but when the rage was on 
him, he would give them whatever he 
had in his pocket whether it was eight 
or eight hundred dollars. 

Bird's mind was зо keen, one friend 
says, that everything he did, he did in 
a new way even taking dope. "He 
vas highly inventive about drugs.” this 
man says. "He would sniff little pellets 
through 2 straw into his nostrils, or if 
he didn't have а straw he would use а 
crisp dollar bill, rolled up.” To some 

who knew Bird well, it was 
amazing that he managed to retain a 
shred of sanity and conscience while 
under the influence, but he did. 

Bird was hooked, be said himself, at 
14. Some older musicians gave it to him 
in a washroom in Kansas City, solemnly 
assuring him that it would improve his 
playing, All it improved was the road 
he traveled toward his doom — but 
when he found that out, it was too Ве. 
Yet something enabled him to over- 
power the junk — for periods — and this 
Something was what made his friends 
forgive his derelictions. 

Опе friend suid of him, "You had to 
forgive Bird everything, even the things 
he did to himself, simply because he 
Drought so much beauty into the world.” 

Bird seemed to have found the new 
music the way a poet stumbles upon his 
inner gifts In the late Thirties and 
carly Forties Dizzy Gillespie, Theoloni- 
ous Monk and Kenny (Klook) Clarke, 
tired of the traditional sounds and ideas, 
began writing down some experimental 
things largely —at first~for the pur- 
pose of keeping the squares out of the 
sosions at Minton's, which some day 
may be marked by a brass plaque as the 
birthplace of bop. The boys were саг. 
ried away by what they were doing, and 
began to experiment more and more. 
Others fell into the new line: Charlie 
Christian, a small, bespectacled guitar- 


ist out of Oklahoma who had been with 
Goodman in the latter's small groups; 
Lester Young, of the Basie band; and 
Milton Hinton, а basist who played 
with Calloway and other groups. The 
Strange new music had a hard time get 
ting itself recognized; it was unpopular 
even among some of those who had 
been enthusiastic exponents of the big- 
band jazz commonly called swing: Cab. 
Calloway was so irritated by Dizzy’s out- 
landish solos he ultimacely fired him off 
the band. The founders of bop went on 
their way, staying with it, ignoring the 
criticism and the outright protests. And 
that they had something was proved by 
others, in other sections of the country 
bopste began to appear myste 
and Bird was one ol these strange. 
As Pablo Picasso first painted 


amd bodies and colors in wild swaths 
and cubes and amorphous forms all over 
the canvas, so Bird fix. went through а 
period in which he learned to swing 
the old way. 

Bird was born im Kansas City — that 
much is known. He used to give the 
date ay August 29, 1920, but he may 
have been born earlier than that. “Не 
was no 34 when he died,” trumpet man 
Harold Baker says. "I was born in 1913 
and Bird was older than me. 1 remem- 
her him playing with Jap Allen's band 
around Kansas City in 1981. Naw, he 
was no $4." Friends account for the dis 
‘crepancy by saying tha: Bird was always 
los-mouthed about his family and 
background; perhaps, one says, he felt 
guilty about recalling the days when he 
had been relatively innocent (in Leon- 
ard Feather's Inside Bo Bop there is a 
picture of him taken when he was six; 
the caption reads, "1 was а clean little 
bird; lots of things 1 didn't know +. + 
wish I'd never found them out”). Other 
friends say that talking about his child- 
hood bored Bird. He went to public 
schools, spent three years in high school 
and, as he later told Feather, 
up a freshman.” He played bu 
horn in the school band and began on 
alto when his mother bought him one. 
That, as nearly as it can be ascertained, 
was in 1935, Perhaps because he thought. 
it ludicrous, he liked to say that his 
first influence on the alto was, of all 
people, Rudy Valice; When he was 15 
he was taken om the Lawrence (88) 
Keyes band, which played gigs around 
the Kansas City area. 

Whenever he got the chance, Bind 
w. Jo Jones has 
y in the days of Bird's 
ig up there, "lt was a very strange 
thing at those sessions - . . Nobody ever 
got in anybody's way. Nobody ever had 
to point a finger and say, You take it 

Any рысе... where there was 
(continued on роке 52) 


fiction By JOHN COLLIER 


THE MASK 
AND THE MAIDEN 
what is lust 


but love 
deprived of its object? 


Naked, burning with love, Elinor threw open the door. 


JUST YOU EXPLAIN to me how any re- 
apectable girl could-possibly think of 
doing such a thing. 

You mean to say that nutty dame 
really thought the guy was going to 
marry heit 

Had she ever acted out a pocho: 
neurotic impulse of this description 
before? 

1 am glad you have asked these 
questions, gentlemen. Each of them 
hinges on motive, and this, if I may 
say so, is the attitude of maturity. 1 
feared at first you wanted the coarse 
and comic story which has already been 
told over and over again, with people 
laughing till the tears rolled down 
their cheeks, throughout the length and 
breadth of Viridian Springs, and prob- 
ably as far afield as Tucson and Phoenix. 
by this tithe. But as ме mature we be- 


‘come a little allergic to the pratfall, and 
often we find something, even in the 
most ludicrous of human mischances, 
which can bring on symptoms like those 
of other allergies: a constriction of the 
throat, for example, a snilling irrita- 
bility of the nasal passages and a smart- 
And watering of the eyes. The tears, 
deed. might roll down without the 
accompaniment of the laughter, as hap- 
pened with the unfortunate young wo- 
man herself. And, speaking of tears, you 
will be interested to know that not only 
did Elinor Baker cry herself w sleep 
every night afver her incredible blunder, 
but she had done so, almost as bitterly 
and almost as often, for months and 
years before it 
You don't say. But tell us why . -. 
Elinor had reached the age of 30 
without ever having been loved. Certain 


joys are the absolute birthright of every 
girl, and they should be hers when she is 
‘of an age and inclination for them, or 
else а cruel and shameful depriva 
has been inflicted upon her, and, as the 
poet says, “else a great prince in prison. 
lies" The joys in question include but. 
are not limited to kisses, embraces, whis- 
perings, quarrels, forgiveness, bearlike 
hugs, the intimate and permissible use 
of improper expressions, wild outers in 
the dark, maternity, the security of the 
heart, smacks on the behind and being 
pulled back by a strong arm when step- 
ping in front of a bus. No greater prince 
than Elinor Baker's immense capa 
to give and receive such joys; no crueller 
prison than the accident of the flesh 
that denied them to her! Elinor’s face 
‘was extremely unattractive to men. 
(continued on page 62) 


а 


муха слу today 
the Nineties and Par 
few hours by 

‘Ok, the tour 
may take on. 


“ви 
Ai mag 


De atthe airport ага dec 
rend is mo exception, 

Hole, viejo; comes the roar, "que tal?" And hell rush 

forward, grab ош hand and pound us on the back, all 

the while chattering a fast uam of details about all the 

things be's lined up for us during the next few days. We've 

a ce o а dos pine coupe of emen ty 

"hv National Symphony, eight or nane gallery showings of 

Suung Mexican айд three or four charity ball, up to a 

aes sporting events, at зш fie cocktail parties, then 

there's De ттайшикиһ festa at Remedios, complete with fre. 

works, frewaner amd masked dancers. flm à few minutes 

ee in and through the brightly modern airport terminal, 

Dur lugage consigned to our hotel, and were 

SR из brisk scam of srangely silent trafic 

фот toting i оше {ӨШ im ша, 

ок clothes we zip through smart suburbs and 

T ш our Пе, 12тан "studio usefully 

furnished in brilliant colore and а 10t of Miller 

furniture, to be introduced to а wonderful, по 

crowd. “The odds are strongly against а vii 

Being allowed to recover quicuy from the tri 

ind Ihe cockuals on Ше plane, bt there are ad. 

tional pleasant pitall which the partying new 
al том face. (continued on page 6) 


¿QUE VIVA MEXICO! 


juices and joys south of the border 


BY PATRICK CHASE playboy's travel editor 


дн ANGRY токо. MAZA MEXICO 


THE CUCKOLD AND THE CAKES 


Ribald Classic 


A new telling of a tale from The Panchatantra of ancient India 


wena WAS A MAN, in the old days, whose 
comely young wife was continually bak- 
ing succulent cakes of sugar and butter 
But did she allow him to eat any of 
them? No, she did not. Магу a ake 
would she give him, though М 

watered at the smell of them. "i 
of husband!” she would cry. "These 
cakes are not for mortal mouths, Т am 
taking them to the shrine by the river, 
there to offer them to the goddess” 

“Surely the goddess,” said the man, 
“can spare one of these small cakes? Or 

haps two? She is Faner than 1” 

“Hands off, 1 sidi” 

"It is mot бийте that a man's wife 
should squander his entire store of but- 
ter and sugar and other savories on cakes 
for a goddess and let the man who pays 
for these things go hungry.” 

"Silence. wretch!” said his wife. "Your 
words will invoke the anger of the god- 
des 

"Your cakes invoke the hunger of your 
husband. To whom do you owe your 
firs duty" 

"To the goddess.” she snapped. "We 
women must look out for each other, ог 
you men would crush us under heel” 

"The way you starve me,” he rejoined, 
“1 have not the strength to crush a roach 
under heel.” 

71 cannot bandy idle words with such 
a blaspbemer as you,” said his wife. 
must take my cakes to the rivershrine 
while they are fresh from the oven.” 

“My compliments to the goddess,” said 
the husband. "I hope sbe chokes on 
Чет” 

As his wife left, the rich, sweet smell 
of the cakes wafted back to him, putting 
an even keener edge on his appetite. 
"Curse her for a lying jade” he growled 
to himself. "I will wager she goes off 
and gluts herself on the cakes all alone!” 
With this suspicion nibbling at his mind, 
he crept out and followed her. 

But she went directly to the shrine by 
the river. There she took off her clothes 
and took the ceremonial bath. At the 
sight of her smooth, strong body, the 
man realized that his hunger for cakes 
‘was not the only hunger his wife had not 
been assuaging of lote. He hid behind 
a convenient nearby tree while his wife 
performed the rest of the intricate ritual. 
the anointing, the burning of incense, 
and зо on. Then he saw her take from 


her basket precisely one cake and lay i 
оп the altar. 

"Great goddess.” she said. “I give you 
one of the cakes 1 have baked for my 
beloved .. 7 

(For me?” marveled her hidden hr 
band. "She has not given me onet”) 

7... It is all сап do to keep them 
irom my husband,” the wife went on 
“And yet if 1 do not bring cakes to ту 
Jover, he will sulk and fret and think T 
по longer love him. But this is not my 
greatest trouble. Every day 1 grow more 
fearful that my husband will discover 
my infidelity. "These many weeks 1 have 
not once lain in his couch. 1 fear he be- 
gins to suspect. Goddess, tell me, how 
may I make him blind, ıo that I may en- 
tertain my lover, and my husband not 
be the wiser?” 

‘At this, the husband could scarcely 
contain his ire, Не had a strong urge to 
leap out and strangle his perfidious wil 
But instead, be erept behind the statue, 
elevated his voice to a feminine falsetto, 
and said, in eerie tones: 

‘Little housewife, how long has it 
been since your husband has eaten such 
tasty cakes as these?” 

"Great goddess,” replied the wile, “for 
all 1 know, he may never have eaten 
Such. 1 have never wasted my time and 
provender in making delicacies tor him." 

“Ah.” replied the husband in his dis 
guised voice, “then hear me: it is a secret 
of the ancients that a man unaccustomed 
to a rich diet will, if suddenly surfeited 
with dainties, sicken and grow blind. Tt 
is written that sugar, and also butter, are 
particularly efficacious! 1 have spoken. 

"Oh. goddess!” cried the wife in grati- 
tude. “и is good of you to help me thus 
in my adventure!” 

“Little one,” came back the answer, 
“we women must look out for each 
other, or our men would crush us under 
heel. Begone now and may fortune 
У ur steps" 
ee шын! ten Nard home ad. 
by means of a shortcut he knew of, ar 
rived there before his wile. When she 
came in, he said, "Well, did the goddess 
gorge herself on my butter and sugar?" 

“Only one cake did she accept.” re- 
plied his wife. "The rest, she insisted, 
rightfully should be eaten by you.” 

"The goddess said that? She isa wi 

(concluded on page 74) 


PLAYBOY 


a session the guys would just get up on 
the bandstand, and spiritually they 
knew when to come in.” Soon after Bird 
learned to play, he would go and kang 
around die joints and listen to the ses 
sions; they wouldn't let him inside be- 
cause of his age. One friend says, 
"When he wasn't allowed in, he would 
he alley with his car 
ring his alto and play- 
ig and thats how he got his name, 
they always found him in an alley or a 
yard and they called him Yardbird.” 
(Parker's own version was different: ће 
ople called. him first “Charlie.” 
then “Charl,” then “Yarl,” then "Yard." 
and finally "Vardbird.") The first place 
he was peninitted in а session маз a club 
called the High Hat at Twenty Second 
and Vine. 
"I knew a е of Lazy River and 
Honeysuchle Rose,” Ве recalled, “and 
played what E could... Г was doing all 
ight until T tried doing double tempo 
on Body and Soul. Everybody fell out 
上 1 went home and cried and 
play again for three months” 
Bird played with various bands 
among them Harlan Leonard's Rockets. 
"Then he cut out. As soon as he did, the 
legend began to take shape. Billy Eck- 
sine recalls the first time he heard 
Bird; it was in а spot called the 65 Club 
in Chicago, where a group led by a 
trumpet player named King Кох 
featured an ahoist named Goon Gard- 
ner. One night, Eckstine says, a ragged 
Kid, fresh off a freight train, came in 


(continued from page 16) 


and asked И he could sit in on alto. 
Gardner handed bim his horn. 


and this cat gets up there,” Eck- 
sine ater sid, "and I'm telling you be 
blew the bell off that thing. It was 
Charlie Parker, just come in from Kan- 
sis City on a freight . « 

Goon Gardner lent Bird a clarinet 
and got him а few dates around town. 
One day Bird disappeared. He went 
back to Kansas City and jammed around 
until he joined the Jay McShann band. 
By then the cats were lining up to bear 
him in the sessions, although he was still 
playing the more or les traditional 
Kansas City style. In 1989 Ве arrived in 
New York, again without a horn, and 
worked as a dishwasher until he saved 
enough to get one. Then he began 
winging around town. And then it hap- 
pened. Later he told about it; Nat 
Shapiro and Nat Hentofl reproduced 
‘what he said in their fine book, Hear 
Me Talkin’ To Ye: 

“1 remember one night." Bird sid, 

1 was jamming in a chili house on 
Seventh Avenue between 139th and 
140th. Tt was December, 1939, Now I'd 
been getting bored with the stereotyped 
changes that were being used all the 
time at the time, and 1 kept thi 


there’s bound to be something else. 1 
could hear it sometimes but I couldn't 
play it. Well, that night, 1 was working 
over Cherokee and, as 1 did, I found 
that by using the higher intervals of a 
chord as a melody Tine and backing 
them with appropriately related changes, 
1 could play the thing Td been hear- 
po 

Biddy Fleet, who was playing gui 
behind. him, sensed what he was doing 
and went along. From then on, he 
staned to work on it, but always by 
hifrself as though it were some guilty 
secret. He didn't attract attention with 
it until he began working in Monroe's 

in afterhours spot. Kenny Clarke says, 

"Bird came into there about 1940... 
They began to talk about Bird because 
he played like Pres on alto. People be- 
‘ame concerned about what he was do- 
ing. We thought that was something 
phenomenal because Lester Young was 
the style setter, the pace setter, at that 
time. We went to listen to Bird at 
Monroe's for по other reason except 
that he sounded like Pres That is, un- 
til we found out that he had something 
of his own to offer . .. also had same- 
thing new. He used to play things we'd 
never heard before — rhythmically and 
harmonically. It aroused Dizeys inter- 
сы because he was working along the 
same lines and Monk was of the same 
opinion as Dizzy.” 

‘Once the music began to catch hold, 
says the pianist George Wallington, it 
affected its disciples like junk. "In the 
years between "42 and 48 the fellows 
lived only to play,” Wallington recalls. 
“We were obsessed by the new music. 
There was such pleasure in the faces of 
the guys We would play our regular 
j AM, then go to an 
Afterhours place until around 7:00, then 
wait around a few hours until the Nola 
ог some other rehearsal studios opened 
at 9:00, then rent a studio and prac- 
tice some more 
in! returned to Kansas City and re- 
joined McShann, with whom he went 
bach to New York in 1942, The mu. 
sicians already knew what he could do, 
and now the trade pres woke up: he 


was given favorable notice in Metro-" 


nome and Down Beat. The McShann 
band mored on to Detroit. Bird evi 
dently didn’t like it there; he was back 
їп New York within a week. He played 
for a while with Noble Sisle, then 
joined the Earl Hines band im 1943. 
The alto chairs were full, so Bird went 
їп on tenor. He did not especially like 
the instrument, but be i Hines, 
who later sud Bird had Ше unique 
ability of learning any arrangement by 
going through it one time. 

ines endured a good deal from Bird, 
who mised nearly as many theatre 


shows as he made, for one reason or an 
other. Even fines did not keep him from 
missing, Presently the band members, 
who were annoyed became his absence 
ic sound incomplete, 
ganged up on him and insisted that he 
miss another show. "We 
romising that he 
wouldn't miss again,” one says. Bird 
said he would make every last show the 
next day; he would stay in the theatre 
all night to make certain he would be 
fon time; but the next day, as usual, he 
мау nowhere to be found. The band 
played the show without him, and alter- 
ward discovered that he had slept all 
the way through it, under the band- 
stand. 

Hines eventually added а group of 
strings: that was too much for Bi 
who left shortly thereafter in comi 
wich Dizzy. He went brief with Andy 
Kirk, Cootie Williams and a band that 
Eckstine formed when he left Hines to 
strike out om his own, With Hines and 
with Billy, his friendship with Ошу 
solidifed. Eckstine later said, "Bird was 
responsible for the actual playing of it 
[bop] but for putting it down, Dizzy 
was responsible.” 

The Eckstine band was not commer- 

e public apparently 
advanced sound. 
And Bird had long since decided that 
he did not feel at home in a large or- 
ganization. He left, and for the rest of 
his Ше he played mainly in small 
groups. In 1946, he and Dizzy went to 
California; at that time, the const was 
пос yet hip. "Nobody understood our 
Kind of music,” Bird Inter told Leonard 
Feather. "They hated it, Leonard. 1 
can't begin to tell you how I yearned 
for New York.” And the rage got him 
again; he fell so low he had no place 
o stay until someone put him up in a 
converted garage. Ross Russell, of Dial 
Records, arranged to record him, but 
although he showed up, that was about 
эй he did. At the sesion, everybody 
knew he was ready to crack up. The 
following day he was in Camarillo State 
Hospital, where he remained for seven 
‘months. 

In 1947 he was out back in New 
York, and apparently in good health 
again. He,had gained 40 pounds, He 
worked around with small groups and 
took one to Paris and Scandinavia in 
1949. In Europe he could get all the 
heroin and hashish he wanted, which 
did not improve his behavior. Euro 
peans have always been enormously re- 
ceptive to jum, and reporters flocked 
to interview 
shocked by his deportment; during one 
interview he kept reading aloud from 
The Rubaiyat and refused to answer 
questions. 

The rest of his life was a series of 

(concluded on page 76) 


DURING тик FAST vean of pleasant in 
struction, we have touched upon every 
situation in which a cleanliving, up 
standing young man will find himself и 
with a woman. Now, assuming 
ibrorbed these teachings and 
part of your very fibre, we 
dy for The Last Word on thi 
ng subject — the handling of 
women (но pun intended) in the world 
of business. 
Ty it true, as so many say. that 
woman’ in the home? The 


А woman's place is and 
this is true both at home (as we have 
seen) and in the office. 

Friction has been caused recently only 
because women in business have on oc- 
casion stepped out of their places. This 
has cused untold confusion and mental 


No one but a man thinks like a man. 


Sülire BY SHEPHERD MEAD 


The Handling of Women in Business 


the last word on how to succeed with women without really trying 


anguish. 

Modern American business is an 
chord firmly to this principle: it à the 
man who does the thinking and the 
women who does the work. 

Indecd, Irom the very day this prin- 
ciple was discovered, from the day man 
earned that all the heavy work in a 
busines office could be performed by 
women at a fraction of the cost, Ameri 

business zoomed upward. Men, 
their hands idle, were free to perform 
their true function, that of planning 
and making decisions. 

From that time onward, the sky has 
been the limit. The world has marveled 
to sec this man-woman team, striding 
ahead together, raising American busi- 
mes to unheard-of peaks. 

And it is this tram that cau if it 
will —go om to even greater triumphs 


to come. 
then that men in business 
are troubled, worried, beset by ulcers 
and countless psychosomatic ills? 

Because, basically, women began to 
think. 

Once this happened, the whole tenor 
ol American business changed, and the 
firm foundation on which it was built 
began to touer. 

Thinking women were able to draw 
on their own crafty, feline powers, ко 
foreign to men, and so dangerous to 
them. And, unspeakable but true, they 
actually began using their biological ap: 
peal as a weapon in business 

Ош of thee beginnings grew the 
woman executive, and it is with her that 
the male in business must learn to 
cope —or perish. 

А woman executive 


any woman who 


Hausmann ву Lie 


PLAYBOY 


can wear her hat in the office. This is a 
symbol that she has broken out of her 
place in the system so wisely drawn up 
10 protect you. 

She weed uo longer work with her 
hands—and no one needs to be told 


how dangerous a woman is when her 
hands are not occupied. She gives orders 
amd competes with men on their own 
ground, In some eases she even gives 
orders lo men, something that has to be 


make life as pleasont and as harmonious 
as possible for the office force, which is 
to say the bare headed or non-executive 
women. 

However, when it comes to the wom- 
am executive, your mission is just as 
clear. The woman executive must not be 
allowed to spring up — and. once having 


executive, 
ment: (1) the siren, and (2) the 


each demanding separate 


battle 

The Siren. 

"The sirenexecutive is a woman who 
combines a certain superficial cleverness 
with calculated sex. She is not to be con- 
fused with the simple, or bareheaded 
siren, who may be just as appealing, but 
who uses her appeal in a wholesome 
way, which is to say for its own sake. 

The siremexecutive, or potential si 
renexecuüve, uses sex the way you 
would use a meeting or a memo, purely 
for selfadvancement. The really unseru- 
pulous woman can, in fact, do things 
with sex that you could never do with 
the very best memo. The shrewd girl 
chooses her victims expertly and can 
often rise rapidly in an organization. 

The countersiren is the best defense 
against her. Find a good, simple or bare- 
headed siren and install her close to the 
office of the siren-executive’s intended 
пъ. This is known as fighting fire 
with fie. 

It is good to have a girl of your own 
handy for such purposes. 

“Say, J. B. while Miss La Tour 
is out of the office for a day or two, 
you can have my secretary —"* 

“Well, ah, Strong 一 

"She's the reddish haired girl in 
the sweater,” 

(Be quick to establish identity) 

"Oh, that one. Well, I do need 
some help, Strong — ^ 

"Don't say I told you, J. B. but 
she's been admiring you for 
months’ 

Af your girl is handy to throw into 
the breach, you can deal with emergen- 
cies quickly. Between emergencies it will 
be up to you to keep her occupied. 

The DutleAs. 

This ruthless and powerhuogry type 
depends not upon charm or appeal but 


upon feline scheming. Ie will sometimes 
be said of her that "she thinks like a 
7 This will not be the сам. No 
one but a man thinks like a man. 
ate Jenina И эн ошу dass 


and not the kind you would select your- 
‘elf! Before you know it, the office may 
lecome a drab and unfriendly place, 
one where you will find no solace and 
lile comfort. 

‘Once again you must fight fre with 
fre, but remember that her fire is of 


ferent ype. 
“Oh, Miss Axel. 1 understand 1 
don't nced to bother you with the 
legal reports any more.” 

"llother me, Mr. Strong? Why, 
se been handling them for year 
(Ве sure you choose a sphere of 
influence that she has been trying 
to absorb for most of her career) 

“Oh, then ic isn't true! Thought 
1 heard little Mise Breasted speak 
i с Bigley about dat 


(Miss Axel will deal swiftly with 
Hile Miss Breasted. However, if you 
have selected a protégé of top ma 

‘agement, one of the two may have 
to lenve, and it may not be Miss 


‘Mutual Suspicion. 

АШ woman executives are suspicious 
of all other woman executives. This is 
because only a woman knows how dan- 
gerous another woman can be. 

They will never stick together for 
mutual protection. Instead, they will at- 
tack each other viciously if properly en- 
couraged. Encourage them, For example, 
fnd an overlapping ol repens 

“Uh, J.B, Eve decided where we 
can put the Invoices Returnable.” 
Where, $ 
‘oo much for cither Miss La 
Tour or Mim Axel separately. 
"Thought we'd just let them work 
together on it” 
“Aren't you afraid that 一 

No problem! Regular team, 
those им” 

Give them six or eight weeks and you 
will soon find which one is the stronger, 

Lack of Maleness. 

For some reason, woman executives — 
in fact, all women — lack the fine manly 
qualities of men. Use this against them. 
No matter what you are talking about 
with other males, try to create Ше im- 
pression that the woman executive is 


always breaking into the middle of a 
dirty story. 

For example, if you see her approach- 
ing your group: 

“Reminds me of that terrific story 
of yours, J.B.— the salesman, the 
monkey, and the window shadel" 

(Laugh wildly. As she comes into 
earshot, pull your face suddenly 
into a mosh, nudge everyone ela 
pipes Аз дека 

“Now about that financial sate- 


‚ И she doesn't wart tû 

crack up, give her the coup de grdce; 
“Now the client wouldn't want 

bur he's a 


"What did he say, Strong?" 
"Well, fact is he can't speak his 
mind with women аго 
Keep this up and soon the office will 
be a nicer. pleasanter place in which to 
work, 


эг CONSIEERATE 

‘Once you have taken care of the wo- 
men executives, you will be left com- 
fortably with the bareheaded women of 
the office force, women trained to be the 
handanaidens of the modern business 

Select them carefully and treat them 
well and your business life will be both 
rich and happy. 

Always he considerate, Never demand 
100 much. 

“My, 5:00 o'clock already! Well, 
mo need to type all those memos 
tonight. Miss Breasted.” 

“Ob, thank you, Mr. Song! 

"Any time at all, at your com 
venience. Just be sure they're om 
any desk at 8:30 sharp tomorrow.” 
She'll appreciate your thoughtfulness, 
Keep up morale at all times. Remem- 

ber, а happy Осе is an efficient oficel 
en ur 

And now, as we leave these lessons 
and turn once more to living and to Ше, 
let us hope that our moments together 
during these many months have made us 
wiser, broader, and deeper. 

‘Those of you who read these words 
are now enlisted in our small but grow 
ing band of Enlightened Males, spread: 
ing our message of hope throughout the 
world, 

H there is one word you can carry with 
you it is Love and if there is one phrase 

is Think of Others and especially, 
Think of Women, 

Some men think of women from 
‘morning to night— and they are happy 
men indeed. 

Our debt to womankind is greater 
than we will ever know — and if we can 
but repay one small fraction of it we 
shall not have lived in vain. 


PLAYBOY 


HUSTLER 


shoot better straights than anybody in 
Chicago shoots. Except me.” 

“This was the time, the time to make 
it quick and neat, the time to push as 
hard as he could. He caught his breath. 
held steady, and said, “You've got it 
wrong, Fats. I'm better than you are. 
ТИ play you for all of it. The whole 
12007 

It was very quiet in the room. Then 
Fats said, "George, І like that Kind of 
talk" He started chalking his cue. "We 
play 1200." 

Barney racked the bulls and Fats 
broke them. They both played safe, very 
safe, back and forth, Keeping the cue 
ball on the rail, not leaving а shot for 
the other man. It was nerve-wracking, 
Over and over. 

Then he mised. Missed the edge of 
the rack, coming at it from an outside 
angle. His cue ball bounced ой the rail 
and into the rack of balls, spreading 
them wide, leaving Fats at least five 
shots Sam didn't sit down. He just 
stood amd watched! Fats come up and 
start his run. He ran the balls, broke 
оп the 190, and ran another rack. 28 
points. And he was just getting started. 
He had his rack break set up perfectly 
for the next shot. 

"Then, as Fats began chalking up. pre- 
paring to shoot, Henry Keller stood up 
from his seat and pointed his finger at 
Sam. 

He was drunk; but he spoke clearly, 
and loudly. "You're Big Sam Willis” he 
said. “You're the World's Champion. 
He sat back in his chair. heavily. "You. 
got red hair, but you're Big Sam.” He 
sat silent, half slumped in the big chair, 
for a moment, his eyes glassy, and red at 
the comers. Then he closed his eyes and 

“There's nobody beats Big Sam. 
Fats, Nobody never.” 

"The room was quiet for what seemed 
to be a very long while, Sam noticed 
how thick the tobacco smoke had be 


come in the air; motionless, it was like 
а heavy brown mist, and over the table 
и The faces of the 

impassive; all of 


them, except Henry, watching him. 

Fats turned to him. For once his eyes 
were not shifting from side to side. He 
looked Sam in the face and said, in à 
voice that was flat and almost a whisper, 
"You Big Sam Willis, George?” 

"That's right, Fats.” 

"You must be pretty smart, Sam 
Fats said, "to play a trick like that. To 
make a sucker out of me.” 

“Maybe.” His chest and stomach felt 
very tight. It was like when Bernie 
James had caught him at the same game, 
except without the red hair. Bernie 
hadn't ssid anything, though; he had 
just picked up a bottle. 

But, then, Bernie James was dead 


(continued from page 30) 


пом. Sam wondered, momentarily, if 
Fats had ever heard about that. 
‘Suddenly Fats split the silence, laugh- 
“The sound of his laughing filled 
the room, he threw his head tack and 
laughed; and the men in the chairs 
looked at him, astonished, hearing the 
laughter. “Big Sam.” he said, "youre a 
hustler. You put un a great act; and 
fool me good. A great ac.” He slapped 
Sam on the back. "I think the jokes on 

Ik was hard to believe, But Fats could 
afford the money, and Sam knew that 
Fats knew who would be the best if it 
‘ame to muscle, And there was no cer- 
tainty whose side the other men were 

Fats shot. ran а (ew more balls, and 
then missed. 

When Sam stepped up to shoot he 
said, "Go ahead, Big Sam, and shoot 
your best. You dow't have to act now. 
Tm quitting you anyway after this one.” 

"The funny thing was that Sam lad 
been shooting his best for the past five 
‘or six games — or thought he had — but 
when he stepped wp to the table this 
time he was different. Maybe it was Fats 
or Keller, something made him feel as 
he hadn't felt for z long time. lt was 
like being the old Big Sam. back before 
he had quit playing the tournaments 
and exhibitions, the Big Sam who could 
sun 125 when he was hot and the 
money was up. His stroke was smooth, 
steady, accurate, like a balanced, pre 
cision instrument moving on welloiled 
bearings. He shot easily, calmly, clicking 
the shots off in his mind and then pock- 
eting them on the table, watching every- 
thing on the green, forgetting him- 
self, forgetting even the money. just 
dropping the balls into the pockets, one 
alter another. 

He did и. He ran the game, 125 points, 
125 shots without mining. When he 
finished Fats took 1200 from his súllbig 
той and counted it out, slowly, to him. 
He said, "You're the best I've ever seen, 
Big Sam” Then be covered the table 
with the oildoth cover. 

Alter Sam had dropped Barney off he 
had the cab take him by his hotel and 
fet him off at a little all might lunch 
room. He ordered bacon and eggs, over 
light, and talked with the waitres while 
she tried them, The place seemed 
strange, gay almost; his nerves felt elec 
ric. and there was a pleasant fuzrincs 
in his head, а dim, insistent ringing 
sound coming from far ой, He tried 
то think for a moment; tried to think 
whether he should go to the airport 
тюм without even going back to the 
hotel. now that he had made ош so 
well, had made out beter, even, than 
he had planned to be able to do in a 
week. But there was the waitress and 


then the food; and when he put a quar- 
ter in the juke box he couldn't hear the 
ringing in his ears any more. This was 
no time lor plane trips; it was a time 
for talk and music, time for the sense 
of triumph, the sense of being alive and 
having money again, and then time for 
sleep, He was in a chromium and plaw 
tie booth in the lunch room and he 
leaned back against the padded plastic 
backrest and felt an abrupt, deep, grati 
fying sense of fatigue, loosening his 
muscles and killing, finally, the tension 
that had ridden him like a fury lor the 
past three days, There would be plane 


flights enough tomorrow. Now, he 
needed rest Tt was а long way to San 
Francisco 


“The bed at his hotel was impeccably 
made; the pale blue spread seemed 
rtight。 but soft and round at the 
edges ard corners. Не didn’t even take 
ой his shoes 

When he awoke, he awoke suddenly. 
The skin at the back of his neck was 
itching. sticky with sweat from where 
the collar of his shirt had been pressed, 
tight, against it. His mouth was dry and 
his feet felt swollen, обед, in his shoes. 
"The room was as quiet as death. Out 
side the window a cars tires groaned 
gently, rounding a comer, then were 
sul 

He pulled the chain оп the lamp by 
the bed and the light came on. Squint 
ing. he stood up. and realized that his 
legs were aching. The room seemed 100 
big, too bright He stumbled into the 
bathroom and threw handsfull of cold 
water on his face and neck. Then he 
dried off with a towel and looked in the 
mirror. Startled, he let go the towel 
‘momentarily: the red hair had caught 
him off guard; and with the eyes now 
swollen, the lips pale, it was not his face 
at all. He finished drying quickly, ran 
his comb through his hair, straightened 
‘out his shirt and slacks hurriedly. The 
startling strangeness of his own face had. 
атумайшей the dim, half conscious feel- 
ing that had awakened him, the feeling. 
that something was wrong. The hotel 
room, himself, Chicago; they were all 
wrong. He should not be here, not now; 
he should be on the West Coast, in San 
Francisco. 

He looked at his watch, 4:00 o'clock, 
He had slept three hours. He did not 
feel tired, not now, although his bones 
ached and there was sand under his eye 
Tids. He could sleep. if he had to, on the 
plane. But the important thing, now, 
‘was getting on the plane, clearing out, 
moving West. He had slept with his cue, 
in its case, on the bed. He took it and 
left the room. 

“The lobby, too, seemed 100 bright and 
100 empty. But when he had paid his 
bill and gone out to the street the rela- 

(concluded on page 75) 


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PLAYBOY 


MASK AND THE MAIDEN 


However, she was not a freak, Her 
face, though uninviting to kiss was 
quite agreeable to contemplate. It radi 
ated the honest warmth and friendliness 
of her nature, Her other features were 
by no means hideous or grotesque, but 
collectively they gave an impression ol 
косите which was nonetheless for 
bidding lor being entirely fale. In mo- 
‘ments of emotional stress this impression 
was altogether beyond the power of any 
such merely negative term to conveys 
her face screwed itself into a frowning, 
staring, lipawisting earnestness which 
rendered her most utterly unkissable 
the very moments she most desperately 
hoped to be kissed. 

It's quite obvious this wos some sort 
of inhibition, the result of some trauma 
suffered in ‘infancy. 

We all have our little inhibitions, 
which, if we struggle bravely, will afford 
us the pleasure of overcoming them, or 
the even greater delight of having them 
overcome by the person most agreeable 
to us. Elinor had, of course, been an 
ugly litle girl... 

‘Now look, pal, you don't have to give 
us the dame’s whole back history, for 
the love of Mike! Can I fll "ет up for 
you? 

Very well. We will not contemplate 
the miseries of ugly litde girls, We will 
have another drink instead. I wished 
only to establish that Elinor was по 
more inhibited than most of us: she 
knew the facts of life and she had no 
sort of objection to them whatsoever. 
As deputy librarian at Viridian Springs 
«Ве had free access to a wide range of 
books on sex and psychology, and she 
studied them in the hope that each next 
page would reveal some tremendous se- 
ct to her. They told her very tittle 
that she did not know already, although 
in some instances she had not been 
aware that she knew it, They did not 
tell her how to behave on the few 
occasions she went out with a young 
man; nor could she have profited. by 
it had they done so. She had no clear 
awareness of the element in her shy- 
mess which made it repellent instead of. 
seductive, or of the element in her mue 
and quaking boldnesses which gave them 
all the blood-chilling uglincis of uncon- 
ealed desperation. She was not in the 
least a prude; her conversation was as 
free as В right and moderately improper 
for a young woman in the present year. 
When in company of her most intimate 
friends, especially a certain Joan, who 
was said to be “quite a gal.” and a cer- 
tain Betty, who had the affair with the 
married dentist in Tucion, she would 
permit herself the use of a fourleter 
word; not, perhaps, the one you are 
thinking of, but another. 


(continued from page 47) 


Lay it on the line, Mister; you got 
me interested. Which one? What other? 
She would use that which is chalked 
on the fence behind Guevara Street, 
but not that which is pencilled on the 
wall of the mens room at the back 
here. There are those who use both 
and those who use neither; the essential 
point is that Elinor, in her speech as in 
her behaviour, allowed herself certain 
freedoms but respected certain taboos. 
Well, if she war as normal as you 
describe her, why did she fail to adjust 
instead of crying herself to sleep for 
months and years at a stretch? 

Га like to know what this baby was 
like from the neck down. Because 1 got a 
theory that if а dame's wellstoched 

In replying to the second question 
1 can also answer the firs. It should 
be clear that Elinors body was in no 
way deficient; otherwise she would never 
have conceived the fatal and fantastic 
notion of entering stark naked into the 
presence of Mr. Henry McBride. 

As a matter of fact her body was 
extremely beautiful; so beautiful, in- 
decd, that if Г refrain from the use of 
words like goddess or Greek statue, it 
is mainly because these words suggest 
a certain remoteness in the onc case, and 
something cold and lifeless in the other. 
Elinor’s body was extremely near and 
‘warn and alive 

Te was nearest of all, naturally, to 
Elinor herself, who was destined to be 
consumed by its warmth. She would 
sometimes find herself standing in front 
of the mirror, her poor face, uglier than 
ever with its look of earnestness and 
wretchedness and apprehension, looking. 
back at her from above that Venus body, 
that body which she had let down by 
having so unfortunate a face. In the end 
this aggrieved and raging body caused 
her to cry out that very word which 
is written in pencil on the wall of your 
‘mens’ room, on the righthand side as 
you go in. And this word, аз I said 
before, was one which in normal cir- 
cumstances she would om no account 
have uttered. Afterwards, she cried her- 
self to sleep. Sometimes, she only sniv- 
«Шей; at others she sobbed in a manner 
altogether too painful to contemplate. 

That's an exaggerated reaction, and 
therefore neurotic in itself. 

In ту opinion it's a plain and simple 
case of lowdown, despicable lus. 

Lowdown if you will, for so it needs 
must be, but as for lust being despicable, 
there 1 can hardly go all the way with 
you. I find those qualities despicable 
Which tend to diminish a person: small. 
ness of soul, for example, or lack of 
understanding or of charity. Lust is an 
addition distorted by mischance. What. 
is it, after all, but love defeated of its 


object, lost, crippled, blind, tormented 
and raging? 

You said it, Mister! 7 been in the 
navy. But answer me this one: if she 
had bust, waist and hips like you were 
saying, why Ше hell didn’t she get hold. 
о] one of these Bikini bathing suits, and. 
maybe a big floppy hat, and go to some 
beach or pool or somewhere, and give 
some fella an сус]? 

You must remember that the nearest 
ocean beaches are these of Southern 
California, where the hotels are not of 
the cheapest, and where what begins 
with a two-piece bathing suit, and may 
end with lew must paw through an 
intermediate мае im which onc or 
two attractive dresses are indispensable 
Elinor considered $500 w be the mini 
mum sum on which she could finance 
a vacation on the coast, and her take- 
home pay amounted 10 only $67.50 a 
week. Nevertheless, by the third week 
of last May she had attained this 
objective, and it was her intention to. 
spend her three-week summer holiday 
at Laguna Beach. She had considered. 
Malibu and Santa Monica, but feared 
competition from film aspirants, whereas 
Laguna has the reputation of attracting. 
people of artistic leanings. One must 
admire the vigilance and sapience of 
the sexual instinct, which, even in this 
‘confused and unworldly girl, had some- 
how, at some time, on heaven knows 
what passing contact, made a certain 
observation оп the appearance of the 
‘wives of artists, and now brought it 
forth to guide her in her choice, I think 
you spoke also of swimming pools, which 
certainly would have been cheaper, but 
when it comes to swimming pools, 1 can 
only invite you to consider the peculiar 
social structure of Viridian Springs. 

Apart from this dirty scandal, Ра му 
Viridian Springs is just as normal а 
community as you'd find anywhere. I'd 
like to know what you mean by Unt 
word “peculiar” 

In New England it would be the most 
ordinary town imaginable, but where 
else їп the Southwestern deserts can 
you find а township of 5000 or so, in 
which at least 20 families of considerable 
wealth have remained and ramified to 
the second and third generation? As a 
result, we now have, with these 20 
families as a nucleus, a well established 
and definitely separated upper clas 

"The springs themselves, remember, do 
mot rise here in our thriving business 
district, but around the hill half a mile 
to the west, in the seccion пом called 
Vallambrow. There are the springs; 
there are the trees and the enormous 
gardens: there are the old houses of the 
original mine owners and citrus growers, 
“There too is Mrs. Dunlop's Frank Lloyd 
Wright house, and the Neutra and the 

(continued overleaf) 


"What, never?” 


PLAYBOY 


MASK AND THE MAIDEN 


Schindler and the Gregory Ain of the 
younger generation. There is our claim 
to consider ourselves the Santa Barbara 
‘of South Arizona, and there, gentlemen, 
are the swimming pools, all of thema, oF 
all but one. 

Elinor, though she was on Christian 
mame terns with many of her con 
temporaries in this privileged district, 
especially those whose parents had 
democratically sent them for a year or 
two to the grade school here, was not 
one ol them, and was not asked to 
swim. ‘The gulf in her case was not 
immensely wide; had she been ovtstand- 
ingly pretty, or played a fineclas game 
of tennis, someone or other would have 
invited her sooner ог later; as it was, 
she remained outside. There is only one 
other place where there is a swimming 
pool, and that is the Country Club. 

Elinor, like many others, frequently 
looked and longed upon the Country 
Club, It is sad that Ше only people 
invited to join are those who have, or 
Could afford to have, swimming pools 
of their own. We arc here in an arid 
and a burning land; I sometimes wonder 
why the entire middle class of Viridian 
Springs does not issue forth on bands 
and Knees and crawl up towards the 
Country Club like desert wanderers in 
thirsty pursuit of a mirage. 

You got me crawling elong, Mister, 
with my tongue hanging out, waiting to 
hear what happened. 

The happenings began in the third 
week of May this year, when Elinor 
suffered a shattering experience. Elinor. 
unoccupied at her desk one morning, 
fell into one of those reveries to which 
all of us here are subject when the wind, 
laden with dust and dreams and uneasi 
nes, blows up from Mexico. She was 
recalled to her senses by the swing of 
the library door, and almost bereit of 
them when she sw, doodled by her 
fingertip on the dusty margin of her 
desk, the word she cried out with such 
shameful intensity in the hours that she 
dared not remember 

Really, Elinor! said old Mis. Dunlop 
at chat moment. Don't you hear me? 
Whatever's the matter? My dear gi 
you look as if you'd seen a ghost- 

Elinor covered the horrible scribble 
with her hand. Oh. 1 don't know, Mrs 
Dunlop: Fm not feeling 100 good, 1 
ues 

Of course not. You work tno hard 
The library stays open too late, 

But, Mrs. Dunlop. I get ой every other 
evening at six. I think maybe dhe beat 
is too much for me. 

Now. Elinor, you know as well as I 
do we have the best and healthiest 
climate ol anywhere. А little heat some- 
times, but по humidity. A girl like you 


(continued from page 62) 


should make use of our advantages. You 
should swim, you should play tennis. 
Exercise and fun! Barbecues and things! 
Darces woo! Fin an old crock now, but 
when 1 was a girl | never missed a 
dance. Some said 1 was [ast 1 told them. 
tw go to а certain place I won't mention. 

Elinor, covering the dreadful word 
with her hand, replied that these 
ures were not easily come by in Viridian 
Springs 

Bot, my dear, dear girl, you arc talk- 
ing, well, not quite as sensibly as you 
usually do. What about the Country 
club? 

Now, just a moment! Since you seem 
to be putting up a bit of special plead- 
ing on behalf of this young woman, just 
tell us how you happen to know every 
word that was said on this particular 
оссеяоп. 

1 was there, my dear sir, 1 was there. 

You know, Elinor, we have everything 
at the Country Club, tennis and dancing 
and swimming. only the pool is under 
repair because of a leak. And where else 
in the town will you find а Drama 
Group and Sunday Painters and a 
garden club and flower arrangement 
dases and talks and musical things— 
only Гус no ear-and everything as 
modern and uptodate as you can pos 
sibly imagine? We are not in the Кам. 
“small town” you know; we always pride 
ourselves on keeping abreast of the 
times. And you know we've never had 
to raise our entrance fee; its still only 
$500. 

Now Elinor was very fond of Mrs 
Dunlop, as а cat may be fond of a 
queen, and Миз. Dunlop was fond of 
Elinor, аз a queen may be fond of a 
cat. Queens, of course, have many dis 
actions, but when they suddenly find 
time for their pentup fondnewes they 
are in a position to express them. Seeing 
Elinor shake her head with a rather 
shattered smile, Mrs. Dunlop bent over 
and lowered her voice. And, my dear, 
И thats a difficulty, just leave it to me 
1 have my own secret ways of getting 
people in without their paying at all 

T expect you have. I think 1 can guess 
what they are. Its so generous, and 1 do 
appreciate it, Mrs. Dunlop, more than 
l'an say. But it Вил the money. T 
cant join unless they ask me, and they 
haven't, and they never will. 

Elinor Baker, you're as crazy as a bed 
bug. I'm asking you myself at this very 

McBride. Mr. 


to join the Country Club. 
Why, yes Mis. Dunlop. Miss Baker, 
you must join at once. Mis. Dunlop 
insists оп it; she is very domineering. 
and we all have to do what she says. 
Note the alibi, carefully inserted for 


quotation in the event of reproaches on 
the part of other members, who might, 
he thought, consider Elinor socially 
unacceptable. 

Make her join, Mr. McBride. She's 
just about my favorite girl in all 
Viridian Springs. If an old woman can't 
persuade her, then a young man must 

1 wish you would, he suid. 

Simple words, but accompanied by a 
smile, А smile has the advantage of not 
being quotable. ‘This wis the McBride 
smile at Из most winning, and it won. 
Elinor's hand still covered the dreadtul 
word, obliterated by this time, if such 
а word can ever be obliterated, which 
‘of coumse it both can and cannot be, 
but under the extraordinary warmth und 
Iriendliness=1 believe “sincerity” в the 
terin used in the trade-ol Mr. McBride's 
smiling eyes, she He ts ugliness quicken 
with something like beauty. 

Why, yes, Mrs. Dunlap, ГА love to. 

So. with a word and a vote and the 
payment of her $500, Elinor became а 
member of the Country Club. И you 
think she encountered snubs and snob 
bery, you are as much mistaken as was 

‘McBride on this point. 
aristocracies, when wellestabli 
secure, have this in common with the 
swimming pools we have been spe; 
‘of: once you are in, you are in. 

And, oh, the kindness of Mr. Henry 
McBride! He, when he saw Elinor so 
well received, forgot all bis doubts about 
sponsoring her, amd, perhaps a little 
exaggerating the depth and constancy 
of Mrs. Dunlop's interest in "just about. 
her favorite girl” made it his business— 
1 use the word with intention-to be 
quite tenderly attentive, even when the 
good old lady was not. as rarely she was 
except when artistic activities were in 
process, present at 0 
though 1 have no 
support of this particular, that he 
thought Elinor might report his kind 
ness to her patroness, and for this reason 
he laid it on thick and heavy 

Y think 1 told you. sir, that lat В only 
love deprived of an object. The immense. 
love of which Elinor was capable now 
found its object in Mr. Henry McBride. 
At once her body abdicated its tyranny 
and enrolled Изи in the service of this 
glorious emotion, consenting henceforth 
lo ask по pleasure except in the be: 
stowal of pleasure upon the beloved. 
Moreover, this newly-tamed body, 
cager comen, this raw recruit, 
dainful of caution, impatient of niceties, 
brought all its abounding health and 
‘energy and enthusiasm to the cause, and 
demanded only to unfurl its beauty like 
a flag, to press forward, to overthrow all 
barriers and to enthrone in triumph 
that which is so devoutly believed to 

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нини 


you're right in the middle with fabric belts 


pam 
mew way around the 
fabric belt. pepping up 


region north 


of the pants and south ol the shirt from o 


a neutral strip to a point of real interest 
Bright colors and textures in foulards, 
paisleys, plaids and stripes are new 
Comers to the territory. while firmly 
entrenched conservatives (blacks or 
browns) are slowly shuffling out of sight, 
especially, for casual wear 


Even the 
hidebound (alligator, leather) fellows 


H [] EUER 
ЕЩ ШЕ ШЕП 


are switching to madras, burlap, silk and 
coton rope for leisurely living. Then 
too, that discreet slice of initialed silver 


stamped-out approach that belies your 
high LQ. (individuality quotient 


THE WAISTLAND 


ABOVE: 
Red striped tie sith by Hickok, $230 
Burlap and leather b 

Rope, leather & bra 
Foulard print on chell 
Plaid India madras by Royal Elastic, $3 
snow. 

Red billiarl cloth by Royal Elastic, $2 
Cotton madras by Canterbury, $250 
Striped elastic by Hickok, 52.50 

Small Block Watch tartan by Paris, $250. 


ınterbury, 83.50 


attire 


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ee 


MASK AND THE MAIDEN 


be right, 

‘There is nothing he can ever see in 
me, but irs enough just to be around 
and to love him. These were brave 
words, and like many of their kind th 
were followed by a sigh. Her body, lilt- 
ing its magnificent breasts on that same 
sigh, cried out that he had never really 
seen her at all. It is true the swimming 
pool remained out of commission during 
the first few weeks of Elinor's member 
ship, owing to an obdurate leak caused 
by a continuing shift of the subsoil. 
Elinor scarcely regretted the pool; she 
was afloat in a diviner cleient, uplifted, 
cleansed, braced and caressed by the 
bubbling waters of happiness. 

Clubs have been compared to swim- 
ming pools, and happiness may be 
likened to both. An important feature 
all three have in common is the 
session of a deep end and a shallow end. 
In the deep end you may drown: if you 
dive into the shallow end you may break 
your head. The deep end of Elinors 
Happiness was her love for Mr. McBride; 
the shallow end of the Viridian Springs 
‘Country Club is, I think, the modernity 
of its cultural activities, so extraordinary 
for a small Western town, and its at- 
mosphere of sophisticated freedom, You 
‘would really think you were in New 
York. However, you are not. 

‘One evening Elinor was sitting with 
а few others on the terrace, and happily 
lapping up one of our justly celebrated 
Old Fashioneds, which she considered to 
be the very best Old Fashioned she bad 
ever drunk in her life, and which, since 
it contained whiskey twice as good as 
the ordinary, and twice as much of it, 
probably deserved the distinction. ‘The 
talk was all of the forthcoming pro 
duction of the Lysistrata on the part of 
‘the Drama Group. lt was to be staged 
by Fleming Parrot, who is not only 
wonderful with grouping amd sets, but 
who is one half, perhaps the better half, 
of that firm of interior decorators which 
has had such an eflect on the tastes of 
‘our younger generation. Mr. Parrot had 
decreed that the play was to de pre- 
sented boldly. in modern dress, and yet. 
classically, in masks. The ladies were to 
wear tennis dresses, as combining the 
classical and the modern, and with this 
costume and the mask in mind, and 
feeling she would read her lines with 
more understanding than some others, 
he had given Elinor quite an effective 
Tittle part, and thus so replenished her 
already brimming cup that happiness 
‘was quite visibly slopping all around 
her. People nearby found themselves 
agreeably splashed by it, as they sat 
discusing the cast with Fleming Parrot 

Have you asked the SN yet? 


(continued from page 64) 


ОГ course. Naturally. Wed be no 
where without the Na. 

This was new to Elinor. What does 
that mean? Who are they, the SN 

The SN? Don't say you don't know! 
Rachel Bickling and Maureen Biedel- 
meyer, of course. 

But what does ít mean? Why do you 
call them hat 

"Well, there they are, over there. You 
қо and ask them, 

Elinor never minded having her ley 
pulled a litle, so she at once downed 
the remains of her Old Fashioned and 
walked over to where Rachel Bickli 
and Maureen Biedelmeyer were sharing, 
а table. Mrs Bickling В small dark, 
with an attractive monkey face and 
huge, almost black eyes like those in a 
Roman portrait. She is a product of 
Park Avenue, and perhaps the most 
sophisticated penon in all the Club. 
Maureen is the least so: she is so beauti- 
ful and blonde and dumb that strangers 
think she must be from Hollywood. 

They told me to ask you why you are 
called the SNs. 

My dear, how nice of you not ло 
know! Shall we tell her, Maureen? 1 
think we'd better or itll look as if 
we're ashamed. 5. is for Seen. dear, and 
N. for Naked. Which we were, and we 
shall never forget it, because they won't 
ever let us. We told only our very best 
friecds, and they told theirs. We thought 
we were theirs, but it turned out other 
people were. Anyway it was only our 
future husbands who saw us, зо we got 
made honest women of. Shall 1 tell you 
how it was? Or let Maureen tell you 
how it was with me, and РИ tell you 
how it was with her. It may be more 
lush that way. Go on, Maureen, don't 
spare my blushes. 

Well, she was in this hotel in New 
York and Peer Bickling was there in the 
very next suite and they got acquainted. 
and you know how Peer is, if you ask 
Jim gin or vodka he'll be half an hour 
making up his mind. You sce there was 
some model he was going out with and 
he just loved talking to Rachel but he 
liked going out with this model and he 
couldn't make up his mind. And he was 
staying in 9 and she was staying in б. 
‘And somchow one of the screws came 
ош of the 6, 1 mean the metal onc on 
the door, so it slipped around and made 
a 9. Because if you tum а 6 upside 
down it makes a 9. So Rachel was 
getting dressed for the evening and sort 
of wandering around looking for a ciga- 
теце in the living room and in walks 
Peer Bickling and she hadn't got a 
stitch оп and then he made up his 
mind right away. Didn't he, Rachel? 

He certainly did. Now ТШ tell Mau- 


Teen's, Elinor. ICs much more romantic. 
You know where Maurcen's folks used 
to live, in that little old frame house 
where the road from Tucson comes 
down to the Ditch and makes the bad 
turn; where there's that tremendous 
great rock beside the road? 

Well, that was the summer Jerry 
Biedelmeyer bought himself а radio sta- 
tion in Tucson, and it was sort of a new 
toy, so he used to drive in every evening 
and come back about 1:00 o'clock in the 
morning, So onc day he was driving in 
and he had a blowout just as he was 
taking the curve by the rock, and 
Maurcen's old man went out to help 
him change the wheel and Maureen 
went along too to hold the nuts and 
bolts and things, and she and Jerry 
got talking, and the simple country girl 
los her heart to the dark, handsome 
stranger in the great big, new con- 
vertible. Isn't that romantic? And he 
looked as if he liked her all right, but 
all of a sudden the wheel was fixed and 
Jerry got in and off he went to his 
radio station. 

‘After that Maureen шей to see him 
streak by in the evening, and he'd wave 
his hand, and that was that, And shed 
Sometimes sit at the window after mid- 
night and watch for that big cream- 
colored convertible по slow up at the 
bend and then speed off into the night. 
‘Or else she'd be lying in bcd and she'd 
sce the lights of И on the ceiling. And 
the worst of it was that Cinderella 
thought if she could only have had a 
Tittle more talk with Prince Charming — 
well he'd have wanted just a lite 
more, and onc thing might have led to 
another. 

So, what with the heat and everything, 
onc might Maureen thought she just 
couldn't five any longer unless she took 
a swim in the Ditch. To cool off, you 
know. And she had to creep and creep 
to get out without waking anyone, and 
she didn't dare look around for her 
bathing suit, but practically no one ever 
comes along that road at night so she 
didn't worry. She just plain forgot about 
Jerry Biedelmeyer. Or so she says. Don't 
you, honey? 

Well, she was in the Ditch and she 
saw the lights of a car in the distance, 
and she completely lost her head, and 
instead of ducking under the water she 
dimbed out and wird to reach the 
shelter of the paternal roof. Hut of 
‘course the car was coming much faster 
than she thought, and it slowed up at 
the bend, and in fact it had to мор 
dead because someone had left hor fas 
ther’s hand-truck sticking way out into 
the road. And there was Maureen, riv- 
cited to the spot, in the full glare of the 
headlights, right up against the face of 

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PLAYEOY 


MEXICO 


Mexico City sits sunning ivel at an 
altitude of 7500 feet above sea level. 
‘AC that height, gentle reader, а shak- 
erful of frosty Martinis packs double 
the wallop it does back home, For 
another, there are the cocktail “smacks” 
that are spread out in profusion: chunks. 
of chorizos sausages murmurous with 
garlic, spicy guacamole avocado dip, 
‘mushed frijolo beans topped with tortilla 
strips. ‘They're so inflamed with ginger 
and chili that a spoonful does nicely i 
you don't plan to peel the skin from 
more than half your palate. It takes a 
day or two of large Mexican lunches 
between 1:00 and 4:00 in the afternoon 
before you learn to treat the voluptuous 
cocktail buffets as just snacks, so as to 
enjoy dinner. 

We had ours that night at the ele 
gandy Napoleo restaurant, 
caught the late 
then headed out in а group for 
rough Lagunilla district to chuckle at 
the women wrestlers at El Golpe; then 
оп to the Cafe Tenampa, where roving 
bands of mariachi guitarists milk the 
defenseless tourists for à peso а song for 
ench of the five bandsmen. Then ме 
strolled Republic of Panama Street, one 
of the wide apenest red light districts in 
the world, whose shrill statterns include 
а rare attractive girl. Finally. we sam- 

led the raw maguey cactus liquor, pull 
Baton of tle lpr 
оп and around Plaza Garibaldi, "Have 
a drink." goes the toast among the 
bibulous students and drifters there. 
"Have а drink and be somebody.” 

Мом Mexicans are somebody in the 
best possible way: they're vivid and in- 
dividualistic. What's more, were con- 


(continued [vam page 49) 


rich, us well. They must be, for no one 
ever seems to sleep or work — pointless, 
perhaps, in a land where conservative 
bank stock pays 10 percent and a risk 
isn't really speculative until it offers a 
20 to 25 percent return, Contrary to 
tourist legend, Mexicans aren't all out 
10 clip the gringo either, On an earlier 
trip. we found ourselves embarrassingly 
ош of cash to the point that we had to 
‘wave the airport porter away from our 
bags because we didn't have enough for 
a tip. "Que importe, señor?” be smiled 
when we explained. "What is money 
between friends?" and he shouldered 
true, so help us 
traveling to Mexico 
ity for the first time, the problem of 
“what to do” is easily solved by dis- 
covering what day of the week it is 
(this can be accomplished by purchasing 
а newspaper. Thus, on Friday, you 
dhase over to Toluca for the color- 
tul Indian Market. True, you cam 
find a greater variety of fine handicrafts 


at fxed prices in the government backed 
National Museum of Popular Arts on 
Avenida Juarez — but you don't get to 
haggle there, and its not as much fun. 
If you miss the Indian Market, there's 
always the overflowing Merced Market 
and the fond-fruitflower market around 
Calle Dolores. 

I it happens to be Sunday when you 
look at the paper over breakfast at San 
boms (or at Vicky's, an odd sort of a 
Catch spot with ойдо covered tables 

ıd litle choice of food, which opens 
for breakfast, keeps going with some 
very fine cating through lunch and closes 
as won as it runs out of food, usually 
right after lunch) then you've a wider 
choice. You hocfoot it around the cor 
ner from Sanborns to the Palace of Fine 
Arts for the oncea-week display of the 
‘great glass curtain showing the volcanoes 
Popocatepetl and Ixtacihuatl. Other 
days this huge state-sponsored cultural 
center is fun, teo — thronged with peas 
ants, students and socialites off to plays, 
‘operas, concerts, lectures and art show 
ings in the magnificent galleries frescoed 
by Diego Rivera and Orozco. 

И you're not a tourist but you've got 
one in tow of a Sunday and he won't 
settle for golf or tennis, then you do as 
the Mexicans do and head for Xochi- 
miko or Teotihuacan or Chapultepec 
Park, from where you can spot the real 
volcanoes Popo and Ixty, plus scores of 
candymen, balloon men, street perform 
ers and peasant women in full pink 
skirts under the great оймеймей cypress 
trees, and riders in silver decked costume. 
on showoll horses. The horsemen, inci- 
dentally, are likely to be on their way to 
the Rancho del Charro, where we rather 
like to go oursches for a Mexicunstyle 
rodeo and riding exhibition called jo- 
пре. Or you can move on to San 
Bartolo Tenayua's pyramid covered 
with plumed Aztec serpents or the huge 
astronomical altars at Teotihuacan, the 
great stepped pyramids to Sun and 
Moon that are impressive as all get-out. 

Xochímilco is the spot where the wa 
terborne hucksters work the green- 
scummed canals between the socalled 
“floating gardens” The earühladen 
raftfarms that floated on the lake in 
Anec days-growing vegetables and flow- 
en for the capital then as now-have 
long since taken root. so that the "float 
ing gardens are more correctly the 
Nowerdecked, flat-bottomed lanchas on 
which you'll be poled around for 20 
резов an hour (or more if you don't 
bargain before getting in). 

Eventually, you may want to drive 
out through “Texcoco — where Corter 
Inunched his lake Reet to threaten Mon. 
temma's capital to Coatlinchan, where. 
you can hire horses for the short hill 


limb to the awesome 200100. Idol of 
Tecomate, Then to lunch, driving 
through the cobbled prettiness of Соу 
oacan, where Cortez headquartered, past 
the stunning University, to eat at a 
gardenish sort of place called Rancho del 
Лава. 

At 4:00 Р.М. sharp, ics the bullfights 
and you either like them or you боп 
there are по half measures, Your liking. 
depends in part on your understandin 
of this serious pageantry that pits skill 
against brawn in the huge arena that 
can be as hushed as а meadow at one 
perilous moment. roaring the next 10 
40,000 voices acdaiming а neat bit of 
саре work, 

We've always enjoyed the top mats 
dors who appear at Plaza Mexico in the 
DecemberApril season, But the work 
af the apprentices sweating it от with 
yearling bulls at other times is often 
more exciting. ‘The lads take a Jot mo 
risks to prove their worth to the talo 
scouts. Incidentally, stay away (rom ring 
side at the Plaza Mexico; take the first 
or second tendidos on the shady side. 
called sombra. Ringsiden are likely to 
be showered with bottles or flaming 
newspapers if ihe crowd disapproves of 
the matador, seat pads and hats il it ap- 
proves. Good or bad, you get it all at 
ringside. 

To keep the day thoroughly Latin, 
dinner would be indicated st the bull 
fight spot, El Taquito, or restaurants 
that are tops for straight Mexican food. 
Cafe Tacuba or Flor de Mexico — alter, 
of course, a sesion at the jai alai fron 
ton, where you need an expert along to 
keep track of the fying bets and chang- 
ing odds which are even faster than the 
world's fastest game, 

Or you might want to пу Mexican 
theatre. Were not talking of the rather 
sawdusty burlesque at the Tivoli or Tea- 
чо Margo but of legit theatre, wi 
flourishes for the most part on transla- 

ions from recent Paris hits acted by a 
corps of fine Mexican players. There is 
some seni-professional sull in English 
( your Spanish is more rusty than ours) 
and of course if there's a movie stani 
Cantinflas, the Mexican Chaplin, don’t 
mis it. 

The day of the week will also help 
determine some ol your other evening, 
activities. Mexican folk dancing, for in- 
stance, is well worth seeing, but no one 
can chase all over the country to catch 
the various styles, So they're all brought 
to Mexico City — Fridays at the Rotary 
Club (as an inexpensive dinner show 
that has nothing in common with the 
Rotary, that we could find, except the 
ше of the dub quarten) ur un Wednes- 
days at Sala Riveroll, which is still better. 

So help us, we always have trouble 
recommending "just а few" restaurants 
їп Mexico City; so many are so good, But 


try, if you will, Spanish fare at Centro 
Vasco, German at Bellinghausen's, Mexi- 
can high priced and very cultural at 
Hosteria de Santo Domingo or student 
priced and intelligent at La Bodega. 
иа, we have very decided 
‚hen it comes to the surround- 
mg countryside, Within a days drive 
or so ol Mexico City you'll find lush 
coastal resorts and tiny Indian villages. 
nong picturepostcard moun- 
baroque cathedrals of im 
peri amd relics of civilizations 
dating back perhaps 20.000 years. 
Touristed as it may be, we can always 
take а Jot of Taxco, an impossibly pic- 
resque silver mining town on the slope 
le. Best way to enjoy 


һ tequila from the 
de la 


Mision, 


overlooking the whi 
Tools of the village. Then 
ing, cobbled lanes to silver workshops 
whose wonderful craftsmen will turn out 
anything at the drop of a wallet 

And then — unless we're flying direct 
Mexico City—we'll go right on 
амо next day to Acapulco for a 
spot of sun and surf, using the magnifi 
cent new toll rod cutting around and 
over the mountains. Acapulco is sheer, 
concentrated, wipledisilled beauty: a 
place of rockgirt beaches, fme fishing 
(im the sea and in local cocktail dispen- 
saries) amd also the place where the 
lads dive into churning seas from the 
high Quebrada ив. 

Acapulco is smart, cosmopolitan, ex 
pensive and lots of lun. I's abo the 
place where you сап charter a small sea- 
plane to fly to Zihuatanejo, a tiny fish- 
ing village someone—we think it was 
Robert Louis Stevenson-once described 
as more Tike the South Sea islands than 
the South Sea в 
fly, we sho 
hy car ва yertebracimpacting seven ко, 

vous over roads that cannot be de 
il, Zihuatanejo is an inexpensive 
spot of dreamy beauty mo one knows 
much about yet, you're interested, go. 
talk to Carlo Barnard when you're at 
Acapulco: he runs the Hotel El Mirador 


There are other dream spots no one 
las discovered, or few people anyway 
One we're prepared to give away for tree 
here is Jocotepec over toward Guadala- 
jara, known to perhaps hall а dozen 
artists, about 500 Mexican 
who pull flashing silver from 
Lake Chapala, to the Mexican Govern: 

Tourist Commission whieh has 
plans to develop it soon and to an Amer. 
ican by the name of Allen Lloyd who 
runs the litte Hotel La Quinta there. 
Look him up and tell him we sent you, 


You can live in Mexico Ci 


level you choose: from les than $5 а 
day to well up over $30. Acapulco runs 
а line more, other cities a little less. 
For more information write the Mexi- 
can Government Tourist Commission, 
Avenida Juarez 89, Mexico City. Or, if 
you're driving. to Sanbom’s, 214 South 
Broadway, McAllen, Texas; by air, 10 
American Airlines, 100 Park Avenue, 
New York, or Eastern Airlines, 10 Rocke 
Teller Plaza, New York: by tram, to Mex: 
кап Government Railway System, 120 
Wall Street, New York. 


FEMALES BY COLE: 31 


MAGNIFICENT MUNCHING 
(continued from page 32) 


14 cup Italian pepper salad in oil 
2 tablespoons minced parsley 
Talian crushed. (not ground) red pep- 
per 
Olive ой 
Red wine vinegar 
1 loaf long Italian or French bread 
(about 18 inches) 
Cut the bread lengthwise in half with 
а very sharp knife, Cut the bread cross- 
wise to make two portions, On the hot 
tom half of the sliced bread arrange the 


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tomato and egg Sprinkle generously 
with salt. Add the salami, cheese, ham, 
cucumber and onion. Sprinkle with pep- 
per salad and parsley. Sprinkle lightly 
with crushed red pepper. Sprinkle gen- 
sly with olive oil. Sprinkle lightly 
with vinegar, Place the top of the bread 
over the sandwich filling. Open your 
jaws wide like a Neapolitan opening a 
lunch рай. Provide at least a pint of 
Chianti per person. 


mor weer mno 

"This is the hot version of the sub- 
marine. It consists mainly of sautéed thin 
eel and green peppers Mavored with 
tomato sauce and oregano, 

В ounces top sirloin of beef. 

? tablespoons salad oil 

1 large green pepper 

2 tablespoons minced! onion 


JA teaspoon minced garlic 
Tange fresh tomato 
1 teaspoon salt 


и teaspoon pepper 

Î teaspoon Worcestershire sauce 

yi cup prepared tomato sauce 

% teaspoon oregano 

2 long Italian rolls ("torpedoes") 

Buy the beef in one piece and then, 
with sharp knife, cut it into Linch 
squares about Heth of an inch thick. 
Gut the green pepper into Linch squares. 
Remove the stem end of the tomato and 
cut the tomato into усте thick 
Heat the oil in a heavy pan. Add the 
beef, onion, garlic, green pepper, 10- 
mato, salt and pepper. Cook over a 
moderate llame, stirring frequently, un- 
til meat loses red color. Cover the pan 
with a lid and simmer over a slow flame, 
stirring Irequently, about 14 hour. Re 
move lid. Ш there is any liquid left in 
pan, continue to cook until the liquid 
evaporates. Simmer the tomato sauce 

ма the oregano about 3 minutes. Add 
the Worcestershire sauce to the beet 
misture. Stir well, Cut the rolls length- 
wise. Fill with the beef mixture. Pour 
the tomato sauce over the beet. Close 


the sandwich, Serve the sandwich with a 
fork to spear any escaping beet. 
LIEDERERANZ AND нам ох RYE 

Only the name Licderkranz is Ger- 
man. The cheese itself, а famous 
smoothie among the soft cheeses of the 
world, is actually an American inven- 
tion. Combined with ham, its rans 
formed into magnificent munching. 

4 thin slices sour rye bread 

Sweet butter 

ounce package Liederkranz cheese 

1 cup shredded lettuce 

2 tablespoons mayonnaise. 

1 teaspoon French Dijon mustard 

4 ounces sliced smoked ham 
re with the mayon- 
xing well. Spread 
each slice ol bread with butter. Divide 
the lettuce between two slices of bread. 
Place the ham on top of the lettuce 
Spread the Liederkranz cheese on the 
other two slices of bread. If you like 
the cheese quite pungent, leave all the 
rind on. Ш you prefer a less snappy 
flavor, remove the end pieces of rind ur 
as much rind as you wish, Place the 
cheesespread bread over the ham. Hold 
the bread firmly and cut cach sandwich. 
diagonally into two рап. Pas some 
crunchy cold dill pickles. Top the pro- 
ceedings with stcins of foamy dark beer. 


Lovers of deviled fresh crabmeat will 
instantly recognize the Gilling for this 
open sandwich baked in a hot oven. И 
fresh cooked crabmeat is not available 
im your neighborhood, the frozen or 
canned product may be used instead. Be 
sure to examine the crabmeat carefully 
and remove any trace of bones or ten- 
dons. 

4 slices firm white bread 

Buuer 

Ye lb. fresh crabmeat 

tablespoons finely chopped green 

pepper 
1 canned pimento, diced 


"I'm. beginning to believe Barnum was right.” 


3 tablespoons mayonnaise 

1 teaspoon dry English mustard 

1 teaspoon prepared mustard 

1 egg yolk 

Ya teaspoon salt 

Yq teaspoon pepper 

2 tablespoons bread crumbs 

2 teaspoons salad oil 

Paprika 

“Toast the bread on one side only un- 
der а broiler fame, Spread the teas 
side with butter. Place the toasted side 
down on а cookie sheet or shallow b; 
ing pan. In a mixing bowl combine the 
crabmeat, green pepper, piment 
onnaise, dry mustard, prepared m 
salt, pepper and egg yolk. Mix very well, 


Sprinkle the salad oil on Ше brea 
trum» Sprinkle lightly wich paprika, 
Bake in a preheated oven at 400 degrees 
Хог 10 ко 15 minutes or until dhe top is 
lightly browned. 


STEAK SANDWICHL WITH. ONIONS 


For the most gratilying results use 
устав thick steaks of prime beet, 
weighing 8 to 10 ounces cach. Boneless 
sirloin, club steaks or Delmonico steaks 
are all good. 

1 medium size Spanish onion 

3 tablespoons butter 

Ya cup dry red wine 

34 cup strong beel stock or canned 

"heel bouillon. 

¥ teaspoon powdered thyme 

1 teaspoon cornstarch 

Salt, pepper 

Brown gravy color 

2 individual steaks 

4 slices of toas 

Cut the onion in half, Then cut cross 
wise into very thin slices, Melt the but 
ter in а heavy saucepan. Add thc onion 
and sauté slowly, stirring frequently, un- 
til the onion is golden brown, Add the 
wine. Cook until the wine is reduced by 
halt. Add the beef stock. Bring to a boil 
Add the thyme. Dilute marci 
in about a tablespoon of cold water and 
add vo the sauce Reduce llame amd 
simmer 5 minutes, Season to taste, Add 
enough gravy color to make the suce 
medium brown. Slash the edges of the 
steak in several places to prevent curb- 
ing. Cook the steaks rare on a hot, lightly 
greased griddle or in a heavy frying pon. 
Season with salt and pepper. Place cach 
Steak on two pieces of toast. Cut the 
steaks and toast cowwie so that each 
piece of toast as cut into thirds, Pour 
the hot onions over the steak. Fill the 
rest of the plate with crip French 
fried potatoes, Pass a big bowl of sed 
green salad with Roquefort cheese drew 

Discourage conversation lor at least 

а quarter of an hour. 


CALM WEATHER 
(continued from page 29) 
wot have stopped his lying hand mor 
turned! him round. 
George Smith looked down at the 
sand. And, alter а long while, looking. 
п to tremble 
For there on the flat shore were pic- 
tutes of Grecian lions amd Mediter 
n goats and maidens with fesh of 
Sand. like powdered gold amd sam 
Piping on handcarved horns and chil- 
ren dancing. swing flowers slong 
эт along the beach with lambs gambol- 
ing after and musicians skipping 10 
their burps and тех, and unicorns rac 
ing youths toward distant meadows, 
ойт, ruined temples and volcan 
os Along the shore im а neverhrolen 
inc, the hand, the wooden stylus of 
ilis man bent down in fever amd тайт 
ing perspiration, scribbled, ribboned, 
leaped around over and up. across in, 
aut, stitched, whispered, stayed, then 
hurried on as if this traveling bacchanal 
must flourish to its end belore the sun 
was put out by the sca. 20. 30 yards ог. 
mare the nymphs and driads and sum. 
ner lownts sprung up in unraveled hier“ 
ph. And the sind, im the dying 
Tight. was the color of molten copper 
on which was now sbshed а mesage 
that any man in any time might read 
and savor down the years Everything 
‘whirled and poised in its own wind and 
gravity. Now wine was being crushed 
from under the grapeblooded tect of 
dancing vintners daughters, now steam- 
ing «as gave birth to coinsheathed 
monsters while lowered kites strewed 
scent on blowing clouds... now... now 
The artist stopped. 
drew hack and stood 


"The artist glanced up. surprised to 
find someone so near. Then he simply 
stond there, looking from George Smith 
to his own creations Hung like idle foot 
prints down the way. He smiles at last 
shrugged as if о say, look what Eve 


done; we what a child? you will forgive 
me, won't you? one day or another we 
are ай fools 


yom, too, perhaps so 

ch? Good! Good! 
could only look at 
the sundark skin 
the clear sharp eyes and say the 
man's name once, in a whisper, to bim: 
чи. 

They моо thus for perhaps another 
five seconds. George Smith staring at the 
энине, amd the artist watching, 
George Smith with amused curiosity. 
George Smith opened his mouth, closed 
it, pt out his hand, took it back. Не 
stepped toward the pictures, stepped 
away. Then he moved along the lime 

in; a precious 
marbles east up from some an= 
diene ruin om the shore. His ees did 


mot blink, his hand wanted to touch but 
did not dare to touch. He wanted tp 
run but did not run. 

He looked suddenly at the hotel, 
Run, yest Runt What? Grab a shovel, 
dig, excavate, save а chunk of this all. 
too crumbling sind? Find a repairman, 
race Вин back here with plaster of paris 
to cast a mould of some small fragile 
part of these? No, no. Silly. silly. Or 
His eyes Mickel to his hotel window. 
"The camera! Kun, get it. get back, and 
hurry along the shore, clicking, chang- 
ing fiin 

George 
sun. ft burned faintly 
eyes were two small fires from it. The 
sun was half underwater and as hc 
watched, it sank the rest of the way in 
a matter of seconds 

The зніч had drawu nearer and now 
was gazing into Geon 
great friendliness as И he were gueming, 
Every thought. Now he was nodding his 
head in a little bow. Now the icecream 
sick had fallen casually from his lager 
Now he was saying good night, good 
night. Now he was gone, walking hack 
dowen the beach toward the south. 

‘Geonge Smith stood looking alter him. 
After a lull minute, he did the only 
thing that he could posibly do. He 
started at the beginning of the fantastic 
friere of says and ums and wine 
dipped maidens and prancing unicorns 
and piping youths and he walked slowly 
long the Чине. Ме walked a long way 
icoking down at the free running bac- 


chanal. And when Ве came to the end 
of the animals and men he tumed 
around and started back in the other 
direction, just staring down as if he had 
lost something and did not quite know 
where to find it. He kept on doing this 
until there was no morc Tight im the 
sky, or on the sand, to sce by- 

He sat down at the suppertable. 

“You're late,” said his wile, "b just 
had to come down alone, Im ravenous.” 
Thats all right." he 
interesting 


happen on 


jo." he sid 


1 can tell by your face, You did 


dros 
swim out too lar, didn't you?” 

Ye he за 

Well" she said, watching him closely. 


“Dont ever do that again, Now— 
what you have?" 

He picked up the menu and started 
to read it and stopped suddenly. 

“Whats wrong?” asked his wil 


He turned his head and shut his eyes 


“1 don’t hear anything." she said. 

“Don't you?" 

"No. What is i” 

“Just the tide,” he said, alter awhile, 
sitting there, his eyes still shut. “Just the 
tide, coming 


“I understand he comes from a very good family.” 


Miss Microsheen says: "I'm setting о New Yeor's Тор 一 ond here's hoping | latch 
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Tanu, of course, is the Japanese 
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The chests origi 
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KEEPER OF THE CHEESE 
Even the best of the old smelly loses 
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glass bell covers slick cherry base that 
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arp cheese knife and a 
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addresses listed in Ше descriptive 
perogrophs ond checks or money 
orders mode poycble to the indi 
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these products ore guoranteed by 
the companies ond you must be 
entirely sotisfied or the complete 
purchese price will be refunded. 


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Here's a smoke signal for the peripa- 
tetic pipe puller: heap fine Algerian 
briar with a plus gimmick. А can. 


it safely арм golt club, Cr dash, 
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ISCUIT BAEDEKER 
No more di 
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Tittle storage bin holds 15 platters in 
their liners and sports an index card. 
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78 


PLAYBOY 


м 


CUCKOLD AND THE CAKES 


amd just deity!" And, so saying, he un- 
covered the basket and began to devour 
the delicious cakes, Then, leaning back 
and uttering a long sigh vf satisfaction, 
he said, “I do not know when I have 
eaten such fine fare. Г grow sleepy, wife, 
and fain would lie down. My dreams 
will be sweet, composed of sugar and of 
uter! 
he next momi 
he called to his wile 
pen the shutters, woma 
"They are open," she replied. 
“Then why is it so dark? Has the sun 
failed to rise? y it not morning? 
7 said the wile, scarcely 
her joy, "and the sun- 
ning in the house. Gan you 


ick, no, although 1 feel its warmth. 
wile, 1 fear | have been stricken 
blind! 

His wife made a great show of concern. 
and commiserated with his lamentable 
n. "I will bake some more cakes,” 
"Perhaps the eating of them 
will restore your sight. And while they 
are in the oven, 1 will go at once to the 
goddess and ask her advice" 

Alter putting the batter in the oven, 
the wife lelt—going straight to her lover, 


cakes and another man's wile. When he 
heard the good news of her husband's 
blindness, he said, "What a fine joke it 
would be to take our pleasure before his 


darkened eyes! Come, let us return to 
your house” 

They hurried there, and the wife took. 
the cakes from the oven. “Eat heartily, 
my poor blinded husband,” she said. 
Ihe goddess told me that the eating of 
cakes such as these would assuredly re 
store your eyes to health!” While he 
made a substantial breakfast of the cakes, 
his wife and her lover took themselves to 
his couch. The husband watched them, 
esting the cakes the while, and let no 


sign ol rage escape his mouth even 
though the Ticentious sights he beheld 
would have driven any husband ino fits, 


Me ate, moaned the Joss of his sight, 
praised the flavor of his wife's cakes, and 
then, just at the very moment of the 
highest pleasure, he laid 

him away 

blow alter 


per! Spoiler of wives! Wrecker of homes! 
Eater of cakes! Take that and that and 
пай“ 

Bruised and bleeding. his bones shat- 
tered, the lover crawled away from the 
house and. a few days later, died of his 
wounds. In accordance with ancient law, 
the ties of marriage were dissolved. and 
the exile suffered the loss of her nose 
by judicial decree, 

Her erstwhile husband married again, 
and spent the rest of his days enjoying 
the charms—and the cakes-of his lovely 
second wile. 


Pm 


“Would you mind locking me in the vault with that 
young lady in the polka dot dres?” 


SHEPHERD MARKET 
(continued from page 24) 


her own procuring and she keeps her 
own money. 

She saves it for Tike most middle or 
Jower class Europeans, she wants to buy 
a busines. This will. she is sure, sup 
port her when slipping off her pani 
won't. She typically wants to buy 
small store, perhaps back in her home 
town, or she might want to buy a bar 
and grill, But these a 
least to her — and she 
it on $100 а week. 

The highest caring girls im Shey 
herd Market are the girls who, Румен 
ol sleeping wi 

They cater to rich g who 
enjoy the sexual anties most people a 

ih Pars These gentle 

often like to watch, so the top level 
girls are happy to oblige, either with 
other girls or with hired men, This costs 
about $30, but it cin rum much high 
Some gentlemen like to watch porn 
graphic movies, in the company of Shep- 
herd Market girls, and this can be easily 


arranged, This costs about 550, bur 
ten more than one man will share 
expenses 

The reigning queen of these 


Койо ё à. woman of about 43 known 
imply as Billie. She lives with a gil 
friend in the most expensive dwelling 
in Shepherd Marker. The house h 
massive iron gate. a replace straight out 
of the era of Henry the Eighth, and а 
bed which is exactly three times as wide 
эз а standard double bed. (А customer 
^s a testile manufacturer from 
Leeds, has his factory weave the sheets 
especially for her; they are black.) 
d, ansing, Rabelaisian 
character who took to Shepherd Market, 
WW to the time-honored tradition, 
when a love aflair she 
friend some 90 odd years before lelt her 
pregnant but not married. She has sup 
ported herself —and her daughter — 
fever since, and she runs her Shepherd 
Market home as a princess might run 
a caste, Tt is the very essence of puning 
ашу 
Billie's secret is simple, Rich gende: 
men Hike to do odd things with her and 
Billie doesn't mind. One man appar 
gets a kick out of wrapping Billie 
ma huge 
Billie charges h 
ment of the elixir of Jove. Another likes 
to drive Billie imo the country, and 
have fun and games in the front stat of 
his open sports car, $130, tou 
There is hardly am imaginable thing 
Billie won't do, for a price, and a good 
price. But this is not the whole point 
Lots of the Shepherd Market girls will 
do anything, but they don't do it with 
Billie's йай. She tells jokes, she laughs. 


and she is endlessly gay. There arc other 
girls who are almost on а level with 
Billie — but. not quite. 

And thus it is appropriate that Billie 
is the hostess at the one glittering night 


In certain circles in London it is con- 
sidered distinct social privilege to be 
invited to Billic's on Chrisunas Eve. Not 
everyone can come; merely being a cus 
tomer doesn’t help at all. Billie chooses 
her guests with extreme precision. And 


of course for onc of the girls to be in- 
vited means she hay made the grade. 
"These parties take place on an almost 
phantasmagoric level. ‘The 1955-1956 
party was reportedly one of the best, 
partly because Billie's daughter, Joan, 
back from school for the Christmas 
holidays and lor the first time was al- 
lowed to attend. 
Guests could hardly squeeze in the 
door because of the eases of champagne 
led outside. АШ the gentlemen wore 
dinner jackets and the ladies glcamed in 
their new Paris dresses. Waiters passed 


around caviar, of course, and in a comer 
а string trio sawed decorously away at 
Mozart. 

As long as Joan remained at ше 
party, it was as mild as an old maid's 
dream, since all the guests and all the 

ils knew 


vat Billie. lor all these years, 
wanageıl to shield Joan 
principally by keeping her away at 
school — from the knowledge of how 
ing. Voices were 
hushed, people toasted each other mur- 
murously and not a wicked joke was 
told. 

Promptly at nineihirty, Joan put on 
a coat, bade everyone goodnight, got 
into her car and drove off. Then, accord- 
ing 10 reports, the lid blew off. The 

murs ceased and the yells began. 

string trio went home, the phono- 
graph was turned on and everyone pro 
ceeded to get just as plastered as possible. 
just as immediately as possible. Dinner 
‘kets — and some Paris gowns hit the 
oor. The party lasted until noon the 

xt day, arrangements having be 
de for Joan to remain with a girl 
friend, and it seems sad that it had to 
end even then. Bur human stamina, 


presumably, can take just so much. 
For the 


pherd Market girls who. 
‘was the of the 
year and when they got back to standing. 
оп the street corner in their rain coats, 
y the short. narrow streets of 
wick, they must have felt 


proud 
So there they stand now, Cynthia 
among them. ‘They are a lot of things 
the Shepherd Market girls. but И there's 
оне thing they're not. Из prostitutes. 
Ask them. 
а 


HUSTLER 


(continued from page 56) 


tive darkness seemed worse. He began 
to walk down the street hastily, looking 
for a cab stand. His own (очерк 
‘echoed around him as he walked. There 
seemed to be no cabs anywhere on the 
mrect He began walking faster. The 
back of his neck was sweating again, It 
was a very hot night; the air felt heavy 
against his skin. There were no cabs. 
And then, when he heard the slow, 
dense hum of a heavy car moving 
down the street in his dircetion, heard 
it from several blocks away and turned 
his head to sce it and to see that there 
was no cablight on й, he knew — 


abruptly and lucidly, as some men at 
some certain times know these things— 
what was happeı 


He began to run; but he did not 
know where to run. He turned a corner 
while he was still two blocks ahead of 
the cur and when he could fec йз lights, 
palpably, on the back of his neck, and 
tried to hide in a doorway, fattening 
himself out against the door. Then, 
when he saw the lights of the car as it 
began its turn around the corner he 


realized that the doorway was too shal- 
Jow. that the lights would pick him ош. 
Something in him wanted to scream, He 
pushed ims from his place, stumbled 
down the street, visualising in his mind. 
а place, some sort of a place betwee 
buildings where he could hide com 
pletely and where the car could never 
But the buildings were all 
иһ no space at all between 
them; and when he sw diat this was 
lso saw at the same instant that 
dus were Rooding him. And 
then he heard the car stop. There wis 
nothing more to do. He turned around 
and looked at the car, blinking. 

Two men had got out of the back 
seat; there were two morc in front. He 
could sce попе of their faces; but was 
relieved that he could not, could not 
жес the one face that would be bloated 
like an Eskimo's amd with eyes like 
p 

The men were holding the door open 
for him. 

"Well; he sii 
climbed into Ше back seat. His lile 
leather case was still in his right hand. 
He gripped it tightly. It was all he had. 


“I heard about that double cross you 


pulled on J.B., Tom 


Frankly, we need a 


man like you in our organization.” 


75 


PLAYBOY 


BIRD 

(continued from page 52) 
bouts with dope, recoveries, bouts with 
liquor, recovery from stomach ulcers, 
departures from and reconciliations 
with Chan. Пе tried to get off the hop. 
but couldn't. "I think,” says Bird fan 
Lon Flanigan, Jr., “he had resigned him- 
self to и. He spoke of develo} 
mind in а sound body. of playing jare 
just a few more years and then going 
to Europe to study composition, and of 
scutling down. But there was something 
about the way he spoke that made me 
think he knew damned well it was all 
а dream, He just wasn't the sell. denying. 
type, and he knew it” 

Norman Granz helped him get on his 
fect for а time. Granz conceived the 
idea of putting him in front of a string 
group; he made some records and 
toured with it, but it was not too suc 
cessful, The purist Bird fans disliked 
his working with the strings; others 
thought some of his most beautiful 
solos were done im this period. They 
rank Just Friends as one of the best of 
his records. That was recorded in 1950, 
the year in which he really began to [all 
apart. "The Bird has begun to moult,” 
one cat said. In 1959, after Bird's lie 
de daughter died, he seemed to have 
lost all hope. Now managers of clubs 

ud ballrooms were hostile; previously 
they had i 
and even when he had failed to show 
for giga they had been willing to book 

Tater. But they had had enough. 

had caused so many scenes at 
and that at times he was not per 
а inside. Once he even had to buy 
а ticket to get in; the managers were 
feeling especially benevolent that night. 
In September, 195, the club decided 
they could not ignore the public clamor 
any longer. Although Bird was not play- 
ing as well as formerly, his fans still 
were loyal ‘The managers took him 
back with the string group. On opening 
day, he left his house early and went to 
the barber, and friends reported seeing 
him looking fine in the afternoon, But 
somewhere he must have met a pusher, 
That might in the club, before the 
packed house, he went to pieces on the 
stand, The strings began with East of 
the Sun and he came in playing Dane- 
ing in the Dark. He screamed angrily 
over the microphone, using faurletter 
words, He fell; he fired the musicians 
olf tl Дик he swallowed. 
iodine and they hauled him to Bellevue. 

When Вий got out, he went back to 
Chan, amd they started over one more 

New Hope, Pennsylvania, 
o town to play a Town Hall 

Leonard Feather says “He 


came 
concert" 
looked healthy, played magnificently, 
and told me he was commuting daily 


between New Hope and Bellevue, where 
he was undergoing psychiatric treat- 


ment He had dropped 20 pounds of 
fat and seemed like a new man.” 

A month later Feather saw bim again 
in a bar near Birdland. The bloat was 
back; the sad eyes were glazed; he 
could scarcely speak. 

There was only one more public 
scene. Birdland reluctantly gave him a 
chance to work off some of his obliga- 
tions in a twonight engagement with 
Bud Powell, Kenny Dorham, Art Blakey 
and Charlie Mingus, Bot again he 
‘caused a scene, walked off the stand, re- 
faxed to go back om, publicly hum 
ated Bud Powell and was finally lo- 
‘ated ош in the street with tears stream- 
ing down his face. In February, 1955, 
he started out on tour but returned to 
New York within a few days He was 
separated from Chan and liv 
Village with one of his № 
friends. On the night of March 9 he 
staned off for a job in Boston but 
stopped off at the Fifth Avenue apart 
ment of Baroness Nica Rothschild de 
The Baroness was a 


Kocnigswarter. 
great jazz fan. 

Im the Barones pad, Bird complained 
ol dificulty in breathing. Не fainted. 
The Baroness called a doctor, who re- 
‘commended that Bird be removed to a 
hospital immediately. Bird refused to 
зо. He remained in the apartment with 
the Baroness looking after him until 
Saturday night. Watching the Dorsey 
Brothers Show on TV. he suddenly be- 
gan to cough. Then he died. Later, 
when they opened bim up, they found 
that he had been suffering from pneu- 
monia, ulcers and cirrhosis 

They wok his body to Bellevue, 
where it lay unclaimed for 48 hours. 
Chan didn’t know he was there; nobody 
Anew, evidently, except the Barones. 
Nor did she make any attempt to pet in 
touch with any of his friends. When the 
body finally was discovered to be that of 
Charlie Parker. Mrs Doris Snyder 
Parker flew in from Chicago to claim it. 
Chan, 100, tried to claim it 

To many of Binls friends, the Це 
neral—held in the Abysinian Baptist 
Church on 138th Surect— was a sorry 
shambles. Lennie ‘Tristano had wanted 
to play the organ; he wanted to play 
Bird's tunes, Instead, there was The 
Lost Chord. The minister said to those 
of Bird's friends who were preso 
Tristano, Dizzy, Charlie Shavers, Louis 
Bellon amd others — that Bird had been 
put im the world to make people happy, 
and that И he had been alive hc would 
have told his friends to be up and do- 
ing because Ше was not am empty 
dream. The musicians nearly became 
sick, but they knew the man was try 
tw say something nice and they appre- 
Gated the effort. Then, as а climax, ог 
nadir, the body was sent back to Kansas 
Cigy the last place, Bird had said, 
where he wanted to be buried. 


“1 sat there myself at that funeral," 
one friend said later, “tears coming out 
‘of my eyes, feeling holy, thinking of the 
last time 1 was with him. He was down 
in a pad on Tenth Street, stripped 
naked, playing the sixophone so hot if 
he had been skinned he would have 
been happy. Не didn't know how sick 
he was—but he was so far gone 1 
thought he would drop dead. 1 thought 
of times Га played the violin for hin 
E when he was on the stand in. 
his prime, with Max Reach wailing be 
hind him on drums And 1 thought of 
bow many bills I'd had to pay in hotels 
for quilts and blankets and rugs that 
burned because he'd fallen asleep with 
а cigarette in his hand. 1 thought of the 
near escapes with the police and how 
he'd had the nerve to tow me a syringe 
and vell me to get rl of it. 1 thought of 
all the TOU he had given me, enough 
to paper my house with. 1 thought of 
all these things and 1 thought il he were 
alive Td work with him again if he 
asked me." 

That could serve as Bird's epitaph, 


FORMAL FASHIONS 

(continued from pace 36) 
hot stm this year; a season or two ago, 
faille was king. 

Shirts have really changed, and most 
have gone from plain to fancy. In fact, 
too fancy. This applies particularly to 
those lace loaded jobs, ‘The more rugged 
textures, horizontal tucks, and allover 
miniature dors are just about as jazzy as 
ме саге to see а dress shirt get. 

Hats are seen on the bestdresscd nog 
gins under the moon, indeed are almost 
a must for late hor gadding, In warmer 
‘limes, the straw boater (or “katy") is 
making a return bid for headlines. It 
takes a certain amount of dash to wear 
it, but even those endowed with коте 
what less saoir faire than Chevalier can 
frequently bring it off, In the cooler re 
gions, the soft black elt built along 
casual lines looks new and neat. А nar 
rower brim and a squarer crown make 
a man and his lid look like they're not 
complete strangers. A hard, hard hom- 
burg is an unfriendly evening, compan- 
ion for most of us, 

Your billlold for evening wear sh 
be slim, sleck and light in weight, de- 
pending, of course, on how much loot 
You load into it. Jewelry is discreet with 
jumbo cuff links эсеп less and los. Shoes 
эге of a duller finish — with calfskin tak 
ing over much of the ground formerly 
held by shiny patent leather. 

To all. whatever direction a guy 
alter dark — north or south — ther 
new course charted. The formal 
are interesting, the scenery good and 
most of the natives are friendly. 


(continued from page 20) 
buildup in introductions by NLC when 
presenting guest stars оп variety shows. 
"These factors are very conducive to nap- 
taking, when the viewer really wishes to 
stay awake and see the show. Г would 
make it a penitentiary ollense to manu- 
facture threctone paint job automobile 
bodies. 1 would command Jackie Gleason 
to perform "Reginald Van Gleason Ш" 
and say to some lady his famous line 
"Manny, but you're fat,” at least twice 
a week indefinitely! 1 would order the 
invention of some Kind of Maxim Silen- 
cor for small dogs that bark at the wrong 
ime. 1 would put а clamp on the term 
." Self conscious “teenagers” 
more so when they see that in 
print and actually bein to consider it 
a cue lor le. or some 
sort of an ім in reality they are 
probably just very nice youngsters. I 
would order that certain lange American 
automobiles not be allowed to stick out 
the back. "Trusing I make my- 
self clear, If not — so overthrow me! 
JIMMY DURANTE 
1 here highly resolve that everybody 
should give big cities their due in 1957. 
But to understand this let me tell you 
how come 1 got such strong ideas about 
big cities. 1 was born in New York City 
"morc than 60 years ago. Г was raised on 
the lower East Side. My dad owned a 
barbershop and he had a lota pals. 1 
guess 1 was pretty young when 1 realized 
how much it meant to have friends — not 
just passing acquaintances. T was in my 
teens when 1 went to work. I began 
laying piano in some of the little clubs 
in and around the Bowery and Coney 
Island. I wet to come home late, or 
сапу E should say, in the morning. Pretty 
won 1 knew everybody around our 
¡cighiborhood. Al Smith used to come 
що my pop's place for a haircut. A lot 
famous people did. I soon learned 
the value of friendship and what loyalty 
really means. Looking back on ray years 
in show business it seems that most of 
my jobs kept me up kinda late. "Thats 
how T got used to staying up all night. 
Even today 1 don't go to sleep until the 
early hours, Theres always something 
to do in a big city and 1 can ually find 
it, 1 even rehearse late at night in my 
home. You might ask what 1 can do in 
the city that you can't do in the country. 
That's easy. И 1 want to sce a late show 
I can always go to а club or to a late 
for something to eat. There's 
pot open. Im а big city its 
casy to be with а gang of your pals at 
any hour. I like to be hopping around 
and there's a big variety in the big city. 
А choice of shows, clubs, food and even 
jing. Amd since I'm talking about 
ities, my favorite is New York. T 
got the biggest thrill of my life last 
spting when I returned to the Copa 


there, There was а standing ovation that 
actually brought a lump to my throat 
It’s my town, For years the lue Lou 
‘Clayton and Eddie Jackson and 1 played 
‘on Broadway. ICs а wonderful town and. 
it holds many great memories for me 
And what memories! “The taxis honking, 
the people shouting. people hurrying 
someplace. the gang at Lindy's or Toots 
Shors. The snow on the streets in winter, 
the first days of spring and even the hot 
summer months. Going to the fights at 
the Garden, the ball games and the races, 
the beach on Sunday and looking at the 
big buildings, the subway trains — to me 
! wonderful and in 1957 Fd like w 
hear a little less about the greatness of 
the country and more about the city. 
PHIL SILVERS 
1 here highly resolve that all bachelors 
all remain so in 1957. Have you ever 
seco an unhappy bachelor? Newer! Hes 
а footloose, fancée-tree fellow who has 
nobody to share the troubles he'd have 
if he were married. Any member of this 
superior breed of man has only one 
problem. Women — they're the opposi 
tion sex — have a strange belief that the 
words happy and bachelor just don't go 
together. There's the inevitable ques 
jon, “How come you're а bachelor 
Believe me, she doesn't want a reason. 
She wants an excuse, Mine was very sim- 
ple: I was born that way. И women are 
ever in doubt about a man's marital sta 
tus, the best way tn find out is to watch 
him open his wallet. If he turns his back. 
he's married. Companionship is a great 
selling point for marriage which some 
how eludes me. The idea, Г understand. 
is to “do things together.” You teach her 
to drive so she can relieve you on long 
trips and all of a sudden you need two 
cars in the family. Give her a chance at 
the golf dubs and her first score makes 
you realize how much you like bowling. 
But the greatest example of companion- 
is when you run into a fellow who, 
after being married six months, says wi 
a big grin: "My wife isn't talking to me!" 
On the other hand, being single is great. 
In the frst place, the one thing a bache. 
lor can do that a married man can't is 
just as he pleases. And his physical com 
dition? Healthy, my boy, because there's 
mo wedding ring to stop his circulation 
‘Then there's the money. Тез all his: and 
bachelor knows 
1o my fellow men 
who might be on the brink of disaster: 
when the little doll says she'll live on 
your income, she means it all right. But 
just be sure to get another one for 
yourself. Closing thought # 1: women 
profess to hate confirmed bachelors, yet 
have you noticed how they always wind 
wp marrying onc? Closing thought #2: 
Im glad someone else will have to 
keep this resolution. I can't I got 
hooked last October. 


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that enormous rock where there's not as 
much as a bush or a blade of grass even 
for cover. Ol course she was terribly up- 
set, and 1 must say for Jerry that he was 
very chivalrous and instead of driving 
of hell for leather as perhaps some men 
would have done, he got out and con 
soled her to the best of his ability 

You may imagine that these stories 
burst upon Elinor with all the bright- 

ess of Jerry Biedelmeyers headlights 
making clear the road she was to follow, 
but if you do you will be very wrong. 
She felt and showed the natural degree 
of amusement, but оше she had re- 
joined the other group the incidents 
themselves faded from her mind, or 
sank into it, leaving only а bright res 
due, like panned.out gold, to add to the 
‘excitement and admiration she Felt for a 
Ше that was s0 free and cheerful and 
‘worked out so well in the end. 

You menn to say she didn't get the 
idea from achat these other dames told 
her? 

So much to the contrary that, had she 
remembered these stories in deuil, I 
think she would not h 
did, because then an е 
lation would have entered in 
would have been entirely incompatible 
with the love that irradiated her whole 
being. Her mind and her body were 
now unanimous in telling her that this 
Лоте was beautiful and right. Tt is one 
of the lovely dangers of unfilled love, or 
Just, as you. my dear sir, like to call it, 
that when the body and mind are 
complete harmony it is because the Ви. 
ter has made all the necessary conces 
sions And it is one of the lovely dam- 
ers ol stories we have heard and for- 
gouen dut they sometimes reappear 
appareled in all the glory and Fden- 
freshness of absolute originality, which 
accounts, by the way, for the incredible 
number of lawsuits that bedevil our 
entertainment industries 

During the weeks that followed, ЕЁ 
inor, though she tried hard to be sensi 
ble, began to be a litte less convinced 
that there was nothing that Henry Me 
Bride could ever эге in her. This was a 
Tor Hemy Melride, like a 
а legend, was already undhake- 
dicated to a damsel he had seen 
a vision, of whom he knew neither. 
her name mor her dwelling. nor what 
wastes he might have to traverse or ogres 
to overcome in order to find and win 
her, but only that she combined the 
face of Maureen Biedelmeyer with the 
fortune of Rachel Bickling. Вис al- 
though Elinors error was grave, it was 
not an entirely presumptuous one. 
After all, Mr. McBride, though damn 
ably likely to succeed. iw only in the 


earliest process of doing so. He is a new- 
Comer, a partner so junior in his frm. 
that he is practically an employee. Eli 
mor was able tenderly to regard him as 
nearer her own status than to that of the 
wealthy young men of Vallambrosi, 

His kindnesses continued, and they 
were marked by an indefinable some 
thing that seemed to suggest he woul 
be yet warmer and closer И only he 
could bring himself to overstcp some li 
(Це barrier that lay between himsell and 
Flinor, The plain truth is that, endeav 

ing through Elinor to win the heart 
of Mrs. Dunlop. nically used 
up for the purpe 
scribed as leftovers from his treatment 
of the older lady. His manner was at 
once caressing amd respectlul, at once 
iar and shy, It was exactly right for 
we on a lady of Mis, Dunlop's age and 
wealth and position, where the barrier 
would be naturally ascribed to a proper 
difidence, but to Elinor this mann 
was deceptive in the extreme. Her body, 
Mushing at a nd vob: 


word 


am intoxicating 
beautiful. interpr 
true one, and that all his lile adv 
were the expression of a state of b 
in love without knowing it, as in 
motion pictures, amd that his shy те 
eats before the unspecified barrier 
were due to her unfortunate face 

Elinor and her body now being one. 
she had come to disown her face. t 
this alien and falsifying face that 

of the unspeakable happiness 
к in love, and knowing it 
might bring to Mr. Henry McBride. 

On the night of the triumphant pro: 
duction of the Lysutrata, Elinor got rid 
of her face. The masks, executed by 
Parrot and Bigelow were simple, Tight 
and airy, and extremely attractive, They 
were done in somewhat the classical 
manner, but softened and sweetened as 
if for a rather good perfume advertise 
ment. In combination with the 
dresses and sandals the effect was not 
at all as bad as it sounds, and Fleming 
Parrot had been careful to arrange a 
variety of poses for Flinor such as were 
admirably adapted to bring out the full 
persuasiveness of her arguments in the 
came of peace. Certain of these poses 
brought her into dhe most thrilling те 
lationship with Henry McBride himell, 
who was also playing a small effective 
рам. 

‘Our Drama Group has the advantage 
of a friendly audience; applawe and 
curtain calls are accorded even to its 
worst failures, The Lysistrata, so Greek, 
зо modern, so sexy, so bawdy, and yet 
perfectly all right because its a лек, 
received a positive ovation, Every per 
former who had a part with a name to 


in a spotlight as bright as the headlights 
iedelmeycr's convertible. 


in was lowered and cham 
like a condensation of the ap 
se, popped and foamed and bub 
bled in everyone's hand, Tongues wag- 
1 19 to the dozen. Everyone congrat 
lated everyone ehe. Elinor, you looked 
absolutely beautiful. 1 was watching you 
Irom the wings. If you'd had no arms 
amd но clothes ГА have thought you 
were the Venus dí Milo, 
went up to ch 
the stage аі 
people went up, and at last no one was 
left but Henry McBride amd Elinor 
a couple of others. Henry went up 
Elinor shortly followed him. The other 
и oll to dressing rooms near the 
jj pool because there was no 
for all the cast in the building be 
lind the stage. 
1 don't know, gentlemen, if you are 
miliar with the layout of the Country 
Club, Behind the big hall where the 
stage is put up there is 
building, its upper floor app 
an outside staircase. This in the old 
days contained the changing rooms for 
our golf and tennis players. The ladies’ 
showers are at one end —the gentle 
men’s at the other. Next to the ladies 
showers was Elinor's cubicle, which was 
very small, as it had been stolen from 
the shower room at a time when the 
pressure on space was increasing and 
‘our handsome new changing rooms had: 
not yet been built. Before that, the next 
itle to Elinor's had opened into the 

showers, and this advantage was re 
peated in the one she occupied. as И 
Kompensation for its lack of space. Thus 
she had a door through which she en- 
ered, а window opposite, a door on her 
left to the showers, and a door to her 
right which led to the next cubicle, 
which was occupied by Mr. Henry Me 
Bride. 

‘On her way 


p the outside staircase 
Elinor met a whole stream of those who 
had retired carlier, changed, and were 
their way to the har. In the cor 
above she found an air of emptiness. 

‘This litle wooden building is hot 
at night. Elinor’s window was 
Through this window came the heavy 
scent ol a datura blooming, in the shrub- 
bery below, and a babble of voices from 
the 
voices were submerged under the sound 
of the radio, tuned up too high. playing 
Some Enchanted Evening. 

Minor, tra by applause and 
praise, her mask pushed back on to the 
top of her head, looked into the long 
glass and pulled her mask into place 

She unbuttoned and shed her 
is tonic and got rid of certain 
other things she was wearin; 


as she did so not to do what she was 
soing to de. She looked into the glass 
and it was beautiful and it was 


night. 


0 
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our heads even in our 
ments suggested: 1 opened the wrong 
door: 1 thought it was the shower. The 
п the radio sang: You will sce a 


‘of those small voices which go on 
quietly somewhere deep in 
vost exalted mo- 


stranger. And the wordless voice of her 
body also surged up like music to which 


she had no difficulty in fitting words of 
the purest poetry, and so right. Hc will 
see ше. He will He will 


towards me. He will take 
aris . . . Whereupon, simple, deluded. 
burning with love, lovely m her naked 
nes and her mask, she threw open the 
door a 

fon the threshold of the dressing n 
Mr. Henry McBride. 

In company with Mr. 
were seated, a little fatigued, liste 
to the music, Mrs Dunlop, Mrs. Carter, 
old Mr. Frisbee and his grandson Мах 
just back at home after his first term at 
Groton. There were a few seconds, 
seemed longer. of absolute petri 
fication on the part of everyone present 

"The effects of shock are well known 
to us all. Lawyers advie that. should 
we become involved in а car аай. we 
should say as little as possible for fear 
of making some damaging admision. 
Elinor. as honest а girl as ever breathed. 
stood stunned and forgetful of the ex 
аве about the shower, until, pushing 
up her mask as И to lay hare the lex 
miserable absurdity of the situation, she 
allowed the truth to burst up out of this 
inconvenient honesty of hers: 

I thought you were alone, she sid. 

Mr. McBride's high squeak of repudi 
ation was masterly and convincing. God 
knows what Elinor th 
Ihave said, assuming she was capable of 
thinking at all, God knows what he 
could have said to save her, even as 
suming he had wanted to. Nevertheless 
I take the liberty of hating his guts for 
mot saying it. He was voluble enough 

assurances and his denials when 
at fast the door slammed behind her 

Next day, of course, Elinor resigned 
from the Club, as was right. proper and 
universally expected of her. From the 
material point of view it seems to have 
been а lite precipitate, for had she 
waited until her resignation was de 
rdcd she would almost certainly have 

rc Ice refunded her. With 
S500 she could have gone away and 
found а new job. As it was, she was un- 
able to. 

I hope T have sufficiently answered 
your questions, gentlemen. It is nearly 
2:00 o'clock. 1 must be geting back to 
the inquest. 

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