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PLAYBILL ?*: WE'LL WAIT
while you flip to

page 19 and check the eagerly-awaited
winners of the first ann PLAYBOY JA;
вом. But as soon as you've cheered
raucously for the winners and shed a
manly tear or two for the losers, report
back here pronto for a foretaste of all
the other good things in this issue . . .
Budd Schulberg, with one novel, rose
to eminence in American letters. It was
What Makes Sammy Run?, а story about
Hollywood, and Schulberg was well-
equipped to write on that subject: his
own lather had been a big studio mogul
and the young Budd had been raised in
the milieu of movie-making. Since
Sammy, Schulberg has written of other
things — the. fight game (The Harder
They Fall), labor unions (Waterfront) —
but for his latest work he has returned
10 home ground and written about the
son of a big studio mogul. A Second
Father, the new Schulberg novelette
which rtavnoy is pleased-as-punch to
present in this February issue, delves
into the torments of a young boy with
a rich and preoccupied father a
tale touchingly told by a guy who's been

GOLD

there. We think you'll like it.

Jayne Mansfield appears in these pages
for the third February in а row, but this
time it's a Mansheld with a difference;
she was never a plain-Jayne, but wait
until you get a load of the new improved
version! Sally Todd is another young
lady who will pique your interest, we
feel — you may remember her as the girl
who took the Champagne Flight to Las
Vegas last June. This time she's our
Playmate and you have a date with һе

Speaking of voung lad mela
Moore is а very young lady
last year, at the tender
brought out a tart novel wise
teen-agers. titled Chocolates Jor Вусав-
fast—one of those her-body-was-suddenly-
alive - with awareness - she - -not-
known-itwas-capableof sort of things —
and thereby shocked a lot of people who
thought young ladies’ bodies should not
come suddenly alive until voting а
ever. For pLayroy, Pam has wr

can mal
Valentine's Day

v is observed by droll
ack Cole, in collaboration with Shel
lverstein: these two peerless pranksters
have suggested a slew of gifts rather d
ferent from those usually thought of in
connection with St. Valentine's festival
February is the month in which we offi-
cially remember the father of our
country. too. so Thomas Mario has given
us George Washington Ale Hcre — the
lowdown on Colonial cookery.

iciion. the Schulberg novcleue aside,
takes a zany turn this month, with witty
weirdic Robert Bloch telling the с!
ing salesman могу to end all traveling
salesman stories and Herbert Gold
chronicling the adventures of the DJ to
end all DJs. We've ribbed Gold. from
time to time, about the eccentric ver-
bosity of his titles (4 Steady, High-Type
Fellow, All Married Women Are Bad,

BLOCH AND FRIEND

Yes, The Man Who Was Not With It,
etc). Never one to take a rib without
ribbing back, he handed in a story for
this issue with a title that stretched a full
seven inches across the typewritten page.
We enjoyed the story greatly, but told
him we'd have to boil the title down
to a mere two inches or print the issue
on larger paper. Retorted Herb: "Му
long title is good, funny, unforgettable,
flamboyant, outrageous and appro-
priate!” Well, since Gold is a steady,
high-type fellow, as well as the author of
three novels, winner of rrAvsov's 1956
$1000 Fiction Bonus (lor The Right
Kind of Pride, October issue) and har-
vester of more writing prizes, awards and
fellowships than you

of type at. we decided to giv
way with his blankety-blank title. 1
fore, you'll find The 44-Yeay-Old_ Boy
Disc Jockey and the Sincere-Type Song-
stress in this issue, title intact: it's Herb's
sixth story for PLAYBOY. And because we
were so nice about T. 44 Y.O.B.D.]..
T.S.T.S.. he's promised us another yarn,
with a title only four words loi Or
he say four letters? Knowing Herb,
we wouldn't be at all surprised.

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EJ лоокеѕѕ pLavsoy MAGAZINE + 232 E. OHIO ST., CHICAGO 11, ILLINOIS

HOLIDAY DINNER
Would you do me a big favor and go
out of business? It’s bad enough that
my husband and two sons read the
darned thing and fight over it, but now
they don’t want the regular turkey din-
ner this year. It has to be The Holiday
Dinner printed in rtAvnov (November).
Do you blame me for being steamed up?
Ethel Glazer

New York, №

w York

JAZZ POLL
Fhe very best of luck with the big
jazz poll.

Stan Kenton
Hollywood, California
Thanks, Stan, and congratulations,
See page 19.

GASLIGHT BALLAD
While perusing the November rray-
nov, we were pleased beyond measure to
discover that our basic philosophy of
lile has been put to music as the theme
song of the Gaslight Club. For емһе
reasons, we would certainly appreciate
the words and music to Work is the
Curse of the Drinking Classes.
Bob Moorman and roommates
Vanderbilt University
Nashville, Tennessee
The words and music to the song
Неге» to the Good Old Days, or Work
is the Curse of the Drinking Classes is
being sent you with the compliments of
the Gaslight Club.

MOST PUZZLING PUZZLE
Re: That liule quiz, Dollars and Centi-
ments, in the November issue, your boy
Jack may not have been a mean man
with a buck, but he sure knew how to
et the most out of it. Any guy who can
start out with $92.43, spend $70.47, and
sull have $43.92 left is doing pretty
good for himself. Every time I figure it
up. all he has left is $21.96. Ате you
sure he didn't dip into Anette's stock-
ing to the tune of another $21.96?
Ed Ver Hoef
Champaign, Шок

Did 1 miss the entire point of the
puzzle, Dollars and Centiments, ог did
Anette slip Jack $21.96 in stud fees along

the way? If, as vou say, Jack began with
$92.43, spent 58.51 before dinner, his
balance was $83.92, half of which he
spent for food to strengthen this quail
for conquest. Jack now has $41.96, and
since he obviously doesn’t believe
working on a full stomach, he blows
another $20.00 before getting down to
the business for which this special session
was called. This figures to $21.96 in
my book, which means that Jack will be
playing in a different league for the rest
of this week. If I'm wrong, forget 1
ever mentioned it—if I'm right, and
Anette is paying these rates, let me know
where she can be reached.

J. B. Helsel

Allentown, Pa.

Though our eyes are bloodshot from
lack of sleep, our minds dulled to the
point of insensitivity, and our diges
tive systems wracked with pain from
overdoses of black coffee, we can still
muster sufficient energy to cry out: “Oh.
fie on you!”

‘The problem of Jack and his finances
(Dollars and Centiments, November) is
the cause of our agony. We, singly and
collectively, have labored long over this
gem and have concluded that Jack did
not walk home because:

Винс unable to recover from

the experience 10 accurately deter-

mine the state of his financial condi-

tion the following mor As a

financial expert, Jack will amount to

nothing; as a playboy, he is sure of
success,

2. Anette must be terrific, because

PLAYHOY's solution was also impossible.

As for us, we shall never be the same.
Please, no more unsolvable financial
problems in erAvnoy — we have enough
of these already.

О. A. Wunderlich, F. Emerson Ivey, Jr
Earl К. Sevbert, Fred H. Macke
John B. Jones, Baltimore. Marvland.

We goofed and we admit it, and we
apologize to the several hundred readers
who apparently stayed up into the carly
hours pondering an impossible puzzle.

Let’s assume, for a better ending to
the story all around, that on the way
ир to his girl's apartment, he bet the

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doorman (a friend} all the money still
in his pocket that he would not be
shown out that night. The next morn-
ing, having collected his bet, he noticed
that he had exactly as many dollars as
he had had cents the night before, and
as many cents as dollars.

JANET ON THE AIR
JANET PILGRIM WAS SMOOTHEST NEWS-
CASTER DARTMOUTH HEARD IN YEARS.
HOWEVER DARTMOUTH RADIO STATION CALL
LETTERS ARE NOT WGBS BUT WDBS. DART-
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LATIONS ON FINE ARTICLE, FINE MAGAZINE,
FRANK SAUTER, STATION MGR,

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OLDEST COLLEGE NEWSPAPER
In your October 1956 issue a picture
caption in Janers Date at Dartmouth
reads, "Janet . in the olfices of The
Dartmouth, the oldest college newspaper
in America . . 1 do not wish to
question the veracity of rLaynoy, of
Dartmouth College, their administration
or publication. However, Г enclose a
clipping from another newspaper (The
Miami Student) that makes а similar
daim. Obviously, one is wrong-
Henry Grunder
Miami University.
Oxford, Ohio

HAMPSHIRE,

Though we're not Ivy League, we at
Miami have much rich lore and tradi-
tion. Among these is the Miami Student,
which we claim to be the oldest college
newspaper in the United States — estab-
lished in 1826. As you can see, this does
mot agree with Dartmouth's claim that
their newspaper. The Dartmouth, is the
oldest. We would like to have this issue
settled once and for all. Dartmouth!
Publish vour starting date or relinquish
your claim!

Dave Walker, Bob Cieszynski
Lambda Chi Alpha

Miami University

Oxford, Ohio

This controversy has apparently been
going on for some time. The Dartmouth
claims, on their front page, the title:
“The Oldest College Newspaper in
America”; The Miami Student states, on
their front page: “The Oldest College
Newspaper in the United States.” The
facts seem to be these:

The i Student was founded as
the Literary Focus in 1826; changed its
name to The Miami Student shortly
thereafter.

The tmouth Gazette was founded

in 1799; in 1820 it became The Dart-
mouth Herald; in 1839 this title was
shortened to simply The Dartmouth.

BETTY BLUE

It may interest you то know that
PLAYBoY has a very definite role in the
practice of law at our office. We find

that nothing soothes the savage client
quite so well as a few scattered issues of
your magazine around the office. As for
your November Playmate, Miss Blue —
she has already destroyed the ancient con-
ception of corpus humanum non recipit
aestimationem. ("the human body does
not admit of valuation" — debunked by
Blue) and is the strongest argument for
the doctrine of res communes (descriptive
of such things as are open to the equal
and common enjoyment of all persons
and not to be reduced to private own
ship) that I have ever encountered. For
our office she wouldn't have to take short-
hand or bruise a delicate fir on a
typewriter. In fact I would enjoy Blue
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thurs-
day, Friday and Saturday . . . Vd even
throw in Sundi
May I thank you for a successful year
with rraynoy and to show you that I'm
not kidding, enclosed is my check for
next vear's gift subscriptions to my favor-
ite clients. May we have more of Miss
Blue in the future? P-l-e-a-s-e!
S. Myron Klarfeld,
Klarfeld Klarfeld,
Counsellors at Law
Boston, Massachusetts

I'm getting married next month be-
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seen ‘em all, but your buxom Betty Bluc
really does . . .. I mean, she's... ah,
you know what I mean.

Ki Punches
Sylvania, Ohio

LOVER
I must tell you how much T enjoyed
The Lover of the Coral Glades by
Adrian Conan Doyle in the November
issue. I have never read anything quite
so charming before in my life. It is
sentimental without being maudlin, sim-
ple yet not childish, I've always enioyed
the other fiction you've included in the
magazine, but this really makes me want
to say congratulations to Mr, Doyle. It
is truly a fine short story,
Lillian Forchheimer
Flushing, New York

It's a damned rare occasion when а
story is good enough to jog this type-
writer to a letter of praise; it’s rarer still
that an illustration is. So cheers all the
way up the line: (1) To Zcke Ziner for
the really superb illustration for Lover
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fine work.): (2) Louder cheers for art di-
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such fine work, there are even fewer who
have the good sense to buy it, even when
they see it.); (8) And lastly, to you, who
had the judgment to hire Paul, who had
the taste to buy from Ziner, who had . . .

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Portland, Oregon

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A passle of men have come along with
а passle of books concerning the arts of
the gullet, and the season of cold days
and long nights seems а good time to re-
port on them. Accordingly, we spent a
couple of jolly weekends cooking, eat-
ing and drinking—all in the line of
work, of course—and can report that
the following merit your attention:

Frank Schoonmaker, international au-
thority on Ше vintner's art, combines
his expertise on this heady subject with
his past experience as a travel writer to
give us, in layman’s lingo, a thorough
exegesis of The Wines of Germany
(Hastings House, $3.50), a book which
can turn the veriest Coke drinker into a
connoisseur, if he will but dally with it
long enough. More importantly, the
wine drinker who wants to know the

origins, properties, quality and lore of
the Teutonic nectars will find this
guided tour valuably instructive, par-

ticularly the section on how to buy and
store these wines. . . . Patrick Gavin
Dufly's bibbers’ bible, The Official Mix-
ers Manual (Garden City, $2.50)
been revised and enlarged by James A.
Beard, and a handsome, handy Baedeker
of barmanship it is. Twelve hundred
potions, potations and decoctions are
authoritatively anatomized, and the up-
to-dateness and fearlessness of this tip-
pler's Hoyle is attested by the recipe for
Martini-on-the-rocks, which calls for only
a couple of dashes of Vermouth to go
with the ice and gin. There's a new
section on wines, too, and a vintage
chart by Frank Schoonmaker.

Some years ago, Marjorie Kinnan
Rawlings delighted her readers with
Cross Creek Cookery, a celebration of

her Florida stamping ground, her gar-
den, her cuisine and her friends, with
regional recipes sprinkled throughout.
Now Edward Harris Heth, previously
known to most of us as a novelist, does
much the same thing (and quite as felic-
itously) for his native Wisconsin's good
earth, good neighbors and good eating.
His title, The Wonderful World of
Cooking (Simon & Schuster, $3.95)
doesn't do this delightful chronicle of
four seasons of bucolic gustation and
healthy sensuality justice, but it does
correctly suggest that there are solid
anks of ambrosial recipes to be sam-
pled, quite a few to be found nowhere
else. . . . Peter Gray's The Mistress Cook
(Oxford, $6.50) is, we suppose, а cook
book by definition, but it bears about as
much relationship to those useful tomes
as epic poetry does to nursery rhymes.
For this is a book to read for pleasure and
edification, as well as straightforward in-
struction. Gray, besides being a dis-
tinguished scientist, is a pourmets
gourmet and a hell of a delightful writer
to boot. His dissertations on menu plan-
ning in terms of flavor contrasts (pun-
gent, smooth, dry, aromatic), his disqui-
sitions on herbs and spices, his layman's
guide to menu French, are not only de-
ightful reading but provide basic infor-
mation we've never scen expounded
elsewhere. The recipes themselves are
gourmet-purist masterpieces.

Jt is entirely possible to be a pretty
good reporter and a pretty bad writer,
but the reverse of this is impossible: a
writer is primarily a reporter; and he is
other things— poet, wit, philosopher —
only secondarily. And so we have Tru-
Capote — delicate delincator of
murky, omnisexual mysticism — report-
ing clearly yet comically the adventures
of a Porgy and Bess woupe in the
U.S.S.R. in a book that takes its title
from the words of a Soviet Ministry of

man

When the cannons аге
heard, the muses are silent; when the
cannons are silent, The Muses Are
Heard" (Random House, $3). We see,
through Capote's eyes, a young Russian
reach hungrily for an oftered stack of
US. paperbacks, only to break away,
mumbling, “1 have not the time"; a cast
member boning up on Russian from an
old Army handbook (“Awr-ga-nih-ra ra-
neen v-pa-lavih-yce: 1 have been wounded
in the privates"); Soviet haute cuisine
(yogurt and raspberry soda); a slang-sling-
ing Russky named Josef "Call Me Joe"
Adamov ("Gimme a buzz you come to
Moscow, you wanta meet some cute
kids") and much more— including Ca-
potes {соъ reporters, Leonard (New
York Post) Lyons and Ira (Reader's Di-
gest) Wolfert, who, by dint of Mr. C's
merciless reporting of their words and
deeds, come across like a pair of prize
jackasses. It's a fascinating hook.

Culture official:

The Day the Money Stopped (Double-
day, $3.75) by Brendan Gill is the kind
of plotless novel in which discerning
ch; ations and brittle, incisive,
sophisticated dialogue constitute reader
appeal in lieu of a story. A rattling of
skeletons is heard as family members
gather for a reading of their wealthy
father's will, The wastrel son who has
been cut off without a cent slugs it out
with his pompous stuffed-shirt brother
and in the process much of the dirty
family linen is washed. There is also a
pretty secretary who works for the
stuffed shirt and is intrigued by the
black sheep. Every sentence is polished
to a high gloss, phrases are twisted and
turned with admirable skill, and the
mordant irony that makes stufled-shirt
righteousness seem laughable and waste-
ful licentiousness seem admirable is ex-

tremely amusing. The detergent effect
of the dialogue makes the dirty linen
kle indeed.

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It would sound a little silly to say that
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and she can put over a song — sentimen-
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Beuy Comden and Adolph Green
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like a leotard. Judy is the pretty girl
with the heart of gold who presides over
the switchboard of a telephone answer-
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to have troubles of one kind or another,
and her off-hours are spent in an anony-
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prime project is Sydney Chaplin (Char-
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has more confidence in a bottle than he
has in his typewriter. Unhappily, the
plot gets involved with bookies and race
track hoodlums from time to time, and
it may strike you as the same old jazz,
But there is always Judy Holliday. Wait
until you hear her put the audience in
her pocket with а burlesque blues num-
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"Im neither a wife nor a mother,"
wails Judy Holliday to husband Richard
Conte who is responsible for the circum-
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herself, rescues the Italian import from.
being a cliché-rife homily on the wages
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Elia Kazan. Karl Malden. Eli Wallach.
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Baby Doll is just that. It is the painfully
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beaked Malden) faced with two hopeless,
cotton-pickin' tasks: to make а going
business out of his dilapidated cotton gin
and to makc his child bride (M aker)
gree to sample the Simmons with him.
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rl vows to remain a virgin until she
cels ready for marriage” in the physi-
cal sense, and cunningly uses this comc-
on to gather material comforts from
the practically resourceless old dufler.
Driven to violence by her increasing de-
mands, he burns down a competing gin
supervised by a tempestuous Sicilian
(Wallach) in a last-ditch effort to bolster
his own sagging economy. Wallach, hell
bent on establishing the arsonist's iden-
tity, first puts Malden out of business
and later gives him suspicions that he
has succeeded. with the virgin kewpic
in one afternoon where Malden has
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KS, SAMUELS was intervi
chauffeur when
from school.

“Hello, Mommy.” He kissed her, duti-
fully, on the cheek and she cuddled him
a moment, asking him the automatic
question, How was school today? Then
she told him to run along and play, she
was very busy now.

“Is Daddy going to take me to the ball
game tonight?”

His mother smiled politely at the ap-
plicant chauffeur to forgive the inter-

ewing a new
Chris came in

id
will do his best, de

"I'm sure Daddy

A SECOND FATHER

he was everything a boy idolizes,
but idols sometimes have feet of clay

"Well he promised . . ."
"Yes, I know, but—" Chris father
was the head of a film studio, a job that
seemed to consist of an endless series of
"conferences" running on into the night.
He was always promising Chris things
that had to be called off at the last
minute because he was "tied up." Mrs.
Samuels did her best to explain this to.
Chris but it was difficult for Chris to
understand. Why couldn't his Dad
simply say, “Look, people, I have to end
this conference in 10 minutes. I have a
date to take my son to Gilmore Stadium."
Why couldn't it be as simple as that?

"But he did promise," Chris said again.

"Chris, I'm busy now.

“You like ball games, sonny?” asked
the man talking to his mother.

Chris turned and looked at him. He
was a square-jawed, ruddy complexioned,
well-built fellow with black curly hair.
He was smiling at Chris an unusually
warm and winning smile that immedi-
ately communicated something impor-
tant to Chris. The man likes me, he
thought. Grown-ups from the picture
studio were always telling Chris what 2
wonderful man his father was and how
they hoped Chris would grow up to be
just like him. Usually they said this
th a little, fond pat on Chris’ shoul-
der, but the 10-year-old boy was never
completely sure they liked him.

"Chris loves to go with his father to
fights and ball games," his mother an-
swered for him. “Of course his father
is terribly busy, so-—"

“When I was a kid I used to watch ‘em
play almost every day,” said this stranger
who liked Chi “Of course I never had
money for a ticket. I got awfully good
at climbing those telephone poles."

He laughed easily, the skin crinkling
around his eyes in straight lines like the
sunrays in Chris drawings. Chris al-
ways felt like laughing when other peo-
ple laughed. Chris mother smiled in-
dulgently, something in her manner say-
ing, And now let us get back to business.

"You say you have no references here
in Los Angeles?"

“Мо, ma'm. I've been with a family
їп Westchester, New York, for the past
three years, ma'm. I did all their driv-
ing and filled in as a butler for their
parties. I even used to give Mr. Haw-
thornc а rubdown on Saturdays. I've
been a physical education instructor.”
"Then he turned toward Chris and said
for his benefit, “I even did a little pro-
fessional boxing when I was a kid."

Chris noticed that the man's nose was
slightly dented about two-thirds down
the bridge. Chris liked the way it looked.
It made the man look tough апа for-
midable and yet he was handsome and
had a gay smile.

“What's your name?" Chris asked the
man suddenly.

“James,” the man said, “James H.
Campbell. H for Hercules. I weighed
14-and-a-half pounds when I was born.”

“Are you going to be our new chauf-
feurz"

James smiled. “That's up to your
mother, young man."

"I hope so," Chris said.

The chauffeur grinned. “Thank you.”
He turned to Mrs. Samuels. “I like kids.
We always get along fin

Chris went over to his mother, “You
are going to make him our new chauf-
feur, aren't you, Mommy?"

Mrs. Samuels’ expression was опе of
gracious embarrassment.

“Now, Chris, will you please go out
and play and let me finish this inter-
view.”

"That evening, as Chris had feared, his
father called from the studio just before
dinner to say how sorry he was that the
Catherine the Great script had hit a
snag and it looked as if he was going to
be tied up with the writers for hours.
They were blocking out an entirely new
final sequence. He hated to disappoint
Chris about the ball game but he would
take him to the next L.A.-Hollywood
game а week from Saturday. That was a

а new поойейе BY BUDD SCHULBERG

“Jeez, get a load of the little prince,” sneered Iggy.

17

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18

promise.

Chris went up to his room and slammed
the door, It wasn't fair, He went back
to the door, opened it and slammed it
again. When he heard his mother com-
ing he threw himself on his bed and
started to cry loudly. His mother was
not sure whether to scold him for slam-
ming the door or sympathize with him
in his disappointment.

“Chrissy, you mustn't give in to your
temper like that. Daddy works very
hard for you, He can't help it if he
has to work so hard.”

Chris gulped back his sobs.

"Is James coming back, Mommy?"

“James?”

“The new chauffeur you were talking
to,"

"Oh, the chauffeur. Well, I don't
know. I also talked to a Japanese boy.”

"Please, Mommy. І want James."

Mrs. Samuels looked at her only son, a
tow-haired, rather frail child who, in
the opinion of his father, needed to be
toughened up. One trouble was that
Sol Samuels was much too busy to do
anything about it and Alma Samuels
liked his being "poetic" and soulful.
She was always saying how sensitive
he was.

"Chris, if James doesn't work out,
well, I don't like to see you disap-
pointed.”

“Oh, Mom, I know he will, he's so

nic

Sol really should make a little more
of an effort when he promises him these
baseball games, Mrs. Samuels was think-
ing. "АП right," she said. “We'll try
him. Just try him, you understand."
She fondled the back of Chris head.
"Wait 'til 1 tell your father that you're
hiring the chauffeurs now.”

James moved into the chauffeur's room
above the garage that Sunday evening.
Next morning Chris was up especially
early so he'd have a chance to talk to
James before school. One trouble with
his father was that he never got up
until after Chris had gone to school.
"That way days, even whole weeks, would.
go by without their seeing each other.
Mr. Samuels was always explaining how
sorry he felt about this and Chris was
always saying that he understood. "He
does understand," his mother would say
proudly. "He's more understanding than
a lot of grown-ups I know." Such praise
made Chris uncomfortable and he didn't
know why.

On Monday morning Chris bolted his
breakfast so recklessly that Winnie, the
mulatto maid, warned him against in-
digestion. Chris gulped down his milk
(‘so you'll have nice strong bones") and
hurried out to the garage. James was
already at work, stripped to his under-
shirt, washing the town car.

"Hi, Chris" James said, as he hosed
down the glossy maroon hood of the

long special-body Lincoln.

Chris liked the way the new chauffeur
called him Chris right away. Not sonny
or lad or buster or any of those drippy
names the others had used. Chris stood
as close as he could to James without
getting wet, and watched in fascination
the way the colored pictures on the
chauffeur's arms rippled into life as he
worked his muscles. On his left arm
was a picture of a woman without any
clothes on, identified in purple letters
as JoAnn. On his right arm was an
American flag and curving around it
was a M-O-T-H-E-R. Chris had never
seen anything like that before. Every-
thing about this new chauffeur was big
and strong and different and fascinating.

"You've got pictures on your arm,"
Chris said.

James raised his hand modestly to
shield the figure of Jo-Ann.

“That's right. I've had "ет on so
long І forgot all about 'em."

"Don't they come off when you take a
bath?"

James explained the principle of
tattooing to Chris.

“Little needles? Don't they hurt a
for?”

“Sure they do. But we just grit our
teeth and take it like a man. ГП bet
you don't cry when you get hurt, do you,
Chris?”

Chris had a tendency to cry more than
he should at goingon-ll. ("I don't
know why he should be such a nervous
child," his mother would say.) But now
he said, "I hardly ever cry."

“That's a boy," said James. “Неге,
hold this hose a minute. I'll go put my
shirt on,”

No one had ever asked Chris to help
wash the cars before. It is hard to ex-
plain how important you can feel when
you aren't quite 11 and are trusted
to hold a hose in your hand. If you
stand too close to the car the water
bounces back and splatters уой, If you
hold the hose too high the stream of
water misses the car entirely and soaks
the roadster and the tools in the garage.
You have to do it just right.

In a few moments James was back
with his uniform jacket on. It but-
toned tight at the neck line like a dress
marine uniform and James wore it very
well. “Thanks, Chris," he said, taking
the hose, “you did a nice job. Now you
can turn the water off."

Chris hastened to obey. James winked
at him. “I can see you're going to be a
big help to me."

“I'll help you wash the cars every
day,” Chris said proudly.

One of the big problems in Chris’ life
was haying to be driven to school in the
town car. Sol Samuels, in a burst of
democratic expression, had insisted that
Chris go to the large public school bridg-
ing the exclusive Windsor Square section

and the plebeian neighborhoods toward
Western Avenue. The school reflected
southern California's cultural overlap-
ping. for there were Mexicans, Japanese
and Negroes as well as white children
whose fathers were not heads or even
assistant heads of movie studios. “I don't
want Chris to get any false ideas about.
people," Mr. Samuels would lecture.
"Alter all we came from New York's
lower East Side. Our parents were driven
out of Furope. And I try to make pic-
tures for average people, that everybody
can enjoy. I never want Chris to grow
up а snob, and the best way to check
that is to keep him in touch with the
people."

A noble speech, but, as in many of us,
there were inconsistencies їп Sol Sam-
uels. On the wave of a magnificent
bonus from the company, following a
particularly profitable series of pictures,
he had brought home the most remark-
able automobile Chris had ever seen. In-
stead of having a long, sleek body like
any ordinary expensive limousine, this
one had a body like an old-fashioned
royal coach crisscrossed in gold petit
point. It was an authentic 1Bth Century
coach down to the smallest detail,
with elaborate coach lights in gold, and
gold-plated door handles. The chauf-
feur sat out in front under a canopy
like a coachman. There was no worse
torture, in Chris mind, than being
driven to school in that outlandish car.
The only way he could manage it at all
was to flatten himself on the floor so no
one could sce him through the small oval
side-windows. Then he would insist on
stopping down the block and across the
street from the school entrance. "There
he would crawl out onto the sidewalk
on his hands and knees, like a soldier in
enemy country, then jump up suddenly
and quickly walk away from the motor-
ized monstrosity, as if he and it were
total strangers.

James didn't understand what Chris
was doing that first morning when he
saw him pressing himself against the
floor of the coach. He laughed when
Chris tried to explain it to him. “If I
had a buggy like this I'd be proud of it,"
he said. "Your old man made all this
money because he had brains. Why
should you be ashamed of t|

It had something to do with not want-
ing to be special, Chris knew, but he
couldn't explain it very well. On the
way home James got him to come up
and join him on the driver's seat, once
they were far enough away from school
for Chris to fecl relatively safe, Chris
told James how he had been teased
about the car. А Mexican boy who was
the best fighter in the class had called
him "Meester Reech Beech." Had Chris
told him to shut up and mind his own
beeswax? James wanted to know. The

(continued on page 26)

readers dig hot and cool, progressive and bop, in playboy's first jazz poll

THE 1957 PLAYBOY ALL-STARS

jazz

BENNY GOODMAN, clarinet

SHELLY MANNE, drums

ALL THE CATS JOINED IN to make the first
annual PLAYBOY JAZZ TOLL the biggest,
most successful popularity poll ever con-
ducted in the field of jazz music. The
last of the more 20.000 ballots are
in and the more than 430,000 individual
votes have been counted. The win-
ners, selected by readers for the 1957
PLAYBOY ALI-STAR JAZZ BAND, аге a real
Who's Who of jazzdom,

Stan Kenton, who has done as much to

popularize jazz as any other man in
America, is the readers’ overwhelming
choice for leader, and a number of

musicians identified with early Kenton
bands place high in the voting.

The readers’ choices for the PLAYBOY
ALL-STAR trumpet section represent а real
cross-section of the jazz scene: the first
chair goes to Louis “Satchmo” Arm-
strong, born in New Orleans at the turn
of the century along with the music it-
self, and more popular than ever in his
57th year; in the sharpest possible con-
trast, the second seat goes to boyish Chet

just turned 27, and a leading
exponent of the cool school; the third
chair beloi to Dizzy Gillespie, he of
the upswept horn, and the recognized
baron of bop; the fourth seat goes to

CHET BAKER, second trumpet DIZZY GILLESPIE, third trumpet

STAN KENTON, leader J. J. JOHNSON, first trombone

SHORTY ROGERS, fourth trumpet

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BOB BROOKMEYER, KAI WINDING,
fourth trombone second trombone

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LIONEL HAMPTON, vibes

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PAUL DESMOND, first alto sax

RAY BROWN, bass

DAVE BRUBECK QUARTET, instrumental combo

GERRY MULLIGAN, baritone sax

DAVE BRUBECK, piano

CHARLIE VENTURA, BUD SHANK,
second tenor sax second alto sax

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FRANK SINATRA, male vocalist

FOUR FRESHMEN, vocal group

тт. is в Т "T (n и STAN GETZ, first tenor sax
ULT iad if |

Shorty Rogers, who in addition to his
swinging trumpet style was responsible
for many of the best arrangements for
the Herman and Kenton bands in the
late Forties and early Fifties.

The four winners in the trombone
section bring trammen J. J. Johnson and
Kai Winding back togethe
style dixielander Jack “Big
garden and young Bob Brookmey
Baker, just 27 this past December) filling
in the third and fourth chi

ELLA FITZGERALD, female vocalist BARNEY KESSEL, guitar The sax section has Paul Desmond, of
the Dave Brubeck Quarte
Shank, associated with Kenton and with
Howard Rumsey's Lighthouse All Star
on alto; Stan Getz, described by PLAYBOY
Jazz Editor Leonard Feather in hi
Encyclopedia of Jazz as “а sound styl
setter in the post-bop ‘cool’ era
tures the first tenor spot, with Charlie
Ventura taking the second; Gerry Mulli-
gan, whose cool combos have included
poll winners Chet Baker and Bob Brook-
meyer, takes the baritone sax spot with
the largest number of votes given
nomine

Benny Goodman, the king of swing
has retained his popularity through all

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the phases of jazz that have followed
since the big band Thirties, and walks
off with clarinet honors.

Dave Brubeck is sitting in at the piano
with the 1957 PLAYBOY ALL-STAR BAND;
Barney Kessel, with the Oscar Peterson
Trio in '52-3, wins the guitar spot by a
good margin; Ray Brown, with Peterson
since '51, slides into first bass just a bit
ahead of Oscar Pettiford. Shelly Manne
beats out Gene Krupa as the band's
drummer, and Lionel Hampton and his
vibes take the miscellaneous instrument
category in an up-tempo breeze.

A band requires vocalists and the 1957
PLAYBOY ALL-STARS have the best: Frank
Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald. Frank, top
pop vocalist for more than a decade, has
never sounded better or been more
popular and he receives almost as many
votes as all other male singers combined;
Ella, for many years the favorite canary
of a majority of jazz musicians, ran into
unexpectedly stiff competition from ex-
Kenton chirper June Christy, but finishes
first. Backing Frank and Ella in the
vocal department are the Four Fresh-
men, a Kenton discovery, and the read-
ers’ favorite jazz vocal group. In addition
to placing Dave Brubeck and Paul
Desmond оп the ALLsTAR band, PLAY-
boy's readers pick the Dave Brubeck
Quartet as their favorite instrumental
combo, to perform with the larger group.

Two jazz immortals, Art Tatum and
"Tommy Dorsey, died during the poll,
but their votes are included in the listing.
In accordance with the rules of the first
annual PLAYBOY JAZZ POLL, only votes
entered on the official jazz poll ballot in
the October issue and postmarked before
midnight, November 15th, were counted.
In an unprecedented move to assure the
authenticity of the poll's results, all bal-
lot envelopes were turned over, un-
opened, to representatives of Arthur Pos
& Co., certified public accountants, who
supervised the tabulating and verified
the final count. Votes were entered on
punch cards and then tabulated elec-
tronically by IBM, The final results fol-
low, with the top 15 listed in each cate-
gory.

Norman Weiser, ex-publisher of Down
Beat, and in charge of Special Projects
for PLAYBOY, has supervised this first
annual jazz poll and is now meeting with
jazz impresario Norman Granz, famous
for his Jazz at the Philharmonic series,
who will produce a PLAYBOY ALL-STAR
concert and LP. The possibility of a TV
spectacular is also under discussion,

LEADER

Stan Kenton ...
Count Basie ..
Louis Armstrong ..
Duke Ellington .
Benny Goodman ..
Dave Brubeck ..
Shorty Rogers ..

Woody Herman ................ 549
‘Tommy Dorsey—Jimmy Dorsey... 508

Gerry Mulligan .. 480
Leonard Bernstein . . 395
Dizzy Gillespic 37
John Lewis ......... . 267
J. J. Johnson—Kai Winding...... 248
Chico Hamilton . . 197

TRUMPET
Louis Armstrong
Chet Baker .....
Dizzy Gillespie ...

Shorty Rogers .....
Bobby Hackett .........

Maynard Ferguson
Roy Eldridge
Miles Davis . .
Buck Clayton
Charlie Shavers
Ruby Braff ....
Joe Newman
Don Elliott . .
Bob Scobey ..
Thad Jones .

TROMBONE
J. J. Johnson .

Frank Rosolino
Milt Bernhart .
Trummny Young
Turk Murphy .
Bill Harris ..
Bennie Green
Carl Fontana
Urbie Green .
Jimmy Cleveland
Wilbur DeParis
Benny Powell . .

ALTO SAX

Paul Desmond
Bud Shonk ...
Johnny Hodges
Lee Konitz .
Benny Carter
Sonny Stitt ..

Julian “Cannonball” Adderley... 1,849
Lennie Niehaus .. 1,056
Herb Geller . 874
Boyce Brown 682
Earl Warren . 514
Phil Woods . 512
Gigi Gryce . 427
Frank Morgan . 414
John LaPorta .. 369
TENOR SAX
Stan Getz He 8,820
Charlie Venturc 3,007
Lester Young 2,951
Coleman Hawkins 2,440
Georgie Auld 2,279
Zoot Sims .. 1,816
Flip Phillips . 1,787
Illinois Jacquet 1,721
Bud Freeman 1,266
AI Cohn . 1,052
Bill Perkins . 881
Sonny Stitt .. 627

Впдйуд ate Е 620
Buddy Arnold .. 594
Richie Kamuca . 574

BARITONE SAX
Gerry Mulligan
Harry Carney
Bud Shank
Al Cohn
Jimmy Giuffre ..
Serge Chaloff .

Pepper Adams .. 497
Ernie Caceres . 455
Cecil Payne .. 296
Jack Washington . 291
Joe Rushton 274
Charlie Fowlkes . 250
Marty Flax ..... 245
George Barrow . . 238
Sahib Shibab ... 180177;

CLARINET
Benny Goodman .
Buddy DeFranco
Jimmy Giuffre
"Tony Scott .
Matty Matlock
Buddy Collette .
Pee Wee Russell.
Edmond Най...
Jimmy Hamilton .
Tony Parenti ...
Peanuts Hucko .
John LaPorta ...
Omer Simeon
Ové Lind ..
Rolf Kuhn .

Dave Brubeck .
Erroll Garner .
George Shearing
Count Basie ..
Oscar Peterson
Art Tatum ..
Teddy Wilson

Hampton Hawes

Bud Powell . 442
Billy Taylor . 322
Russ Freem; 521
John Lewis . . 301
Earl Hines 297
Thelonious Monk . 274
Barbara Carroll ... 269

GUITAR

Barney Kessel .
Sal Salvador .
Bo Diddly ...
Herb Ellis ...
Laurindo Almeida .
Tal Farlow .
Freddie Green
Johnny Smith ..
George Barnes ..
Mundell Lowe
Skeeter Best ..
Chuck Wayne
Dick Garcia
Jimmy Raney .
Jim Най....... Ж 217
(continued on page 69)

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when soup is on the rocks, can filet of vodka be far behind?

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT to the discovery of
fire, bottle enthusiasts everywhere agree
that civilization didn't really get started
until the first batch of mash began to
ferment in the first prehistoric crock.
"How else could poor, puny Man ever
have survived the dinosaurs?" they ask.
"What other cultural influence can ac-
count for such developments as marriage,
the Leaning Tower of Pisa and non-
objective art?”

Without attempting a reply, I merely
wish to point out to fellow fluid fanciers
that civilization as we know it is being
threatened today as never before. Scarcely
more than a year ago, a cloud no bigger
than a copywriters hand began to ap-
pear in the form of an advertisement
for — of all things — “soup on the rocks!"

When I first read about soup-on-the-
rocks, 1 felt pretty much as you do — as
though it couldn't possibly happen to
me and my loved ones. But it did.

Imagine coming home after a thirsty
day at the office, to find your wife pour-
ing cold cream-ofasparagus soup into
ice-choked, double-Old Fashioned glasses.

"Here's yours," she says, handing you
a glass of gooey green liquid. "Drink it,
it's delicious."

What would you do in such a case?
Would you drink it, or would you de-

mur? Or would you demur and then
drink it, as I did? Without wishing to
appear unduly alarmist about the whole
thing, I strongly suggest that you ponder
these questions now, while you still have
time, and decide beforehand what your
attitude will be, so you won't be caught
off guard, as I was.

Once you've setled the on-the-rocks
issue, ask yourself if you're prepared to
contribute your bit to the consumer ac-
ceptance of, say . . . mock-turtle high-
balls? Shrimp juleps? Chowder and
tonic? Cock a leckie Cuba Libres? Borscht
пору? Chicken-noodle flips?

If your psyche responds with a re-
sounding No, you'll be as depressed as
1 am to hcar that my favorite bitters
manufacturers have been plugging the
use of their product to put an added
zing into soup-on-the-rocks. It seems a
mighty sneaky way to go about peddling
bitters, but perhaps the company has its
ear closer to the ground than we have.
Maybe the booze apéritif is on the way
out, and we may all live to see and savor
bonded bouillabaisse and beef stew on
draft.

Appalling as the idea may sound, it
nevertheless stimulated me to do a little
thinking. Why not switch things around
a bit, and devote the cocktail hour solely

satire By WILLIAM IVERSEN

to the consumption of groceries? With
two or three soups under his belt, and
sirloin and vegetables to replace the nuts
and tidbits, it's a cinch that no man is
going to feel like arguing politics or
fluoridation very long. Neither will he
speak rudely to his wife, nor try to drum
up а pinching acquaintance with the
blonde on the hassock. It could be the
saving of the American home.

“Boy, am I nourished!" you chuckle,
as you make your way to the dinner ta-
ble without any outside help. And what
a dinner it turns out to be! With the
food problem out of the way, you can
now sit down to a banquet of beverages,
that might include such gourmet delights
аз — Bourbon in а bowl! Purée of гуе!
Supreme of Scotch! Filet of vodka! Gin
surprise! Rum ragout! Applejack pan-
dowdy! Benedictine stuffed with brandy!
And to top it all off, individual pots of
strong Irish coffee!

Made your mouth water, have 1? Well,
there may be more to this soup-on-the-
rocks thing than meets the eye. It could
norrow. "Wait
is my motto, Meantime, I think
I'll mosey out to the kitchen and fix my-
self а little snack . . .

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26

SECOND FATHER

possibility of such defiance was scary to
Chris. Iggy Gonzalez was the human
embodiment of danger and fiercencss.
He was a dark, wiry boy a year or so
older than the other fifth graders. And
his brother Chu-Chu was the amateur
featherweight champion of greater Los
Angeles. Chris could think of no eventu-
ality more destructive than being forced
into physical combat with Iggy Gonzalez.

James looked Chris over carefully.
Chris had thin, long arms and legs.
"Growing out of himself," he had heard
his mother describe it.

"Ever have any boxing lessons?” James
asked.

No, Chris had gone to the Legion fights
with his father, but he had never tried
it himself.

“I fought a couple of semi-windups in
the Legion seven, eight years ago," James
said. "I was runner-up to the champ of
the Pacific Fleet when I was in the Navy,
where I picked up the tattoos. How
about you and me putting on the gloves?
I'll show you a few things асі knock
Gonzalez’ head off. Then you can sit up
here in front with me right up to the
school door. And if anyone kids you,
you tell 'em to shut up or else. Isn't
that better than hiding on the floor?”

The way James said it suddenly made
it sound possible. Driving home under
the canopy with this formidable James
at his side, Chris let his mind explore
heroic possibilities. His new, powerful
self was flailing away at Iggy Gonzalez
until the bigger boy slumped down at
Chris’ feet. “You ween—I have meet my
master,” his former tormenter sobbed.
With faultless magnanimity, Chris knelt
beside his fallen foe to administer first
aid. "Come on, ГЇЇ drive you home in
the car. You'll be OK, after you rest up.
You're a good man, Iggy, as brave as I
ever fought.”

The town car was pulling to the curb
on Larchmont. “I'm going to stop in
here right now and get you some boxing
gloves," James was saying. "We'll start
the first lesson this afternoon.”

‘They squared off on the back lawn
near the garage, James with a pair of
huge, greasy. worn gloves and Chris with
a little pair in shiny red leather. Chris
was stiff with fcar at the strangeness of
it and James did his best to show him
how to relax and how to place his feet
so he'd be in balance and able to move
back and forth like a dancer. He told
Chris to hit him in the belly as hard as
he could and Chris enjoyed hitting with
all his might. James told him to turn
his left toe in a little and to pivot on
the right foot—“now with your body be-
hind -sinack!—“that’s beter!" Chris
was enjoying the sensation of sweat oil-
ing his body. If he kept this up he was
going to have a big chest and a hard,

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tight stomach like James. Wham-bang,
wham-bang. “Hey, that’s pretty good!
I could really feel that one.”

In his almost 11 years. Chris could
not remember hearing anything that
made him feel so effectively alive. He
listened devoutly, desperately anxious to
please, as James drew him into a new
world where belligerence was fascinat-
ingly linked to skill. Chris found, under
James’ tutelage, that he could pull his
head back a few inches to avoid a punch,
or defiect it with his glove. "Ihe first
thing to learn is how not to get hit.”
James dramatized his lesson with stii ring
accounts of his Navy bouts: like the time
he forgot to duck and the Navy middle-
weight champ Jocko Kennedy knocked
him cold with a haymaking right. “I
was out for 10 minutes. They thought
I was dead. They say you hear birdies
but it's a funny thing—I heard telephone
wires. You know how you hear them
buzzing sometimes in the country?”

James had just told him he had had
enough for a while: and Chris was
stretched out on the grass, listening. He
had never heard anyone tell such won-
derful stories. He was looking up into
James’ face as the chauffeur told him
of his determination to fight Kennedy
again. James shipmates had lost their
month's pay on him and he felt he owed
it to them to turn the tables on Kennedy.
On shipboard, all tbe way from San Diego
to the Philippines, James practiced how
to duck under that haymaker right, and
then to bob up quickly with a left hook
of his own. Day after day in the hot sun of
the oriental seas James fought his imag-
inary battle with the fearsome Jocko Ken-
nedy. It was like fighting Iggy Gonzalez,
Chris was thinking. Was there anything
more exciting in the whole world than to
choose the one person you are most
afraid of and then to devote yoursclf to a
long-range careful plan for licking him?
Chris lived through the days when James
was preparing himself for his ordeal.
The plan was to challenge Jocko for-
mally to a rematch when the Pacific
Fleet assembled in Manila Bay.

Chris was sitting up now with his arms
clasped around his bony knees. His
gentle face was set in an unusually seri-
ous and manly expression, as if his
vicarious sharing of the chauffeur's cx-
periences already had cut him off from
his sheltered child's world.

"We better not get too cooled off,"
James interrupted himself. "Lets go
one more round and ГЇЇ finish the story."

"Oh please, please finish it," Chris
begged. He was sailing into Manila
Bay, ready for Jocko Kennedy. On Sun-
days his father had read him Dickens
and James Fenimore Cooper and it had
been rather pleasant. But this wasn't
listening to a story, it was being inside

a story. He and James on onc side and
Jocko and Iggy on the other. Chris was
in training to duck Gonzalez fercest
blows. Oh he had to beat him, he had
to, in this grudge match in Manila Bay!

“James, please, finish about you and
Jocko." Wham-bang—inexplicably Chris
pistoned his small fists into the air. His
new-found feeling of power made him
laugh wildly.

“Well, the night we hit Manila we all
got shore leave. And you know how the
sailors are. a lot of young punks who
don't know any better, they hit the bars
pretty hard. Around one o'clock in the
morning I was in some dive called the
Yellow Dragon feeling pretty good,
There was an argument in the other
corner, some loud-mouth getting fresh
with one of the Filipino barmaids and
I look over and see my old friend Jocko
Kennedy. I say ‘Pipe down, Jocko, усте
rockin’ the boat,’ something like that.
This Jocko, he bellows like а bull.
Twenty shore police can't hold him when
he's boozed up. I sce him coming at
me with a bottle. My shipmates, they
say to me let's powder out of here,
Jimmy. that Jocko's the toughest rough-
and-tumble fighter in the Navy. АП
those months I been practicing tò meet
him in the ring where I cn use my foot-
work and science, not in a dim-lit bar
with a bottle. But I tell my pals,
clear out if you want to, I ain't afra
of no man, bottle or no boule’ The
boys back away to give me fighting room.
Jocko comes at me swinging the bottle
at my head. 1 do just what I been prac-
ticing on shipboard. I duck and then
bob up quick and put everything I have
into a left hook to the jaw. I follow it
up with a right cross as he's going down,
Jocko Kennedy is through for the night.
His jaw is broken and he’s still in sick
bay when his ship pulls out.”

‘There was a long, delicious silence а as
Chris saw himself in the smoky haze of
the Yellow Dragon looking on in non-
chalant curiosity as Iggy Gonzalez was
being carried out with a slack and
bloody jaw.

"OK, now let's work one тоге
round," James said and Chris jumped
up and assumed the stance his mentor
had taught him. “That's it, now tuck
your chin in a little more, now move
around and jab, snap it out, snap,
snap!" Chris was feeling light on his
feet and formidable. Someday he would
have colored pictures on his arms and
know how to do as many things as James.

Mrs. Samuels came opt to find the new
chauffeur and was surptised to find him
sparring with her little boy, “Why,
Chris, where did you get the gloves?”

Chris stopped, panting and sweating
proudly, “Jimmy got them for me, Mom.”

“Who?”

“Jimmy.”

He nodded toward his
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30

SECOND FATHER

friend.

“Oh. James?” Mrs. Samuels looked at
the chauffeur. "Ill have Mr. Samuels
reimburse you for that.”

“ив my pleasure,” James sai
Samuels. It’s my present to hi

“But—you hardly know him," Mrs.
Samuels said.

"I wouldn't say that. We're pretty
good pals already, aren't we, Chris?"

"He used to be a real fighter, Mom.
He's been teaching me a lot of keen stuff.
Look—watch me, watch me, Moml"

Chris began swarming all over James,
fearlessly, as James let the small punches
through his guard.

"You've got a wonderful little boy
here, Mrs. Samuels.”

"Yes. Thank you," Mrs, Samuels said.
She didn't know why the sight of them
sporting like this should disturb her
even mildly. Was it because it pointed
up some failure on Sol's part? Or be-
cause there was a certain roughneck
quality in James, under the careful
chauffeur manners, that could coarsen
Chris if their relationship grew too close?

“James, I'd like you to have the car
out in íront in 15 minutes" Mrs.
Samucls said,

"Very good, madam," James said.

"Chris, you look terribly overheated.
Don't you think you should go in and
take a nice cool shower?"

His mother was forever telling him
things in the form of questions.

“I want to stay out here with James,”
Chris said.

His mother stared at him. She had
never heard her son speak so positively,
almost rudely before.

As Mrs. Samuels returned to the house,
James looked over at Chris and winked.
Chris grinned. Their wink, he felt, was
the beginning of an entirely new experi-
ence, of an intimacy outside of and even
opposed to his mother and father.

All through his school days Chris
looked forward to his boxing lesson with
James. In two weeks it had become a
ritual, the sparring punctuated by talks
on the grass between rounds, the valor-
ous accounts of James’ fistic jousts that
had begun to crowd out of Chris’ mind
the gallant battles of Sir Lancelot and
Sir Galahad. And then there were the
glorious stories of the sea, when James
had hung on to the wheel of a sinking
destroyer, or had to dive into the shark-
infested waters of the South Pacific to
save an exhausted shipmate.

When Chris’ father did break away
from the studio ("I'll try to break way
in ti was the phrase he always used)
his description of the more harrowing
events of the day was frequently inter-
rupted now by Chris’ boastful reference
to some singular deed of James’. “James

, "Mrs.

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was the best fighter in the whole Pacific
Fleet, Dad," Chris would say suddenly,
interrupting his parents familiar con-
versation to speak his mind on a subject
that secmed to him of far greater im-
portance than all this talk-talk about
making pictures.

One evening after dinner Chris’ father
apologized for his delinquencies as a
parent and offered to make atonement
by taking up Melville's Typee where
they had left off nearly four weeks be-
fore. To his surprise, Chris said he had
promised to meet “Jimmy” after dinner
—Jimmy had something in his room he
had promised to show Chris. Chris hur-
ried off from the dinner table as soon
as he was excused.

“What is this Jimmy business?” Sol
Samuels wanted to know.

"Chris is simply wild about James,"
Mrs, Samuels explained. “I don't re-
member ever sceing him like this before."

Mr. Samuels frowned, “I wonder if it's
a good idea, letting him get this chummy
with that fellow. After all, we don't
know very much about him."

“I wouldn't worry too much," Mrs.
Samuels said. “Не scems to adore Chris.
And he's all the things a boy would
idolize—a sailor and a fighter and——"
She saw a suggestion of regret or jealousy
come into her husband's eyes for a mo-
ment and she quickly added, “I'm afraid
he's at an age when being an ex-fighter
or even having a spectacular tattoo seems
a little more important than merely
being the head of a movie studio.”

Sol Samuels nodded, absently, and then
he sighed with an exaggerated intake of
breath. “God I had a helluva day. That
Gloria may bring in millions at the box
office but she takes every dollar of it out
of my hide.”

“Those stupid, temperamental girls,”
Mrs. Samuels sympathized, shaking her
head at a whole generation of glamorous
ladies who fought each other tooth and
nail for larger dressing rooms, more
close-ups and better billing.

The chauffeur's room above the garage
was rather small and unprepossessing but
Chris entered it with a sense of wonder.
It supposed a new sense of intimacy with
his big friend, of entering into an almost
forbidden world of adults and their
strange, secret ways. Over the chauffeur's
bed were three pictures of young women,
two of them in bathing suits and one
of them almost naked.

"That middle one is my sweeti
James said. "She works in the movies
once in a while. She's an extra-girl.
Maybe one of these days your old man
will give her a screen test."

“I hate girls," Chris said.

“Just wait about five more years,”
James said.

“Oh boy, a gun,” Chris said, seeing a
rifle set on pegs above the door.

"That's my deer hunting rifle,” James
said. “One of these days I'll take you up
in the Sierras and we'll get ourselves a
12-point buck.”

‘Can I hold it, Jimmy, please
begged.

“I don’t know if your mother 'n
father 'd like it."

"I won't tell them if you won't."

James grinned and roughed up Chris"
ellow-brown hair.

“You're а rascal. OK.
secret,”

He took the rifle down from the wall,
checking it to make sure it was safe, and
handed it to Chris. Chris held it up and
made the expert ricochet sound that has
replaced in young vocabularies the old
fashioned bang-bang. Then James set it
back on its pegs again. Chris mother
and father hated guns and wouldn't
have one in the house.

"When I'm big will you teach me how
to shoot it, Jimmy?”

"Sure, Chris, you just stick with ine
and ГП teach you everything I know,
And one of these days when you're a big
famous movie producer like your father
TII be your assistant, how about that?”

Chris frowned slightly because сусгу-
body from the studio was always telling
him he'd be a famous producer like his
father one of these days. The people
who told him that were his father's
friends and not his friends and it wor-
ried him that Jimmy, his own private
grown-up friend, should mention the
studio like thc others,

"I don't want to be a producer. I
want to be an explorer and an arche-
ologist."

"An archeologist? Hey, what's that?"

“You dig up old cities that are all
covered over with grass and trees. Pyra-
mids and stuff like that."

"Like digging for buried treasure, huh?
Well, you're going to make a bundle,
whatever you do. You're a smart kid."

“Have you got any more guns?"

James laughed at him and jabbed him
lightly, playfully, on the jaw.

"What are you, the house dick around
here? Come on, now, don't be so nosy."

"Chri-is, oh Chris-sy-boy," his mother's
voice, plaintive but persistent, spanned
the fascinating gulf between the main
house and the chauffeur's quarters.

"Now remember, fella," James said,
"don't tell your old lady I let you handle
a gun." He winked toward the bathing
suit pictures over his bed. "And I
wouldn't mention the cheesecake to her
either. I don't want her to think I'm
leading you astray."

Chris did not entirely understand the
chauffeur's meaning but he did appreci
ate the fact that they now shared certain

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36

SECOND FATHER

ather delicious secrets together.
"I won't tell, Jimmy,” he said sol-
emnly, “I swear I won't tell.”

"Attaboy, Hit the sack now. You got
to get lots of slecp if you want to grow
big and strong like your Uncle Jimmy."

"I'm going to be in the Navy and have
pictures all over my arm," Chris said
happily, as he ran to obey his mother's
now slightly more impatient call.

‘Lhe next alternoon when James picked

Chris up in front of the school in the
hateful gold petit point town car, the
nemesis Iggy Gonzalez was watching dis-
dainfully. James was resplendent in his
dark maroon uniform.
7, get a load of the little prince,
aid. He was a tough, young Amer-
ican with only the faintest echo of a
Mexican accent,

Chris was hating the car and Iggy
Gonzalez and all the motion picture
money that was putting him to this
shame,

“Hey, stuck-up, what you got that guy
in uniform for? So you don't get your
block knocked off?"

A few of Iggys admirers laughed.
1рду had wiry brown arms and a cocky
way of walking, as if he was alrcady a
winning prize fighter like his big brother
Chu-Chu. Iggy came closer, charging the
atmosphere with his schoolboy snarls.
Chris was ready to duck into the safety
of the coach when James said, "Go
ahead. Stand up to him. Left hand in
his face like 1 showed you."

Chris was terribly afraid of Iggy Gon-
zalez but he was even more afraid to be
a coward in the eyes of his benefactor
Jimmy. Visibly trembling and embar-
rassingly close to tears, he did as the
chauffeur told him, The two boys circled
each other with intense concentration,
Chris moving jerkily in his fear, Iggy
feeling his man out coolly as befitted a
veteran of these school-yard bouts. Then
he rushed at Chris, but Chris, to his own
surprise, put into practice the cleverness
James had been teaching him, He drew
back quickly and stepped neatly to one
е and Iggy went rushing foolishly by
him like a little bull. Iggy cursed and
came charging in again. Chris put out
his left hand and Iggy ran into it. His
nose began to bleed. Iggy's rooters
called out, “Come on, Ig, he can't fight,
knockum down 'n make him bawl.”
They were vicious cries and made Chris
panicky. But he kept pushing his left
in the dark sweaty face coming at him,
as James had tutored him. Iggy was
breathing hard like a little bull through
his soggy nose. He knocked Chris’ sur-
prising left hand away and swung on
him with his hard wild right. Chris
cringed and ducked, both automatically
and in fear, and they fell into cach

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other, the clinch deteriorating into a
stand-up wrestle. They teetered and fell
to the ground, grabbing frantically at
each other, Chris on the verge of hys-
terical sobbing and fighting with the
hysterical strength of some small cor-
nered animal. Iggy was working his
hard, bony knees into Chris’ neck when
James decided this was the strategic
moment to extricate charge with
honor.

"OK, kids, good fipht, lets call it
a draw," he said and he pulled them
apart. Iggy had not expected any re-
istance from Chris. He stared at him
with sullen respect. Chris was still
trembling inside and giddy with relicf
at having the ordeal behind him, this
thing he had dreaded from the time he
was eight.

“Come on,” James said to Iggy. “Hop
in. ТЇЇ blow both you champs to a sod:

It was a master stroke. Secretly, for
a long time, Iggy Gonzalez 1 been
wishing for a ride in the gold petit point
coach, and once he accepted he could
hardly heckle Chris about it Е

Chris felt even closer to James after
that. Нед be in James room almost
every evening after dinner, and occa-
sionally James would even bc invited to
Chris room, to examine the rock col-
lection or to talk over some secret plans
that Chris cnjoycd being mysterious
about in front of his parents.

Sol Samuels still had doubts about the
wisdom of allowing so close a relation-
ship but Mrs. Samuels said she had to
admit that Chris was a good deal morc
manly than he had been before James
came into his Ше. "Really, James has
done wonders for him, Sol. 1 wouldn't
say he's the best chauffeur we ever had,
but he's almost like a second father to
Chris."

A few weeks after school let out for the
summer there was a company conyen-
tion in St. Louis and the Samuels planned
to be away for five or six days, They
were going to take Chris along,
Winnic to care for h But when С
heard about it he said Gee Whiz what
fun would that be, he'd rather stay home
with James. “We thought this would be
а good time to give James his weck's
vacation,” Mrs. Samuels said. This con-
versation was held in the yard and
James happened to overhear it. After
lunch he came in and asked Mrs. Sam-
uels if he could talk to her.

“Mrs. Samuels, I've been thinking
what to do with my week. I thought I'd
pack into the Sierras with a gun and
some fishing tackle and sleep out of
doors.”

“That sounds very nice,” Mrs. Samuels
said stiffly.

“What I was thinkin’ was maybe you'd

let me take Chris along with me.”

“Well, I really don't know what to say.
I'd have to talk to his father. Are you
sure you'd like a little boy along on
your vacation?"

"He's real good company, you'd be
surprised." James said, unaware of all
that he

Late that night, after Sol Samuels had
had a particularly prolonged wrangle
with a doll-faced star who was tough as
snake-hide, he and Mrs.
cussed James’ invitation,

“But, Alina, да в. I tell you we
don't know the fella. After all we simply
brought him in off the streets.”

"He had beautiful references
Westchester.”

“Those people never answered, Alma.
be they don't even exist.”

Any шап who loves children so
much," Mrs. Samuels said vaguely,

Sol Samucls still had his doubts. Alma
answered him with the old argument
that he spoke out of jealousy and guilt
for not spending more time with his
only son. It was a slightly unfair if
rather unanswerable kind of rcasoning
and finally Sol threw up his hands. "АП
right, dear, all right. Now I'vc got to
work on my speech for the convention."

The trip into the mountains with
James was Chris version of going to
heaven. There was a bigness, an im-
portance about the way he felt that was
more than his word keen could ever sug-
gest. It was dry and hot under the sum-
mer sun. They climbed and suffered
manfully. "Then they would come upon
a stream, with a natural pool three or
four feet deep and they would stretch
out alongside it and lower their mouths
to the surface of the cool water. Chris
saw beguiling shadows under a trickling’
waterfall and cried out, “Look, Jimmy,
look!" James laughed as the sub-limit
trout darted out of sight. “Next time
whisper,” he said. “We'll drop a fly on
their noses and see if they're hungry."

Later in the day they found a real
trout pool and they rolled up their pants
and stood in the melted-snow water up
to their knees. Chris got his line badly
tangled in the underbrush and had no
luck but James finally brought one to
the nct, about 10 inches long and so
lively that it kept flopping in the basket.
that Chris was allowed to hold. It made
his heart pound with joy and excitement
and some sort of fatalistic sorrow as he
heard the flip-flopping get stronger and
stronger, and then begin to slow down
and weaken, There was a long silence,
s two minutes, and Chris raised
and peeked in to see if the fish
dead. It jumped toward the light
and Chris slammed the lid down just in
time. James managed to net another
one about the same size, just as the sun

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SECOND FATHER

was ducking down behind the folding
range. Then came the best fun of all,
starting the fire and frying the fish.

Chris would never eat fish for his
mother or Winnie, but James’ fish were
different. He ate his whole portion, with
fried potatoes that he had sliced himself
and that James had taught him how to
cook. Then he threw the remains into
the fire and watched the paper plate
flame up and twist into ashes. They sat
around the fire talking, James with a
pipe in his mouth exhaling little clouds
of sinoke into the still night air. Chris
liked the smell of it. So much sweeter
than his father's stinky old cigars, Chris
asked [ames to tell him all over again
about his fight with Jocko Kennedy in
the Yellow Dragon in Manila. Later
they talked about the woods and Chris
thought it would be fun to live up here
the rest of his life, being a mountain
ranger and putting out forest fires and
catching bandits and things like that.
James laughed and said that was only
because Chris was still very young. The
day would come when he would be
happy to take over his father's studio
and have some oomphy red-headed star
Tor his girlfriend. And James would
come to the studio gate and Mr. Bigshot
Chris Samuels wouldn't even let him in.

Oh, no, no, that would never happen,
Chris cried, and he wished inside of him
that James would forget about the studio
and how rich or important his father
was, or that he was going to be. He
didn't want his father and the studio
along on this trip. This was to be just
Jimmy and Chris camping out in the
mountains. Maybe they could find gold
together and set up a mine and be part-
ners for life. How much more fun that
would be than any old studio.

After а while Chris got very sleepy
from looking into the fire and James
told him it was time to crawl into their
pup tent. While Chris was lying in there
thinking about the day, suddenly it be-
gan to thunder. The sound of it seemed
to roll along the mountain slope and
fall away into the valley below. Then
lightning struck as if it were hop-skip-
ping from scrub-pine to pine around the
tent, Chris would have been yery scared
if James hadn't been there, But James
was there. He had moved into the tent
and was squatting by the entrance-flap
looking out at the summer storm. Chris
was sure James would know what to do
in any emergency. Muscle-weary, but
pleasantly so, he drifted off into visions
of heroic comradeship: prospecting in
Arizona where a bad man jumps them
to steal their claim but he and Jimmy
fight back like wildcats You thought we
didn't know how to box, huh? this'll
teach you flying together in a Navy
PBY forced down in enemy waters and

(continued from page 36)

sailing their little rubber life boat into a
desert island cove where fish were jump-
ing all around them Good boy Chris
pull ‘im in this'll keep us going ЧИ the
search plane spots из. . . How long
Chris had been sleeping he had no idea
but suddenly he was awake again and
for a funny moment he thought he was
home in his own familiar bed. Winnie
must be running a bath for him. He
stretched out his hand and felt the dark
canvas of the tent, Oh, the sound of
running water was the brook outside.
But what was this dark form kneeling
over him? Half awake he cried out his
fear of it. “James?”

"Yeah."

He felt better. But what was Jimmy
doing so close to him, and looking down
into his face while he slept? And what
did he have in his hand? Chris could
feel it as he lifted his own hands in-
stinctively. A rope. "James?" Chris said
again, in a quavering voice and after a
moment or two he was reassured as the
chauffeur's voice sounded more like him
again. "It's OK, kid. It's me, kid."

“What are you doing with that rope?”

James deared his throat and said, “It
was getting kinda windy. I thought I'd
go out and see if I can batten down the
flaps."

Before Chris could answer, James was
gone. It was spooky quiet and dark in-
side the tent. It shouldn't take Jimmy
very long, Chris was thinking. Minutes
pased. Chris huddled uneasily in the
darkness. Why was it taking so long?
Chris felt his way to the entrance flap
and called “Jimmy, Jimmy!" There was
no answer, “James. Jaaaaaa-ms . . .”
No answer, Chris crawled back under
his covers and tried to think what to do.
But the thinking got all jangled up in
his head: too frightened to think. There
was a cold clammy panic filling him up
inside. He yelled JAMES so loud it
strained his throat. Then he started to
cry. He couldn't stop crying. It became
a harsh hysterical rasping. Lost in the
mountains, deserted and left to starve,
like a scene from an old movie of his
father’s. Oh James, James, Jimmy, come
back, come back, his mind begged the
rainy out of doors, He lay still for a
while, burrowing into his fear and then
he heard the footsteps coming toward
the tent and James was back.

“Hi, fella,” he said, "afraid I wasn't
coming back?"

Chris threw himself into the chauf-
feur's arms and tried, as James had
taught him, not to cry.

“I walked back to the car to get a
tarpaulin to throw over the tent,” James
explained. They had driven up the
mountain as far as the dirt road would
take them and then had walked in to
find the camp site.

"Oh," Chris said. “That's OK, Jimmy.”

He did wonder why James hadn't told
him he was going but he didn't want to
mention it for fear that James would
say something that would make him
ashamed.

"The next morning was fine again be-
cause the sun was shining and Chris
found some salamanders in the stream,
At first he called them little alligators
but James, who seemed to know every-
thing, explained to Chris that this w:
their full size, a kind of water lizard
and that you could pick them up with-
out their biting you, Chris thought
they were beautiful, with their shiny
dark green bodies decorated with bright
yellow spots. He was anxious to take
some home with him. He got a milk
bottle to carry them in. It was such fun
to look at them through the glass.
Watching their silent dark green strug-
gle in the bottle, he had almost for-
gotten the scare of the night before, He
spent the whole morning chasing sala-
manders—“water dogs, James called
them—and would have been happy to
catch and play with them all day but
when the sun was overhead James
thought they ought to be getting on
back to town. Chris had expected them
to stay another night but James said he
didn't want to kecp Chris up here too
long. And anyway he had someone he
had to stop in and see оп their way
home.

Chris was sorry to be driving down the
winding mountain road. Except for the
scary part in the night, it was the keen-
est time he had ever had. He was
ashamed of himself for letting James
frighten him even for a minute. He
held his two salamanders in the bottle
on his lap and he asked James if they
could come up again that summer and
stay even longer. James said, Sure, sure
they'd have lots of good times together,
but he didn't seem quite as easy to talk
to as he had been driving up, or fishing
the pools, or around the fire. There
seemed to be something on James’ mind.
They drove a long time in silence, with
Chris trying to touch the water dogs
through the mouth of the bottle.

When they got down into the valley
and on into the neat little white bunga-
low section of north Hollywood, James
said that the person he wanted to stop
off and see was his sister. James honked
the horn and she came out, a flashy,
good-looking girl with orangey hair.

“Hello you." she said to James and she
made a little kissing sound with her
mouth,

“We've been up in the mountains
camping out," James said.

"How gay for you," the girl said.

Chris saw that the hand of the girl
played with James’ hand and that she -
seemed to arch and stretch against him

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DATE
with a PLAYMATE

our vegas girl turns up as miss february

LAST SUMMER, June to be exact, we
ran a picture story about a girl on a
date in Las Vegas. The girl, Sally
Todd, was an exceptionally fetching
citizen and she kept returning to our
editorial mind long after the issue
had passed into the sturdy cordoba
binder on our desk (with magazine's
ne and emblem stamped in gold
). Sally was so very charming

on that date, thought we, how still

more cha been

ning it might hav
if we had arrived for that date a few
minutes earlier. It was such an inter-
esting idea that we decided to do just
that on a different date night and lo,
a fetching Miss February.

PHOTOGRAPHS BY DAVID SUTTON

32

SALESMAN (continued from preceding page)

A strange cat comes in.

Now there is nothing really wrong
with this guy and the way he dresses.
He is tall and thin, and he has big sad
eyes—but lots of finks look that way. He
wears a set of black threads, plenty dusty,
like a burlap bag with lapels. He carries
a big bulging suitcase which is also dusty.
There is something about the way he
wheels in that makes you feel he is real
dragged.

Everybody digs it. Here is somebody
who travels a long, long way for a long,
long time. A little cold wind runs around
the room as Black Art closes the door.
He looks at the dust on the guy's shoes
and at the dust in his cyes.

“1 expected you,” he says. “I saw the

The stranger sighs like somebody let-
ting air out of his tires.

“Then you know who I am?”

Black Art goes into his educated bit.
"When the dogs howl and the seven
geese keen mournfully from afar, 1
know, A man would be stupid indeed
not to recognize you for what you are.”

s." The cat looks all of us. “I
eling Salesman.
the suitcase down with a
thump ‘and dust flies all over the room.
Floyd Scrilch comes up to him.

“What you mean, the Traveling Sales-
man?" he asks. “There's lots of those
characters around,”

The stranger smiles his ed smile.
"Yes. But there's only one Traveling
Salesman known all over the world—the
Traveling Salesman of the dirty jokes.
And that's who I ain.”

He sits down on the sofa very care-
fully, like part of him is made of expen-
sive glass which he is afraid of breaking.
Black Art hands him a drink and we all
stand around.

“Thanks,” he s

“из cool to take

five like this. Haven't been in the city
for years, you know. Just one damned
rural route after another. 1 go from
farm to farm, year in and year out.
What an awful life I Ісай!”

“Yeah?” I say. “What about all those
farmers’ daughters?”

"Nyaaaa!" yells the Traveling Sale:
man, real loud. He jumps up like he is
being gnawed by mice. "That's all they
ask me. What about all those farmers”
daughters? ТП tell you what!

“I'm sick of farmers’ ighters!. I'm
sick of farmers. I’m sick of their wives,
their rickety farmhouses, their squeaky
beds, their outdoor plumbing!”

I shrug. “Then why travel?" | ask
him.
"Why?" snarls the Salesman. “Because

I'm cursed, that’s why. Like the Flying
Dutchman and the Wandering Jew.”

“By men. Men like you. Men who
tell stories about the Traveling Sales-
man. You created me—you and your
mass thought through the ages. After
millions of men, their minds inflamed
through telling bawdy tales, had thought
about me in groups for hundreds of
years—I just materialized. All those mass
thoughts created a physical being. Me—
the Traveling Salesman! And so I am
cursed to wander.

“To wander, every night visiting a
new farmhouse. Never a change of rou-
tine. A greasy supper. A fight over
where to sleep. Then to bed. And there's
always some damn daughter . . .

“Those daughters! Dumb ones,
ones, ugly ones—but they all have i
nia. Or cold feet. Or they snore.

The Traveling Salesman begins to
groan. We get closer.

“из my fate to live through the de-
tails of every one of those thousands of
stories men have invented around my

fat
on-

legend. I must engage in a hundred
foolish acts, a million excesses. In barns,
in haylofts, in horse-stalls, even in cow-
pastures. [ have been accused, abused,
subjected to every indignity by the de-
mands of those lousy jokes. Nyaaaat"

Everybody looks sympathetic
drinks while he shudders.

“We understand, dad," says Black Ar
patting bis shoulder. "Why not sta
and rest up for a few days? TIl lend you
a pad."

The Salesman gets to his feet.
“Thanks,” he mumbles, trying to smile.
НАН nice of you to ask me, but I
really can't do it" He sighs. "Some
party in Omaha just figured out a new
story for me. Something involving а
double bed, three daughters and a horse,
yet. I have an appointment tomorrow
to try it out. So I must grab a tr:

He reaches down for his suitcase.
Black Art lifts it for Вип.

"Hey!" he comments. “This is a real
heavy drag! What's in this grip?"

The ‘Traveling Salesman blushes.
Then he looks sick.

“Bricks,” he whispers.

“Bricks?

The Salesman opens the door and
turns

“Yes; s. "Bricks! "That's the
real tragedy of it all, Here I am, one of
the best salesmen on the road, and it
means nothing. Nothing at all. I might

and

as well carry bricks as anything else.
"Because," he says, and then he begins
to scream, "because in all the gawd-

awful stories about the Traveling Sales-
man, nobody ever mentions that I sell
anything!"

Weeping foolishly, the Traveling Sales-
man closes the door behind him and
falls down the st;

И

| Ae ED

"It's cute, Benson, but will the kiddies go for it?”

33

малы tte
y

MISS FEBRUARY

PLAYBOY'S PLAYMATE OF THE MONTH

= A di
On the town: Sally bends an elegant elbow with her doting date, Bill Whitehall.

a On the phone: a hot bath defers to evening planning.

PLAYBOY’S PARTY JOKES

Two inebriated gentlemen stood at the
bar near closing time.
"I've an idea,” said опе, “lesh have

“Naw,” replied the other. "Гуе got
more than I can handle at home.”

“Great,” replied the idea man, “then
lesh have one more drink and go up to
your place.”

A husband returning from a wip was
informed by his wife that a burglar had
entered their apartment while he was
gone.

“Did he get anything?” the husband
anxiously inquired.

“ГИ say he did," replied the wife. "In
the dark, I thought he was you.”

Our Unabashed Dictionary defines an
efficient nurse as one who can make a
patient without disturbing the bed.

The mother got on the train with her
six children and when the conductor
came by for her tickets, she explained,
“Those two are 12 and have to Pay
full fare, but these two are eight and
the other two six-and-a-half, so they only
pay half rate."

"The conductor scratched his head and
as he punched her tickets, he said: "Ex-
сизе me for asking, madam, but do you
get two every time?”
she said.

"Sometimes we

A friend of ours sat down next to an-
other passenger on a train recently and
couldn't help overhearing his conversa-
tion out the window with a man stand-
ing on the station platform.

“Thanks for putting me up while I
was here, Sam,” said the passenger.
d to do it," said the other man.
ks for the food and the drinks
— everything was wonderful.”

“It was a pleasure,” said the man.

“And thank your wife, Sam — she was
great," said the passenger, as the train
hegan pulling out. "T really enjoycd
slecping with her.”

Our friend was rather taken aback by

this exchange and he turned to his fel-
low passenger and said: “Pardon me sir,
but I couldn't help overhearing your
conversation. Did 1 understand you to
say that you enjoyed sleeping with your
friend's wife?”

"Well" said the fellow passenger, “I
didn't really enjoy it. But Sam is a hell
of a nice guy."

"You want to know why I've come
home half loaded?" said the soused
spouse. "Because I ran out of moncy,
that's why.”

“Аи right lady," said the bill collector,
“how about the next installment on that
couch?"

"The lady shrugged. "Better than hav-
ing to give you money, I guess.

The wife of a friend of ours purchased
a rather large grandfather clock at an
iction and then sent her unhappy hus-
band to pay for it and carry the damn
thing home. To make matters worse,
the husband had been to a formal din-
ner earlier in the evening and was
still wearing his full dress suit, He was
having some difficulty with the unwieldy
mechanism even before he met the
drunk staggering in the opposite direc-
tion. They collided and the husband
fell backward to the sidewalk, the clock
on top of him.

“Why in blazes don't you watch where
you're going?!” the angry husband de-
manded.

"The drunk shook his head dazedly,
looked at the man in the full dress suit
and at the grandíather clock that lay
across him.

"Why don't you wear a wrish watch
like everybody elsh?" he inquired.

Heard any good ones lately? Send your
favorites to Party Jokes Editor, PLAYBOY,
232 E. Ohio SL, Chicago 11, IL, and
earn an easy five dollars for each joke
used. In case of duplicates, payment goes
to first received. Jokes cannot be returned.

“Virgin Islands? Doesn’t sound like a place with апу теп.”

45

PLAYBOY

SECOND FATHER

like a cat he had once. And where had
Chris seen her face before! Oh, now he
remembered, on the wall over James
bed, the onc looking over her shoulder
with practically fo clothes on. fames
ln't said anything about her being
his sister then.

"Here's a kid your father ought to put
in pictures," James said. "She was Miss
Spokane two years ago. Isn't she a dead
ringer for Ann Sheridan?’

Chris wished they hadn't hurried to
come down from the mountain.

"He's cute.” the girl said, tossing her
orange hair toward Chris. Then she
looked at James in a funny way. "You
must have had fun up there.

“1 caught a lot of salamanders,” Chris
aid. “Look. I've got two of them here!"

"You should have been along," James

tid. “Did you ever sleep in a pup tent?
"Christ, I've slept. everywhere else,"
the girl said. She and James looked
ch other and laughed. Chris wished
they would get this over with. Tt had
been so nice up there, just the two of
them, standing in the cold clear water
looking for trout.

“You get back in the car now, ГП be
right with you,” James said to Chris,
noticing how he м "Гуе got
something pr to tell my

"Come back again, honcy," the girl
said, and then she looked itt James in
that s у again, "When you're a
little bigger.”

Gluis didn't like them laughing to
gether. This wasn't like James at all,
his pal Jimmy who invited him to his
тоот over the garage and taught him
boxing and fishing and how to slice
spuds. Chris watched critically as James
walked the girl back to her door. He
put his arm on her shoulder and she
brushed up against him again. Chris
saw James whisper something in her ear
and she flung her head back in mock
anger and slapped him hard but fondly
on the bottom of his pants. Chris wished
James would cut all this stuff out and
come back to him.

On the drive through Hollywood to
the Samuels’ home James said. “Say,
Chris. when your parents get home, we
don't have to mention this little visit to
sec my sister. OK?"

xactly understand.
just be our little secret,
letting you hold the gun. OK?"

‘That was OK with Chris. He was
sure his mother and father had secrets
they never told him. He looked at his
salamanders through the milk bottle
glass.

like

1 fix you up a tank for them,”
James said.

And when we go back to the moun-
s we can catch some more,” Chris

(continued from page 38)

id, feeling better
Sure, we'll go again. We're gonna
have lots of fun. Just remember now,
you forget all about that little yisit to
see my girl—my sister.”

Chris had half forgotten it in his
reverie of salamanders. He wished James
wouldn't keep bringing it up. He didn't
want it to be so much on James mind.
ell me a story about how you were
in the Navy and a big storm came up
and the captain got washed overboard
and you had to save the ship,” Chris said.

James laughed. “You already know it
by heart. You just about told it right
now,

"Please, Jimmy.

The rest of the way home James
Chris entertained with this wild tà
the sca. Chris listened with his eyes
staring wide, living it through ag;
the time they turned up the Samuels’
driveway he seemed to have forgotten
everything but the fun parts of the trip.
and he was anxious to ask his mother
and father how soon they could go camp-
ing together again.

‘James sat with Chris as the boy slowly
talked himself on into sleep that night,
talking of all the new things they had
seen on the trip and all the things there
were to look forward to on their next
adventure. Chris was very tired and
sleepy from their energetic two days and
couldn't keep his eyes open to talk to
James as long as he wanted to.

James turned out the light and tip
toed out.

"He's dead tired, he wore himself out
up there,” James said to Winnie, the
mulatto maid, as he passed through the
kitchen.

"I'm glad he's back safe. Goodnight,”
Winnie said. She had been with the
Samuels a long time and did not like
to see the new chauffeur going so famil
iarly through the house.

In the morning when Chris woke up
the first thing he did was to see how his
salamanders were, in the bottle, One of
them was floating on the surface, He
was dead. His color had sort of paled
out and he wasn't nearly so dark and
shiny as he had been. Chris thought of
them scampering alive in the mountain
stream. It made him sad to sce his little
water dog floating lifeless in the bottle.
He wondered if it had suffered very
much, And whether the one still ative
felt very lonely without his friend.

When Chris came down for breakfast
that morning he was surprised to hear
from Winnie that his parents had come
home during the night. They had not
been cxpected until that afternoon.
He hurried up to see his mother, who
was having breakfast in bed. His father
was in the bathroom shaving. His mother
kissed him and hugged him and said he

looked tired and then before Chris could
tell her about the camping and the storm
that came up and the salamanders and
everything, she asked him in a cross,
scrious way if he knew where James had
gone last night. With a child's innocent
intuition Chris thought of the lively
ngehaired girl who had slapped
nes in such an intimate But he
kept silent while his mother told him
why they were so angry with James.
They had wired James to meet them at
the station. Apparently he did not get
the wire because he had left the house
at nine o'clock, without permission, and.
had stayed out all night. They had called
him from the station around one А.м
and there had been no wer, To make
matters worse, when they got home by
taxi they found that James һай taken
the town car with him. Daddy was
furious. He had a special phobia about
chauffeurs who used the cars at night
for their own private pleasures. Sol
wanted to dis ge James i

"Oh please, please, please don't let
him go, Chris begged. Who else was
there to sleep with him in a tent and
help him catch salamanders and build
a tank for them to live in?

Chris father came out of the bath-
room half dressed, half shaved and very
angry. James would simply have to go,
that was all there was to it, He was
king advantage of his friendship with
Chris. Sol was sorry Chris had formed
this attachment but he could no longer
allow а child's temporary sentiments to
protect an employee who was obviously
irresponsible.

Chris knew his father when he got
stubborn mad instead of the easygoing
way he usually was. It made the boy

panicky. Ilis life before James now
seemed terribly pale and dull, The
things James had taught him. ‘The

things James had showed him he could
do. These past few months for the first
time he had things to talk about with
other boys.

James was called in to the breakfast
room while Mr. Samuels was having his
coffee. James was extremely polite and
subdued, Yes, sir, No. sir. If you'll let
me try to explain. sir. He explained
that while the Samucls wer y he had.
spent so much time with Chris that
he had needed an evening off for his
personal wants, a haircut, some shop:
ping and the rest. It was wrong of him
to keep the car out all night, he ad-
mitted, but he had been visiting some
relatives and when he suddenty realized
how late it was he had thought it would
be more practical to sleep over and re-
turn early in the morning. He would
never, never take the car without per-
mission again. He was devoted to the
family, adored young Chris and would
never risk losing the job again. James

(continued on page 54)

fiction BY HERBERT GOLD

FROM THE MOMENT Tad peeled back his
lids and popped the contact lenses down
onto his eyeballs, I knew that something
deep and strange was happening within
him. He used his black plastic spectacles,
plus the toupee and a fresh General
Electric suntan, for the usual vocalist
visiting his Saturday afternoon disc
show. The kids in the studio audience
liked his fresh, unlined, 44-year-old ju-
venile face, even in the glasses, which
made it look maybe 28 instead of his
usual 23. "Glad you could fall up to my
pad, Dad," he would chant to a high
school electric guitarist. "Why so sad?"

Гайз unkind friends, song pluggers,
rival jocks, ex-wives, used to claim that
his youth was preserved by alcohol.
Now, however, he was on the wagon and
tended by Dr. Drennick, who had been
analyzed by a man who had been trained
by a man who had studied with thc
Master, instead of keeping himself
happy with booze, benny, and icebags.
Tad's youthfulness was a quality of
spirit, not spirits: the honest old boyish
hope and longing, preserved into mid-
dle age often is with drinkers and
other m bereaved types.

“Deep, man,” he said to me, the tears
streaming down his cheeks. “Look at
that chick. Sincere, She's on the wall.”

I made a brushing gesture of my hand
against my shoulder. “Orleen will flake
you off,” I said. "Don't you know fe-
male artists yet? She doesn’t want love,
she wants a hit tune. She doesn’t want
sex, she wants promotion. She docsn't
want to know the meaning of life, she
wants to haye her record dates scheduled
six months in advance. Listen, Tad, she
has love and affection for nothing but
Orleen Phipps, but nothing."

"Orleen," he breathed. “Oh, they do
itch.” This was true love again. He was
a 44-year-old bald kid. and he was prob-
ably the biggest jock in town, if not the
whole midwest territory, with so many

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commercials he sometimes forgot to spin
records, and he was now crazy for this
pretty little openmouthed creature. We
were looking at a publicity photo: in
shorts and striped sweater, Orleen was
sitting on a high stool, Orleen's head
half-turned to us, Orleen's one eye wink-
ing and the other languoring, Orleen's
shoulders thrown back, her pair of ras-
cals standing up to salute. It was Tad's
eyes that itched from the contact lenses.

"No," I stated positively, "this sweet
little beastie is not for you."

"What?"

"For the reasons I already told you,
тап,"

"Orlcen," he sighed, “Orleen Phipps.”

There was one little detail I had left
out in my analysis of her cool, absent,
difficult charms. I cleared my throat to
interrupt his dreaming. “La Phipps has
a steady boyfriend,” I said. "Sometimes
he even travels with her, and when he's
и yery nice boy, she lets him hang up
her nighties, Weighs two hundred and
twenty pounds, the boy does, with his
cleats. Former Georgia Tech left guard.
now in pro football and insurance. His
coach told him to beware of the facts of
life, but he's knocked a couple guys out
for peeking when his girlfriend-baby
bent over in a cocktail gown. Are you
listening? Very stubborn, devoted type.
Clean-cut cauliflower ears, Three folds
on the back of his neck.”

“Yes, yes, I want to know all about
her, her hopes, her dreams. I bet she's
unhappy. I bet her potential for love
to be unlocked, just like me —"
ad, haven't you heard me yet? I
been telling you for years how some
people don't need to be happy. They
don't want loving. They don't want
heart-to-heart chats and long dreamy
decorator-color evenings before a fire-
place. They want to figure out how to
make themselves into a capital gain,
that's what they want — am 1 talking to
you or me? Personally, I already know
my sad story.”

"Play on, boy.” D

But I saw that he was far away in a
restaurant with red-checkered. tablecloth
and champagne and probably a gypsy
violinist, ladling out his childhood in
great soupy puddles to а well-stacked
girl who would want only to Understand
and Be Together. Orleen, Orleen, he
was thinking over noodles, just as he
had so often thought before: Nancy,
Nancy; Peggy, Peggy; Sharon, Sharon;
and so on back to the first greedy doll
who had let him put his hand on her
knee back in high school "No use," I
said. "Did you remember the drops in
your eyes?"

When Orleen happened, he was in
the middle of his commercial for Non-
Skid Chockies, The Chocolate That
Melts in Your Mouth But Not In Your
Hand. I should mention here that I'm

"Tad's engineer — sound control, handle
the records, take over the mike when he
used to be too drunk to talk, listen to
his lovelife; that's the part they never
told me about in Signal Corps school.
Well, so it was Chockie time: "Now,
kids, it's all right to have those delicious
chocolate vitamins and minerals, sure,
but you don't want your fresh clean
hands to be soiled, now do you? Well,
the friendly Non-Skid Chockie people,
they got to wondering how it is that
celery doesn't smear up the clothes or
skin. Well, they figured it was some spe-
cial secret ingredient, and so they got
their white-coated research scientists to
work on the problem. Well, зше
enough, to make a long story short —
they only bought two minutes of air
time, heh-heh — this here combination
of the best qualities of fine milk choco-
late and brain-building celery——"

Orleen entered the studio sideways,
the way she liked to enter. Tad saw her,
made a vacant sucking noise, abandoned
Non-Skid Chockies, sat hung up by emo-
tion — he was Tad from Gawkville. Or-
leen stood there pointingly waiting for
us to greet her. Tad's Adam's apple
jumped like a fish. I spun a record.

Orleen had full possession of Orleen.
She also had that knack of looking
naked under her clothes, licentious
under her inhibitions, gay and kind
under her ambition and cruelty — of
looking, that is, like all the pneumatic
young things of whom poor Tad
dreamed. She looked breasty, too, and
that she really was: I have learned to
tell the difference between the flimsy
lurch of foam rubber or air-in-the-bra
and the sincere jiggle of honest flesh.
Much as I am troubled about the thou-
sands of gimmicked-up females who
make the Tads of this earth grind their
teeth, I have to admit that Orleen has
something special which you don't see
in the publicity photographs. "I'm Or-
leen," she says throatily, but that isn't it.
"They all say that, only they usc their
own names. She loves, honors and obeys
herself.

“And I'm Tad Comet,” Tad choked
and croaked, mawked and gawked, his
eyes streaming.

Orleen’s skin — perfect, pink and rosy,
thin and delicate — is the sort that makes
faint wrinkles around the eyes when she
smiles and gives that nice effect of amor-
ous effort and fatigue, Even personally,
I would like to wake up with my own
tousled head on the pillow next to a
girl's whose skin crinkles like that.

“Why are you crying, Tadkins?” she
asked. First names come easy in the
business,

“Emotion, deep feeling, the world
situation,” I answered for him.

“Contact lenses,” said Tad.

Orleen put her hand lightly on his
shoulder and looked into his clear plastic.

"You do?" she purred. "What honestyl
What frankness! You're no flake, Tad-
die. I can wear mine for 12 hours with
no trouble at all, me, except for a little
blinding headache.” She grabbed her
eyes, pulled them off, and put them in
her purse. “Like us girls call it mi-
graine, we.’

Tad too. He meant to put his eyes
in his own pocket, but blindly groped
for her purse. This was confusion raw
and sublime.

They gazed profoundly into each
other. I felt their myopia bearing down
hard on me and got out of their way.
Naturally they could see nothing, and
this, I believe, is called true love.

I decided that this girl must be really
deep, strange and sincere about Tad.
They scemed to mean it about each
other. They were seen everywhere to-
gether, at Nick's, Fred's and Tommy's, at
the station and at the theatre, at the
beach and at the Club. They even did
the Chicken at a high school prom
where Tad had to put in a hand-wave
and a big sincere hello to the kids. She
prolonged her engagement at the Sky-
bar. Their love had lasted so long al-
ready that it was practically historical —
going on seven days, if you count the
afternoon they met.

But toward the end of the weck Tad
began to look his usual unhappy, mis-
understood, mussed, poetic, sophomore
self. The hair in his toupee came un-
stitched. He kept touching his belly and
groaning between commercials.

"Now tell me I suppose this deep
romance is giving you a bellyache," I
said. "Love is supposed to cure all. 1
heard it on one of Orleen's songs. Did
you try a Вгото?

"Oh, I don't know, it's my her

“That first fine careless rupture:

"You went to college, Ferd, you can
do better. But listen, I didn't wear my
supporter when we did the Chicken. I
was afraid it might disillusion her before
she gets to understand me down deep.
But she doesn't really know me yet."

"You mean," I interpreted, speaking
his gauzy deep-fceling, are-you-happy
lingo, once again astonished by Tad,
"you mean you don't know her yet for
real, for true, for scoring?"

"No," he said miserably. "We talk, we
confide, we take long drives in the coun-
try. We are really close, man, we are
deep and sincere to each other, we really
mean а lot-—"

"But?"

"We sit in my MG and look out over
the skyline of the city and we talk about.
how wonderful and strange it all is that
we met—"

"Her strange and wonderful agent set
it up."

He sighed and dropped another slab

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“Oh, it's nothing important, dear. I'm just trying to find
the wallet Roger Wilson lost this afternoon.”

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BY THOMAS MARIO flaploy’s food © drink editor

FORGE WASHINGTON, we fear, did
G not always practice what he
preached, And he was forever preach-
ing. He fonnulated some rules of
etiquette that included. such tidbits
as: "Sleep not when others speak
and "Let your countenance be pleas-
ant, but in serious matters somewhat
grav And, Lor all we know, George
may have practiced. these preach-
ments diligently. One preachment
he obviously did not follow, however,
was this: “Make no show of taking
great delight in your victuals.” All
the evidence points to the contrary —
the good general not only took great
delight in his victuals, but didn't
care who knew it.

He was indeed а playfellow of cos
mopolitan tastes, a classicist in the
pleasures of the table, the tavern, the
cellar and the ballroom. His ledger
shows almost constant Dutch treat.
ing with the boys, called “clubbing”
in those days. “By a club in arrack
at Mr, Gordan's, 2/ ‘Club of a
bottle of Rhenish at Mitchell's, 1/3."
“To part of the club at Port Royal,
| shilling.” Drinking arrack and
Rhine wine were only small de
in his busy life of fun, He loved
dances atd house parties. and even
during the Revolution once danced
with the wife of another general for
three hours without sitting down.
He frequently played billiards (at
which he lost small sums) and cards
{at which he lost much more типі
cent sums), The races at Williams:
burg always excited him, and at
times he raced his own horses there,
He loved fox hunting, shooting and
riding, especially to nearby, taverns
where he could sit down to a plate of
plump oysters on the half shell and
а glass of ale. Не relished turtle and
terrapin dinners, clambakes and bar-
becues. He particularly enjoyed pic

FLEISHMAN

GEORGE WASHINGTON ATE HERE

concerning colonial capers and revolutionary recipes

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nics. While still a young surveyor he
described the pleasure of roasting
"wild turkey on a split stick and eat-
ing with the aide of a pocket knife."
He had a particular fondness for fish,
perhaps because of his proximity to
Chesapeake Bay. He could never get
enough salt codfish, a main course at
Sunday dinners. He kept his own seine
in the Potomac from which the kitchen
at Mt. Vernon was supplied with shad,
sturgeon and bass, He was bewitched
by the taste of honcy. Normally for
breakfast he would eat a few hoe cakes,
honey and tea. But when he took a 10-
mile тїйє around the family estate before
breakfast he would then sit down to
warm corn bread spread with honey,
fresh butter, grilled fish, eggs, country
ham or bacon and сойсе. Among other
foods that he found delectable were
hazel nuts and hickory nuts which he
bought by the barrel. ‘The visiting Prince
de Broglie described Washington's con-
sumption of enormous quantities of nuts
for dessert and how, even after Ше meal
was over, һе kept at it, piling up the
empty shells as һе drank innumerable
toasts of Madeira to his guests,

Toward all the pleasures of life Wash:
ington showed a certain mellow toler-
ance, an identification which is often
founa in men of genius. For instance,
in writing the contract for his gardener,
Philip Bater, he specified in the most
matter-of-fact way that four dollars
would be due Bater during the holidays
“with which he may be drunk for four
days and four nights." To his constitu-
ents who yoted for him when he ran
for the Virginia House of Burgesses, he
gladly furnished а hogshead and а barrel
of punch, 35 gallons of wine and 43
gallons of hard cider. He imported his
own rum by the barrel from the West
Indies. At Mt. Vernon he brewed ale
and hard cider and wrote many recipes
for both drinks.

While he loved his indulgences, he
was no cranky gourmet who became
unhappy if а clove or an herb were
missing. On a trip to Barbados he quite
willingly ate dolphin and moldy bread.
He once realistically warned his adopted
grandson who was leaving home for
school, “If you meet with collegiate fare,
it will be unmanly to complain.” During
the war itself he didn't hesitate to cat
from a pewter mess kit when necessary.
dams commended him for
ample he set for wartime
drinkers. “He has banished wine from
his table and entertains his friends with
rum and water.”

If Washington was not fiercely in love
with the plump widow he married — the
richest woman in Virginia —he surely
was deeply content with her. The “great
cakes" calling for 40 eggs, 4 pounds of
butter, 4 pounds of sugar and “frensh”
brandy, the massive roasts, the hams pre-

pared in the special smokehouse at Mt.
Vernon, the game and the becfsteak
"pyes" were all scrutinized every day
by Martha.

Even after his retirement from public
life, Washington never stopped enter-
taining crowds for dinners and house
parties. At one time he described his
house as a “well resorted tavern.” He
vigorously reprimanded grafting stew-
ards and wrote long directions telling
them how to avoid waste of food in the
kitcli In the twilight of his life he
was designing his own oil and vinegar
cruets. He invented a large silver wine
coaster for passing four bottles of wine
at the table. Valley Forge was -off
memory when Washington stood beside
his big Lowestoft punch bowl, while
white foamy eggnogs of brandy and
rum were ladled ош. And on rainy
days the father of his country could be
seen patiently counting the number nf
dried peas in a pint. “Those from Mrs.
Dangerfield's 1875." "Large and early
black eye pease 1186." From such com-
putations he could tell his farmers how
many peas were needed to plant a hill
and an acre,

All this methodical attention to hus
bandry and hosting was, like virtue.
own reward. ‘This was a mode of
life he had prayed for at the end of the
war when he denounced the instruments
Tor destroying mankind and wrote of the
"sons and daughters of this world em-
ployed in more pleasing and innocent
amusements.”

To this end Рглувоу now offers some
choice Colonial recipes. In the museum
of the Historical Society of Pennsylvania
one can still read Martha Washington's
family cookbook. The antiquated pro-
cedures used in her recipes are hardly
practical today, but here are some of the
dishes that Washington favored, adapted
for modern cooking methods. All recipes
are for four portions.

SHORT RIBS OF BEEF, BURGUNDY

Among the five meat courses that were
often put on the dinner table at one
time, short ribs were especially popular.
They have a magnificent beef flavor.
They are somewhat fatty, but this is
balanced by the very dry red wine sauce
in which they are potted. The gravy
should be skimmed of every globule of
fat before the short ribs are served.
Short ribs should be escorted to the
table with fluffy egg noodles, French
cut green string beans and a bottle of
fine Pommard.

8 Ibs. short ribs of beef

1 large onion, sliced

1 clove garlic, chopped fine

4 sprigs parsley

2 pieces celery, sliced

1 carrot, sliced

1 small bay leaf

1 pinch thyme

$ tablespoons butter

2 tablespoons flour

1 cup dry red wine

1 cup water

1 bouillon cube

Y, teaspoon Worcestershire sauce

14 teaspoon brown gravy color

Salt, pepper

Place the short ribs in a shallow roast-
ing pan in a hot oven preheated to 450
degrees. Keep the meat in the oven
until brown, about 30 to 40 minutes,
turning once during the browning. ша
heavy Dutch oven or stewing pot fitted
with lid, melt but do not brown the
butter. Add the onion, garlic, parsley,
celery, carrot, bay leaf and thyme. Sauté
slowly until the onion turns deep yel-
low. Stir in the flour, mixing well. Add
the wine, the water and the bouillon
cube, mixing well. Bring the liquid to a
boil, stirring frequently. Reduce flame
so that liquid merely simmers. Transfer
the short ribs from the roasting pan to
the stewing pot. Cover the pot. Simmer
slowly until the meat is very tender,
about 2 hours. Remove pieces of meat
from pot. Skim all fat from the surface
of the gravy. Strain the gravy through
a fine wire strainer. Add the Worcester-
shire sauce and gravy color. Add salt
and pepper to taste. If short ribs are
not to be caten immediately, return the
meat to the gravy and reheat when
ready to dine. If short ribs are to be
eaten at once, pour the strained gravy
over the meat on the serving dishes or
platter.

PUREE OF PEA SOUP
WITH MUSHROOMS

Winter appetites at Mt. Vernon were
often gratified with this renowned Old
World soup. This is the kind of thick
soup which is always cnhanced by the
addition of a ham bone. If you happen
to have one left over from a baked ham,
or if you can inveigle your butcher into
letting loose of one, by all means use it.
Diced mushrooms and small ham crou-
tons make this soup n meal in itself.
Serve it from a big tureen, Pass crisp
hard rolls and butter. Follow it with
warm mince pie and coffee.

1 onion, minced

1 clove garlic, minced

1 carrot, minced

1 sinall bay leat

Y teaspoon sage

1 cup quick-cooking dried split peas

Пу quarts soup stock

1 ham bone

% teaspoon sugar

2 tablespoons butter

2 tablespoons bacon fat or vegetable

fat

14 lb. fresh mushrooms

2 ounces sliced cooked ham

2 dashes Tabasco sauce

Salt, pepper

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“By George, you're right — that nightie has shrunk!
How about shrinking the others?”

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SECOND FATHER

said all this very well, with a certain
glibness, although with a pained ex-
pression on his face that seemed to re-
Hect a rather intense suffering for the
sins he had committed. In fact, his tone
was not unlike that of a repentant sinner
at confessional.

Sol Samuels was a stern grand in
quisitor, Mrs. Samuels was as usual
softening and Chris remained silent and
begged his father with his eyes.

In the end, because Mr, Samuels’ de-
fenses always crumbled before the com-
bined efforts of his wife and son, James

as allowed to remain on proba
“The slightest little act of disobedience
and that is the finish, final,” Mr. Sam-
ucls intoned, gathering up the crumbs
of his authority. “I am only tolerating
you now because you scem to have made
such a hit with Christopher.”

"He is a wonderful boy, sir," James
said soothingly.

Later that morning Chris helped
James wash the car and then James said
he was ready to fix up the tank for the
surviving salamander. He scemed a good
deal more quiet than usual. Evidently
Mr. Samuels’ lecture had brought him
down considerably. He didn’t play and
tell stories as he had before. But 5
imagined it would take him a day ог
two to get over the scolding. Chris was
the same way.

That afternoon Mrs. Samuels took
Chris to a Disney picture. James cropped
them off and was told to pick them up
outside the theatre at five o'clock. Не
wasn't there when they got out and they
waited patiently for 15 minutes or so as
the streets were often jammed up at
that hour. At 5:30 Mrs. Samuels called
home. Why, James had left shortly
after four, Winnie said. He had been
working on Chris’ salamander tank most
of the afternoon. At a quarter to six
Mrs, Samuels and Chris went home by
cab. A number of police cars were in
front of the house. In the maid's room
Winnie was thrashing on her bed having
hysterics, After Mrs. Samuels’ call she
had gone up to Chris’ room to be sure
James wasn't there, It was then she
noticed that Chris’ little cash register
bank was gone. It was always on the
night table by his bed. Then something
ad made Winnie go to the drawer
where Mrs. Samuels kept her jewels.
‘They were gone. Then Winnie looked
through Mr. Samuels’ bureau. His dia-
mond watch was missing, and his gold
cufilinks and a sapphire ring and a lot of

other expensive accessories. Winnie
called Mr. Samuels and he said, “The
skunk. en takes the kid's nickels and

dimes and that's the fellow who's so
nuts about Chris I can’t even fire him.”
He told Winnie to look for his wallet
in the back of the little drawer where

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he kept his links and handkerchiefs. The
wallet was supposedly hidden. ‘There was
$750 in cash. Winnie ran up and looked.
No, Mr. Samuels, that's gone too! And
your silk monogrammed shirts and your
silk robe and oh he just took everything,
everything . . . Mr. Samuels told her
he was calling the police immediately
and how in the hell could he take all
that stuff with you in the house watch-
ing him, Winnie? Winnie sobbed and
stammered as if it was she who had been
caught doing this terrible deed. He—he
was in and out. of Chris’ room all after
noon fixing up that tank. He kept going
in and out to thc garage to get tools
and things. I nc dreamed, 1 didn't
think—Oh, Mr. Samuels I feel as if I
am going to faint...

"Don't faint. Wait for the police. Tell

them exactly what happened. And be
sure and tell them what James looked
like. That son of a bitch. ГЇЇ be home
as soon as possible.”
Chris went up to his room without
James had not finished
fixing up the tank for the salumander
as he had promised. Now the poor sa
mander would probably die. He knew it
would die. He wished he could go back
to the mountains and put this shiny
green water lizard back in its home
stream. It made him feel nervous hav-
ing to take care of the salamander with-
out James. It didn't seem possible that
he was never going to see him again.
The change hadn't quite happened for
him yet. James was still his friend and
chum going to take him camping.

He knew what an ordeal it would be
when his father came home. “Goddamn
it, now will you believe me? He was
nothing but a bum, a cheap crook. I
hope this will teach you not to be so
goddamn trusting of everybody.”

Chris didn't come down for dinner
that night. He couldn't bear to hi all
that from his father. He wished James
had finished the mander tank for
him. It would have helped him get over
it to watch the salamander swimming
around the salamander tank. The sala-
mander wasn’t moving around as fast as
he was before. In the morning. he bet
anything, the salamander would be a
paler green and floating belly up in the
bottle. He hadn't even had a chance to
name him and now he didn't want to
name him if he was going to die. He
wondered where James was this minute.
He wondered how James could stand to
be away from him. James had liked hini
so much. It was that darned girl, that
crummy orange-headed sister of his. Or
whatever she was.

Impulsively Chris went over to James"
room and looked around. Yep, her pic-
ture was still there, over his bed. Win-
nie always told him he'd catch cold if he

stood around after a bath without put
ting his pajamas on. He wondered how
it happened that someone had taken her
picture before she had a chance to put
all her clothes on. Chris thought about
the first time he had come up to James’
room. It was something to have a big
friend of his own. It was something. Oh
James James Jimny how could you,
how could you take my eight dollars and
75 cents. | was saving up. Г wanted
to take it down to the bank that keeps
people's money and get a regular bank
book like my father. Chris felt like
crying. His nose felt all itchy as if he
was going to cry. Who would help
him get grownup now? Who would
teach him how to handle the Iggy Gon
zalezes? He felt like crying but he didn't
сту because his friend James had taught
him things Taught him to keep his
left hand out and not to cry. It didn't
matter how many dollars James had
taken. James had taught him things he
would always remember.

N afternoon there were big black
headlines in the evening papers about
the capture of James. He and bis gun-
moll, it said, a prostitute and parttime
extra girl by the name of Tommie King.
had been apprehended in Calexico, near
the Mexican border. They 1 ditched
the gold petit point town car and had
stolen а Ford sedan. In the paper James
talked a lot about the robber
as if it was one of his sea stories. “It was
the easiest job I ever pulled. 1 decided
the first day to use the kid. Rich kids
аге dumb. They're lonely, most of them,
and that makes 'em dumb. Suckers for.
the big-brother pitch. This Samucls kid
was as square as they come

And then Chris read something that
scared him so he felt his heart might
choke up and stop beating. "I took the
kid up in the mountains and started to
tie him up and was going down and call
his old man in St. Louis and tell him I
wanted 50 Gs to bring the kid k in
one picce. But a storm was blowing up
and I figured ГА have a hell of a time
getting to а phone and back again. So
I gave it up. When I heard 1 might get
fired any minute, for taking off with the
car for a night, I figured I better get
mine quick while I still had a foot in
the door, I pulled a gag about building
a fish tank for the kid to . . ."

1t was a neat plan, James had boasted,
and only a lousy turn of luck kept them
from getting deep into Mexico and liv-
ing off the fat. A hick cop. running him
down for speeding, spotted his puss from
an old post office picture wanting him
for some job way back. James had posed
as a butler-chaufleur and driven off like
this in quite a few different states.

That night Chris had а terrible
dream. He was tied to a tree in the

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almost

are american men ashamed of sex?

article BY PAMELA MOORE

Along toward the end of '56, the author of the following article, teen-ager Pamela
Moore, created a sensation with her book Chocolates for Breakfast, a candid and
revelatory portrait of upper crust sex jinks among today's gilded youth. Being
younger — апа in some respects bolder — than Miss Françoise (Bonjour Tristesse,
A Certain Smile) Sagan, Miss Moore, undaunted by some shocked reviews, still
rushes in where her older sisters fear to tread, Here she sounds off against what she
considers the terror with which most American men regard sex, and the harm that
ensues for one and all. Some of us will forgive her blanket denunciation of all of из;
others will find their hackles rising. And there will be those (we suspect a good many

AYnov readers among them) who will suspect her of having what must be a limited

acquaintance with Homo Americanus in his more relaxed and carefree manifesta-
tions. In any case, we think this candid tongue-lashing by a forthwriting miss deserves
an airing among her scattergun targets, who may find it as impudent as it is revealing.

WHILE TRAVELING IN EUROPE this summer,
I had a conversation with a young pro-
fessor of Latin who taught in a southern
Italian university, We were sharing a
compartment on a train from Venice to
Milan, and since he spoke very little
English, we soon found ourselves con
versing entirely in French. Perhaps that
was why he had the courage to question
me, without fear of shocking me, on the
sexual practices of Americans.

“Is it true, as we hear, that Americans
make love in the dark?

At first I was too startled by the di-
rectness of his question to be shocked,
and then too interested to be startled.

"Yes," I told him. “Incredible as it
seems, it is, nevertheless, true.’

"Is it also true," he persisted, with the
wonderment of a civilized man question-
ing an anthropologist about the practices
of some remote, barbarian tribe, “that
American men actually close their eyes
when they kiss?”

Again I had to say,
true.”

My neighbor sat back in his seat—
deflated, defeated. He had heard these
preposterous rumors and now, to his
utter incredulity, an America ай
confirmed them.

5, that, too, is

“But why?" he demanded. “Why
should two people who are in love with
one another— who may even be,” he
conceded generously, "married — why
should they make love in the dark, as
though they were secretly ashamed of
what they were doing?"

"Because," I found myself saying while
the hot color rose slowly but stea
my hairline, "America is— well — a
pretty puritanical country . . .”

"Ah-ha," he said triumphantly, “then
you are ashamed of it. How extraordi-
nary,” he mused, as our train fled through
the black night, crossing invisible phys
ical boundaries just as I, sitting there,
found myself crossing invisible emo-
tional boundaries. "How absolutely
amazing, really. To make love — апопу
mously—when the whole meaning of love
and loving lies in the fact that this is a
person you love, whose eyes you watch,
whose body you cherish, whose mouth
has meaning because it expresses love —
for you. Yet, you close your eyes, you
say. You isolate yourself. You do not
dare to say, ‘It is you, and it is I, and
we are here, together, making love.” In
stead, you say, Т am an island of blac
ness, receiving anonymous sensation
You are as personally involved as а ra

the darlkk

dar set.

At that point, I wished heartily that
the conversation had never begun. I
thought wistfully and nostalgically of
America where, when strangers meet on
a train, the talk—if there is any — is
usually confined to the weather, the in-
efficiency of all railroads and a polite
inquiry into the existence of one an-
other's families.

Yet, when I did return to America,
four months later, there were many rea
sons for reflecting on that conversation,
held at midnight on an Italian train
with a charming stranger. Three things
hit me in quick succession that made me
think, not without some bitterness,
"That young man was right — and. it's
awful and more honestly shocking than
many an act of immorality — Americans,
American men, especially, are ashamed.
of sex. Why?"

The first of these incidents was a news
story that told of the arrest. їп White
Plains, New York, of a 12-year-old girl
and a 30-year-old married woman, both
charged with the crime of appearing on
the streets in shorts that were several
inches shorter than some presiding judge
or magistrate had deemed “decent and
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average American male, witnessing such
a display of feminine anatomy, would
go instantly berserk, and that rape was
uppermost in men's minds, controlled
only by the presence of a vigilant police
force and a “moral” insistence that
women of all ages, including children,
display only that part and that amount
of their anatomy as will not drive men
to these desperate and violent acts.

It sounds ridiculous, I know, but no
more ridiculous, surely, than the arrest
of a 12-year-old child. As a 19-year-old
girl (barely 19) I am close enough to my
childhood to know, vividly, the shock,
the terror, the shame which that girl
must have felt upon being hauled into
court by grown and presumably mature
men and charged with what actually
amounted to "indecent exposure of
person."

The girl's father, a practicing psychia-
trist, was justifiably and understandably
outraged. He has probably, at one time
or another, treated a great many patients
who were driven to his couch by parents
or people in authority who made them
feel ashamed of their bodies and the
functions of their bodies. The presiding
judge, however, seemed to feel quite
proud of the fact that “half-naked
women" were not going to be tolerated
on the streets of White Plains. Since
there was no public demonstration or
outcry to the contrary, it is safe to as-
sume that other fathers felt equally vir-
tuous. According to their reasoning, one
way to stamp out juvenile delinquency
and sex crimes was to stamp the minds
of the young with shame about their
bodies.

All of those men would have been an-
grily indignant at the suggestion that
what they were really stamping out, or
trying to stamp out, was any open re-
minder of sex. Because the one sphere
in which the American male flounders,
the one sphere in which he is a dismal
failure both as a father responsible for
the emotional well-being of his children
and as a husband responsible for the
emotional well-being of his wife, is the
sphere in which he must express his
maleness. Unsure of himself here, even
ashamed of himself, the American man
tries to hide and repress every manifes-
tation of sex. He is shocked the first time
he sees his teen-age daughter in a low-
cut gown; furious if his wife appears in
a too-tight dress — and as shocked as the
young husband of a friend of mine was
recently when any female member of his
family tries to break down the barrier
between the sexes, tries to know the first
man in her life — her father — without
the strange mixture of shame, guilt and
desire that most daughters feel toward
their fathers, especially when the daugh-
ter is very young.

For some reason (perhaps because, al-

though I was younger than the young
husband in question by almost 10 years,
1 had written what is referred to as a
"sexy, sensational" novel) he felt he
could talk more freely to me than he
could to his wife. In fact, he still has
not been able to talk to his wife about
what I consider to be a heartbreaking
and potentially tragic incident.

This young couple has two children —
the girl, who is 11 years old, and a little
boy of five. The boy has always been
the favorite, the apple of his father's eye.
Reading between the lines as Hal told
his story over cocktails at The Barberry
Room one evening, I thought I could
piece together a fairly familiar story of
the complete lack of communication be-
tween the sexes — the agonizing aware-
ness of man and woman —or, rather,
man versus woman, even in as tender a
relationship as that of father and daugh-
ter. Again and again, apparently, the
child's attempts to focus her father's at-
tention on her as a girl, as a woman, had
been rebuffed by a young father who felt
that “there was something wrong" abour
his daughter's warm, impulsive embraces,
her lingering goodnight kiss.

“I don't know why,” he told me that
evening, “but I just feel funny about it.
It doesn’t seem normal. It embarrasses
me. She knows how I feel, and why, and
it's making her miserable, so she takes
it out on me by talking back and not
doing anything she's told. 1 suppose,”
he ended up, “I'll have to consult а
psychiatrist. I’ve got to find out what's
wrong with her that would make her do
such a thing.”

It didn't occur to him that there was
anything wrong with him or with his at-
titude. It didn't occur to him that he
simply could not see his daughter's spon-
taneous act as anything but immoral,
and by his reaction of shock and indig-
nation, he had given his daughter the
same attitude. The chances are that she
will grow up much as he had grown up —
"moral" according to her father's defini-
tion of the word, but with a morality
that stems not from conviction but from
repression. Sufficiently repressed, all her
normal instincts would turn to fcelings
of guilt, exactly as her father's had.

And whether or not her father ever
saw a psychiatrist, the chances, I thought,
were pretty good that the daughter
would see a psychiatrist. She would be
another figure in the statistics of broken
marriages; another young woman who
would associate love-making with evil;
the feminine half of another young
couple who would make love in the dark
“ — as though they were secretly ashamed
of what they were doing."

So that was the second event that
jolted me into an awareness of the fact
that American men were ashamed of sex.
The third was coming home to find my-

self, as I said, billed as the author of "a
sexy, sensational" novel.

When, at 18, I wrote Chocolates for
Breakfast, it did not occur to me that I
was writing anything that might even
remotely come under the heading of a
"sexy" novel, I was writing about people
I knew, about young people with whom
I'd gone to school, with whom J grew up.
1 was writing about places I knew, like
Hollywood, and the Stork Club, and
"21" and the people who think that as
long as they're moving, as long as they're
in motion, they're necessarily going some-
place.

But my first interview, when I got buck
to America, made me aware all over
again of this incredible, perverted, puri-
tanical attitude toward sex. My inter-
viewer—young, and male—asked, "What
about your father? Did he know you
were writing a book like that? And if
so, didn't he want you to write it under
a pseudonym?"

"Why," I said, astonished, "of course
not. The book is fiction — not autobiog-
raphy. Besides, why would he want
me to hide behind the anonymity of a
pseudonym? He's proud of те,"

The young man shook his head, puz-
деа and disbelieving. "Brother, he
said, “if my old man ever thought I did
things like that or knew people who did
them well enough to write a book about
them, he'd throw me out of the house."

And yet, his father had read the book.
He'd read the book, and promptly called
the boy's younger sister into the library
to read the riot act to her. “I know what
your friends are like," he thundered at
the honestly bewildered girl who didn't
know what he was talking about, but
who told me about it months later, when
we met socially. 1 know what you do
at those fraternity parties. Don't think
you fool your mother and me, because
you don't — not for a minute,”

But, of course, she did. I have heard
а dozen parents say of their sons and
daughters, "We're so close, She — or he
— tells me everything."

It is sad but true that there is little
communication between the generations
in this vital area of human behavior —
but the saddest part of it is that it is so
difficult, usually impossible, for fathers
to communicate with their daughters.
The first man in a girl's life — the first
love of her life, according to the psychia-
trists — is a forbidding stranger, shocked
by any unusual display of emotion on
her part. 1 can remember my own
father, when I was no more than four or
five years old, unwrapping my arms from
about his neck and saying chidingly,
"You mustn't hug me so tightly, Pamela
——" I never knew why. I still don't. 1
only know that I felt he didn't love me,

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love im the dark (continued пот page 56)

which, of course, wasn't so.

But for men, perhaps one of the most
significant things about this generation,
my generation, is that women are more
frank, more outspoken about sex than
ever before — and much more so than
men. We are exploding all kinds of
myths behind which men have hidden
for generations. We will no longer ac-
cept their moralizing or their weak apol-
ogies for their own failure to understand
their wives and their children.

One of these inyths concerns the old
wives' tale that men do not like a woman
who is the pursuer rather than the pur-
sued, This is somehow tied up with an-
other myth— that mam is the hunter,
and enjoys the role. Actually, as far as
I have been able to observe among my
contemporaries, this is yet another at-
tempt on the part of men to cover up
their shame— and their innate [ear—
of sex. The woman who lets a man
know that she loves him and desires him.
sexually is apt to scare the daylights out
. His immediate reaction is, “Per-
haps I'm not such a man after all, and
what will she think of me when she finds
out?”

So he retreats. Не retreats by running
away —not seeing her again, or he re-
treats as did the husband of a famous
young movie star we knew when we
Jived їп Hollywood. At 13, I was too
young to understand what the star's
agent meant when she said, with a shrug,
"Of course she's divorcing him. They
were married six weeks and he never
sobered up once. With a wife like that,
1 can't really blame him. He knew that
she was all woman, and he was afraid he
wouldn't be man enough."

Years and years of repression, of being
taught that sex is evil, that it is some-
thing carried on in the dark, can, and
often does, lead to impotence. Yet,
young fathers, such as my friend, con-
tinue to pass on this hypocritical atti-
tude from generation to generation.

I remember, for instance, something
that happened when 1 was about eight
years old, The idea of progressive edu-
cation and sex education for the young
was still comparatively new. I was v;
ing the son of friends of my parents —
a litle boy about my own age. The
thing that happened made по impres-
sion on me at the time. It was only years
later, looking back, that I realized the
importance and the meaning of the
small family by-play I had witnessed.

Robert and I had both been raised by
these progressive methods that taught
children that they were born as a result
of the father "planting a seed" in the
mother from which a lovely baby was
born. We were enchanted by the whole
idea, and the thought of married people

sharing a room and a bed was accepted
as perfectly natural. Then one Sunday,
Robert and I were left to play alone in
the living room while his mother ex-
cused herself to “take a nap.” Robert's
father had been reading the Sunday
papers. In a few minutes, he, too, ex-
cused himself and went upstairs. Rob-
ert's glance followed them thoughtfully.
When they reappeared, the little boy
asked his father bluntly:

“What were you and Mommy doing
upstairs — were you having sexual inter-
course, and will you have another baby?"

His mother looked as though she
would faint dead away and his father
looked as though he would pick his son
up and take him to the modern equiva-
lent of the woodshed. Instead, he
brought his temper under control
enough to say, merely, "Son, don't ever
let me hear you say anything like that
again. lf you ever speak of such a thing
again, I shall give you a spanking you
won't soon forget. And now,” his father
said coldly, “I think yowd better
good night to Pamela and go to bed.’

Twelve years later, Robert was the bay
none of the “nice” girls was allowed to
go out with. “What the hell,” he said
to me when we met again at a debutante
party in New York, “I'm having a ball
while Fm young. One of these days, I'll
marry and settle down, and when I do,
ГП marry a virgin — if I can find one.
Meanwhile, I want to have all the fun I
can, because nobody can sell me on the
idea that married Iove is fun. My parents
always acted as though they were com-
mitting a sin when they went to bed to-
gether. And," he added, “I guess most
girls feel the same way about it that my
mother did.”

Again, it didn't occur to his man's ego
that most women felt about it as the men
in their lives — men of whom his father
was representative — taught them to feel.

Another thing about Amcrican men
that has always fascinated me is the way
they collect pin-ups of movie stars and
naked women; the way they whistle at a
pretty pair of legs. I had accepted all
this as part of "what men arc like" until
my trip abroad. Опе day, when the sun
was brilliant on the canal, I left Venice
and the boat I was on headed toward the
Adriatic. As soon as l arrived at the
beach, I ran across the fine sand into the
water, which was cool and welcoming.
Since I am a strong swimmer, I swam
beyond the area of bathers. There was
no one anywhere near me. 1 swam un-
derwater, and took off my bathing suit,
watching it drop lazily to the bottom.
Naked under the Italian sun, J dived and
returned to the surface. I somersaulted
through the water, I swam, luxuriating
in the warmth of the sun, the blue of the

sky, the joy of being 18 on a beautiful
summer's day. Then I dived again into
the water, picked up my bathing suit
from the bottom, and dressed again at
the surface. As J swam toward the beach,
I came up to two Italians who had
watched me when I thought myself un-
observed. Their tanned faces were
wreathed in smiles. Not the smiles of
Peeping Toms, but the smiles of men
warmed, esthetically pleased, the
beauty of an exultant young body in the
sparkling waters. The joy which I had
felt had been transmitted to them, and
they were anxious to tell me they under-
stood the motive behind my unseemly —
to American eyes behavior,

“Felicitatione, Signorina! Brava! Bra-
vissima!”

I smiled and thanked them, and swam
on to the beach. There were по leers,
no whistles. When they returned to the
beach they did not seek me out, but re-
joined their families, who were lying in
the sun. Later, lying ha
awake under the Venetian sun, 1 felt a
unity with the world about me, with the
young men playing soccer, with the chil-
dren splashing merrily at Ше water's
edge. I related to this world of sun and
water and the world was warm and kind,
like the smiles of the two young Italians.
I felt no leers. I heard no wolf whistles.
No policeman approached to arrest me
for "indecent exposure." АП about me
were people busy with their lives, of
which sex was an important, a proud, a
necessary, an integral part.

Why, then, can't American men feel
this way? Why "t American men, suc-
cessful im every other sphere of their
male life, feel equally at ease in this
sphere? Why must they remark, of al-
most any man who is outstandingly at-
tractive to women, "He's just a damned
gigolo.” Why do parents, advising their
daughters against marrying such men,
warn, "It's just a. ph attraction,
dear — you'll outgrow it.” Like a case of
measles or a susceptibility to poison ivy!
And why should one outgrow it? 1 re-
member a Westchester matron saying to
my mother, about the man her daughter
was soon to marry, "My dear, he has
everything — as I've told Kathleen, here's
a тап who's a good carner, who pla
good game of bridge, and who has always
taken wonderful care of his mother —
what else can a girl want?"

All my life, as a child growing up in
the prosperous community of West
chester County, in New York, I have
watched people who were married and
supposedly in love carry on bold and
blatant flirtations with other men and
women. I have asked myself,
nd I ask myself again now, as a woman,
Why do people marry if they don't love
cach other — and if they love each other,

(concluded on page 76)

s a child,

pictorial

ОК THE THIRD consecutive February,
Е: 5 magazine takes pleasure in report-
ing the progress of its favorite valentine,
Jayne Mansfield. We rather like to feel
we've had a bit to do with the to-do
over Jayne these past two years. In
February of 1955 a then-unknown Miss
Mansfield was featured in PLAYBoy as
Playmate of the Month. That same
February, the Brothers Warner signed
her up and she appeared in a number of
minor movie parts in stuff like Шева,
Pete Kelly's Blues and suchlike, where-
upon she came to the attention of eagle-
eyed Julie Styne. Styne was producing
a comedy called Will Success Spoil Roch
Hunter? and the script required the
services of a big, bounteous blonde.
We're going to let you guess just which
big, bounteous blonde got the part, but
the show opened in October 1955 to
what they called “mixed” notices, while
audiences and critics alike were notably
unmixed in their enthusiasm for Miss
Mansfield (her costume in the show was
a bath towel).

We assigned that Broadway Boswell,
Earl Wilson. to interyiew Jayne for our
February 1 issue and asked the
thetorical question, Will Success Spoil
Jayne Mansfield? The answer was an
unequivocal No, of course, and we illus-
trated the inter with the most
provocative photographs ever published
of the girl (until now).

Jayne's success with Rock Hunter
made her even more attractive to Holly-
wood and rumor has it that 20th
Century-Fox tried to buy out her run-
oftheshow contract, failed, and so
bought the entire production in order

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to liberate Jayne for film assignments.
Be that as it may, Jayne was liberated
and returned to the wonderful land of
celluloid make-believe a full-fledged star.

The new Jayne Mansfield is a very
different girl than the one who appeared
as PLAYbOY's Playmate two years ago.
She's a good deal wiser, she is one hus-
band lighter (shed immediately upon
her return to Hollywood) and she even
looks different; the West Coast wizards
һауе done magical things to her hair
style and make-up and produced a Mans-
field fresher and more lovely than any
seen before. Along the way, Jayne has
also developed more of an acting talent
than might be expected from one of her
proportions (10-21-32). The talent can
be viewed in The Girl Can't Help 1t,
the first of seven starring vehicles already
scheduled by 20th Century-Fox; the pro-
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Di$c JOCKEY continued from page 48)

without doing the Chockie commercial.
"She's a beautiful, sweet, honest girl
down under it all, she's very deep, man,
she’s sincere——"

“бо?”

“She won't put out, Ferd.”

My ears nearly shook off the headset.
“Nol Say it isn’t sol”

"I used to think it was like there
wasn't enough room in the MG. Shyness,
gearshift, engineering problems — you
know, But remember that night I bor-
rowed your Chevvy? Не wagged his
head morosely. "With all that seat room
going to waste, we just talked about the
meaning of life. Like she thinks dancing
cheek-to-cheek is swell.”

I had to agree that this was serious.

"And now," he went on, “her regular
boyfriend is flying into town for the
second week of her run. What should I
do?”

“Do Safeway Stores.” The studio clock
advised me that Tad had just 18 min-
utes left in which to crowd five com-
mercials, “Ве self-sa
ous," I told him.
smile and a jaunty wave of the hand. Be
Maurice Chevalier. Be Joe DiMaggio.
Into each man's life a little tragedy must.
fall. Then do Paris Laundry, please,
boy."

Water was sceping around the edges
of his contact lenses. If he had noticed
the tears, he would have begun to cry.
He went into Paris Laundry, all the
dirty linen you can stuff into a bag, and
then said: "Maybe you're right, Ferd.
Suffering. After all, I'm kind of like an
artist myself. It makes a man think."
Ог," I added, “you could get her
stinking tonight and sce if that helps."

Tad protested with hurt feelings at
my crudeness. "Oh no," he said, "that
would be dishonest, insincere, that
would be like a cad. I've already tried

‘What's the trouble?”

“The kid doesn't drink. Enlarges the

гез.”

"I could be more sympathetic, Tad.
but I can't find that Gold Bell Gift
Stamp spot.”

“There it is on the other turntable.
I'm iniserable. I wish І were back home
in high school again. Do you think may-
be I should read poetry to her, or just
try putting a 100 dollar bill in her
hankie? What would you do if this were
the great love of your life, dads?"

‘The sad part of the story I condense
mostly from Tad's ether about it. You
could sell it for a ballad — hot, bothered
and classic, He tried right up until the
arrival of Orleen's Georgia Tech vet-
eran, an upright square in beige cash-
mere coat, nose with three bumps, and

a pretty good record in pro football.
‘The lad had very little hair on his head,
a thick red mat on his chest, and chewed
gum most of the time. During the off
season he sold insurance.

No dividends for Tad. “I don't see
what poetry she finds in him," he said.
"He can't even wear a wig over that
bald spot. I consider women's feelings.
Paid a hundred and a half for each
one." He had three toupees, which he
rotated, one crewcut, one grown in, and
one needing a trim. "Course," Tad ad-
mitted, "that boy's got 20-20 vision, ГЇЇ
say that for him. Maybe stomach mus-
cles, too, but I'm sure he has no soul.
I'm practically positive.”

“You're on,” I said, pointing my fin-
ger at the disc. “Go, man. Pour on the
soul.”

"Folks," Tad chanted to the mike as
I switched him in, “folks, I suppose
you've all been wondering how Daeda-
lus Non-Scheduled Airlines can give you
such rapid, economical service to New
York, Chicago, Miami and Los Angeles.
Well, the Daedalus people use propel-
lers, pilots, wings, just like any other
airline, but they ask you to buy your
chiclets before going aloft, and with the
money they save, well, they pass those
savings on to you, the loyal American
passenger. Also, since they don't publish
their schedules, you just go out to the
airport and wait until there happens to
be a plane going your way. You can see
how much money that saves, friends,
and many folks like to spend a quiet
vacation in our handsome, air-condi-
tioned lounges. We give you magazines
to read, just like other airlines, only of
course they're second-hand. We got
beautiful charming stewardesses, a little
tired, that's all. We got——"

If those weren't the exact words, that
was the melody. We were both thinking
about Orleen and how to make Tad a
happy disc jockey once again. If you're
not happy, your voice doesn't vibrate
with those deep sincere tones that sell
cake-mix, laundry service, TVs, non-skid
chocolate and non-sked air travel.

One day went by. Two days. It looked
like the end of Tad Comet, All-Ameri-
can 44-Year-Old Boy Disc Jockey. He
was miserable. He was dead. He was
wearing his glasses again, He even forgot
his appointment for the massage and
sun lamp treatment.

Then, on the third day, І found Тай"
eyes red and weak once more, tortured
by his contact lenses. A sure sign of bliss.
Hail to thee, blithe spirit, bird thou
never wert, that from Heaven, or near
it, hearest from his skirt, et cetera, as that
top lyricist Shelley has it. They're trying
to get Nat Cole to do the side. Well,
anyway, "Tad's legs were loose and lim-

ber and he was on the wall. “Ferd, Ferd,
she wants to see me tonight at her hotell
She asked me up! Promise not to tell?"

"Nobody," I swore, putting my hand
on the mike, "not even the Alumni
News of Georgia Tech.” I furrowed my
forehead like Edward R. Murrow. “This
is a strange and complex turn of events,
Tad. What's the sentiment across the na-
tion?”

He was pinching his cheeks to make
them healthy. "She's just a kid,” he said,
“she needed to make up her mind. 1
should have known. Like you can’t rush
a girl like her. She must have been all
confused, poor kid, but then she sees
that gridiron jerk and compares him to
те..."

He went on in that lyrical vein for
the length of an Eddie Fisher, a lanolin
spot and a station break. How can a
cashmere coat stand up against Scotch
tweed with a fur collar? Pow can a
Thunderbird compete with a souped-up
MG? How can conventional cross-block-
ing in the T-formation compare with
the passionate life-force of a young chap.
whose vibrato is devoted to selling
wholesome products for the American
way of life and conversing about true,
unsponsored meanings?

What can Stan offer her? Nothing
but a seat on the 50-yard line.

But Tad can plug her records and
help to make her a big star.

In other words, Orleen had tele-
phoned him, cheeping in her little-girl
voice, the little-girl-putting-out voice, “I
want you to see my little place at the
Statler, Tadpole. Like it’s so homey.
Whyncha fall up here tonight after my
show?”

"It's the first time she’s called me Tad-
pole,” Tad explained with a catch in
his throat, the same catch he uses for
plugging books by Norman Vincent
Peale or Mrs. Roy Rogers. He was on
his way and far gone.

He rose through the elevator shaft to
her room overlooking the flats of Cleve-
land. From the way he told me the story,
I believe that he did not need the eleva-
tor; he floated upward, curled like a
babe's spirit, filled with hot air, clutch-
ing a fistful of roses.

“Oh, gee,” she said, taking the flowers,
"thankee, Тайз, but I prefer candy, You
know, like mints, things like that. Crun-
chy. Oh well.”

“You look ravishing, Orleen."

“Do you really care for me in my pink
silk negligee with a touch of that per-
fume you gave me and I'm so sorry I
didn’t have time, I just got out of the
shower, like that's why I'm not wearing
anything underneath? You do? And do
you promise not to get fresh until I tell
you? And do you just love me with my

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Ribald Classic
THE DOCTOR’S DECEPTION

One of the most sophisticated tales of the French storyteller, Guy de Maupassant

“Come, my friend,” I said, “it will soon be over.”

IHE DOCTOR and his pretty young pa-
ИЕ were talking by the side of the
fire. There was nothing really the matter
with her, except that she had one of
those little feminine ailments from which
pretty women frequently suffer — slight
anemia, nervous attack and a suspicion
of fatigue, probably of that fatigue from
which newly married people often suffer
at the end of the first month of their
married life,

She was lying on the couch and talk
ing. "No, Doctor," she said, “I shall
never be able to understand a woman de-
ceiving her husband. Even allowing that
she does not love him, that she pays no
heed to her vows and promises, how can
she give herself to another тап? How
can she conceal the intrigue from other
people's eyes? How сап it be possible
to love amid guilt and deception?"

‘The doctor smiled and replied: “It is
perfectly easy, and 1 can assure you that
a woman does not think of all those little
subtle details when she has made up her
mind to go astray. I even feel certain
that no woman is ripe for true love until
she has passed through all the promis-
cuousness and all the irksomeness of

married life. After all. what is marriage?
Nothing but an exchange of ill-tempered
words by day and perfunctory caresses
at night.

“As for deception, all women have
plenty of it on hand on such occasions.
"The simplest of them are wonderful tac-
ticians and extricate themselves from the
greatest dilemmas in an extraordinary
way.”

"The young woman, however, seemed
incredulous. “No, Doctor,” she said, “one
never thinks until after it has happened
of what one ought to have done in a
dangerous affair, and women are certain-
ly more liable than men to lose their
heads on such occasions.”

The doctor raised his hands. “After
it has happened, you say! Now I will
tell you something that happened to one
of my female patients whom I always
considered above reproach . . .

“It happened in a provincial town.
One night when 1 was sleeping pro-
foundly, in that deep, first sleep from
which it is so difficult to rouse one’s self,
it seemed to me in my dreams as if the
bells in the town were sounding a fire
alarm, and I woke up with a start. Tt was

my own bell which was ringing wildly,
and as Jean, my footman, did not seem
to be answering the door, I in curn
pulled the bell at the head of my bed.
Soon I heard banging and steps in the
silent house, and then my footman came
into my room and handed me a letter
which said: ‘Madame Leliévre begs Doc-
tor Siméon to come to her immediately.”

“I thought for a few moments, and
then I said to myself: ‘A nervous attack,
vapors, nonsense; I am too tired,’ And
so I replied: ‘As Doctor Siméon is not
at all well, he must beg Madame Leliévre
to be kind enough to call in his col-
league, Monsieur Bonnet.’

“I put the note into an envelope and
went to sleep again, but about half an
hour later the street bell rang again, and
Jean came to me and said: "There is
somebody downstairs who wishes to
speak to you immediately. She says it
is a matter of life and death for two peo-
ple.” Whereupon I sat up in bed and
told him to show the person in.

“A kind of black phantom appeared
who raised her veil as soon as Jean had
left the room. It was Madame Bertha

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bare feet in those furry little, cute little

mules?” She kicked up her toes in a two-
step, showing a pink, recently bathed
leg as the folds of gauze briefly parted.

“Orleen, you're so beautiful.

Thoughtfully she held a finger to a
nostril. "Shush. I better put out that
lamp. It's so bright you can probably sce
right through my clothes." She went to
stand for a full five minutes by the bulb
before she found the switch. She
stretched and yawned there, too. “Stop
fidgeting,” she cried. “You got the ath-
lete's foot?”

"Orleen," he cried, swimming across
the room toward her,

“Unh-unh,” she said, “no, no. I just
want to ask you something, Tadpoles.”
She moved close to him, looking up into
his face with her eyelashes signaling and
her fine pink-and-pale skin finely wrink-
aments of gratified
desire. “For now,” she murmured. “Do
you want some mood music first? You're
а far out character. Mantovani, any-
body?”

“Wh-what,” — bendin "do you,” —
Tad bending and bending — "want to
ask me, H ten-

Orleenz' —
derly. And he peeked at her, eyes itch-
ing furiously behind his contact lenses.
He took the act of Iove piously, as if it
were the price one had to pay for ro-
mance.

“Well,” she began briskly, moving
about the room for rapid conversation,
straightening ash trays, explaining, “like
I have this here great lite song 1 want
to sing just for you, kind of like a
novelty-type love ballad, musicwise, sec."

And she sang. It was about how they
met at the bowling alley. and they
didn't drive into the rough, and they
crossed the plate for а home run, kick-
ing a field goal as they went. It was a
deep, sweet, sincere, upbeat number,
with plenty of heartwarming mixed me-
taphors and only one difficulty: the tune
was banal, tunewise. The words were
silly, wordwise. 1t stank, odorwise.

Listening with solemn professional-
ism, Tad judged it with his customary
insight and his moral stethoscope to the
nation's heartbeat. “That little number
is gonna be a great big hit,” he an
nounced. "You got top 10 there, na-
tionwide, or my name isn't Tad Comet."
(It happened to be Theodore P. Roose
velt — he was afra might be confused
with someone else in public life.) “Who
wrote it, Orleen?”

She blushed. You could almost read
the punctuation marks under her wrap-
pings. “My boyfriend, Rambling Ray
from Georgia Tech, the Detroit Lions,
and the Hartford and New Haven Fire
& Life.” she confessed. “I bet you didn't
know he had like a little talent for mu-

sic. He's nuzzely, too."

Tad was crumbling.

“We thought maybe with me
and you saying like you'll plug it big.
well, we could get Columbia or Decca or
опе of the other real top labels to rc-

Tad was perishing.

""That way, like if we make 60 or 70
grand on it, Rambling Ray can set up
like his own little псу and J won't
have to sing on the road and be nice to
those jerky disc jockeys, see, and... Oh,
Tad, why so green? Do you get carsick
from looking out of high windows?”

She led him gently to the couch and
laid him down. She untied his shoes.
With the tender concern of the more
feminine of the sexes, she loosened his
shirt and began to stroke his chest. She
undid his cufflinks and reached up his
arm. With the ancestral wisdom of a for-
mer band soloist, she kissed him rata-
tattat all over his cheeks апа neck.
With the profound innocence of a sweet
young girl who wants one of the fore-
most disc jockeys in the country to plug.
her boyfriend's song, she let him unbut-
ton her buttons and tug at her zipper.
He nceded poetry in his life. She wanted
to bring him a little genuine sentiment,
a swatch of eternal beauty and truth,
saying, “Here, Tadpoles honey, old dad-
dy-o, just let me help you with that
fastener. What's the matter, like you
don’t know how to work a girl's belt?
They go backwards from a man's."

“Orleen, I love you. I need you des-
perately. I've adored you ever since you
opened at the Skybar way back there on
the fifth of the month.

“No, it was the third. Me too,” she
sighed. “Hey, don't get so grabby so fast.
And let's keep it quiet. You got to give
a girl a chance.”

Orlcen.

"Do you suppose we could get Eddic
Fisher to do it with me? Like don't yell
so loud, will you, honey?”

"Orlecn, let's discuss it later, OK?” He
tasted the tender folds at her throat.
“Darling!”

“OK,” she said, hiding her gum on
the underside of the couch where she
would remember to pick it up later,
“but I just thought I'd mention it. Let
me know your answer when you got the
time. You know, I and Rambling Ray
could really like use your help in like
getting the little number recorded, plug-
wise, like.”

He fumbled and mumbled, hot as a
boy's summer afternoon fantasy, pro-
claiming to the wide world, “Orleen,
you're really something.”

And then, at the very moment, the

bathroom door burst open and in
rushed the wide world in the shape of
Rambling Ray from Hartford Insurance
(this was the off season). Ray looked at
them, somewhat puzzled, scratching his
head and shaking his shoulders. "Say,
what's going on here?" he asked. And
Tad made noises like a broken needle
on a broken record. And Orlcen tried to
bc a ventriloquist, soothing two sick
dummies at once:

To Ray: Don't you see I was just like
trying to help your song along? Our
song, Ray honey.

To Tad: 1 told you to keep it quiet.
He was sleeping in the adjoining room,
through the bathroom. How did I know
you'd roar like that and wake him up?

To Ray: Get lost, square. Don't spoil
things now. We're going to ha hit.

To Tad: Oh dear, 1 hope he don't
like hit you. You're so young, so frail. 1
only wanted to take care of you.

To Kay and Tad both: I'm
two swell boys are going to m
stand me. It’s so hard for an unspoiled
young song stylist in this commercial
world. Agents, bookers, club owners,
band leaders, jocks, football players —
they're all men. Most of the time.

She pouted and waited.

Ray looked at Tad and Tad looked
at Ray. Ray began to pant and swell, his
jowls turning purple, as if he'd been
slugged in a pile-up. Tad's eyes itched
and scratched. Orleen contemplated
them thoughtfully and tried once again.
“Rambling Ray,” she said, “mect Tad
Comet. I'm sure you two kids got a lot
in common.”

“TIl murder him," Ray said.

“ГЇЇ sue you if you spoil my face for
television," Tad threatened him right
back, edging away slowly. They circled
the couch, studying cach other, wary.
Tad wished someone would open the
door - the census taker, a girl selling
Girl Scout cookies, anyone.

Orleen shook her pert little head dis-
tractedly. Such crazy, mixed-up cats! She
had never known that true love and
the music business would be like this.
She wished her agent were here to tell
her what to do next. She'd have given
him 10 per cent of Ray's song, plus
half an hour alone with her. She was
that worried, and worry is no good for
the voice.

Тай? eyes rolled toward the window.
Maybe it would be simplest just to jump
out. OF course. it was 26 floors down,
hot counting the mezzanine, but there
might be an awning to catch him, or
a nice soft relaxing top of a convertible.
He put a lamp between Rambling Ray
and him. He had an idea. While his
eyes burned, he remembered his child-
hood. Ray and he were both all-Ame
can-type boys. Masterful and trium-

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a
е

“Ethel, why are you always wandering away from the boat crowd?”

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phant, he reached into his pocket. It
was there. He took out the case. He put
on his thick black plastic spectacles over
the contact lenses. Things were blurred,
but what the hell, This was an emer-
gency.

‘Say listen, Ray,” he said, “jeez, you
can't hit a fella with glasses, can you?
You're not that type fella, are you?"

Rambling Ray, that immo left
guard, who made the AP All-American
his last six years in college, that distin-
guished insurance salesman, that sport-
ing, well-mannered pro, that chap who
brushed his teeth twice a day and rinsed
his mouth after eating, that boy who
wore the new low look in shoes and the
new high-fashion look in weskits, that
gifted composer and tail block expert,
that Rambling Ray, he first burst into
tears to see his moral code fall; then he
gave Tad a sock in the snoot that sent
him reeling.

Tad leaned, Tad sank. Tad fell, rub-
ber-kneed, frowning, He put his hand to
his nose and it came away red. The nose
was still there, however.

"Rambling Ray, you just get out of
here this minute!" Orleen cried, stamp-
ing her little foot. It made а nice clicking
noisc, because she had put on her high
hecls while the two fellas were circling
each other. And she had been thinking.

“That wasn't very nice of you, Ram-
bling Ray,” she said. She had come to a
new realization of how (a) Tad could be
of permanent inspiration to her career,
and (b) even if not, he made a nice liv-
ing anyway. “Cut out of here, Rambling
Ray,” she commanded, "for I never
want to see you ever, not me. I perceive
с the type of john you are. Square.
Don't darken my hotel door again."

"Aw, Orlcen," said Ray, a broken
man.

"Out!" she cried. “1 don't care how
talented you may be musically, you're
just a brute when a girl gets to know
you."

"Orleen," Tad sobbed, "you care for
me, you rcaly do!" He snuffled and
coughed. “Do you have a piece of Kleen-
ex by any chance?"

She knelt by his side to comfort him.
Poor Ray watched а moment, thinking
that even a champion has to learn to
be a good loser. Girls! They interfere
with the calisthenics and clean-type liv-
ing. Gallantly he strode out in his
boxed-type shoulders beige cashmere
coat. Не didn't pay his bill, room, tele-
phone calls, a couple of breakfasts, not
much laundry, but Orleen and Tad
could afford it.

"They are still happy together, as much
as 1 can judge, going on seven wecks
now. Tad doesn't look a day over 2214.
And if finally it doesn't come true for
eternal bliss and heart-warming discus-

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Changeable

sions with Orleen, well, there is always
this other little thing coming to Lind-
says next month, Hennerie Ford, the
rock and roll artist, a deep, strange and
sincere girl who might really understand
the hungry soul of the greatest disc joc-

key in town.

SECOND FATHER

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mountains and it
salamanders and James
haired sister or gun-moll or whatever
she was were on the front seat of the
gold petit point town car coach driving
straight at him. They were looking at
each other and laughing and Chris let
out a scream, a long, shrill, terrible
scream.

Mr. Samuels came running in. He
sat on the edge of Chris bed. "Oh
Daddy, Daddy," the child cried out, Mr.
Samuels hugged him. He had not held
his boy to him like this in a long time.
Perhaps years. He had been too busy
at the studio. Chris was surprised to find
himself in the arms of his father. He
had avoided his father because he was
so afraid of being scolded about the way
he had loved and trusted James. It was
too much for him. too much, and he
sobbed and bawled like a baby.

Sol Samuels felt guilty. Alma had just
given him a good talking to about his
neglect of Chris and how this blow to
ihe boy never would have happened if
Chris hadn't been so terribly in need
of a father-image.

"Chris," Mr. Samuels said, "tomorrow
I'm going to take the whole day off
from the studio. In the afternoon we'll
go to Gilmore's and see the ball game.”

Chris coughed and said all right. But
he still couldn't get out of his head how
nice James had been to him. The nicest
anyone had ever been. If only they
hadn't so many things that James
wanted, Chris tried to figure it out,
maybe everything would have worked
out all right. He just couldn't believe
everything James said in the papers.
Any more than he believed every single
bit of the rescue in shark-infested waters
or the triumph over Jocko Kennedy in
the Yellow Dragon.

He peered in at the milk bottle stand-
ing on the deep window sill where the
tank was supposed to be, The sala-
mander was beginning to float toward
the top and wasn’t working its arms and
legs very much. Jimmy must have liked
him a little bit. To do all these things
with him. Chris squeezed hard to keep
his eyes dry. Jimmy just must have
liked him a little bit.

raining, pouring
and that orange-

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“Sure, I want to find a nice girl and settle
down. What I don't want to do is get married."

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70

WASHINGTON

Put the bacon fat, onion, garlic, car-
rot, bay leaf and sage in a soup pot.
Place over a moderate flame and sauté
until the onion turns yellow —not
brown. Add the peas and soup stock.
(IE no soup stock like chicken broth or
beef broth is available, use 1% quarts
of boiling water and 6 bouillon cubes in-
stead.) Add the ham bone. Bring soup
to a boil. Reduce flame and simmer
slowly until the peas are very soft, from
1% to 2 hours. While the soup is sim-
mering, wash the mushrooms and cut
them into t4-inch cubes. Put Ше mush-
rooms and butter in a separate saucepan
or pot. Cook, covered, stirring
frequently, until the mushrooms are
tender. Set aside. When the peas are
tender, remove the ham bone from the
soup. Force the soup through a strainer
or food mill. Cut the ham into М-
inch squares. Combine the strained soup,
mushrooms and ham. Simmer 5 minutes.
Add the sugar and "Tabasco sauce. Add
nd pepper to taste.

SIIFRRIED OYSTERS

ТЕ you've ever eaten the wonderful
oysters from Chincoteague, Maryland,
yow'll understand Washington's
for this seafood. Sherried oysters are
served in a delicate sauce that doesn't
mask the provocative flavor of the bi-
valves. Serve sherried oysters on crisp
hot toast or on a mound of white rice
together with buttered fresh green peas.

3 dozen freshly opened medium size

oysters

3 tablespoons butter

3 tablespoons flour

14 teaspoon paprika

Oyster liquor

Milk

4 scallions

14 cup dry sherry

Salt, pepper
iu the oyster liquor from the
oysters. Measure 14 cup of the oyster
liquor. Add enough milk to make 1%
cups liquid. Heat over a slow flame, but
do not boil. In another saucepan melt
the butter. Add the oysters and sauté

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only until the edges of the oysters begin
to curl. Remove the oysters from the
pan using a slotted spoon. Don't over-
cook oysters or they will become tough.
Stir the flour into the pan, blending
well. Add the paprika. Gradually add
the 1% cups liquid. Bring to a boil.
Reduce flame and simmer 5 minutes.
Add the sherry. Chop the scallions, using
the white part and about 1 inch of the
green. Add the scallions and oysters to
the pan.

SHAD ROE WITH ALMONDS.

Shad won't be in season until spring,
but since shad and shad roe were great
Washingtonian favorites, we'll go into
the subject here. In 2 pinch, you can
always get it in a can. Shad itself is a
luscious fish but quite bony. In large
city markets you can buy it boned.
Shad roe are the eggs of the female
shad. Shad roe are always sold in pairs,
which should be separated before cook-
ing. Serve shad roe with crisp shoestring
potatoes, grilled tomatoes and a water-
cress salad.

% cup shelled almonds

2 tablespoons salad oil

2 pair fresh shad гос

Y cup melted butter

1 lemon

4 sprigs parsley

Salt, celery salt, pepper

Pour boiling water over the almonds.
Let the water remain on the almonds
5 minutes. Drain almonds. Remove
skin from almonds. Place the almonds
оп a small shallow pan or pie plate.
Sprinkle with the salad oil. Place in a
preheated moderate oven at 350 degrees
for about 10 minutes, stirring frequently.
Keep a sharp eye on the almonds for
they burn quickly. Remove almonds as
soon as they are toasted brown. Sprinkle
with salt.

Preheat the broiler to 450 degrecs.
Separate each pair of shad roc into two
portions. Wash well, ng саге not to
break the membrane. Place the roe on a
shallow pan or metal pie plate. Brush
with melted butter. Sprinkle with salt,

Ton SMITS

celery sait ana pepper. Place under the
broiler flame. Broil about 5 or 6 minutes
on each side or until brown. Beware of
sputtering fat. Transfer the roe to a
platter. Again brush with melted butter.
Sprinkle with the juice of a half lemon,
Cut the remaining half lemon into
wedges. Garnish the roe with lemon
wedges and parsley. Sprinkle the
browned almonds over the roe.

BLACK CHERRY FRITTERS

Most Americans now know that the
story of Washington and the cherry
tree was a whopping fable invented by
Parson Weems. Although Washington
didn't chop down a cherry tree, he did
plant and graft hundreds of cherry trecs
on his estate, and, of course, he loved
the fruit in all forms. Black cherry
fritters dusted with confectioners’ sugar
should be served at a late hour on a
frosty night. Or serve them for luncheon
as а main course with grilled bacon and
ring this recipe
don't use the sour pitted cherries. Use
the dark sweet cherries put up in heavy
syrup. If there are pits. remove them,

1% cups all-purpose flour

1% teaspoons baking powder
teaspoon salt
% cup cold water
tablespoons salad oil
eggs
teaspoon grated lemon rind
сир drained, canned pitted black
cherries

Sift together the flour, baking powder
and salt. Separate the whites and yolks
of the eggs. Beat the yolks well and
combine with the cold water, salad oil
and lemon rind. Add the liquid egg
mixture and the cherries to the dry
ingredients. Stir only until the ingredi-
ents are blended, that is, until there is
no pool of liquid in the mixing bowl
and no dry flour is visible, Don't stir
like a dervish or the fritters will be
tough. In a separate bowl beat the egg
whites until stiff. Fold the egg whites
into the batter, that is, add the whites
using à down-over-up stroke with the
mixing spoon.

Heat a kettle of deep fat — по more
than haltfull — until the fat reaches
380 degrees. At this temperature the fat
will show the first wisp of smoke. For
best results use a thermostatically con-
trolled deep fryer. Drop the batter by
tablespoons into the hot fat. Don't make
the fritters too big or they will be under
done in the center. (The fritters п
also be fried in a shallow pan in a
quarter-inch of hot vegetable fat.)

Remove the fritters from the fry
ing kettle. Drain on absorbent paper
Sprinkle generously with confectioners’
sugar just before serving. Take great
delight in your victi

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DOCTOR’S DECEPTiON

Lelièvre, quite a young woman, who had
been married for three years to a wealthy
shopkeeper in the town and was said to
have been the prettiest girl in the neigh-
borhood.

“She was terribly pale; her face was
contracted like the faces of mad people
ave occasionally, and her hands trembled
violently. Twice she tried to speak with-
out being able to utter a sound, but at
last she stammered out:

“-Come—quick—quick, Doctor. Come—
my-my-lover has just died in my bed.
room.’ She stopped, half suffocated with
emotion, and then went on: "My hus
band will— be coming home from his
club very soon."

“I jumped out of bed without even
considering that I was only in my night-
shirt, and dressed myself in a few mo-
ments. Then I said: ‘Did you come a
short time ago?

"No, she said, standing like a statue
petrified with horror. “It was my maid—
she knows.’ And then after a short sil-
ence she went on: ‘I was there—by his
side.’ And she uttered a sort of cry of
horror, and after a fit of choking, which
made her gasp, she wept violently, shak-
ing with spasmodic sobs for a minute
or two. Then her tears suddenly ceased,
as if dried by an internal fire, and with
an air of tragic calmness she said: “Let
us make haste."

“I was ready, but I exclaimed: ‘I quite
forgot to order my carriage.’

“CI have one,’ she said; ‘it ts his, which
was waiting for him!’ She wrapped her-
self up so as to completely conceal her
lace, and we started.

“When she was by my side in the dark-
ness of the carriage she suddenly seized
my hand and, crushing it in her delicate
fingers, she said with a shaking voice that
proceeded from a distracted heart: ‘Oh!
И vou only knew, if you only knew w!
Lam suffering! I loved him; I have loved
him distractedly, like a madwoman, for
the last six month

* Is anyone up in your house? I asked.

“Ко, nobody except my maid, who
knows everything.’

"We stopped at the door. Evidently
everybody was asleep. She let us in with
her key and we walked upstairs on tip-
toe, The frightened maid was sitting on
the top of the stairs with a lighted candle
by her side, as she was afraid to stop by
the dead man. I went into the room,
which was turned upside down, as if
there had been a struggle in it. The bed,
which was tumbled and open, seemed to
be waiting for somebody: one of the
sheets was thrown onto the floor, and
wet napkins with which they had bathed
the young man's temples were lying by
the side of a basin.

"The dead man’s body was lying at
full length in the middle of the room,
and I went up to it, looked at it and

(continued from page 65)

touched it. I opened the eyes and felt
the hands, and then, turning to the two
women who were shaking as if they were
frozen, I said to them: “Help me to lift
him onto the bed.’ When we had laid
him gently onto it 1 listened to his heart,
put a looking glass to his lips and then
said: "It is all over; let us make haste and
dress him. It was a horrible sight!

“I took his limbs one by one, as if they
had belonged to some enormous doll,
and held them out to the clothes which
the women brought, and they put on his
socks, drawers, trousers, waistcoat and
lastly the coat, but it was a dillicult mat-
ter to get the arms into the sleeves.

“When it came to buttoning his boots
the two women kneeled down, while I
held the light. As his fect were rather
swollen it was very difficult, and as they
could not find a buttonhook they had to
use their hairpins. When the terrible
business was over 1 looked at our work
and said: "You ought to arrange his hair
a little." The maid went and brought her
mistress’s large-toothed comb and brush,
but as she was trembling and pulling out
his long, tangled hair in doing it, Mme.

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Lelièvre took the comb out of her hand
and arranged his hair as if she were

caressing him. She parted it, brushed his
beard, rolled his mustaches gently round
her fingers, as she had no doubt been in
the habit of doing in the familiarities
of their intrigue.

Suddenly, however, letting go of his
hair, she took her dead lover's inert head
in her hands and looked for a long time
in despair at the dead face, which no
longer could smile at her. Then, throw-
ing herself onto him, she took him into
her arms and kissed him ardently. Her
kisses fell like blows onto his closed
mouth and eyes, onto his forehead and
temples, and then, putting her lips to
his с if he could still hear her and
as if she were about to whisper some-
thing to him to make their embraces still
more ardent, she said several times in а
heart-rending voice: "Adieu, my darling!

“Just then the clock struck twelve, and
I started up. “Twelve o'clock?” I ex-
claimed. “Chat is the time when the club
closes. Come, madame, we have not a
moment to lose!”

“She started up, and I said: “We must
carry him into the drawing room.’ When
we had done this I placed him on a sofa
and lit the chandeliers, and just then the
front door was opened and shut noisi
The husband had come back, and I said

(concluded on page 74)

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Make haste, for heaven's sake! Monsieur
Lelièvre is coming in."

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then his hands feeling along the w
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have had an accident.’

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in the door with a cigar in his mouth and
said: ‘What is the matter? What is the
meaning of this?
My dear friend, I said, going up to
him, ‘you find us in great embarrass
ment. I had remained late. c ng with
your wife and our friend, who had
brought me in his carriage, when he sud
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done he has remained unconscious for
two hours. 1 did not like to call in stran.
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quite unsuspicious, took off his hat.
Then he took his rival, who would be
quite inoffensive for the future, under
the arms. I got between his two legs
if I had been a horse between the shafts,
and we went downstairs while his wife
lighted us. When we got outside 1 held
the body up so as to deceive the coach-
man and said: ‘Come my friend; it is
nothing: vou feel better already, I ex-
pect. Pluck up your courage and make
an attempt. It will soon be over.’ But as
I felt that he was slipping out of my
hands | gave him a slap on the shoulder
which sent him forward and made him
fall into the carriage; then I got in alter
him.

Monsieur Leliévre, who was rather
alarmed, said to me: ‘Do you think it is
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back to bed, not without swearing
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in the presence of sex—except, of course,
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ample of what such a father can expect
of his daughter. Janets parents had
ccased to have any sexual relations with
cach other long before Janet was aware
of what their bitter quarrels and her
fathers retreat to the bottle were all
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ge to face the fact
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of the sexual failure of their mar
Meanwhile, as his daughter grew to ma-
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the love, that he had missed. He ques-
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the same reason the emotionally frus-
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her father was able to make them seem
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