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tal in rav
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Minera ms Sucia
с dropped what we
Simp, picked up Ihe мину. read
ic read the second page

sened our necktie. put our
pon the desk, and read the 10.000-
word yarn all the way through to the
imd We loved it—and our readers
loot it, too. Alter we published it, the
lowers of praise for. Black Country —
this «Ане Лос story ol jazz and Jazzmen
~ poured in Irom everywhere, from
México to Japan: and the “trade” opin-
өп was equally enthusiastic: Ray Brad-
bury said. "АШ the way down the line,
its a heiter могу than Young Man Will
7 Пот ever could hope to be. Tm sure
ir will be remembered for many years”
Robert Bloch wrote in to call it
y superb job!“ "The Managing Editor
ol ers Digest "tel the storys
power,” And when it was selected for
Eric Condon's Treasury of Jazz. the
tton of the book said that it seemed
lave heen written while a phono
graph played some old Louis Armstrong,
recon” Since September 1051 when
панох gave Mack Country its
ion, the story's author

ont. has eo
"regular, he
iroversial моне like The Crooked
Man, ries at pogo ight ike

The Hunger, laneis like The Dark
Music, lighter ‘stories. like A Clase
init «all kinds of stories, many of
which wil soon appear in his fast hard.

bound collection" But except lor a
om takeout оп Sahmo (edl
Teich” You, w vtov, Febru-
— he has not returned хо the.
me unii now: Leading ой
darch aue, PATON is proud 10
publish Night Md Charles Beaumont
lisa [мә чогу since lack Country
"Jar enthosans will be interested
in the weekly sesion now being heid
tn МВСУ Tonight withthe winners
i уве re ana таз Ju тош,
building to а Tate spring истот spec
tocar wth the fll 1957 увол Rite

swak pur mao, At that time, an LP.

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Those

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sustenance im Avery Atwood, how.

le im the shy
(answer: it's great in the sky, just like
SNeaywhere cho) will enjoy Cockpit
Capers, a bit ol astonishing fact by а

pung corporation pilot writing under
the protective nom de plume of Roger
Wilo. IL you're wondering what to
expect from the squared circle in 1957,
Jonii wont to read. Frauen’ Louth
annual ring preview, conducted by fisti-
‘cull Бый John Lardner.

As part of our tribute to The Vargas
Girl this month. we are pleased to
semlor the first time anywhere—full
color nudes from the bountiful brush of
that High Prist of Va Va Vom, Alberto

argas

Dian Henderan, a burly newspaper-
man whe has authored мо norci
(Algonquin and The Last One). has
turned in a taste lithe tale called The
Decent Thing to Do— all about a boy,
а babe and a bet, Scienceficiionccr
Fredric Brown wasn't content to turn
in one story Без given us thice. and,

roving Polonus adage about brevity
being the soul of wit, all three may be
found complete on pages 34 and 35.

We got to talking with Ray Russell
recently, and we asked him if we
‘exactly correct in calling his pieces satires,
as we've heen doing. He hooked thumbs

A suspenders amd said
parodies, pasquimades. pastiches. Lam:
poons, caricatures, burlesques, takc-ofís
= the only term 1 know that comes
ng my stuff is

irrelevance
and a demented dread or vli
ol which, we think. sizes up Rays
work pretty well Im thi March ione,
you'll fd. his latest bit of Гориво

of the

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HEMINGWAY AND RILEY

Permit me to make a few com
even objections — to the weird
Jed Kiley in your September

To begin with, Kiley was merely one
fof several writers who assisted in the
ийке of The Bontecurdier irom time to
w timo. Erskine Gwyn
Fisher and was the edi
concerning Ernest He

yents— рий

amd Charles
ul piece em
As a writer,
the genius. possessed
X. As a medical m

tion are completely distorted trom.
Tu was Г and not Kiley who
who had ton

ı0 fin
persuaded. Heming
been a good Iriend of
xo in question. The only
diliculiy with Ernest
demure а lew fourleticr w
the story. 1 managed to explain satis
Factovily to Hemmy why it was necessary
to make such deletions. Kiley was not
even in the office at the time. Actually,
Пу annoyed Hemingway was
that we paid so little for any сонийы
Won But he got over that and we
vemaincıl friends
Ob. well! At this late date, there isn't
much use
Hence, 1
that, as a reporter, Kiley displ
redilection: for fiction
With all best wishes for the continued.
success of your entertaining ma
hur Moss
Alpes Mar
France

Dr. Edwin W. Hirsch
Chicago, Minois

while taking la
is swell. We

which in itself
uple ol somber

guys around. I everybody painted ъ

thing. he's ju
to view with aba

Ain't it a hell of a
Then,

s giving love. wi
foolish, as any girl who's e
can tell you. The Huns
Music are two

The Dark
coin all

as you pointed out, but the coin's

THAT OLD DARK MUSIC
mpratulations on. manos d
anniversary — no finer tribute co
paid you th
ШЕ
yet. Stories, cartoons, photos, jokey-all
Nor of the best. My special commenda:
von for the December. PI
mot bennill you've ever
Charles Beaumonts The Dark Muse
(he best fic long time). Bea
hs am almost unearthly нас for
ting inside his ch bring
them to Ше. His work is, in my
timation, one of the finest things your

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Brooklyn, N. Y.

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sage of thanks to him —for his work.
for the warm-hearted cynicism ће directs.
toward all of us, for the future laughter.
1 wait for him to bring us.

Phyllis Yam

1 would Tike to congratulate Silver-
in on his humorous versions of Etl
Ings Revisited and if posible would ike
very much to see more of them in your
magazin

John Edwards
Philadelphia, Pa.

PLavuoy's satire, which reached the
pinnacles of greatness with Rusell’s
Monster piece and Nolan's Darendinger
story about the gist with the In
is ebbing —as witness Silverstein's But
ton Man bit im your December issue.
Шипова) My aching back!
John Heide
Rapid City, S. D.

TIDINGS OF DISCOMFORT

Drunkenness and lus Is that what
Christmas means to you people? Ray
Russell's verses lor your so-called "Christ-
mas Cards” were positively disgusting —
Tull ol reference то sled wenches,
Teching. testosterone, obscene "gifts" con-
sisting of "a portion of thyself” and the
suggestion that a young lady should drop
dead simply because she doesn’t swap her
virtue for a Christmas gift! Russell
should be im jail where he can do no
harm. and that goes for the whole bunch
of you.

D. R Shaw
St. Louis. Mo.

+++ AND JOY
Enclosed please find coin of the
realm lor опе December ^86 isue
of riavnoy, 1 need it for my com-
plete file because my subscription

ated. How come?

ave stolen my dl
и your Xmas gree
‘ol your messages matched my
sentiments (and the characteristics of the

ters 1 know) to perfection. Don’

get me w саг up those
pares nipped out the
e$: to the people in
question.

Dudley Heath
Annapolis. Md.

TONGUES OUT
Please, you salis case up. 1 don't
ul drooling over Playmates became

who c
approved fashion, But as a sch
dom traveler, and as a man who has mo.
lew of the world’s goods as yet, your
International Datebook and Gift Gallery
had me in a lather to spend my meager
roll at once and borrow ahead to boot.
Paul Sornficld
Cambridge, Mass

‘ZIEGFELD FOLLY

As one ol the hackers of the recent
Шимей Ziegfeld Follies, 1 viewed your
article about it with mixed emotions, I
was pleased to sec vour stunning shots of
the show, but they proved even morc em-
phatically that its closing was one ol the
most tragic theatrical occurences of re-
cent years, not to say one of the most
expensive,

Alan Solomon
Highland Park, Minois

CAN'T BE DEPT,
Recently. KFDX-TV, Channel $ be-
gam promoting our new slogan, “Every.
body Watches Channel 37 as ош regu-
‘Our artist was then.

draw wp unusual situations.

idea was to have viewers watching Chan-
nel 3 under almost impossible circum-
stances. Naturally.
probably the most captivating magazine
on the market today, what would be
more ideal than a viewer watching
Channel 5 even with a copy of riavaoy
in his hand? However. we do hope rax-
moy is mot offended. We all read it—
that is, except when Channel 3
Толтой A, Cannan, Jr,
ice President. KFDX-TV.
а Falls, Texas

weatise on vodka was
cuc. The smartics
wha pretend to crave this form of alco-
hol can get it in purer and saler form

any drugstore, lor les m
just asking fo

Your recipe for a "Moscow Mule” а
drink we семей. is nor correc. For a
Момук Mule” you should u
and

Frank С. Marshal,
Advertising Manager
Heublein, Inc
Hartford, Conn.

JACQUOT GRIS
A very good friend of mine has left
town and Ї can’t seem to find ош where

he has gone. He was deing a piece for
your magazine and | contributed some
ol the information he was going to use
He is а very wonderful person and his
name is Jacquot Gris. May 1 have his

10 see him again,
not mad at him for forgetting to tel

г
me he was going. He is a very busy man,

But when sou hi
would vou please!
wrote or send me hi

опу ome
ke T ws widi
him. 1 helped. (blusbingl).

T it ix not too much trouble, Mr. Gris
aequor Gri) has moved and he lt
по forwarding adres. As 1 would
Tike ta keep in touch with hin
эон please send те his new

He certainly is a clever little man,
1 never knew anyone so short cm
to nice. Thank you in adv
heip.

Miss Talley Tomison

San Antonio, Texas
Gan you publish the Latest address of
Jacquot Gris whom is an author for you?

T don't want vou writing me straight be-
usc my husband opens all my mail. 1
would certainly be thanking you if you
would put the address somewhere in
sour next month's rravuon
A Playboy's Girl
San Amonio, Texas

Iris mandatory that you send me Mr.
Jacquot Gris’ new address, He was do
ing some inves н vour magazine
the Hast time 1 saw him, He moved an
forgot to tell me where or when. This
is very urgent and 1 would appreciate

your help in finding him.
Miss Billie Jane Larson
San Amonio, Texas

like to get in touch with Mr
is IE yon bis addres
‘would you please send it to me.

Peggy Ganonle
Poteet, Texas

My boyfriend has gone and 1 can't find

him. He wrote a story for yon. | would
like vou to find him for me, became 1
love him. His name it is Jacquot Gris,

Con you help me? I thank уен
Elsie Snabel
San Antonio, ‘Texas
We've never heard of thir guy, Jae
quot Gris, and we never commissioned
him to do an article for ws, It doesn't
sound as though he has had much time

for writing.
a

Kind sir.

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PLAYBOY AFTER HOURS

£ had brunch a couple of weeks ago
with Arthur C. Clarke, author
(even novels, one coming up). astron

omer. physicist, skindiver and generally
a good sort, Reason we mention this is
because Clarke unfolded to us a tale con.
the Ultimate Machine invented
bya Iniend of his at M.LT. The g
is about the size and shape of a cigar bo
almost as plain: on its side is a sim-
ple toggle switch, nothing more. One
pulls the switch to the ox position and
the box emits an annoying buzz. Slowly,
the lid rises, а miniature hand issues
Пон. reaches around to the side. turns
the switch 10 OFF. and retires inside as
the did falls. And that is all

If you're one of the fortunate fellows
Who has flown around the world. Qant:
Airlines ollers a sporty lapel badge read.
ng “I Did I"

they'll send the badge to

In all candor, we must

cance recently mailed
a behalf of her roommate, to
commemorate that girl's loss of vi

Lady of our аси;

As we were saying, if you've circunim
gated the lobe, think of
some other appropriate use for an "I Did
1" badge h a winged letter to
мнау Ail Wheele
X Stall, 1058 Busch St, San Francisco 9.
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II recall that, а while back, Mar.
Caje de

Y
dew. Dietricl's Columbia LP,

Puri, came to your record deal

in the fragrance of heady ре
Mis Dietrich's favorite went. Not to һе
outdone, British comedienne Hermione
Gingold demanded similar treatment for
an LP of hers (on the Dolphin label, an
аии collection. of satirical ditties)
Accondingly, a review copy of the disc
amived at the

тимей by M

ss Gingold's favorite scent

offices accom

—a real, ripe dove of garlic at the height
of its powers,

an entire book is a rare
lishing circles, but recently
m of Bouregy & Curl was faced
with just such a case. A mystery novel,
titled The Golden Ballast and purport:
edly penned by a lad called Anthony
Hodgson. 1 out to be a virtual
word-for-word steal of 1951's Tender to
Danger, by Eliot Reed. a copyright pseu-
donym of two writers, Eric Ambler and.
Charles Rodda. Prophetically. the Bow
теру & Curl editor who frst read the
Ballast manuscript included a note alo

with his recommend по publish:

his is the best thing Fre read since
Eric Ambler.” Who discovered the heist?
Anthony Boucher: mystery reviewer for

the New York Times Nook К,
ol Fantasy
iributor to

ew. editor
md Science Fiction and con-

FILMS

d Nash's adap-
т play, fs a prairie story

y spinster (Каш
whose thirst for lave is
by the surrounding eal
estas thirst for rain. The end of both
droughts is brought about by the sud.
den appearance ol a flamboyant ch

Lancaster) with a rai
randiloquent gab and
a raimbarrel full of charm, “The two

stars give appealing performances. as
de the adept members of the suppen
cast-Cameron Prud'homme, Шомй
Bridges. Karl Holliman — who, as mem-
bers of Кае» family, are overe

sec her wedded and bedded (tho
necessarily in that onder)

“Nobody says anything bad about any-
body in an obit" So states one of the

h not

brass of the Anulgamated B
Company, which is plumi
coast memorial program
ement

дайсан
а cotto.
bout their ace

wer who has just expired in an
аталар. The chore of

wg together “a portrait in sound of
Is to one of the net-
orter-commentators (Jose Fer:
rer) who, in subsequent interviews with
the great man’s agent, wile, girlfriends,
beses and hangers-on, uncovers the fact
the saleansan-Iumorist-humznitar
niertainment world's
appens, Ferrer can

pli
а шем man”

work's re

ion was one of the
prize bastards. As it
Тате out nothing good to say ab
lin. "This is The Great Mem, AL Morgan's
screen adaptation of his own bestseller,
a book that swatted mosquitoes all over
the Madison Avenue jun-
gle. On him, with Ferrers slick direc

chete jab,
cling posthn

Tion. it becomes a master
In the process ol chro
sly the dead man's dual personality,

banters Qs and As with Keenan
Wynn, a shyster agent; Dean Jagger, the
network boss; Jim Backus, a lilytivered
PR. man: Julie London, а thrush
turned lush: and Ed Wynn, а hicktown
radio statio Tsk. tsk, so much
venom, so much chicanery, so much fun,

le Sorcière is a Franco Swedish import
(with English titles) about a French con
struction engineer's love айай in rural
Seandi with а woodland witch
(Marina Vlady). Macabre? Not really.
This witch is about 18 and full of fun.
and games. Trust the French to pour
her into a neartobursting dress (thus
providing much ol the picture's sus
pense) and trust the Swedes to have her
finally shed it for a dip in one of those
exer lovin’ Scandinavian lakes, She fi
nally sheds her boylriend, 100, for fear
a sonofawitch. An insub-
Thorne Smith

tioned likes are good to look at and,

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come to think of it, so is Vlady.

In 1927, Fred Astaire appeared

Broadway musical called Fanny Foe, with
tunes by George Gershwin. Now, 30
years later, a justasnimble Astaire is

appearing in a film version of the same
show. Audrey Hepburn is aboard, too,
as is chill

Sophia Kay Theo, making er
: jh the Gersh-

immed

ish bookworm (Не

the superchie world of fashion (rep

ted by Astaire as a fashion photog)

can’t hold up under even cunory in

spection. If you're in a generous mood,
ly enjoy the hu

indestructible A
by dubstar Thompso
engaging color work.

frightening one
and some highly

Worth viewing for assorted reasons:
Pontoloons, a lunny French Nick starring.
Femandel as the libertine, Don Juan...
Edge of the Ciy, а tough, tense. low
budget nail-biter cut [rom the On the
Waterfront mold . . . The Girl Cori Help
и and Zerok, which display the lull
Nedged fusclages of Jayne Mansfield and
Anita Ekberg, respectively

DINING-DRINKING

Beneath the sidewalks of New York,
the ellest-beat things happen. expecially
at Julius M. St- and
6th Ave), Joyous the spelunkers who
lower themselves into this о Broadway

and witty say

thews, et al. W's a p
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theatre and need 22—count “em —
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Guess Who Was There? is à perlect
spoot of the jaded international set, no-
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A pile of powerful writing and pleas
ading is collected. between d
Prise Stories 1957 (Doubleday
julled om the pages of Amer
jean magazines, the stories
by William Faulkner, Jean Sta
win Shaw, eravnov-vegulars Herbert
Gold amd Willard Marsh, and n
more. OF the
Gold (he copped prvnov's "36 Fiction
уннн. you'll recall) is amo up
ol three honored by the special O. Henry
укан. Editor Paul En
duction, commends him for his “shrewd

маш

le, in the боо

Tr sympathetic insight into the troubled.
Originally presented as a radio fes

ure. The An ef Being Hepply Married

(Harper

plotlormr

5) provided so successful a
Andre Maurois’ comments

hat the author was persuaded to b
them into this book. It is a rather skittish,
Toccamd-iction treatment af how not to
nd the author

e of sellevi

strings out his litle тес
Чеш truths in a sort ol lighthearted
Kinsey Report. Perched on a pedestal of
experience, M. Maurois observes the
antics of Marise and Philippe from the

moment the astute young lady seduces
her boyfriend into wedlock. Then the

blunders pile up: instead of idealizing

the dreary background ot her honey
moon, the wretched bride dissolves into
wars; she is diconcertingly honest with
hubby's boss and thereby loses Philippe
1 pay boost: she openly envíes the alla
чане ol their briends; hubby's infidelity
hvsteric
e пее almost (but m

pout while

quite) suc
ıl blandishments
As you will have
the book won't add to M.

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Marois’ literary stature, but he docs
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PARFUM BY

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(Bethlehem 6011) z with 20
musicians is as easy as doing the 100-

but Pete and
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yard dash
Johnny bri
their freewheeling

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Miss Han Chan lua playing the pi-pa.

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we soon got ch
Shinichi Yuize (that's a guy) was playin
Ha Ne Tonki (that's а musical piece) on

(that’s a siot uke with 13
pure sik strings). Ha Ne Tubi, o
Shuttlecock, is just one movement rom.

Yaize’s Dance Suite which, in turn, is

nt gives out with on

nimble

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Iushest Tinian pose dedicated to The
Thirteenth Month. The music? Oh, yes.
Pull out the disc and vou find а caros
fected voice that has no busi-

ve who could get

by so easily without it
Richard Breen's wi

Even Pete King’s
" ate a double honus. The
tunes include standards like III Кетет.
ber April, September in the Rain, and
several bright

nals, two of them by
to, Bobby
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only wench who shook us up

1 Beverly Kenney (Rost
year-old,
here a thoroughly ch:

puresoiced pisie who offers
yx Чени LP.

Beverly's enunciation is a joy to hear
lean, frosty, crisp amd superbly un
ked... . And don't overlook Jo

expostulating about
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maiden who can pu

Imosinetion
mellifluous
as prettily as they
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another

A

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ds that pop up whenever

xd fel rls begin willing
ds: om it there're such undergrad
classics as Zulu King, That's Where My

Money Goes, Schnitzetbank, ec — al
done with infectious, ea-husting en
thusiasma,

Our own Leonard Feather preven,
in West Coast vs. Eost Coast (MGM 1 sith
another battle of jazz, an

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1000 miles apart. take turm
four numbers and all s

who wants peace

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gether beautifully

Come Bach to Me, combines bath rap,

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The West Cow с

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The list hand. Fever

h regulars as Don Гарени
Bob Enevoldsen amd Buddy Collette
Plus André Previn playing not only
plano, but vibes. too. Thi is vicky
André uses a gismo called “ibori” a

piano Keyboard hooked up to viha
which makes it possible to plav up to 10
metes simultaneously

тне. The East Coasters are all trom
the Basie band

Sounds m

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a trumpetman to keep Three
оГ the arrangements are by Feather him
self, wo being of the same tune (Beverly
Hills) with the Eastern version slower,
more relaxed and lowerkeyed than the

Western. Whats the battle prove
Nothing: is fine listening.
THEATRE

Everything is not unadulterated Kicks
poo Joy Juice in the musical version of
AL Capp% comic strip. 01 Abner (at the
St, James, 138 W. 48ih). There are times
when the Norman Panama- Melvin

Frank book needs a nip of body building
Yokumberry toi

ic. The Johnny Mercer
Gene de Paul score is fair enough. but
it fails to ring out with a socke love hal
Jad, The importa
that this yokeltype valentine from Dog
patch is deservedly the son;

champ of this season
Edith. Adams is a beautifully stacked
Daisy Mae: Peter

almer is an allable
tower of reluctant manhood ay Lit M
ner; and Stubby Kaye, as Marıyin’ Sam,
stops the show ar will with sonne of Mer

¡cera choicest comedy lyrics. All of Dog
patch's likeable zanis — including live
stock are on hand, much as Capp

created them for posterity and over 700
But aside from the cartoon
the outstanding fc»
tute of the show is the jet propelled
imagination with which Michael Kidd
staged the dunce aumbers—as winged
and wacky as anything you've seen
since the first Keystone Comedy chase.

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vol. 4, no. 3— march, 1957

fiction BY CHARLES BEAUMONT

NIGHT RIDE

this band was the greatest of them all—
but behind its greatness
was a dark and terrible secret

нк WAS A sanawy кїз with junkie eyes and no place for his hands,
but he had the look. The way he апей past the tables, all alone by
himself; the way he yanked the stool out, then, and sat there doing
nothing: you could tell. He wasn't going to the music. The music
had to come to him. And he could wait.

Max йй, “High?”

1 shook my head. You get that way off a fresh needle, but then
you're on the nod; everything's upbeat. “Goofers, maybe.” 1 said, but
1 didn't think so,

"Put a nickel in him, Deck," Max said softly. "Turn him on.”

1 didn't have to. The kids hands crawled up and settled on the
keys. They started to walk, slow and easy, taking their time. No intro.
No chords. Just, all of a sudden, ınusic. It was there all the while,
Рорразап, how come you didn't notice?

1 couldn't hear much through all the noise in that trap, but a little
was plenty. It was real sound, sure enough, and no accident. The
Deacon Һай been dead right. Blues, fist of: the tune put down and
then brushed and a lot of improvising on every note: then, finally,
all of them pulled into the melody again, and all fiting. It was gue
stuf, but the boy had brains and he wasn't ashamed of them.

Max didn't say anything. Не kept his eyes closed and his ears open,
and 1 knew he was hooked. 1 only hoped it wouldn't be the same old
noise again. Wed gone through half a doen box men in a year.

Not like this one, though.

‘The kid swung into some chestnuts, like St. James Infirmary and
Bill Bailey, but what he did to thein was vicious. St. James came out
а place full of spiders and snakes and screaming broads, and Bailey
was a dirty bastard who left his woman when she needed him most,
He played Stardust like a boy scout helping a cripple across the street,
And you want to know something about Sweet Georgia Brown? Just
another seedy hustler 100 tired to turn a trick, that’s all.

Of course, nobody knew what he was doing. To the custo
‘those smears and slides and minor notes were only mistakes: or maybe
they didn't even notice.

What's his name?” Max said,
"David. Green.”
“Ask him to come over when he's through.”
I sliced my way past the crowd, tapped the kid's shoulder, told him

muma BY ZEKE ткан

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PLAYBOY

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‘who 1 was. His ejes gor a litte life in
them. Not much.
Max Daileys here." 1 wid. "He
wants some words."

"OK." the kid sai

1 went back. He dropped the knife
for a while and played Who straight,
ог pretty straight. The way ГА heard
it the night before, anyway, when it
was too hot to sleep and I'd gone out
for that wall. Funny thing about а
box: а million guys can hammer it,

can play last and hit all the notes

transpose from here to Wednesday.
But out of that million, you'll find may-
he one who gets it acros. And like as
mot he can't play fast and won't budge
ош of C. Davey Green wasn't what
you'd call a virtuoso, exactly. He dici
hit all the notes. Only the right ones

Alter a while he came over and sat
down.

Max grabbed his paw. "Mr. Green,
he mid, "you are а mess of fingen.“

"The kid nodded; it could have been

‘mostly good. The Deacon likes
like it.” He took off his sun glasses and.
folded them real slow. “I'm a tight man
with а compliment, Mr. Green,” he
said.

A chick in a green sarong popped out
of the шш. Shc ad a Hae Do and
а little there, "Gents?"

Max ordered for two. My cue: I
got up and Killed the rest of my Mar-

Cota make з phone call, bos,"
1 said, "Meet you outside.”

"Good enough.”

1 told the Kid maybe wed see him
around and he said, sure, maybe, and
T left.

Outside it was hot and wet, the way
it gets in NO. I wandered up one side
of Bourbon, down the other, bunting
some music, Tried a joint with a sign
that said, “Dixieland at its Best," but
the booze was watered and the dancer
didn't know: a pintsized chick with а
nervous tic. The band came on like
gangbusters — hooting and hollering
and putting on the big grin—and Î
blew.

Ju might have been born in New
Orleans, but it left home a long time
ago.

Max was waiting in front of the
Gotcha Club: he wasn't smiling, he
wasn’t frowning. We walked some
blocks. Then, in that whispery-soft voice
of his, he said: "Deek, 1 think maybe
we can start playing some now. 1 think
maybe we have us a box.”

1 felt proud, oh yes: that's how I fete.

"Got to be handled right, though.
The kid has troubles. Great big.
troubles!

He grinned. It was the kind of a
grin а hangman might flash at a caught
Killer, but 1 didn't know that. I didn't

even know there'd been а crime. All 1
thought was, the Band of Angels has
got 10 new fingers.

We broke at the hotel, but the train
didn't leave till eight the next night, so
1 had a party by myself. It didn't help.
1 dreamed all night about that lite
girl, and Т kept hitting her with the
«ar and backing up and hitting her and
watching her bleed.

Funny part was, once it wasn't me
in the car, it was Max, and the litle
girl was David Green . . .

The kid booked up with us in Mem-
phis. No suitcase, same clothes, same
eyes We were doing a fivenighter at
the Peacock Room, going pretty good
but nothing to write home about.
Davey listened to a set and tapped
Max's bas. "So Im bere," he wid.
"Want me to sit in?”

Max said no. "You listen. After the
bit, hen we'll talk."

Kid shrugged. Either he didn't give
a damn or he was elsewhere. “Hello,
Mr. Jones.” he said to me, and slumped
into a chair. He stuck his head on his
arms and that was it

Nobody was hot, so we played some
standard dance tunes and faked 2 jam
session and sort of piddled around until
two. Then we packed up and headed
cee Ра

“This is the Band of Angels.” Max
mid, but he didn't say it before we
were at attention, all present amd ac-
counted for. “Deacon Jones you already
know. He is a trumpet, also a comet
and sometimes, when we're in Califor-
mia, а flute. Tm bass; you know that,
too. The tall, ugly fellow over there is
Bud Parker, guitar. Rollo Vigon and
Parnelli Moss, sex and valve trombone.
Hughie Wilson. clarinet. Sig Shulman,
ош drummer. the quiet, thoughtful guy

тау right. АШ together, the very best
in the world — when they want to be.
Gentlemen, our new piano: Da
Green.”

The kid looked scared. He paned a
limp hand around, аз if hc wished he
was in Peoria; and he almost jumped
when Max put the usual to him. Who
wouldn't?

“We're a jaz band, Green. Do you
know what jazz is?"

Davey threw me a glance and ran his
hand over his hair. “You tell me.”

‘can't. No one can. It was а stupid.
question.” Max was pleased: if the kid
had tried an answer, dut would've
been bad.

‘Sig began to tap out some rhythm on
a table, impatiently

“TU tell you one thing, though. If
you want to make it with the Angels,
You've got to forget about categories,
Some bands play Storyville, some play
Lighthouse: head music and gut music
always one or the other. We don't
work that way. Jazz is jazz. Sometimes

well spend а week on the traditional,
Mp over and tke up where Chico
Hamilton leaves of, Whichever says
what we have to say best, You dig?”

Davey said he dug, When Max got
the fever like this and started the ser.
mon, you didn't argue, Веси he
meant it; and ће knew what he was
talking about.

Davey didn’t understand how impor-
tant it was for him to say the right
thing. but he managed fine, For а few
minutes he'd laid his troubles down.

“Take it in. Green. Think hard
about it, What you've heen doing is
high up, but one way. I believe you
can be all ways I believe it because T
have faith in you."

Max stuck his hand on Davey's
shoulder, almost the same way hed
done with each of us over the years,
and Т could sec that it hit the kid hard.

"ТИ try, Mr. Dailey,” he said.

"Make it Max, Doesn't take as Jong”

Then it was all over. Max closed
the Bible and broke out some Catto's
Scotch, which is a drink he does not
generally like to share; then һе got the
Kid into а corner.

1 should have felt great,
way I did, but something was spoiling
it. I went over to the window for some
air: the sidewalks had been hosed down
and they put up a nice clean smell,
next best to summer rain.

“Nice kid." 1 looked over; it was
Pamelli Moss. He still had the shakes,
but not so bad as sometimes. Hard 10
see how a iman could hit the bottle the
way Parelli did and still finger a
horn. Hard to see how he could stay
alive.

He was wound up. And T was't in
any mood for it. “Yeah.”

"Nice fine kid" He held the ice
water near his forehead. Cold turkey.

оп and off. “Max hummin' up а new
crutch?”
1 ignored it; maybe itd go away.

le didn't. “Is he any good" Par
теш asked,

“He's good:

“Poor Mr. Green. Deck, you liste
hell stay good, but he won't stay
mice. Not with Big M."

Parnelli,” 1 said, just as cool as 1
could, “you're a fair Һот but that's
all 1 can say for you."

“That's what I mean." be suid, and
grinned. 1 suddenly wanted to pitch
hin out the window, or jump, myself
1 couldn't tell which,

He rolled the glass across his fore
head. “Give us this day.” he said, sing
song, "our Dailey bread —"

"Shut up” T kept it in whispers so
mo one else would hear. Мов was
loaded: he had to be, “Parnelli, listen,
you want a Кайе in Max — thats OK,

(continued overleaf)

Ben)

PLAYBOY

that’s fine by me. Stick it in and wiggle
it. But keep it away from me—TI don't
int to hear about
What's the matter, Deck — afraid?”
"No. See, the way С look at it. Max
picked you up when your own mother
wouldn't have touched you with rub
her gloves. You were nothing, Parnelli.
ng. You ought 10
nees to him”
wid, with a real

body che would have bothered.”
"For a fact, Deck.”

ive let you Kick off in

1 wanted to slug him then, but I
couldn't E knew he hawd Max Dailey.

» the life of me. 1 couldn't Bgure
ош why. И was like hating your best

уре that was it — responsible
“Tell him to cut out. then. For the
Jove of Christ, tell him that.”

“Go to heilt” 1 swung across to the
other room: it was like busting out of
а snake house. Davey Green was there.
all wo himself, sitting. Only he was dil
erem. Those hard. bittertype lines
were goue. Now he just looked — sid.

“How you makin’ it"

The kid looked up. "The hard way,”
he said. “Ive been talking to Mr.
Dailey, He's — quite а guy.”

1 pulled mp a chair. My back was
sweating, Cold sweat, "How you mean?"

don't know, exactly. T never met
yone like him before, The way he
has of, м
and how
Гуни

“You got troubles, kid?" "The sweat

ө getting colder.

He smiled. He was damned young.
maybe only 25; handsome, in а Krupa
Kind of way, “Tell the Deacon”

"Ко troubles.” he said. "Just a dead

wile"

* wrong, and pulling it out

1 sat there, getting scared and sick
and wondering why. "How far back?”

year” he suid, like he still didn't
believe it. ing. wo. 1 never

used to be able to talk about it. But
Mr. Dailey seemed to understand. 1 told.
him everything, How Sal and I met,
hen we got married and went to live
the development, and ——" He shoved
his face against the wall quick.

“If you talk about it, kid, you get
на of it" 1 said,

“Tha's what Mr. Dailey told me."

"Yeah." 1 knew. It was exactly what
Mr. Dailey had told me, six years ago,
after the accident.

Except, 1 was
that little girl, as

dicaming about
had happened

and it got too нин

b. E said, amd blew back to
my room on the second floor.
1 don't bug cay, never did, but 1

wis Lind uf a thing inside me
it woukln't move.

ell him to cut out ... For the love
ө] Chris, tell him that ->

Next might the bid showed up ow
time in one of Rollo's extra suits, He
looked very hip but abo very tired.
amd you could see that he hadn't had
much seep.

Max gave him а Ише introduction to
the crowd and he sat down at the box.

Things were pretty teme.

We did Night Ride, our trado mark:
and the kid did everything he was sup
posed to. Very fine backing. but noth-
ing spectacular, which was good. Then
we broke and he got the nod from Max
and started in some xal Title dancing.
om Jada. It isn't casy тө make that tune
sul. He did it

And the crowd loved it

He minored Lady Ве Good. and then
threw a whole lot of sparks over “A”
Train; and the Peacock Ream began
10 jam. | mean, we were aheays able
to get them to listen. and all that foot
stomping routine, but diis was finally
а.

Davey Green wasn't good. He was
great. He Brubecked the hell out of
Sentimental Lady — keeping to Max's
arrangement enough so wc could tag
along, but putting in fivc minutes more
and it was real reflective, indeed.
Then, with everything cool amd brainy,
he turned right around and there was
Jelly Roll, up from the dead, doing
Wolverine the way it hadn't ever hee
done:

And all the hearing aids were turned
to ‘Tout’ when he rode out à solo
marked Penonal. Mmighty sud мый;
bluesy: you knew —1 knew — what he
was thinking about. Him and his wife
in bed on а Dot morning, with the sum
screaming in, them half-awake, and the
эй right and everything new. Red
ке. Warm blues

Max listened with bis eyes tight shut
He was saying: Don't touch a thing.
boys: don't make a move. You might
break it. Leave the kid alone.

Davey stopped, suddenly. “Ten bear
pame. And we thought it was over, but
it wasn't. He was remembering some-
thing else now. and 1 knew that that
first was just the beginning.

He stated а melody, no life in it,
тю feeling: just the notes. Ш You Were
the Only Girl in the World — then he
smeared his fist down the keys and be:

gan to improvise. It was wicked. Tt
маз brilliant. And the cats all swallowed

1s nothin’ but bones . . <
Which girl you talking about — yours
‘or mine? 1 wondered. But there wasn't
amy time to figure it out, because he
ws all done. The Peacock Room w
exploding amd Davey Green wî
ting there, sitting there, looking at his
hands.
“A onc

А two" softly from May,

We all took olf on St. Louis Blues,

‘of his own, and Т blew my h
й was break tine.

Max put on his blinkers and went
over to the kid. 1 could barely hear
him. "Very clean, Mr. Green.“ The kid
was will with it, though: he did
seem to be listening. Max whispered
few things and сате on down off the
stand. He was 10 feet tall

“We've got it, Deck" he
was a light im back of

M's ours now."
Knocked the spit out of my trumpet
tried a grin.

Max put a hand on my shoulder.
“Deck,” he said, “that was а good solo
you blew. but I'm worried. You've been

/ blame you a lot. But we're
swinging now. you dig, and we're going
to swing high. So forget about the god:
damn thing —or talk it over with me
after е show. Um available.” Me
"You know that, don't yo

ing to God he would;
said. "Sure, Max,” I

told him. "Thanks:
“Nothing.” hc said, and went over to
т. Bud was hooked and Мах
m supplied. Tt always semed
OK became otherwise he'd be out stc
ing, maybe killing, for the stuff.
Now 1 wasn't so sure. Parnelli leaned
over and blew a sour note out of his
vale bone. “Nice kid,” he sid.
think Maxi want to keep him.
So right With 10 hot fingers we
started doing business im a great big
way. 1 don't know why. Te just happo
corm belt fast

outpulled everything since Mull
Quartets and trios were all the bit
then, and that made ws a ricky tick Big
Band, but nobody cared, In a month
the word got around amd they were
ing down from ‘Fria o ghe a

бае

1 didn't hase much to do with either
Max or Davey: they were buddy buddy
(continued overlea})

BOXING 1957

В qua or ves required
only a fraction of the scheduled
15 rounds to prove his right to the
heavyweight championship of the world.
In the fifth, Floyd Patterson cut down
the old master, Archie Moore, and be
came (at 21) the youngest fighter ever
10 win the Big ‘Title

Jut as om is th
heavyweight champ, he may also prove
to be one of the very best. Like Joc
Louis (who was 28), he has class — he is
swift, and steady, and smart beyond his
зве and he strikes with the
ol a precocions snake

youngest

mts by John Lardner

mov picked Floyd Patterson as a

coming champion threc years ago, in its

бим ring preview. at a time when he had
d was limited by his
ing sis-round bouts, A усаг
ago, PLAYBOY'S ring preview predicted
that Patterson would
Marciano in 1997,
м. Rocky retired in 1
title dangling for grabs by the two men
with che best claims: the Olympic Kid
from Brooklyn and the crafty, seasoned
Moore, who ped Marciano him
self on th
fore, Its

challenge and
As it turned
6, leaving his

Moore's stature for the championship,
They asked hi
question,

the hardest available
and he answered it right, iu

Today, he
cept for. the

the shortest, cleanest way
seems 10 stand alc
lingering shadow of the last champion,
the Rock of Brockton, Mass, There is,
that Patterson
But now

still a chance, in fac
тау “beat Marciano in
it is Rocky who must do the challenging.
Since the Patteryon-Moore fight, Mar
tiano has told us — as he has told others
dy will never fight

100,000 gate

(continued on page 74)

NIGHT RIDE (continued from poge 20)

now. Max almost never let him out of
sight — not that he neglected us. Every
couple of PMs hed show. just like
always, ready with the talk, He was
available, “Got to take care of my boys
s +” But Davey was the star of the
show, and he didn't circulate much. Te
was enough just to see him, anyway.
His piano wa getting better, but he
was getting worse, Every night he told
the могу about him and Sally, how
happy they were, how much he loved
ber, amd how she caught a germ and
died. Every mood they might have had,
be pulled it out of the box. And always
ended up in Weep City. Used to be
he'd get mad as hell at God for taking
her breath out of her body and putting
her underground; now he was mostly
just sad, lonely, brought down.

‘And the Bund of Angels couldn't do
anything wrong. Before, we were a
bunch of smart musicians: we could
give you Dixieland or we could give
you Modern; hot or cold: and nothing
you could call a style. With Daveys
fingers, we had a style. We were just
as smart, could play all the different
Jura, but we were blues men. We played
mostly for the dame at the end of the
bar, ай alone, with too much paint or
too much fat. Or for the little guy who
won't dance because he's scared of what
‘might happen when he's up that close.
We played for little chicks with thick
glass, losers, neverhads, for stags and

One of those wordy critics said it:
“The Max Dailey band plays to that
piece of everybody that got hurt and
won't heal up."

months more, forever maybe, but we
had to spread Max's gospel. What was
wrong with Birdland?

Not а thing, Max had been sniffing
around New York for years but who
were we then?

y we hit, hé tiptoed in church:
yle. He spoke even lower, to Davey
“Kid, this layout is all for Yardbird

deed,” he said. "Big talem

We crept out; later on we came back.
and ripped that church apart at the
wars. Davey was going like never be-
fore, but you couldn't get at him. Once
after а show 1 asked him did he want
to go out and have a beer with the
Deacon, and he allowed that was all
right, but Max came along and I wasn’t
about to break through,

And that’s the way it went Down
Dent tagged us as “the most individual
group in action today” and we cut

а flock of albums — Blue Mondays;
‘Moanin’ Low; Deep Shores — and it was
Kravy and champagne for breakfast.

Then, I can't remember what night
it was, Max came up to my place.

He didn't look gleeful, First time Td
seen him alone since Rollo got in trou
ble with that army fag, He made it
real casual.

"Deck. you seen Davey around?”

Something jumped up my throat,
“Not for quite а while,” Т said.

He did a shrug.

"You worried?” 1 asked.

“Why should 1 be worried? He's of

He кн.

hen, the next night. it went and
blew itself to pieces. Td finished my bit
with the horn — Saturday P.M. — when
Parnelli tapped me and said, "Look
out there.” 1 saw people. "Look out
there again,” he ssid.

I saw а chick. She was cyeballing
Da

"Max going to love that.” Parnelli
said. “He's just going to eat that all up,
rx

When it was over, the kid walked
down and gave the doll a smile. She
ave it back. And they went over to а
dark comer and sat down.

“Oo-weee. Mr. Green has got himself
а something, I do declare. And won't
you kindly lamp Big M?”

Max was looking at them, all right.
You couldn't tell exactly what he was
thinking, because none of it showed
in his face, He tumed the knobs on
his bass, slow, and looked. That's all

After a while Davey and the girl got
up and headed for the stand.

“Max, Td like you to meet Mis
Schmidt, Lorra

Hughie Wilson's eyes fell out, Bud
Parker said “Yeah” and even Rollo
picked up —and Rollo doesn't go the

1 route. Because this chick was hol
kı legirl style, pink dress and
apple cheeks and a build that said, Um
all here, don’t fret about that, just take
my word for it

“She's heen coming to hear us every
might,” Davey said.

71 know.” Max said. "I've меп you
around, Miss Schmidt"

She smiled some pure sunshine. "You
have a fine band. Mr. Dai

"Thats right"

“1 particularly loved Deep Shores to
night. И was —

reat, Miss Schmidt. One of Daveys
originals. 1 guess you knew that.”

She turned to the kid. "No, 1 didn't.
Davey — Mr. Green didn't tell me.”

Our little box man grinned: fast Td.
seen him do it for real. You wouldn't
have recognised him.

And that's all she wrote. It was plain

and simple: Davey was going upstairs
with this baby and she was liking it.

She showed up on the dot every P.M.,
always solo. Listen out the sets and
afterwards she and the kid would cut
ош. He looked plenty beat of а morn-
ing, but the change was there for all
to scc. No question: David Green win
beginning to pick up some of the mar-
bles he had lost.

‘And Max never said a word about it,
either. Pretended he didn't give а hoot
опе way or the other; пісе as hell to
both of them, But Parnelli wouldn't
wipe that Jook off his fac

“Playing out the linc" he'd sy.
“Max is a smart fella, Deck. Anybody
else, hed put it on the table, Say
"Were taking a European tour or
something like that. Not our boss man
Smart piece of goods . ."

Jt got thicker between Davey and his

hear something else, though. The band
—й wasn’t top мы any more. 1 didn't
know why, you couldn't finger the dif-
ference: but it was there, OK. We wer
playing music. Like a lot of guys play
music, But we'd lost something

But Max wasn’t upset and he was
a walking tuning fork —so 1 figured it
must be me. The dreams again, maybe.
They were coming all the time, no mat
ter how much 1 talked about them

1t wasn't me, though. We were begin

ag to sound lousy and it kept up
that way, night after night, and I was
afraid 1 knew why, finally.

Three days after Davey had an
nounced his engagement to Lorraine,
the dam cracked. Like:

Wed all gathered on the stand an
Max had onctwo'd for Tiger Rog
we'd started to play. And suddenly it
was all fine again. The sound was there,
only a lot richer than it had ever bee
Davey piano was throttled wp an

out sadness again, throwing
п frame around all of us. Keep
ing us level

Parnelli tapped me and 1 went cold
1 looked at Davey—he was gone; ot
of й— amd 1 looked into the aw
and the chick was gone too. 1 mean she

Мах was picking
eyes squinched, happy an
а pig in September,

We swung into Deep Shores and 1
think — m not sure, but I think ~
that’s when it all got clear for me. After
six years

pered. "Нез had a rough one."
“What do you mean?”
“The chick was ng. Deck.”
“don’t believe
"She was ng. 1 knew it right along.
(continued он page 36)

THE

DECENT THING
TO DO

in which virtue

is discussed, defined and
deliciously demolished

fiction Ву Dion Henderson

т one eye blue and
the other brown, and all the dents in
her head where the Bolsheviks walked
‘on her-got the new Jaguar Mark VII?
Don't tell me you never wondered about
that, son, it's the most obvious insoluble
mystery since the Gordian Knot.

Well, there was a gentleman at the
bouom of it, despite what you might
think after looking at Tanya. And as
fine and modest and honorable a gentle
man as ever came out of Texas with
hundred dollar bills stulled in his boot
tops

„ was Dallas

you tay
remember
when we were sophomores, He won
that one with а 10-yard kickoff return

Look, Dallas." she sald, “the sale is cherry red."

PLAYBOY

amd hed have been a great halfback
all through college except the Tech line-
backer welched and told the oficials
when old Dallas came around after the
game and tried to collect that sawbuck
hed bet the linebacker on that kick
after touchdown.

Well, you remember Dallas Smith
тюм, son. But to get back to Tanya.
One night Dallas stopped in at the
Alumni Club and the place was pretty
well deserted, except for old Tanya at
the bar, Dallas saw right away that
Tanya was having herseM an attack of
homesickness, the way she did every
once in a while, She was mixing herself
toddies, a third vodka and а third
Cointreau and а third yellow chartreuse,
and after she tossed one off she'd put

in her hands and heave those
sobs until the earrings with
the arms of the Ninitschkoys and the
Romanovs rattled on the bar, She was
real ыб.

Now Dallas, being a man who couldn't
stand to see а woman in tears when һе
hadn't had anything to do with it, high-
heeled his way across the bar and asked
her all about her trouble.

Tanya waved a piece of paper at him.

“This is all I have to show for 27
years’ ps from these cheap bums”
Tanya said, waving the paper. "I will
never have enough to buy a Jaguar
Mark УП with red wheels”

Те piece of paper wat а thousand

conversation touched old
Dallas Smith in two tender points. First
place, he was right grieved to learn that
a woman with all of Tanya's refinement
and background considered the members
of the Alumni Club а bunch of cheap
bums Second place, that thousand dollar
bill roused his gambling spirit. So he
said, as courtly as only a Texas man
can gets

“Honey, tell you what. FI just lay
u

He stopped then, the way Tanya
perked up, and rephrased his remarks.
"Honey." he wid, "TI bet you that

and you got there in your pore spa-
vined old alabaster hand, that 1 can
Tun it into a new Jaguar sedan for
your next birthday.’

“You're on, Texas," Tanya said. "And.
my next birthday is only four months

a bet, then,” Dallas Smith said.
He reached over and took the thousand
dollar bill out of her fingers and high-
heeled his way out of the place. He was
probably the only inmate of our uni
туйу, past or present, who could have
taken that thousand and walked away
with it But even Tanya knew old

that he lived by a mighty strict

code.
Nothing more was said about the ber
for quite à while. Matter of fact, Dallas

Smith didn't show up much around the
Alumni Club, except sometimes for a
quick 10 or 12 hours of fvecard stud
їп the middle of the week.

But then one night he threw a little
stag dinner for five of his friends, and
when Tanya took them into the private
dining room — alter shed bawled hell
‘out of the waiter in Russian and French
both for not having the champagne just
right in the buckets, and having the ice
100 fine under the blue points she
brushed past old Dallas and said, "To-
morrow is my birthday, Texas.”

“I know it, honey.” Dallas said with
that Jong slow grin. "I sure do know it."

And that's all that was said between
them. The dinner went along fine. There
were just five guests, all fellows who
had been in school together and still
‘were one anothers best friends even
though Dallas was the only one who
still was a bachelor. The others — there
was Steve Farber, whom you might re-
member from the track team, he got a
brome at Helsinki: and Les and John
and Rod and Albert; the old gang—
all had married well and were doing
right well in the business world, too.
Dallas not only hadn't married, he
wasn't much involved in business either.
He always said that the money kept
‘gushing up out of the ground in Texas
so fast he couldn't car it away and
get down to work for a long time.

Anyway, the dinner was down to the
café avec calados stage hat was a
focal vice in our undergraduate days—
when Dallas leaned back and blew away
some of the orange flavored smoke from
Armin's surettes and said:

Friends, there's a little matter that
1 don’t rightly know whether 1 should
bring up. But its a gambling matter,
and I'd purely appreciate a mite of
advice from youll.”

Well, that sure flattered the company,
Dallas Smith asking for advice on a
gambling matter.

сз kind of a delicate matter,” Dallas

ince it involves the opposite sex
and а middling indelicate wager that
was undertaken, however.” he explained,
“purely in the interests of science, phi-
losophy and gamblin’”

"Put your problem right in our
hands." Steve Farber said.

“Yes indeed,” Les said, taking his pipe
out of his mouth to make room for his
big smi

“We're at our best deciding indelicate
wagers” said John.

Especially those undertaken in the
interests of science. philosophy and yam-
bling." Albert said. "Really we are”

Rod just nodded, sniffed the colundos
steam from the demitasse.

So Dallas put it out there for their
‘consideration. No names, of course, he
said. Alter all, a right dear friend of his
was involved. So there wouldn't be any

identification. But he'd All im details
that were pertinent, he said, so's they
could make а fair judgment.
seemed, Dallas said, that а few

weeks ago he and this good old friend
of his had been sitting in the frien
apartment, sipping Amarillo lightning
and discoursing right freely on the state
ol the world (as they, usually did) and
‘on the state of womankind (as they fre
quently did) and presently upon the
feminine qualities that are bleakly
termed “chaste” and as bleakly "virtu
ous” (which they rarely did).

А discusion like that, with the tapes
И эп old Bessie Smith collection of
dirty blues in the background, led them
pretty promptly into а debate consid-
erably warmer and more specific than
the same subject would have generated
at an executive luncheon. This friend
of old Dallas put up as his premise that
among the beautiful and the beloved,
Virtue existed аз an abstract quality. But
old Dallas, who wasn’t what you might
all a fervent Platonist even back in
‘old man Gootlieb’s Philosophy 210, said
he figured that virtue was about as ab-
stad. say. as money. Either one, he
allowed, could provide a ft and proper
subject for a little abstract contempla-
tion, but you could demonstrate right
quick the existence of either one.

"Why, son." Dallas said, “ГИ take the
position that virtue in our charmin'
‘companions on this 11 old earth is such
a damn practical thing that a man with
а honed-down sense of timin’ and oppor
tunity can lull it into а dore in right
smart order.”

“Nonsense.” his friend said

“Son,” said Dallas, being a gambling
man from the word go, "I'd sure like
to set up a little wager on this, for the

sake of defendin’ my philosophical prin-
ciples.”
You mean,” bis friend said, “you're

willing to bet that you can prove virtue
among the fair doesn't exist as an
abstract quality, by assaling and over-
coming it in the flesh?”
"The Lord take pity on me,” Dal
said pioudy, "but that's just exactly it^
And his friend, with a sudden schem
ing glint in his сус, leaned forward and
said, "Dallas old man, you name the
stakes and FIL name the subject.”
"That ain't a fair offer,” Dall
жй all sides of it at once.
opened my mouth, son, and ГИ stand
ıa thousand dollars."

АП right, son,” Dallas Smith said.
‘But you haven't named the subject.”

"Just a minute," his friend said, be.
cause the doorbell was ringing. He got
up and it was his wife, coming home
from a bridge party or something, With
(continued on page 38)

PLAYBOY

“I agree you own ten percent of me, but
mot that ten percent!"

Professionals and amateurs are
hereby warned that, in this Jorm,
this play is addressed solely to the
sending public and тау only b.
performed by theatrical, film or
television companies, 1 should live
зо long, upon payment of royalty
and а promise to hire Ernest Borg: >
wine for the title vole.

anean: the family homestead of Paddy
Pastafazul and his sisters and his cousins
and his аши, a typical average lower-
middleclass American. family of Irish-
Malian origins who lve in an old stage-
set of Clifford Odet? Awake and Sing
which they got cheap from the Group
Theatre when it disbanded. Extension
conh eriwerom the living тоот, ve-
sembling the work of a mammoth spider.
Paddy's mama, knonon as MAMA, wrapped
în a ташу old chenille bathrobe, is
looking out the window at film clips
of the New York blizzard of 1917 and
‘ne of the better Florida hurricanes.

lut the weather awful. (JL is not a
question.)

rawy
Wha?

їч the weather awful.
PADDY

by you is always awh

IT the Yiddish dialect, you Irish-
а bum. Who do you think you are,

а lower-middle-class t» drama,

adaptable to the movies on a moment’s notice

Rod Steiger?
улу

Che dice? ЕМ?! Che cosa dice, Мата!
MAMA

So from The Rose Tattoo he gives me.
Have а piece of fruit.

p
Mama, leave me alone, willya? Willya
leave me alone, Mama? That's all 1 hear
from you, day and night, seven days a
week .

(pleading)

And why shouldn't you hear it from
me? Paddy, you're not so young any-
more. You're gonna be THIRTY-FIVE
OLD come next Epiphany.
THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OLD youre
gonna be come next Epiphany, Paddy.

Us mot so young. A fellow like you,
а nice clean fellow like you with spaces
between his teeth shouldn't be sitting
around folding ravioli for his mama in
the evenings when all the other fellows
are not folding ravioli in the evenings
for their mantas. Paddy, Paddy me boy
(MAMA represents the Irish side of the

family). it's of your own happiness Г
thinkin’, entirely. In your old age, when
you're sitting by younelf in a prop
rocker and having trouble with your

digestion, you'll wish you had kept your
alimentary canal open when you had
the chance and soaked up all them
precious vitamins and minerals so neces-
sary lor strong bones and sparkling
teeth. Paddy, 1 beg of you: have a piece
of fruit

аот

1 don't wanna h more! T suffered

enough. Don't you think 1 got feelings?
1 don't wanna be ert no more. Peaches
1 bad, and swallowed the pits: apples
1 had, and got а stomachache becuz
they wuz green: raspberries 1 had, and
got the seeds between my teeth so 1
looked like a jerk when 1 smiled. So
leave me alone, Mama, willya?

MAMA
Аһ, ye ungrateful spalpcen, yel Your
‘own Uncle Giulio who dandied you on
his good knee when you wuz a wee slip
ol a boy, and paid for the very braces
fon your шаһ...
Some braces! 1 didn't have gaps be
tween my teeth Before the braces!

MAMA
- Uncle Giulio, who practically cor
hered the fruit market all by himself
and who deserves a little considera
+ (she loses the syntax). . . Paddy.
aucntion, ATTENTION must finally
be paid to Uncle Giulio!

тоу
off the Arthur Miller dialect, Ma
do you think you are, Mildred
nock?

mama
» to no disrespect toward your
dred. Her what dandled

run
Aunt M

you
D
Awrightawriglt, Мана! Anything to
Keep peace in the family! (He gnaws
on а pineapple.)
The phone rings. You think it's а nice
modern csadle-phone like every other
lawermiddle<loss family has? Not а
chance! Irs one of those old tall jobs

2

PLAYBOY

with the receiver hanging on a hook at
the side. ума» ctio weddles in
to answer it. He is wearing trousers
only, the suspenders outlined in bold
relief against his bare chest, He has
five o'clock. shadow all the way down
lo the waist.

как enu.

(on phone)
Pronto. Giulio qui. Bene, bene. Come
sta? (Stops abruptly, hands phone to
pavor in disgust.) Iva for you.

мамл

А phone call for Paddy! A real phone
call for my Paddy! Giulio, put on a
shirt

ках auo
Shudda you face.

ташу

(on phone)
Yeh. Yeh. Yeh, Veh. OK. OK, Sure,
Stinky, You bet. ГЇ be there.
үлкөн.
ranean: Walgreen's. sunky is sented
al the fountain, sipping a Green River
and reading а copy of Мий Comics.
Enter vans.

Pavor
So how's everything?

E
Gee, look here: the Queen of the planet
Kreplach —
Which one is her?

suskv
The one with the glass eye in her belly-
button

ravo
Oh. So what about her?

p

(indignant)

So she's got a glass eye in her belly-
button! What mare d'ya want?

тү

(scoffs wordlesdy)

E
(after a moments silent exasperation)
How many broads уон know got glass
‘eyes in their belly buttons?

PADDY
(starts to talk, is interrupted)

Er

Name one! Just one! Go ahead!
ташу

Un
sany

1 doubledare yal
тару

Knock it off, Stinky. I come here for a
good time, 1 don't come here lookin"
for а hard time. (Long pause.) 1 come
here lookin’ for a good time and you
give me a hard time.

эпккү
You come here lookin’ for a коой time
amd 1 give you а hard timed Listen,
1 don't give nobody по hard time.
(Longer pause.) I'm lookin’ for a good
time. You give me a hard time.
1 give you a

soma рак.
(wrapped in a ratty old chenille
bathrobe)
1 CAN'T STAND ТТИ Order already,

Panov
Naw.

smsy

lave a mot beer.

anov
Naw.

mer
Have a cuppa collec,

pavor
Naw.

жоол ях

Have а piece of fruit.

Panov

(throttling soo rax)
iky. listen. Are ya listenin’, Stinky?
isten. Fin in trouble.

Maybe you could advise me, like.

Sure. Open a vein.

You ain't even heard me yett
sxy

Talk.
7

Its like thishere: my mother. She's al-
Ways after me to get married. Thats all
1 hear from her ший T think FI go off
my rocker. Get married, Paddy. Go by
the church and get married. Have а
catered абай. All your brothers are
married, so why ain't you? You oughta
һе ashamed of yourself. Paddy, she says,
‘marry that poor girl and make an
honest woman of her, willya?

smay
If had a old lady like that, Td Jobber
her.

А
You got a old lady like that.

snev
1 clobber her! So go mi what's your
problem?

p
Whats ny problem? My problem is my
‘old lady she don't unverstand good. 1
dell her: Mama, 1 tell her, Gruba and
me are happy just the way we are. We
don't want no catered affair. All we
want is an айай. But this don’t cut no
ice with Mama. I might as well be
talkin’ to the garbage can, Sometimes
1 find myself talkin’ to the garbage can,
she's drivin’ me so nutty. Stinky, what
am Т gonna do?

smar
Open а vein.

ту

Mama's?

(hedgir

ашу

(hopelessly)
Well, hanks anyway, Stinky. 1 guess
TI just have to work it out somehow.
(But stingy has returned to his comic
book. ғлоюу leaves. his knuckles erap
ing the floor.)
YADE-OUT.
raman: the Pastaazul flat again, vaniy,
wrapped in Mama's ratty old chenille
bathrobe, is sitting in the best armchair
in the house, opening beer cans with
his teeth and lapping up the brew with
relish. GRLUA CATR, an opulent item
with much to recommend her, is seated
on his lap, chewing bubble gum and
reading a copy of Groin Comics, also
with relish. The velish ix in a little
bottle on the end-table.

p

Paddy, how come the Queen ol the
planet Crisco is got а cocktail onion
in her bellybutton?

Uh..

Maybe shes—a Gibson Girl! Harhar-
har! Say, pardon me, honey, 1 gotta
make a phone call. Just sit right here
and don't go ‘way. (On phone) Ho,
Stinky? Howza boy? Say. 1 just thought
you'd like to know my troubles are
Over. Mama won't give me no hant
time no more. Huh? Well, you know
all these-here extension cords we got
hangin’ around the place? Well, when
1 got home, 1 found Mama swingin’
from one of ‘em. Accident. Walked
right into it throat first, T gues. It was
bound to happen sooner or later. Yeah.
Well, just thought you'd like to know.
So long. Stinky, see yaround.
He hangs up and turns his attention to
онов. Conscious of his scrutiny, she
shivers with expectation, her left and
right breasts rising and falling alter
nately. At this point, and while we
Mill have time Jor the closing commer
cial, we leave panov and GRUBA to em-
joy their simple pleasures, much like
ату other average lowermiddlectess
ple who are living in sin, They
Jorget, of course, that усак олло is
yet to be reckoned with, but we won't
remind them. Since this is a hightype
oneshot drma, mot a cheap, sleazy
serial, don't tune in next week to find
‘out what happens. Another play will be
оп then, There's this average lowermid:
dteclass daughter, see, who would be
almost as pretty as Debbie Reynolds if
she wore makeup but who doesn't wear
make-up because then she might be mi
taken for an upper middleclass daughter,
see, and all she wants is a very simple
wedding, but her mother . . . Luckily,
they have extension cords, too,

article BY AVERY ATWOOD

Graduate engineer Coconut Willy conten
plates one of his dizzier chopecu creations,
the profits from which enable him to while
away leisure hours in а more romantic manner.

N Sal

комжт CALDWELL, 27, college graduate,
Navy veteran (nickname: Bulls
сус), well paid junior account executive
at а large Madison Avenue advertising
agency, had an hallucination while re-
turning to New York on a train. He was
pooped. He had seen five accounts in
four days on a tight schedule, Two
nights he had drunk too much. His
thront was sore, both from smoking and
from the beginnings, he thought, of his
second cold of the winter. He was look-
ing dully out of the train window at the
industrial slums of New Jersey when he
suddenly spotted а sea of tropic green,
a dazling white beach, palm trees and
a man in white duck pants, bronzed and
barefoot. The man was himself.

In Pennsylvania Station, he left the

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30

Surfboord-whiz Bobby Krewson teoches the dry-lond prelims of Na sport; Woody Brown does o brisk biz houling coeds In о colomoron.

overhe
jowd tn the taxi
nimue battle, he

woman for a cab, His feet were wet
there was a dismal, driving rain.
When he got up the next morning he
lad a sharp pain im his ston
vl the vague feeling that it was the
ning of am ulcer. At the agency,
entire planned cam

his bass rejee

with three words ("It doesn't
back to his desk

He we
dolled а paln
Майн he saw hi
besiele the gree
ber the feel of strong su

sea, He шей to remes
somethi
e bad missed for several years Then he

amd with the wellchosen, acid

Three months later Robert Caldwell,
b w simply as Bulls
of the accepted beachcombers of Oahu,
ng with Steambost Joe. Panama. the
ike amd Coconut Willy. For white
s he used his Navy whites. He was
zed and in terrific shape from surf
ng. During the day, he

ing and s
helped a Irie

Bill gave extra change. Occa-
sionally he went out with friends and
drank out of pineapples whose insides

had been partially replaced with rum.
No slouch with the fair sex im New

Below, ex-Madison Avenue nabob Bullseye
Coldwell strolls the 400 yords betwixt his
new home ond place of business. Above, the
solitory becchcomber moy ot ony time stumble
остон unusual ovo formotions on Ihe beoch.

Doy's end finds o sportive beachcomber ond friend out for o sundown dip.

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York, he found an almost bewildering
success om the beach: a wide vas
women at little expense, with nor
the “elty-type, builtin resistance. Girls
who come out get into the spirit of the
ds pretty quickly. It's the soft air."
Far from being fiction, Caldwells re
treat is а case study, The procedure may
liar, but his style of beach-
1] relatively new. In
days recorded by Conrad and Maugham,
the heacheomber was disreputable: a
таннен, debtridden outcast who
dedged the arrival of Todays
and planes
ой the beach. but
7 he beach. He
eminently respectable: his white ducks
are cleaned and prewed: his presence
m a party is welcomed. Chances are
that he is an exencentive who got tired
‘ol winter winds, a complex existence,
tight schedules and an le bos.
“Take Coconut Willy. A graduate en.
incer, Willy weaves hats near the Royal
Hawaiian Hotel in Waikiki. They are
апдан, © ich birds
and houses and sometimes little people
А simple coconut hat costs two
he complicated ones сом ыр
to 20. Willy was an assistant engineer at
Hickam Air Force Base when he picked
up hatamaking asa hobby. It wasn't long
belore he saw а way of life that per-

beachcomber welcomes shi
because he lives, m

mitted him to be on the beach all day —
as а manufacturer and retailer of coco
mut hats,

Coconut hats were invented by a
bencheamber about 50 years ago. The
idea of decorating them with birds came
fron China or the Philippines, Willy
hos been making them since 1947, has
sold hats to all sorts of people on the
beach, from movie stars (Van Johnson.
June Allyson) to generals (Owar Brad-
ley). Red Skelton paid him $17.50 for a
lex creation. Trader Vics in San
Francisco and the Flamingo, in Las
м, are good сиңишет, but he has
turned down offers from Bermuda and
because "international

the Bahamas

of his prod.
де customer bought
1 hats for $10 apiece, but usually Willy
doesn't do diat well, His most apprecia-
tive customer: Lily Dach

Talmadge Wilson was an English in-
sutor before he took wo the beach
vendor, he carries
из and popsicles
ther with odd vol
umes of his favorite reading (Dylan
Thomas, John Bunyan, William Blake).
He's heen in the sun for about two
year, was attracted to it originally be-
tawe he loves to surf, When the waves
ме really up, he lets the ice cream go
and takes his board out. This year he
was їп the finals at the world surfing

championship at Makaha, on the other
side of Oahu. His beach status even led
him to his wife. He met her when he
sold her a fudge bar at Waikiki.

The most reputabledooking beach-
camber anywhere is Winthrop Deane,
who manages to look grave and re-
sponsible even in the swimming suit in
which be now lives. For this there's good
reason: Deane spent almost a decade
looking grave and responsible as a Mont-
pomery Street (in San Francisco) and
later a Wall Street investment banker.
He went to work in the

Pacific) and moved to what he calls

a "Wall Street bucket shop” in 1947.
About a year and a half ago he gave
it up and made a пш far dic sun,
but i was no Moon and Sixpence flight:
he tok Mis wife and small daughters
along, He sow has a small house on the
inland of Maui which was formerly some-
one's weekend home. and a sloop i
Which he sails practically every day. His
living is not a complete break from his
former line. nor i it directly connected
with the people on the beach. ike Rulis-
сз and Coconut Willys Та a way. he
«loser to the original ideals of beach-
Combing. for he picks things up along
the beach amd sells them. Only the
we that he picks up are not mere
Почт, they are local products dat can
be expanded into a wide market. like
the small guava fruit company he helped
to capitalize for expansion,

"Fm certainly a refugee. you can say
that. 1 suppose I'm even a beachcomber,
if hats а refugee selling occasional and
haphazard goods and services

“About a year and a half agn 1 don't

wd have been able 10 pick
from the mob on the 7:43 that
reads the paper on the way im. then
takes the subway from Grand Central un
Wall. 1 had a home in upper West
heuer. | was married a
Small daughters, Janet and
starting school. Four or
year my wife and 1 would gn si
the Sound, Some of the people
ойе һәй boa. and wed с
them.

Then 1 was sent out here to write
p a small airline that was secking som
additional capital amd wanted us to
wlerwrite an issue for them. E spent
а couple of days on the beach when I
was through. and then a few more on
Maui visiting some of the new friends

for? 1 spend over eight hours a day in
the office and three nights out of four
1 take work home. You have to, to keep
up with the next mam. АП right Of
thse eight hours 1 was working almost
three to pay off Uncle Sam. I was wark-
ing another day а month for the New

York Central a train E spent over two
hours a day оп, five days а week. From
portal to portal—car to the station,
train to New York, subway to the office
—й tok over an hour and a half,
almost four hour a day. 1 saw my
dlaughters only on weekends. 1 was mak:
ing a good salary. but with the present
сом of living 1 had to keep running
faster and faster just to stand still
Even on a respectable income, we were
crimping: in that league, it was hard
not to. When 1 got home, 1 told my
wile, "We're selling the house a

ing to Maui. We're getting out of the
таласе?

"бо we came out here. There's an
caspgoing crowd of people, and some
smali businesses that are expanding. or
tying to put new products on the
market, The demand is not only i
States but through the whole Pa
travel means а growing cconomi
1 should think the same thing would
apply to the Caribbean, especially with
the terrific tax setup in Puerto Rico.
A young fellow with initiative can do
prety well. He may not make q
much moncy, but he's not wor)
time for the governm:
he lives damned well—especially the
bachelors. id

“Anyway. T met a kamaaina [old-time
residen]who wanted to start marketing
guava juice, and I helped him to get his
capital. One or two of these things come
along every couple of months, and T put
in а few weeks) work and a trip to the
‘mainland coast, where 1 pity the pale
people 1 sce on the streets, The rest of.
the time 1 sil and watch my barefoot
daughters dive into the Мис Pacific after
school. The other day we asked Nancy
what she wanted to be when she was
older, She said she wanted to be a sea
1 told my wife it was a lot cheaper to
bring up a seal than a debutante

Deane is probably the most estab-
lished of the beachcombers, but his move
indicates a willingness to face а few
‘uncertainties that is characteristic of all
eachcombers,

Not all beachcombens. of course, are
comelately refugees. Some, like Bobby
Krewon, have a diferent story to tel

тп 24 and 1 been on the beach а
my life, except the time 1 was in the
Coast Guard. 1 got 28 surf boards —
mo 1 made myself — and 1 rent ‘em by
the hour, day or week, ‘Takes about four
days to make a board. If Yan selling it
1 ually get about SKS. Doi
that —
over here, 1 live pretty good. 1 teach
"em to we the boards, too. That can be
especially interesting because out by the
reef, when they're frst learning, girls
are always losing the tops to their suits
1 always insist that they wear b
suits with straps —if they're over 50. TI

(concluded om page 64)

ing

“I'm sorry. handsome, but I'm afraid you can't charge
it to the Diners’ Club here.”

PLAYBOY

BY FREDRIC
BROWN

HARLEY DALTON, spaceman once of
Earth, had within an hour of his landing
‘on the second planet of the star Antares
committed 2 mest serious offense. He
had Killed an Antarian, On most planets
murder is a misderocanor: on some it is
a praiseworthy act But on Antares II
it is a capital cime.

“1 sentence you t0 death,” said the
solemn Antarian judge. “Death by blast-
er fire at dawn tomorrow.” No appeal
from the sentence was allowed.

Charley was led 10 the Suite of the
Condemned.

"The suite turned out to have 18 pala-
tial rooms. each well stocked
variety of food and drink, couches and
everything else he could possibly wish
for, including 2 beautiful woman on
each of the couches.

“TU be damned,” said Charley.

‘The Antarian guard bowed low. He
said, “ICs the custom of our planet. On
the last night of a man condemned to
die at dawn these arrangements are
made, He is given everything he can

* Charley said. "Say,
JV just landed when 1 got into that
mrap and I didn't check my planet
How long is a night here? How
many hours doe
revolve?"
Hour?” said the guard.
be am Бані стт. T
Astronomer Royal for a
between your planet and ours”
He phoned, asked the question, lis
tened. Не told Charley Dalton.“
lanet Earth makes 9$ revolutions
around your sum Sol during one period

ol darkness on Antares IL”
In other words, thought Charley, onc
Antares night is equal to 98 Earth ye
He whistled. softly to himsell and won
dered И he'd make it. "The Anta
guand, whose life span маз a bit over
20.000 years, bowed with grave sympathy
for the condemned man and withdrew,
Charley Dalton started the long
night's grind of eating, drinking, et
«ега, although not im precisely that
order; the women were very beautiful
and he'd been in space a long ine.

Triplicate twisteroo

three miniature masteräbrks of sexy, sardonic science-fiction

sible, although thus far 1 have been able
to establish only oneway communica
tion, That fs, E сап catch their thoughts
but mot send messages from my mind to
heir.
"But — how does it work, John?“
“Contrary to popular belief," said her
husband, “thoughts, both human and
Moral, are electromagnetic waves that can
Wu
you, my dear:
He called 1o his assistant who was
working at the far end of the room.
“Miss Wilson. will you please bring the

Miss Wilson brought the communica
tor. It had а headband with a complex
of wires that led to а slender rod with
an insulated handle. Dr. Michaelson put

е headband on his wife's head and the
rod in her hand.

“Quite simple to use." he told her.
“Hold the rod near a flower and it acts
as ап antenna to pick up the thoughts,
And you will find out that, contrary to
popular belief —"

But Mrs, Michaelson was not listening.

ad, She was holding the rod

nt, Miss Wilson,
thtry to popular belief, sometimes
daisies do tell.

POLITENESS

нама enon, alien pay-
| chology specialist with the
iind Venusian expedi.
tion, trudged wearily
actos. the hot sands 10
find a Venusian and, for
the filth time. to try to
make friends with onc.
A diconragimg task. four

previous failures had taught him. Ex-
perts with the previous Venusian expedi
tions һәй айз failed.

Not that Venusians were hard to find.
‘hut apparently they simply didn't give a
damn for Earthmen or lave the slightest
inclination to be friendly. It seemed
more than ordinarily strange that they
weren't sociable, since they our
Hanguage- some telepathic ability Tet
them understand what was wil to them
in any terrestrial Language and to reply
in kind — but unkindly. =

One was coming, carrying a shovel.

“Greetings, Vemusian,” sid Hendrix
cheerfully.

“Goodbye, Earthman.” saîd the Ve
mision. walking om past

Fecling both foolish and annoyed.
Hendrix hurried along after him, having

the Venusian's

long strides “Hey.” he stid, "why don't
you talk to us?"
“1am talking to you,” said the Venus

ian. "Little as 1 enjoy it. Please go away."

He stopped and began to dig for kor-
ils суур. paving no further attention,

Hendrix glared at him in frustration.
Always the same pattern. no matter what
Venusian they tried. Every approach in
the texihooks of alien. psycho
Failed.

And the sand way burning hot under.
his feet and the air, although breath-
able, had a tinge ul formaldehyde that
hurt his tangs. He gave up, and ost his
temper.

"Aw go — yourself!” he shouted. A
biological impossibility. of course, for an
Earthman.

But Venusians are bisexual, The Ve
misian turned in delighted wonder: for
the бим time am Karıhman had given
him the only greeting that is considered
truly cordial on Venus

He returned. the compliment with a
wide blue smile, dropped his shovel and.
sat down to talk. It was the beginning
of a beautiful friendship and of under-
standing between Earth and Venus.

36

NIGHT RIDE

but 1 didn’t want to say anything. But
listen, I've been around. She would
have counted the kid out.”

"What'd you do?" 1 asked.

"E proved it” he said. His voice was
dripping with sympathy. "Chicks are
all the same, Deck. Hard lemon о
learn." He shrugged his shoulders. “So
leave the kid alone, He'll tell you all
about it— with his hands. You've just
been bothered with those dreams of
yours. Why don't you drop by tonight
and —'

“What'd you do, Max?”

"L laid. her, Deck. And it was easy.”

1 jerked my shoulder away and start
ed up the stairs, but the box was empty.
Davey vas gone,

“Where docs the doll hang out?" 1

Max gave with the hands. "Forget
it, will you? It's all over now. The kid
is grateful to me!”

"Forty five Kew Gardens Road" а
voice said. "Apartment five.” It was
Parnelli.

“You want some, too, Deck?" Мах
asked, He laughed: it was the nastiest
sound I'd ever heard.

“Соо,” Parnelli said. “The cold touch
of the master.”

1 studied the man Td followed for
six years, He said, "She doesn’t deny it.”
and 1 thought, This is the ax between
the eyes for Davey. He'll never get up
now. Never.

1 grabbed Max's arm. He smiled. "I
know how you like the kid,” he said,
"and believe me, 1 do, too. But it
benter he found out now than later.
isn’t it? Don't you sce —1 had to do it
for his sake.”

Some of the crowd was inching up to
get a hear. 1 didn’t care, “Dailey,” 1
sad, "listen good. 1 got an idea in me.
Eit turns ош right, if it tums ont that
idea is right, Im going to come here
and Kill you, Dig?”

He was hig, but 1 had wings. 1 shoved
him out of the way, hard, ran outside
and grabbed а ti

1 sat in the back, praying to God she
was home, wishing I had а horn to
blow — something!

1 skipped the elevator, took the stairs

А
СРБА
эмет. 1 felt the ice оп my hide and
pounded again.

Lorraine opened up. Her eyes were
red, "Hello, Deacon.”

I kicked the door shut and stood
there, trying to find the words. Every-
thing seemed urgent Everything was

ightaow. “1 want the truth.” 1 mid.
' talking about the truth. If you

‘Il know it.” T took a breath. “Did
you sleep with Max Dailey?”

She nodded yes. 1 grabbed her, swung

(continued from page 22)

her around. "The truth, goddaranit!”
My voice surprised me: it was a man
talking. 1 dug my fingers hard into her
skin. "Think aboot Davey. Put hira in
your mind. Then tell me that you and
Мақ slept together, tell me that you
took off all your clothes and let Dailey
lay you! Tell me that!”

‘She tried to get away: then she start-
ed vo ау. “I didw't" she mid, and I
let go. “I didn't, . 7

"You love the kid

mis

“Want to marry hin?"

Yes. But you don't understand. Mr,
Dailey —'

"TI understand in a hurry. There
isn’t any time now.“

1 let the years bubble up good and
hot.

"Come оп”

She hesitated a beat. but there wasn't
any fooling around and she knew it.
She got a coat on and we got back into
the taxi.

Neither of us said a word the whole
tip to Birdland.

Ву now it was closing time; the joint
жаз empty, dark. Some slow blues were
rolling out from the stand.

First guy 1 saw was Parnelli. He was
blowing his trombone. The rest of the
boys—all but two— were there, jam-
ming.

Parnelli quit and came over. He was
shaking good now.

“Where's Davey?” 1 asked.

He looked at me, then at Lorraine.

"Where В he?"

“You're too late.” Parelli said. “It
looks like the Big M pushed a mite too
ar. Just a mite.”

p p MS
feel her arm; and somebody was slicing
into my guts. The blues were still roll

fter him the minute you left." he said,
"Bot 1 was too late, too.”

"Where's Davey?” Lorraine said, like
she was about to scream.

"In his room. Or maybe they ve got-

ten him out by now —" Parnelli stared
at me with those eyes. “He didn’t have
a gun so he used а razor. Good clean
job. Fine job. Doubt if ГЇ be able to
do any better myself, . 7

Lorraine didn't say a word. She took
it їп, then she turned around slow and
walked ош. Her heels hit the dance
floor like daggers,

"You figured it out now?" Parnelli
sid.

1 nodded. 1 was hollow for a second,
but it was all getting filled up with
hate now. "Where is he?”

“In his room, 1 guess”

“You want to come along?"

7D might just do that,” he said. He

Blew a sour note and the session
Bud Parker came down, so did
Hughie and Rollo and Sig.
"They know?" 1 asked.

“Uhhuh, But, Deck, knowin’
‘enough sometimes. We've been
for you”

"Let's go then.”

We went орнай, Max's door vas
‘open. He was sitting in a chair, his col
lar loose, a bottle in his hand,

'Et tu, Deck?"

1 grabbed a handful of shire, "Davey

dead.” 1 said,
"I've been told.” He lifted
the bottle and 1 slapped the left side
оС his face, praying to God be'd want
to fight. He didn't

“You did it.” 1 sid.

“Yes”

1 wanted to put my hands around his
neck and squeeze until his eyes ran
down his face. | wanted to give him
back the pain. But all of a sudden 1
couldn't. "Why?" Т wid.

Max tihed the bottle and let a lot
of the stuff run down his throat. Then,
very slowly, and in that soft voice, he

sid: "I wanted to make music, 1
wanted to make the best music that

“That's why you lied to Davey about
the giri?”

“Thats why” Max said.

Parnelli took away the boule and
killed it. He was shaking, scared. "See,
Deck, you thought you were in a band,”
he sid. “But you weren't You were
in a traveling morgue.”

“Tell me more, Parelli, Tell me
how in the name of the sweet Lord
this has anything to do with Davey and
Lorraine’

“It has everything to do with it
Dailey went over to the chicks place
and gave her a first-class snow job. Got
her to go along with the lie and мау
away from Green.”

1 tried to grab some light; it wouldn't
come, My head was pounding. "How?"

"Simple. For Max Dailey, that is:
for anybody ese, imposible, Hut he's
smart. He took it by degrees, Fir —
пом correct me if Fm wrong, Unde
Max — he tried for a real make. That
would have been perfec. She wouldn't
ко it, though; so he switched to another
tack, a cooler опе. He knew how she
was crazy about inusic, so he tipped her
on how cruddy the hand was beginning
to sound, how cruddy Davey was be
pinning to sound. Very cool, you sec.
Then he took her out and told her that
И she married Davey Green, she'd be
taking a genius from the world. Oh,
worse: taking it even before it had a
chance to be a genius. How'm 1 doing,
bos?”

Мах was quiet

“He really opened up then.“ Par-

(concluded on page 70)

"That certainly was a wild party tonight, Babs. What
happened to you after the lights went out?”

PLAYBOY

зв

DECENT THING TO DO

s figured they might not

te the bet. He didn't

< weing as how he was on
d of it.

ley sat around together for

hee of them listening

Smith tapes. This friend's

the sh
Anyway,

the Besi
wile was a very pleasant girl,
Those tall willowy girls who se

to be the wives of young executives,

ool but friendly, with a good apprecia-
tion for a story and a drink, the kind
we ай marry or would like to.

Mier a Tittle while, though, she ex-
ened henelf and as won as she was
‘out of the room this friend of old Dallas
leaned forward and the scheming glint
crafty smile,
sject for ош het,” he

sid. "My wile.
Well, old Dallas was pretty nearly

be funnin” me, so
ml proper

subject or serious gam
“те heck i.” his friend mid
hoxtling. "Vou brought this up and you
set the stakes. И you can't make your
Чогу stick in one case, you can't make
stick at all
"Novit," Dallas said, “That ain't right
at gll"
"Don't try to back out of this wager,
old m
Dallas went a mite quiet. И wasn't
ing talk. Mauer of
«t. it really looked as though old
uying w wiggle loose.
н. son.“ he said, “Из a bet.
Bu Li. dos want noe abe
your money. That wouldn't be right
Twin, PI just pay my thousand to — oh,
how about poor old Tanya down there
Club
ls all right with me?" his friend
sid, "And since this is only a practical
settling of an abstract theory anyhow.
1 don't want your money, in case Û win,
ing to So ГЇ agree to pay

So that's how it came about. This
friend of Dallas had a business trip
oming up that weekend, so before
Dallas left he called his wife and told
her that good old Dal had suggested
taking her out to dinner on Saturday
night ad she said, “You've so thought
ful, dear," and Kissed him on the check.
Her husband, that is. not. Dallas. Old
Dallas might as well have been a faith-
ful old sheep dog standing there-

The rest of the week, Dallas sort of
studied the whole thing. Since it seemed
he out to spend a thousand dol-
Lars for nothing but. proving someone
els theory. he figured he might as
well spend both the evening and the
thoustnd as pleasantly as posible

(continued from page 24)

So he tid himelf out a series of
events, sort of an interlocking schedule
that if you managed w complete one
phase succesfully you were borne over
imo the next one, That way.

any kind of a мап at all, you could
arrange quite am entertaining eveni
even though you knew you were going
to wind up, nowhere

‘Anyway, when he swung his gold
Cadillac around to pick her up he felt
something like a man about 10 take
grandmother out for a hell of a time,
When she came out, though, in onc of
Dern eis Sera аа

а tennis cup with the
Sikes fling and 2 род deal of gor
eous woman standing up all smooth,
h ed im the center. he revise
what be was thinking. More like a sister
than a grandmother, he thought.

For dinner they went to a quiet, plush
le place where the maitre knew what
hamdsooled Texas boots meant showing
under a tuxedo сой, and knew what
‘was stifled in the tops of them, and
that’s what it took in this place to get
past the plush ropes.

Dallas seated this girl who was going
to cost him so much money at a table
that was just right for being in the
shade, and she said in that cool tinkly
wife's voice. “This is so good of you,
Dal darling”

He spent a lot of time ordering din-
ner, after she said that, A mam had to
pleasure himself in something. He asked
the maitre about the oysters and a waiter
went to get a sample and Dallas was
beginning to relax а little when the
girl said, "Are we going ta have bourbon
wich them, Dal?”

“Ma'm.” Dallas said, "m about 10
show you that a Texas man is a right
smart машта gentleman.”

And he did. He never mentioned
bourbon all the time he was ordering.
He wamed a Bernkasteler Doktor Mo
selle with the oysters, and Amontillado
with the soup. They had to send а man
down to the subbascment for a white
CótesdicRhóne Hermitage to go with
the perch, and a Château Haute Brion
Rouge for the flet to keep in harmony
with the white Bordeaux. And with the
desert, when the maitre and the waiter
and the girl all expected him to ask for
a cooled Chäteau Yquem, һе wanted
instead a Château Rieusser at cellar
temperature,

“Тм lovely" the girl said and the
maitre beamed. "So few people really
now the Rieusec.”

“It's right nice.” Dallas aid. "T learned
about that from ту daddy, senin" on his
knee around the chuckwagon fire when
we were bringin’ in our frs wildeat

кем”

Alter that things went much better.
"They spent a long time with the chaim-
pagne fine and the coffee, getting up to
dance, although there was very lile
room to dance and they had to stand
very close together, even not dancing.
Once he nibbled tentatively at her

md she Laughed throatily, moving
inst him.
‘You'll have to bold me a litle while
after the music stops” she whispered,
or they'll arrest you for carrying con.
sealed weapons.”

That was when he stopped thinking
about sisters, as well as grandmothers.
Later, outside, he let down the top of
the gold Eldorado, and turned it out
оп the beach road instead of toward her
apartment. She leaned back in the seat
lose to him, letting the wind tumble
her һәй.

They drove slowly, watching the moon-
light on the water and seeing, occasion-
ally the car of lovers on the wide beach.
Once they passed a motel and Dallas saw
immediately that she noticed it, in the
жау women have of noticing something
without noticing it.

But old Dallas didn't say a word. He
jest let Ше Caddy hum along until
finally he swung it into a smaller road
amd then into a private drive that led
through the woods and came out sud-
denly beside a cantilevered beach house
hanging ont over the blazing sea of
moonlight.

“Oh its magnificent, Dal," she said
breathlessly.

"There's a right nice vi
Dallas, “from inside:

“The fire was all laid in the grate! the
people who took care of the place for
fold Dallas always did that before they
left, They laid the fire and swept mp the
potato chips and radish tops from the
bear rug in fmm of the fireplace, and
they put all the Brahms quartets on the
changer so that all a man had to do for
several hours of soft, restful music was
bit the starter button on th

Dallas did, That was the fint thing
he did. on his way to the fireplace. One
match. and the fire was warming up the
inside of the mom, mellow on the big
throat of the fireplace, and the frst
strains of he violin sounded from the
speakers around dhe room,

She sat on the couch in front of the
fire, not noticing the bearskin rag in the
жау that women have, and so on, wi
old Dallas poured lemon juice and
brown sugar amd cloves and a filth of
Five Dagger from Barbados into the
silver pitcher on the hearth, Then he
put the old Confederate cavalry sabre
imo the fire to heat.

"И Moat а

var

v" mid

fof butter on ihe
(concluded on pge 10)

INVITATION TO THE DANCE

a budding ballerina does a turn as a playmate

THE ROMAN ORATOR, Cicero, once de-
апей that nobody in his senses would
think twice of dancing, and his fellow
Roman, Terence, said dancers "seem to
have more brains in their fect than in
their heads.” As a result of this lumpy
logic, look what happened to Rome. We
thumb our unRoman nose at those two
ind side with Havelock Ellis, Quoth he:
‘Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving.
the most beautiful of the arts . . it is
life itself.” And we
Edwards, our Miss March, would go
along with that, too, "Though a scant 18
years ol age, she has studied art and
modern dancing and is currently a soar
ing ballet pupil. Sandra dotes on non.
fiction and has а deep down, locked
appreciation for just about all sorts of
music. Sandra's ambition is to be tapped
for membership in — and eventually to
become prima ballerina ol—a crack bal-
let group like Sadler's Wells. Margot
Fonteyn is her model and her idol. A
wellrounded miss, say we with abso:
lutely no double meaning in our mind;
а young lady who, disproving testy old
Terence and sour old Cicero, is indeed
їп her senses and eminently endowed at
both ends of her charming anatomy.

Above: Sandro gets some tips on terpsichore os
she works with her instructor, Nicco Chorisse.
A bollerino must dence several hours each doy.
Below: she makes up for an important eudition.

PLAYBOY’S PARTY JOKES

Ап attractive young lady was having
dilhculty keeping her skirt down about
her shapely legs while awaiting a bus on
a windy street corner. She was aware of
a man watching her discomfort with con-
siderable interest and she addressed him.
in am irritated voice: "lt is obvious, sir,
that you are no gentleman.”

With appreciation in his voice, the
man replied, "It’s obvious that you're
not either.”

Anna sat on an ant hill at s piemi with
most unfortunate results. She asked her
Жай send a team tr other
Sind ull her what had happened. The
sister, faced withthe proni

the tile in a way acceptable to Western
Union and having only enough money
for a six word wire, come wp with (hi

‘of telling.

А ster etic Kw obra bs ws
калак up a newspaper into ny pics
And throwing them Out the window.

“шшк жЕ” id їс эппи ag
next to him, "but would You mind e
ining. why уште калар up Wat
Peper d ironing the pies Qut det
n

"ht sares away the elephant" aid
the drunk.

SUR see any cpm

“Effective

The new inmate at the mental hospital
vinccd in a loud voice

Nelson. This was particularly
i. because the institution already had
"The head psychiatrist,
leration, decided to put
the same room, feeling.
thatthe similarity of their delusions
might prompt an adjustment in cach
that would help in curing them I was
а calculated risk, of course, for the men
might react violently to one another.
but they were introduced and then left
done and no disturbance was heard
from the room that night.
"The next morning, the doctor had a

tak with is new patient and was more
than pleasant when he was
шд, Ferse Den suring Шип
з delusion. 1 know now that 1 am not
Lond Nelson.“

“That's wonderful" said the doctor.

"Yes" d, the patient, smiling, de
тшу, “Ein Lady Nelson.”

Au old man, walking down the strect,
saw э small boy sitting on the curb ery:
ing. He stopped and asked, "Little boy,
"ne Vide oy ala, "Га ушр b

Im l. "I'm erying be:
couse 1 cart do what the big boys do,"
So the old man sat down alongside of
him and cric, too.

Lord Chesterfield made this rather wry
{тону оп la ande pasion: (1)

he enjoyment is quite term
The cont в quite exorbitant (3) And
the position is simply ridiculous.

You've undoubtedly heard about the
number of magazines required to fill a
Һау сапїаре- а rtaveov, a Mademoi-
selle, а ew Liberties and Time.

Two young men seated in a restaurant

seve watching a toner busy dor

im of a plate of oysters on the al sel

One of the young men remarked to his

Friend: "Did you ever hear that business

about raw oysters being good for a man's
iy

“Yes, why?" the friend replied,
Weil, take it from me, thats а lot of

foolishness. 1 ate a doren of them the

oiher night and only nine worked,

А жей ssi Giu ho Бы fot
returned Rom Tet informa ш ЫГА
"toli ia quickie In tie mow-

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PLAYBOY

DECENT THING TO DO

top.

" “the world is it, darling?"
e,” Dallas said. "But it's а
mighty warming potion. My old daddy
used to stir up а mess of diis every
Sunday noon when we were pienickin"
down by the oil derricks"

"They sat quietly, drenched with fire
light and Brahms, watching the sabre
heat up. Through the window, the
moonlight burned whitely on the placid

water, In front of the fire it was very
warm,

һ the window, old
Tighe invitin’,

She sat up suddenly. To some men
this would have been a blow, but old
Dallas planned things this way. A Texas
man wants to get some place in а hurry.
he buys himself an airplane. Otherwise
he takes it slow. and pleasures himself
in the wavchin

“Dal darling” she sid. “Could we go
in for a dip?"

"Why honey,”

Dallas said as though

the thought never occurred to him be
fore.

7b reckon we could, providing
there wouldn't offend

“Modesty heil” she sd sweet.
"Where cam 1 andres?

‘One thing about old Dallas, he was a
proper host He got a couple of big
towels and draped himself im one and
handed another in to her, then he went
‘out он the sun deck and dived cleanly
o the water. IL was about eight de
green above freezing, but you have to
hand it to a Texas man.

“Come on im, honey.”

he water's fine.”

Some 25 seconds later, they were back
in front of the fire, getting the circu
ation restored where they'd started to
turn blue, The fire was roaring now, and
the rans was going beautifully and the
bearskin tickled their bare feet and sud.
ему she said, "Look. Dal, the sabre
туч,

"учас right," old Dallas said. He hung
onte his towel and took the red hot
sabre out of the fire and plunged it
into the silver um. There was an ex-
plosive hissing and a bunt of blue al-
cohol Name that pulled up over thera
and made the girl shrick, but it died
instantly in che steam.

"Some folks put hot water in this
мий” Dallas said. "It tastes right nice
that way. too, but it sure knocks hell
‘out of the proot”

"Let me taste,” she said, and reached
for one of the silver cups They sat
there, warming inside and out, and the
fire turned from a roar to a murmur
and the Brahms was very full and rich

he shouted.

(continued from page 38)

the room, She was sitting there hold-
img her towel casually and old Dallas
reached over and lightly tugged the
comer. The whole thing came along
чазйу and the girl came with it but
she was not after the towel, no sir

Some time after that, they were still
in front of the fire only now the girl
was lying like a big graceful boney-
colored cat and old Dallas was sitting
up making shadowgraph animals with
the firetight for illumination. They had
a lot of fun with some of the animals,
ly the elephant and the girafic.
“Oh darling,” she said happily. "m
so glad 1 didn't say anything about
stopping at the Sleepy Lagoon,”

"Sleepy Lagoon?” old Dallas was baf-
ted. "Whats that?"

“The motel we passed,” she mid,

nding sinuously around on the bear
тоң. “That's where Y usually go when
my husband's ont of town .

"And there you have it.” Dallas Smith
mid, spreading his hands wide on the
table at the Alumni Club. His five
friends sat hushed, thinking it over.

Finally Steve Farber cleared his throat.

“Well now. Dal, what's your problem?
Jt seems to me that you won this wager,
fairly and squarely.”

“Not according to my lights" Dallas
Smith said, “No sir, I don’t believe so.
1 think Г done lost my bet, and I
proved my friend's point А woman's
virtue ain't got a thing to do with what
you can demonstrate.”

There was a chorus of objections
from the philosophers.

“No.” Dallas sid. “I thank you all.
But 1 got to live according to my lights.
And the way I see it I pay the bet, with
the winnings going to poor old Tanya.”

He stood up and said, “You fellers
‘an discuss it. Anyhow, 1 dank you all
for listenin.”

Alter Dallas left, there was another
small silence around the table. Then
Steve Farber said in a controlled voice,

"Remarkable fellow, old Dallas. Quite
an iron code, you know. Insists on da
things precisely according to the rules.

"Yes indeed,” sid Les, taking his
pipe from his mouth and thoughtfully
blowing smoke rings at the bit. “Al
though T can't say that Г be as strict
аз he, under the circumstances. I don't
really think he lost the bet.”

“Neither do 1,” said John, and Rod
nodded agreement,

“1 definitely think Old Dal was the
winner,” Albert said. “1 really do."

fou know,” Steve Farber said. “He's
а very subtle fellow. He may have told
us that story just so we'd discus it here,
after he was gone.”

He let that sink in.

“Were his best friends, you know"

Steve Farber said very carefully. “He
could scarcely bring it up with only one
of us, if —well ,. 7
"You mean,” Albert suid, gesturing,
“the chap he bet with might well be
опе of us right here. That might be old
Dal’s way of straightening things up.
"Of course,” Steve Farber said, *
опе of us here were the chap, he'd drop
poor old Tanya a bit of an envelope
in it, wouldn't her"
" Albert wii
“It would be the decent thing to do,"
sid John, and Rod nodded agreement
“Then Jets arrange it,” Steve Farber
sid. "1 mean, lets give the chap a
chance, in case he's one of w
How?" asked Les, leaning forward
and squinting through the pipe smoke,
“Let's each of us prepare an enve
lope, privately of course,
mid. "And each of ws will

‘one of them the paper will be à check."
n the event,” suid John, “that he's
really one of us.”

“Right.” ssid Rod. Я
way 10 settle the whole thing

And of course it worked out beauti
fully. Fach of them retired to the
lounge to prepare his envelope, then
going out in а body each dropped his
Envelope imo Tanya's withered ala-
Taster hand.

The next day Dallas stopped back in
at the Alumni Club and Ta
waiting for him, her eyes giving off
sparks of genuine old 100 proof brown
amd blue admiration.

“1 give it to you back, Texas.” she
ssid, holding out that thousand dollar
bill which had started the whole thing.
Dallas had it from the time he bet
Tanya he could run it up into a Jaguar
for her, and he'd given it back to her
the might before when he was paying
ой the bet with the friend he'd been

splendid

talking about.
“Thank you, пан," old Dallas said,
tucking the bill in his boot top. "I take

it we're ready 10 go shopping for tha
there automobile."

“Da.” Tanya said, both of her ac.

my back at once, "mer red
wheels, Even though last night it seems
imposible, until 1 open the envelopes
"Then 1 have the five lovely checks, each
‘one for $1000."

"Yes sir" old Dallas said. "But Fin
right glad you didn't have your heart
set on a Rolls Royce, honey. Settin' up
bets with that many of wy rich, ma
Tied and gamblin' friends in time for
your birthday might have interfered
considerable with my social life.”

Ja. ...s

uu

4

attire By BLAKE RUTHERFORD

THE MARKS OF THE
WELL-DRESSED MAN

а top-to-bottom take-out

on the fine points of fashion

^ Lor or voruLax blather to the con-
trary, clothes do not make the man. A
legion of clods and insufferable melon-
brains have for centuries misquoted and
‘misinterpreted the Bad. who had the
good wisdom 10 pen for one of those
Olivier flicks: “Costly thy habit as thy
but not expressd in
gaudy; for the apparel
oft proclaims the man.” And most guys
today could use a bit of proclamation,
Alter all. the average urbanite gets
few chances to exhibit his pencuating
philosophy of Ше or reveal his blinding
Pyrotechnics of wit. But if he is well
turned out Crich, not gaudy") and che
cut of his jib is trim ("but not express
in fancy") wediately proclaimed
a lad who knows his way around. ‘The
duds he wears do much to conceal or re
veal the kind of a gink he i
As you should know by this time, һай
you been following these columns zeal
ously well appointed is not a bit-
ormiss proposition. It а
involy

stered, it is a pr
comes as elforiless (and
sampling 20year-old As

Herewith, then, а
ut om the distin
wellattired fell
that wa
Starting topside, m

мкм a snap bri
with narrow brim and tapered crown, of
course, It really doesn't make too much
difference whether the baw sits on the
ack of the hat or the side, Tyrolean
shapes or small-brimmed English sports
(continued on page 69)

“

elegant eating for the peasant heart, the aristocratic head

AVE sinok a man guod mente,
the Dewyll maye sende an
oll. cuke to dystrwe it: vo ran э
F adage tt must more
been written by a sage with a ato
ol Dad мем

ful

For steve — known variously as shum
dumb funk,
кз slop — too û

turgid, mongrel mixture cov
ultitude of culinary sins. Cer-
tainly the heavy bowl of mediocre mut-
ton that masquerades as lamb stew in
many a roadside restaurant is an excel

and
can recall a
stew ladled
by cuyll cokes

lent example of dystrued meate
army men of every n

riety ol horrors ca
o фей mes hits
mes sergeants.

eli

Never mind — one taste of real stew
will dispel the nightn
a hundred vile ог

ih memories of
» the French
im de mouton to the Hungarian
from the Irish scouse to the
merican puchero, the fragrance
of a fine stew slowly simmering on the
Kitchen range will set aquiver the nos
trils of the most rabid antistew man.

When onal chefs take the day
ire to the quiet precincts of
kitchens at home, they cat
It may be a delicate veal stew

with mushrooms or a heady venison in
red wine, but it's the kind of homey
dish that satisfies the chefs peasant
heart as well as his ar hend.

is the dryness of so many of the
ican specialties, The American fried
chicken, the ham, the breaded pork
chops and even the hamburgers are

By THOMAS MARIO уве food & drink erilor

PLAYBOY

godlike patience, Only the languorous,
barely visible lapping of the gravy
around the meat must be allowed. Elec-
tronic cooking methods, pressure cook-
ers and all other hurry-up gadgets or
schemes will fail to produce a masterly
stew.

To any man who aspires to be a
power behind the stew pot, we're
happy w proffer the following eight-
part advice direct from the inside wire
Of navsov's wst kitchen:

1, When you go to the butcher shop,
never lay your money on so-alled
“mewing meat" assembled in the dis
play case, This is normally a conglomer-
ation of meat from every portion of the
carcass, cut into cubes and marked at a
very low price. Instead, order meat
from a particular cut specified in the
recipe, ‘Tell the butcher, for instance,
that you want chuck of lamb or rump
of veal or top round of beef or what-
ever specific cut is indicated as best for
the stew you're making.

2. Don't buy meat that's excessively
fatty. A moderate amount of fat, such
эз one finds in some parts of beef chuck,
helps to make a superb мем. If there's
too much fat, however, it will merely
‘melt as the stew cooks, and rise to the
top of the gravy from which it must be
skimmed, Every last particle of fat from
the top of the stew should be removed
Before the stew is served. If the stew is
kept in the refrigerator overnight, Te-
moval of the fat is very easy. As the far
becomes cold, it solidifies, and сап be
easily lifted or scraped! from the top of
the stew. While the stew is still warm,
remove the fat by tipping the pot
slightly and skimming the fat from one
end, using a gravy baste, а ladle or a
large kitchen spoon.

3. For uniform cooking, stewing meat
should be cut into uniform pieces about
an inch or am inchandahalf square.
Don’t let the butcher deal out an as
sorunent of huge and teensy chunks,

4. Ment with bones, such as chuck of
lamb, should be examined carefully be-
lore cooking to remove any мпай bone
splinters,

5, Remember that the sheer weight of.
the’ meat, like a gridiron juggernaut,
may cause the stew to stick to the bot:
tom of the pot. То avoid scorching,
stir the stew frequently but not con-

intly, scraping the bottom and cur
т of the pot. Use a heavy metal pot
of the Dutch oven type with a tight
fiting lid. Use a low, easygoing, flame.

6 When piercing the meat to see if
the stew is done, try three or four pieces
‘of meat, One piece may require longer
cooking than another even though both
are from the sume cut of meat.

7, The idea that a stew tastes better
the second day than the first is often
substantially crue. The long standing
of the stew' ingredients, like the "rip-

ening" of a punch, makes for а more
mellow marrying of favors. Of course,
if the stew contains potatoes, the pota-
toes will lose their freshness the second
day even though the meat and gravy
flavors have perked up.

3. Finally if the meat is quite tough
{all stewing meat, for reasons of favor,
is not very tender), the pot, in rare in-
stances, may have to remain on the fire
30 long that the gravy becomes 100 in-
tense or concentrated in flavor. In this
ase, the gravy should be diluted with
stock or water.

‘So much for pointers. Here now, are
a halídoren тїлүзоулсмей recipes lor
sews. (Each dish is designed for four
servings)

‘beer stew мити vrerrantrs

This is the great all-American favor-
ite. Buy the meat cut into T-inch cubes.
For color, sprinkle freshly cooked green
peas over the stew on the serving plates.
Bring on the main course with а giant
towed green salad. For the epilogue,
serve ripe Camembert cheese and coffee.

2 Ibs. chuck of beef, cut for stewing,

3 tablespoons vegetable fat

medium sized onion, minced
Teck, white part only, minced

і і
ү
i
a

Sauté the meat in the fat umil the
meat turns light brown. Sprinkle the
onion and kek over the meat. Mix
well. Sauté 5 minutes more. Sprinkle
the йош over the meat. Mix well. Add
the bay leaf, thyme, boiling water,
bouillon cubes and tomatoes, stirring
well. Add 1 teaspoon зай and 14 vex
spoon pepper. Bring to x boil Skim.
Reduce fame and simmer slowly tor
2 hours. Add the silver onions (whole),
the carrots and potatoes. Simmer until
ment and vegetables are tender. Skim
fat. Add brown gravy color if desired
Add Tabasco sauce, Season to taste
with salt and pepper.
niar STEW STROGANOFF

The beef for this stew should be cut
imo Linch squares, y4 inch thick. It
should be lean beef from the top sir-
loin or top round. At the very end of
the cooking, sour cream is added. Care
should be taken at this point not to
boil the gravy but merely bring it up
10 the boiling point, or the cream may
candle, Along with the Stroganoff, you'll
want buttered egg noodles and glazed
young carrots. For desert, a piece of
genuine apple strudel and coffee.

2 Ibs, lean stewing beef

34 cup vegetable fat

y4 pound fresh mushrooms

\ сыр minced onion

1 dove of garlic, minced

14 teaspoon dried chervil

3 tablespoons flour

4 cups boiling water

3 bouillon cubes

2 tablespoons caraway seeds

2 tablespoons minced parsley

3 tablespoons tomato paste

1 cup sour cream

Salt. pepper

Melt the fat. Add the beef, Sauté
slowly, stirring frequently, until the
meat tums brown. Detach the mus.
тоют caps from ihe stems, Wash well,
Cut the caps and stems into slices y
inch thick. Add the mushrooms, onions,
garlic and chercil to the pot. аше 5
minutes more. Str їп the flour, mixing
well. Add 3 cups boiling water and
the bouillon cubes. Stir well. In a
separate small saucepan, combine 1
cup boiling water and the carsway
seeds, Simmer 15 minutes, Strain the
caraway broth and add it to the stew
pot. Discard the caraway seeds. Add
the parsley. Simmer slowly until the
meat is very tender, about 2 to 214
hours. Skim the fat from the surface.
Stir in the tomato paste. Turn off the
ame and slowly stir in the sour cream.
When ready to serve, reheat, bringing
the gravy up to the boiling point, Add
salt and pepper to taste.

LAB STEW WITH BEANS

The extremely luscious combination
of lamb and white pea beans is one
Which French chefs have had fun with
for years. The dried beans are soaked
‘overnight. Half of the beans are then
cooked in the stew. The balance um
cooked in a separate saucepan. When
the stew is done, the beans which were
cooked separately are mashed into the
sew. This is one of the stews which
definitely improves on the second oF
third day. the lamb stew and
beans, you'll do the right thing by
offering buttered fresh broccoli, а bot-
Че of fine rose wine and, for the con-
clusion, а baba au rhum.

1 cup dried white pea beans

2 cups cold water

2 Ibs, chuck of lamb, cut for

sewing

3 tablespoons fat

14 cup minced union

14 cup minced green pepper

I dove garlic, minced

2 cups
2 bouillon cubes
Salt, pepper
Soak the beans overnight in the 2

cups cold water. Remove half of the

(concluded on page 71)

pastiche BY JED KILEY

a title bout in ten rounds

ROUND 7: "MEN WITHOUT WOMEN"
оки MORNING, just as the sun also rose,
Ernest was pounding on our door. Floyd
Gibbons and 1 wanted to slecp. But try
and do it. If you didn't let him in he
would break the door down. Never saw
э man with such energy in all my life.
Te was May and we were in the tropics
where everybody takes it easy. But that’s
not the Hemingway of life. He wants
action wherever he is. And he gets it. So
we got up and went fishing.

We took Gib’s boat, Emes’s tackle
"There were five of us men without
women; the captain, the three of us and
a native bait-utter. Ernest tried to get
his Cuban mate to come along but the
boy had more sense. He was tired after
that storm sesion and you can't blame
him. Said he wanted to sec that the rod-
der was repaired and stayed in bed.

‘As you head out to sea from the Bi
mini jetty you pass the partly submerged
wreck of а big steel freighter. Gib
thought it would be 2 pretty good spot
10 fsh and so did L But Ernest had
other ideas.

"Where do you think you arc?" he
said. “In Lake Michigan? We are going

after tuna, not perch."

The only way Gib and | had ever
Bone after tuna was in а tin can, So we
‘went alter tuna the hand way. From the
time it cook to get 10 the spot, 1 thought
we must be going to Miami for a tuna
sandwich, We were almost a full bottle
‘out of Bimini belore we slowed down.
But it was a beautiful ride just the
same. "The sea had calmed down over
night and the sun coming up between
the palm trees on the island made it
ook like those colored postal cards they
sell you in Miami,

“Then Ernest started strapping the har-
mes on me. It's a sort of sraitjacket
affair that gocs around your waist and
over your shoulders and has a socket to
hold the end of the fishing pole like the
color sergeants in the army use to carry
the flags in a parade. And you should
have seen the fishing pole. It was as big
around as а clothes pole and had a reel
as big as a hand organ. Weighed a ton.
The line wrapped around it looked
more like telephone cable than fish line.
There must have been miles of it from
the size of the spool. And when 1 got
ıa look at the bait 1 thought 1 had caught.

That gentlemamfishing was too much for Ernest

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а fish already, It was the biggest one 1
had ever had on a line. Must have
weighed over three or four pounds and
it was all trused up on a threcpronged.
hook that reminded. you of the hooks
in a meat market. Big as your fst, I
thought they were kidding me. Fish
hooks are litle bits of things, like bent
pins, with а barb on them that always
gets caught in your pants. ГА hate to
ase that thing get caught on my pants.
1 though

1 said aloud,
han?"

“This is no joking matter,” Heming
way said. "That tackle set те back 900
bucks, If you lose it you go right over-
board after и”

“Then he tossed the bait over the side,
and went up on the ying bridge to get
a bird's eye view of the fih. Gib was sit-
ting alongside of me to help out with a
liule expert advice ot his own. He knew
about as much about deep sea fishing as
1 did, so we were even.

“TL tell you when they are coming,”
Ernest si

Сан you imagine that? Г thought. He's
going to tell me when the fish are com-
ing. What's be got? A divers helmet Or
does he think this is a glasebottomed
boat? Or maybe he's got an X-ray ma-
chine up there to see a fish away down
in that dark green water. Must have
been а mile deep where we were. Then
he tells me that when 1 feel something

ickle the Вай a Гаде 1 should slip the
release and not jerk the pole but let
the line run out until 1 count 10, “Wait
until he swallows it," he says

How the hell am 1 going to know
when he swallows it, | thought. You'd
think 1 was the fish's doctor out there
the water telling him wo say "Ah." Just
then 1 saw something white about 50
feet off the stern, I didn’t feel anything
but siw something splash. Gib saw i
100. "You got him, veel in,” he yelled.
1 jerked the pole back so hard it beancd.

ye on the forehead. But 1 had the fish
all ight. Saw him jump right out of the
water. | stared reeling,

"That's your bait,” Ernest wid. "We're.
wolling on ihe surface.”

He was right, that time anyway. 1 let

[ and could

following w Tike he
а good look at him so Ed know him the
neat time. A drink or two later Ernest
yelled again, "Look out. Couple of big
ones are flirting with it." Better do it his
way this time, E thought, Then I felt
something. Just а slight tug on the line

бе a big fish, 1 thought. Feels
Jt came again. So
i let the line run out
and counted 10. Hope I'm com
that fish out the way I did Diva
thought. 1 gave him the long count too.
At 12 T snapped the catch back on and

"What are we alter,

jerked that pole as hard as I could.

Amd then it happened. Somebody
jerked back so hard the tackle and 1
nearly went overboard together. And
you should have seen that line run out.
Straight down it went toward China, In
two seconds Mat Ernest was beside me
yelling in roy car, “Hold on, You got a
quarter of а ton of foh on there, Let
him sound.”

E couldn't hear any sound from the
fish but 1 held on for dear life just the
same and that linc kept on goin out so.
lox it started to smoke. Ernest grabbed
the pitcher of ice water and poured it
оп the reel. "If it slackens a little, pump
amd reel” he said.

Ik did sacken a little after what
seemed hours The fish must have hit
thought. Three quarter
could see from the reel, was
straight down in the ocean amd the ree
held 400 yards of linc. "That meant the
water was about as deep as the Empire
State Building is tall. АП 1 had о do
now was to pull that fish up again. And
if you ask me, Td rather climb the steps
of the Empire State Building, step by
step. any time.

The reeling wasn't so hard. lt was
geared down a lot. But pumping with
the left was murder. 1 stood it as long
as 1 could and then threw in the sponge.
They say it was 25 minutes. My arm
hurt so | could hardly get out of the
hames. While I was wriggling out and
groaning Hemingway took the pole and
with those big feet of his gripping the
deck, played that whale. or whatever it
was, like a brook fisherman playing a
trout. 1 watched him for hall an hour.
Then it seemed 10 get easier. He was
pumping and reeling like 2 steam en
gine. What a left.

"Sharks are after him,” he sid.

There he goes again with that fortune
telling мий, 1 thought. The fish is will
a hundred feet dow in the ocean and
he tells us the sharks are biting him.
Better go alter him while his hands are

I thought. Gib musy have been
the same thing

“How do you know?” he mid.

1 mid aloud, “Why, it's very simple,
Gib, Mr. Hemingway and Mr. Fish have
а sort of Mone code between them.
The fuh taps out on SOS over that tele
graph Tine in his mouth and Mr. H. пе
cives it over the line in his hands”

“That's right," Ernest said.

And he went on pumping and reeling
like a madman. You could see it was a
lot easier than when I had the pole. The
lime was coming in now almost as fast
as it went out. 1 started pouring ice
water on it as a gag and got a kick in
the shins for my trouble. Imagine kick-
ing anybody with your bare wes I
wouldn't kick a pillow with that in-
grown toenail of mine. The guy has
concrete toes like a statue, І thought.

Hurt me more than it did him.
“Then things really started to happen.
He had the fish so close to the surface
you could see him. И was a tuna all
Tight and what a tuna. Looked like a
whale and he wasn't alone. There were
three or four other guys as big as he was
with him only they were charging
snapping at him like a hungry n
snapping at а tuna sindwich.
Sharks and what sharks! That marine
telegraph wasn't so
thought. "The сарой

and our baitcut
ter grabbed long wicked-looking galls

and went into action, Gib and 1 went
into hiding.

Sharks, they му, are no match for a
big tuna unless he's hurt or hooked but
once they get him he » a line its
different. The only friend the tuna had
was Hemingway and the way he j
that big fish away from those sharks was
something to sce. Said he was afraid the
sharks would cut the line, Their
like rough sandpaper made ol powdered
glas. И one just brushes against you.
you start bleeding.

You could see the poor tuna was all

when they finally got him on the
winch. Somebody had taken a 50 pound
bite out of him. That must have
when he sent the wire to. Hemingwa;
1 thought. Even as they pulled him on.
the hig winch one of the sharks jumped
five feet out of the water and took a bite
‘out of him as though he were cheese.
You could hear the sharks teeth snap
like a steel trap. Some teeth, Some tuni
too. Не was 10 feet long and must have
weighed 300 pounds even with the twa
bites out of him.

1 felt pretty good about my catch, Al
ter all 1 had hooked him first. The
baitcutter brought us a round of drinks
to celebrate. But Hemingway м:
He took his drink but said he
sharks. The baitcutter hated them too.
Kept shaking his fist at the water. Who
doesn't hate sharks I thought, You
‘could see them hanging around the boat.
watching us to sce if we were going to
throw out another Hine. I ga
cold. shivers just to look at the
Papa Hemingway fooled them.

“No use fishing around here any
more." be said. "ГЇ! show you landlub.
bers some real heman sport, We will
қо back and get the tools. We've go
500 pounds of bait and from now o
мете alter sharks.”

Well. 1 thought. you would certainly
med a pretty big hook to сапу that
tuna as bait amd a tele
ish with, m
hawer for a linc. But 1 dido
thing, When you arc fishing
ingway you don't say much. He doesn't
eiche

But on the way back he told us his
father had given him a fishing pole lor

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a corporation fly-boy bares all: it’s strictly monkey business aloft

COCKPIT CAPERS

Roger Wilco, as if you didn't know, ir
a pen name, Because the young corpo-
tation pilot who wrote this factual article
is still very actively fying, etc., he prefers
his real identity to be Rept u secret. As
he told us, “The story you are about to

AU, AFTERNOON THE PROFESSOR had put
tne through a series of psychological tests.
1 had walked blindfolded a prescribed
route which crisscrossed the room; had

жшк pencils in vertical roms af indes;
ШЕ ш pot round pez in meinen
and had atempacd o place an died
ld on a mall box. All to ind ош
whether 1 capable fing a tane
Fore Ye ie on ol e srl
Меч ирий. Bur the prout

{. experienced headshrinker that he was
„ fouled up. He should have had а nude

babe walking back and forth in the room.
while 1 took the tests И would've
helped Inter.

Alter I started flying for the steel cor-
poration it didn’t take me long to dis-

article BY ROGER WILCO

‘cover that the professor and I both had a
few facts to learn about the executive fl
ing industry. There was ane phase of
this type of flying that all the psycho-
logical tests in the book didn’t touch
the “cockpit playmate” kick as practiced
by the feminine passengers who are turn-
ing the wild blue yonder into an aerial
Casbah.

It carae as a complete surprise to me,
After four years as a pilot in the Ai
Force, flying everything. from liaison
puddlejumpers to heavy borubers and
Jets, I thought Т had experienced most

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types of in-fight emergencies. My con-
cern was to adjust myself to the proper
relationship between executive pilot and
the top management personnel Г be
carrying. I kept reminding myself that
Td have to be very careful how 1 acted
with шу passengers. Fl admit the
thought of meeting some lovely heiresses
had crossed my mind, but 1 wasn't ex-
аспу starving to death for feminine com-
panionship and I planned to keep my
manner inyperonal enough to insure that
Td keep my job. No honeplay or over-
familiarity. How wrong can а man be?

Alter a week of refresher training in э
converted C46 und a thorough study of
the corporation's “Flying Policy Man-
‘athe cel plor signed me to the

ngleengine Bonanza used for short
trips. He smiled as he handed me the
flight form for the Bonanza. "You flew
jets in the Tactical Air Command, ch?"
he remarked. "The outfit that stays fast
and loose."

sure have to be fast and
loose on this job, too.”

T didn't understand his meaning but 1
wasn't long in finding out that all “warm
fronts” aren't restricted to weather con-
ditions. The young, supple daughters

aliadas of ee top are
tives, the gals who specialize in full
length love affairs within the confines
of a cockpit just slightly larger than ап
oversized hat box, can make the tem-
perature inside a plane cabin zoom like
N erinphreteint jr 1 dica
this tact on my very first executive flight.

1 prepared for this flight in the Bo-
nanza with all the care of a Pan Amer-
ican captain heading for South Ámerica.
1 checked the weather, made a detailed

Right inspection of the plane, had
һу crane ready and vas standing at
the aircraft waiting when the corpora-
tion's Cadillac pulled up. 1 knew in
advance that 1 was to take а passenger
to Washington, D C, and 1 амид
that one of the top brass was going to
the capital on business. Instead. а
blonde as sleek amd streamlined as a
rocket ship stepped out of the car. She
was living proof that they hadn't thrown.
away the Monroe Mansfield mold. T
didn't visibly drool but 1 definitely felt
those primal stirtings. And I had to re
mind myself that this was business, busi-
mes business and not monkey business
or wolf business.

Giving me a curt nod. she asked, "Is.
the plane ready?”

“Үе, ma'm.”

“Then lets go. 1 must be in Washing-
ton by four юм”

“The chief mechanic helped her onto
the wing and into the plane, Y settled
myself in the left seat, checked Blondie's
safety belt as impersonally as 1 could
manage, fastened my own, and started
the engine. The tower cleared us to

runway 28 and a couple of minutes later
we rolled out for takeoff. 1 let the Bo-
nanza run up to 55 mph on its own,
lightened the nosewhee! a little and we
Rew off smoothly. Easing the manifold
pressure back to 25 inches and setting
the RPM to 2200, I started a climb to
enroute altitude.

Everything was normal for the first
15 minutes. Blondie smoked a cigarette
and watched the scenery while I checked
the needles on the panel. The prox.
imiy of my beauteous cargo and the
aroma of perfume and expensive clothes
ad my har beating а efx. but 1
was under control. Assured that I was
making a good impresion оп ту first
passenger, 1 tried to relax. At 7000 feet
1 leveled off, closed the cowl flaps and
readjusted the trim tabs. The check-
points passed rapidly and right on the
nose. Everything was SO.P. We were
just passing over Johnstown, Pennsyl-
vania, when this aerial wench got down
ло business.

"Snap on the Lear.” she said.

‘That was the first indication I had
that she was familiar with the plane,
Not only did she know we had an auto-
matie pilot. she knew who made it

“Don't you like the way I'm fying the
plane?" 1 asked.

“Don't be silly. Why waste your time
playing with a control column?"

1 didn't get it-not even then. 1 was
a dope, and not the kind you put on the
wing fabric, either. Reaching over lo
the panel, 1 set up “George” and
snapped the switch. The next instant
Blondie shed her safety belt.

"You better leave that belt fastened,”
Y said. “It might get rough? I know
my heartbeat was getting a little rough.

By this time she was easing out of her
seat and moving towards me. "It might
at that,” she remarked.

‚She wasn't fooling, Before 1 could re
ply her mouth was pressed against mine,
her tongue caressing my lips, her teeth
delicately nipping me in а kiss that
threatened to light the fire warning bulb.

"How was that, Honey?” she asked as
she unrippered her skirt.

T tried to think what the manual said
about this type of emergency but the
flight instruments and engine controls
lost importance as 1 gazed at her bare
thighs.

Y made one last effort in the interests
of CAB, and my job. "Lerab had bee
ter watch the plane," 1 muttered.

“You do that,” she said softly, twining
her arms around my neck and pressing
her lovely, luscious body hard against
minc.

So from Johnstown until we were a
few minutes out of Washington, D. C,
the Bonanza took a beating. 1 learned
some positions that I never knew were
possible for a human body. By the time
T contacted the tower at the National

Airport I barely had strength enough
left to land the plane, As 1 taxied to
the ramp Blondie used her compact.
When she stepped out of the plane she
looked as fresh and innocent as a coun:
tay girl on her frst trip away from the
farm, She nodded and disappeared into.
the waiting limousine. She didn’t even
say thank you-for my excellent piloting,
I mean.

The day after the Washington Right,
1 was promoted to the corporation's
DCS, Evidently Blondie must have told
her mother about the abilities of the new
pilot because a guy usually spends a
уєш or so in the singleengine planes
betore he moves up to the twin-engine
category. The DES, among other fea-
tures, had two full length divans and I
soon discovered they got as much wear
and tear as the twin Pratt & Whitney
engines out on the wings. Luxury was
the keynote for this plane. Besides the
divans there were a desk, a small bar
and several swivel chairs lor sightseeing.
Luxurious living was evident, too, in the.
wives ul corporation officials who used
this aircraft. They liked the comfort of
the divans and the unhurried pace of the
larger transport which gave them more
time to accomplish what Blondie did.
Besides, there are two pilots on the DC-3.
diving these aerial love bug more variety.

"The comfort of the passengers is con-
sidered of first importance,” the Director
of Flight Operations told me emphati-
cally as he briefed me on the transport.
"You. as captain of the plane, are re

The first two fights were uneventful,
1 took the president and his staff 10

о. then flew the sales manager and
his top men to El Paso, Texas, for a
convention. But it didn't take long to
find out that the DCS not only could
dive, it could also turn into onc.

It happened оп my third flight as
captain of the transport, a jaunt to
Miami Beach, 1 filed my clearance under
‘contact flight rules don't know whether
the CAA, had in mind body contact or
not when it named this type of clear:
ance but on this flight it certainly was
appropriate. Two executives and their
wives boarded the plane.

"This will be a snap,” Y muttered to
"my new copilot, a young fresh lad still
not initiated into the realm of playboy
fying:

Alter making certain the passengers
were comfortable I went into the pilot's
compartment. 1 relaxed into the left
seat and checked the more than 60 items
оп the check list as the copilot called
them off. After we ran up the engines
at the end of the runway and the tower
cleared us into position, 1 motioned to
the copilot to take the controls, "You

(concluded оп page 78)

for forty years peruvian alberto vargas has glorified the american female

THE

VARGAS

GIRL

pictorial

‘ome COMMEXCIAL лктьте than you
M can shake a No. 6 brush at have
set themselves the task of lauding
the American female at the drawing
board — to the everlasting delight of
the American male. Men's tastes change.
however — in architecture, theatre, the

»to-vermouth ratio of a Martini, and
pecially in women. The bebustled
‘of Charles Dana Gibson's Gib-
|. everybody's sweetheart during

BY JON CAMPBELL

pre World War 1 days, bowed to John
Held, Jr's baby faced, dynamitchipped,
rougeknced Rapper, so popular dur.
ing the Jazz Age that live young ladies.
patterned themselves after Held's draw-
ings in both looks and demeanor. In
the Thirties, George Petty bequeathed
to U. S. ant lovers his pertbusted. long-
stemmed Репу Girl and (we under.
stand) invented the telephone. The
Forties belong to Alberto Vargas and his

Alberto Vorgos sketching The Vargas Girl.

Vargas Girl — and well concede him the
Filties, too, if pressed. Actually, how.
ever, artist Alberto Vargas has heen dedi-
cated 10 the delincation of American
beauty for two generations.

The Vargas Girl has not always looked
the same, and herein lies her secret of
longevity. When she fiot appeared а
full 40 years ago. she had some of the
pristine elegance of the Gibson Girl; in
the Roaring Twenties, she bared her
сам» (fahionably small: 520) with all
the roguishness, if not the wit, of one of
Held angels: in the Thirties and For-
ties she took on some of the airbrushed
sickness popularized by Petty. But in
her final form — seen for the first ime in
the original. full-color figure studies on.
these five pages — the Vargas Girl pos

sesses something more than the sum of
her perky parts: she is Anatomical Per.
fection, put together in a way certain to
ма the most unfeeling amongst us
quiver and amumbling in our Martinis

[he creator of all this pleasing, pul:
hritude is a mustached Latin who,
though he is past 60 today. looks much
the same аз the 20year-old who arrived
in New York City in 1916, fresh from
school in Switzerland. Alberto was on his
way back to his native Peru to work in his
father’s photographic business and was
only supposed to be stopping over in.
the US. between boms. But as he
walked through Manhattan at noon
time, the strecis filed with the girls of
the city ойс workers, clerks, were
tarios all hurrying somewhere for

The Vargas Girl, cir-
ca 1918, wasa far ery
from The Vargas Girl
Sen
pon-and-ink drawing,
tiled The Indiscreet

lke netic
e

mous producer, "One afternoon not
Jong alter 1 started working for him,
Ziegteld had over 500 girls standing in
the wings of the theatre,” Vargas recalls,
“each one wearing a number. They рас
издей before him, five or six at a time,
ad he just sat there, nodding once in a
While to his sccretary to, "Take that one's

number’ When he was all through,
he'd chosen no more than five or six and
1 couldn't understand it, because as far
аз 1 was concerned, many of the girls he
had passed by were more attractive than.
those he'd picked."

Vargas asked Ziegfeld about that and
was told: “The girls I have chosen here

this afternoon have an inner spaik — a
beauty that comes from beneath the sur
lace, 1 сав change the rest — with make-
up and hair styling and costumes, but
ihe inner beauty = this the girl must
have herself” The words made a con-
siderable impresion on the young artist
and Vargas determined to try and cap-

ture the same inner spark in his painting,

He worked with Ziegfeld until the
shownian’s death in 1952, then accepted
fan offer from Hollywood хо paint por-
traits of the stars for the old Fox Studio.
Vargas followed Petty into the pages of
Esquire in the early Forties. The grand-
daddy of die men's magazines dropped
the a from the Vargas signature and put
his work on giant gatefolds, calendars

cards. Work for other magazines
ollowed, advertising, illustrations and
then a return to Hollywood and more
movie work,

“The Peruvian prefers to capture his
American beauties in the wholly nude
and add clothing later, as required. He
пм» this is the only way of getting the
anatomy just right. Despite this
pleasant approach to his work. the Var-
as Girl has never been allowed 10 ap-
pear in public in the altogether until

Vorgos looks cheod: соге of man's
changing testes in woman, the person-
‘ble Peruvian has pointed the pinnodes
of pulchritude post ond offers

of the Future.

now —a tight fitting evening gown, a
brief bathing suit or a gossamer negligee
always having been added after the fact,
Thoe are the fin, full-color nudes
by Vargas ever published and they are
among a number of figure studies bei
prepared by the artist or a forthconsing
book оп art and the Vargas Girl.

Alberto Vargas has painted beautiful
women for the past 40 years and he
has specific ideas about the Girl of the
Future, too. On his drawing board, the
Eve of tomorrow i» dressed in a gold
vine; she holds an apple of temptation
lor some future Adam, and а lariat for
roping him in. At a time when many a
prophet is predicting a grim Orwellian
future for the human race, we find the
Vargas forecast both cheerful and
cheering.

u

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HEMINGWAY

his birthday when he was only two
years old and a doublebarreled shot-
gun when he was 10.

The trip back was relaxing. Except
for the blood all over the deck you'd
lave thought we were just sitting
around in some quiet bar. And you
should have seen Papa that day. Naked.
except for a pair of old blood-stained
shorts, with а stubble j
Tong enough to look w
a Fdbloodlcd fish and he had so much
loud on him he might have been a
tuna himself. You'd certainly never take

him for a writer, I never did anyway, 1
thought
said aloud, "What's this 1 hear about

your telling Who's Who that your favo
rive sports were fishing, hunting and

“Hear you got 100 grand for the
rights to Farewell to Arms” 1 said.

"that's all" he suid. "Should have
asked 200,"

“That's all, T thought. Where does he
get that stuli? You'd think 100 grand
was peanuts. That was wo much for
Gib. He went below to take а nap. I
was plenty tired too. The sea and the
sun and the excitement get you tired
when you are out with Ernest. But he
was full of pep. Started cleaning his
tackle while we chatted. You could see
һе loved it. And he breathed in that sea
air like an old tar.

“How did you like the picture?” 1

slow.
“What picture?" he sid.
“Farewell,” 1 said.
“Didn't see it he said
и?” U sald, "You didn't see your
‘own picture?"

“That's righ,” he said.

“Why?” T said.

He said, "If you sec it you might not
like it. Then you might mot want to
write anothe

How does he know all this dope? T
thought, Makes sense but where does he
get i? Seems to know Hollywood and
thing ele inside out, 1 though

you go out to Hollywood?” 1

E
"No?" he said.

“Why not Г said.

“Why should 17° he said. "If you go

‘out there they get you writing as though
you were looking through a camera lens.
MI you think about is pictures when
you ought to be thinking about people.
You've got to live the life of your char-
acters to write about them."

There's the guy's secret, 1 thought: lie
ing the tife of his characters. Thats why
he was running around with the count-

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ess in Paris that tine. He didn't care
anything about her, He just stuck a pin
iu her like those butterfly collectors do.
Wanted to see what made her tick. The
guy, 1 realized for the first a per
fectionist. That's what be i» Whether
or mot you like his style of writing
doesn't mean а thing. The point is be
Knows what he is writing about and yon
now it, Нез not a fiction writer. He's
а reporter of emotions. And he never
writes about any emotion he has not ex-
perienced himself,

Take this Farewell to Arms. Ws
about the Italian Army. Well, he ought
know something about that. He got
himself shot up in the айап Army,
didn’t he? They say his stulf is full of.
tragedy. So what? He lived across from
the cemetery long enough to know
about death. And how about that tomb-
like house be has in Key West. Maybe
thats why he lives there. And he has
heen courting death himself enough 10
know just how it feels when your num-
ber is up. Going out in that storm in
thot little boat of his showed the guy's
curiosity about danger. And look at him
going up against those three rum-
runners in the Bucket of Blood. Bet he
felt like running out of the joint when
the fight started. But he didn't run be-
cause the desire to kam how it feels
to be on the spot was the stronger urge-
Wanted to feel it so he could write
about it some day. Living the life of his
characters is the guy's trade. To Have
and Have Not, they tell me, was a book
about a tough guy just like the one who
broke the glass off in that very fight. He
just used the guy as a guinea pig.

Look at Death in the Afternoon.
You look at it. I don't want to. But let
me tell you something. That's the one
about Spanish bullfighters and they tell
me the guy lived with a bullfghter to
learn about bullfight
only that, he leamed to fight
himsell. He actually got out there in the
arena and fought а bull. They say he
got gored pretty badly too. And what
did he do it for? ГИ tell you. He got
himself kicked in the pants by that bull
ж he could find out first hand just how
those matadors, or whatever they call
them, fec) about it themselves, He is a
guy who wants to learn about it right
from the bulls mouth.

"Take Across the River and Into the
Trees. And you can take that one too
if you want to. 1 wouldn't stand in your
way. As a matter of fact, 1 thought
was the Civil War story about Stonewall
Jackson when he got shot. But they tell
me it has a lot of Hemingway's own
character in it. Sort of a psychoanalysis
of himself between the fines. Mirror
ing Т guess they call it. Т can’t read

that stuff to save my life. But it just gocs
10 show you.

Take one of his early short stories,
‘Take ‘em all if you want to. The one 1
mean is The Snows of Kilimanjaro. Get
а load of that title, You'd think it way

Я
Alps or something, Well, get o
fan. Its about Africa. No kidding, And
who the hell ever heard of snow in

your

e Bogart wearing

"he African
Queen. Did you? 1 thought he had on a
sun helmet and shorts. Must be my eyes.
Eyer see а safari on snowshoes in a
Martin Johnson film? Or Frank Buck
skating after a polar bear in the Suham?
Tt just goes to show you, 1 му.

Let's look imo the significance of that
screwy word Калмат јато, Why, its
nothing but the old cemetery influence.
working again amd again and again.
Death never takes a holiday with that
кту. Mays killing somebody. You
some people think because they kill a
fo of guys they are great writers — like
Shakespeare or Jack Webb. Bor 1 don't
see these two letting their characters die
in bed the way he does in The Killers
and The Snows. Hamlet and his Friend
Macbeth didn't take it ig down.
They were in there im the last round
slugging it out with knives and poison.
What's new about a guy dying in bed?
If you ask me, the author should have
stood in bed. T say, let this bird Jaro, or
whatever his name is, die with his boots
оп. But пу and tel him that!

Lets skip quickly омет The Green
Hills of Africa, Ever reat it? 1 didn't

's an old ome of hic First its green
hills and then it's white snow: in Africa.
Its the title that crabbed it, Look at
those Foreign Legion picture in Techni-
color, Those green hills of his are
yellow sand dunes. Must have written
that one with a green fountain реп.

So much for literary criticism. Bette
softsoup him now. I thou
1 said aloud, “Nive piece of report

you did in Death in the Afternoon.
Something told me 1 should not have

эте yening

orget it” he said. “That's not you
talking. It's Hollywood. The minute yon
heard 1 got 100 Gs for Farewell you be
gan to think 1 could write. Fm no better
now than 1 was when 1 lived over the
cemetery, Just getting more dough.
Thats all,”

Maybe it is like that, I thought. When
you know somebody well you don't think
they can be so hot. Because you know
them. Then when they make good you
begin to think they must be good. Well,
1 still didn't think much of The Killers
(concluded om page 66)

“I love my wife and
fine job, money i

е have three wonderful children. I've a
he bank und Lown my own home. T just
because 1 like the stuff.”

O-O-OH Santa —
1 just love that

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(Qm мәй Cond. The beta plan ol die more
erudite men this Spring call lor prodigious
ol blue in general — and to be absolutely precise:
That haze seen around the drawi ır the men’s bar)
where the tastemakers gather ix not strictly atmospheric:
a minor Spring miracle wrought by those for
ing lads who one fine day simultaneously decide
that now is the time for navy. Even the Madison Avenues
have tumed a deep blue, and gray flannel is relegated
strictly to Gregory Peck.

OK. blues not new. As everybody knot
started when the early Britons painted themsel
big nights on the rocks at Stonehenge. Then the navy
Caught on to the shade, and, somewhat later, Robert Bench.
ley pulled a switcheroo with the wry comment that he
thought а suit of lint to pick up blue serge would be just

ique is not neces:
sarily a corollary to wearing navy blue today.

Naturally, the softer finishes still possess an undeniable
alfnity lor fying white specks (including stray platinum
hairs that might alight). but a bit of quick brush work easily
dispenses the culprits Мом of the new fabrics, however,
maintain their dark elegance with only а casual flick or
two. Actually, the advantages of wearing navy blue far
outweigh the extra upkeep problems, for nothing makes a
guy look so immediately well dressed. Furthermore, the sun.
never seis оп navy blue: it's right early or late, at board
meeting or supper club.

Suill another advantage of the navy is the really
wide variety of weaves, styles and weights available: un
finished worsteds, flannels, sharkskins, tropicals, gabardines
and silks are only a part of the story. New blends of cotton.
for wool with dacon take to sensible tailoring, shrug oll
wrinkles and come up shipshape after continued bouts with
а Bendix. The model you'll want most is the single breasted.
thneebuttoned, natural shouldered affair, but the double

breasted jackets look neat and new, too. “There's absol
mone of that unlamented “sharp” stamp left in the
Gone are the mile wide, deep-notched lapels and the wr
around fullnes of cut that gave the wearer the агы

appearance of an carly George Кай. The newer do
breasted stock is cur along the same lines as its single bretb-

‘easy fit: narrow, high:notched lapels: a wrap.
around of only a few inches, with four buttons recom.
mended in place of the sin.

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about $90 — center, a well-bred dacron and cotton double.
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Gordon of Philodelphio, obout $50 — right, о crisp wool
shorkskin three-button job, by Chester Laurie, about $70.

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THE PAINTED LADY

A newly translated tale from El libro de buen amor, by Juan Ruiz

тил pavas was A Paren in Brittany.
He married a young woman and found
life very pleasant with her. But it did
not last: before their first month was
up he had a sad piece of news for her.

“1 have to go to Flanders on business,
my sweet.” he said. "I will be gone for
many months but ГИ bring you back
some pretty ilis"

She was not happy about it. "I wish
you didn’t have 10 leave me, But if go
you must, have a рїеззаги trip and don
forget me and what you have here.”
7b won't” said Pitas "And neither
ill you forget me, for 1 shall leave a re-
minder painted on your fair skin. When
you look at it, think of it as a symbol
of our love and let it keep you chaste
and true to me.”

" she said, And her
to the floor, leaving.
her nude before him,

Pitas Payas plied his brushes and
painted just under her navel the figure
оГ a Пие lamb. Then olf he went to
Fh

den.

He stayed away two years, and every
month was like a full year to his wile
alone in thelr fine house. Time palled
upon her and she grew restless with so
much of it on her
was young amd had tas
of wedlock and know
band's love. One day she gave up waiting
and wok a young lover into her house
and bed. And it was not long until he
had rubbed away the last traces of the
little tamb.

Then, of all times, came а letter from
Pitas Payas: he was coming home.

lis loving young wile sent quickly for
her paramour. “Quick,” she cried, "pai
me another little lamb right where the
fast one was when Pitas went away!”

Right in that spot beneath, her pretty
navel he painted it — and with dispatch
and purpose. But instead of a little lamb
he left a ram with horns and certain
other appurtenances all rams have,

Pitas knew all was not right the mi
ше be stepped into his home. His wife

scornfully, coldly, but he

tried not to notice. As soon as he could,
he took her to their bedroom, and his

jind was on the lamb.
"Lets have a look at our lamb, my
love. And then to bed."

“Anything you say

How can it be? 1 painted à young and
innocent lamb, and now 1 fud this ram
bere!"

His wife looked at him and he
seemed to grow. "Why uot, lov
asked "Arc you asking a Hle Lamb not
10 grow into a rami in two years’ time?
You should have come home sooner,
love. Then you would have found your
anb just as you left it”

We men may draw а moral from this
tale: Let us not мау away Irom home
коо long, lest we, like the lamb, spror
hori.

Translated by J. 4. Goto

He sketched a picture beneath her navel.

PLAYBOY

HEMINGWAY

(continued from page 60)

Felt like asking hin what had become of.
it if it was so good. He wrote it 10
years before over the cemetery but I cer-
tainly had never heard of the thing since.
Het ће couldn't sell that ome to the
movies, 1 thought.

As we passed the old wreck on our
way in we noticed a swank little cruiser
anchored over there. So we headed over
10 scc who our visitors were. The boat
was а Пие honey. 1 was sure glad we
were in The Adventurer instead of
Emmests boat. More class, The cruiser
was Iying in the tee of the wreck and the
water was as smooth as glass, Ti was
spick and span the way a boat ought 10
De. You could sce two fellows fishing
from easy chairs in the stern. They had a

able between them and cach held a
highball in one hand and a slender little

handed perch-pote in the oder. It
was sure a swell setup. Wonder what
they will say when they get а look at our
Mooxstaimed. pirate, 1 thought.

оте sportsmen.” he said. He
thought that stilhfshing for pan fish
was strictly for the birds unless you
were doing it for bait.

“The captain shut off our motors and
we drifted in on them. They bad not
seen us as yet when one of them let out
a yell. He bad taken a fish. But he did
mot reel in. Didn't want to take the
glass out of his other hand, 1 gues. He
just jerked the wy rod and up popped
a brightly colored Tittle fish about six
inches long. Instead of taking the fsh
off the hook he swung the pole in a wide
arc like a fellow casting backwards.
Then we knew why he had yelled. A
ming black face in a cooks white
appeared at am open window in the
back of him and a capable hand caught
the linc on the fly. A knife Rashed in the
sunshine. The odor of frying fish caught
our nostrils

“This was too much for Hemingway.
He let out a roar that brought Gib ruh-
ing up on deck. Probably thought we
were sinking, The two hardy fishermen
looked up and didn't even bat an eye
АШ three of us recognized them as
Mewrs. Wooly Donahue and Ben Fin-
ney, old friends and erstwhile men about
towns like Paris and Palm Beach.

"You're just in tithe for lunch."
Wooly said. "Come aboard and pick
your dish.

We tied up to them a few min-
utes bad been provided with easy chairs
and a fresh bottle of Scotch. This is the
life, 1 thought. Gib liked it tno. No ex:
citement, Just solid comfort. Ernest
didn't like anything about it but the

yich which was the real uncut Nassau
ape. He wouldn't even sit down.

When he saw the cook baiting the hooks
you could sce it was almost too much for
him. The bait was strips of red fanne!
No fooling. Looks like the boys will
be without underwear next winter. 1
thought.

We looked over the side. The water
was about 30 or 40 fect deep but you
could see right to che bottom. And you
could see hundreds of little fish of all
colors fighting to get at that Ьай. You
had to jerk it away from them. Ben
held his llanncHtaited hook out of the
vater.

"Which one do you want for lunch?”
he asked Gib.

"TII take the yellow one over there,”
Gib said.

And as we watched Ben threw his line
in. jerked the hook away from three or
four baby bluefish until the yellowtail
bit. Took about $0 seconds in all. It
was like taking a Вэй out of one of those
tatis they have in seafood restaurants in
New York. Up he came over Ben's
shoulder right into the waiting hands of
the cook.

We had hardly ordered our dinner
when there it was om the table. Quick-
est service you ever saw. And what fish,
Ernest shook his head sadly but 1 no-
ticed it didn't interfere with his appetite.
Gib and I were all for making а day of
it. But not Ernest. “Make a softy out of

7 he said.

were still at it Betting 10
Ducks on which could take а certain fish
first. Some fun.

“That's what dough docs to you”
Hemingway said.

“Ie can do it to me any time it wants
to." 1 said.

"Me too," Gib said.

"The reception committee was on the
jetty when we docked. Any time Papa
docks the whole island turns out. They
pitched in and helped us get our tuna
оп the scales. I had my picture taken
standing along side of it with the har-
mess, big tackle, our bait-cutter and ev-
erything. Some picture. Some tuna too.
Weighed 520 pounds,

Ernest told the natives to help them-
selves. That's enough food for а year, 1
thought. At least a million sandwiches.
Bur what do you think? АШ they took
was a small filet off the belly weighing
mot over а few pounds. Some waste, I
thought. But Emest explained that the
meat wasn’t good in the tropics at tl
time of the year. Tt seems you got to
‘atch them up North in the cold water
for canning. But he said he knew some
body who would like it.

“Who?” 1 said.

"The sharks.” he said. "We will feed
it to them with lead sauce.”

BEACHCOMBERS

(continued from page 32)

best student 1 had was Lou Costello. He
had a terrific stance. His balance way
great — he always stayed on the hoard
The only trouble was he wouldn't take
the board into the water. He did al
surfing here on the sand.

"Most of the year 1 make money with
the boards. Vacation time, there are so.
many girls around, 1 give up m
money — E make coeds.”

Bobby's last point is ове prospec
beachcorabers will have to consider.

perhaps nine months a year, beachcomb.
ing can be at least a little like it used
to bean independent life, relatively
quiet, with rum, cigars and sunshine, At

descends on the islands, in ses
tans and tropical romance. Usually 0
find both, and the beachcomber, being
in the midst of the quest. has to give
up his quiet life for a while.

"This annual migration, which would
have been abhorred by old-style beach-
combers, is not an innovation. But re
cently, the numbers of girls have tripled,
then increased tenfold as touristclans ait
fares became lower.

How docs the harried executive get to
be a high-class beachcomber? Bullseye
Caldwell offers prospective refugees this
advice:

“Td say first, don't burn your bridges,
because you might mot like it. Irs a
temptation to tell the bow ofl like 1
did. but irs better if you ask him for

leave of absence. ОМ war wound act

up, that sore of thing.
“Second, to tide you over you ought
to have some savings, or he able to draw
om unemployment insurance or some
extension of the СІ Bill.

"Third, you ought to have an idea of
what you're going to do, You don't have
to worry about this too much until you
ket ош in the sun and sie up the situa-
tion, but a high-class beachcomber in't
a bum. He's an artim who сап sell
joods or services while in
suit, whose work is fun, Gen:
erally, even if he relaxes completely,
hell apply the lemons he learned in
business to beachcombing,

"Most important, he has to get rid
of the American success bug — getting
ahead, piling up curs and apartment
and extra suits of clothes. You don't get
ahead here, but you don't hive to,
because you only wear shoes about once
a week. In a мау, you're ahead, anyway,
because а guy who has a girl, a good
supply of rum and cigars, and a be
the beach bas got everything a man ever
needed. The sunscts all his, He's gor it

made.”
a

d to donate it to the church bazaar, but Pastor

“Lofjeres
Johnston said he wouldn't think of letting me part with it.”

as marlene
and moore до,

so goes gabor

Marlene: Scotch Tope ond о few sequins

Moore: a copykitten ond o nude soufflé.

down

thought spited one awed observer to dam it

resembled “Scotch “Tape and sequins.” made the gladrags of Marlene and Terry
ЖО: 71

mike

"So mu
year's entry
p comer is Zsa Zsa Gabor.

WELL-DRESSED MAN (continued from page 47)

caps that look so right with tweeds in
the country were never, we fear, meant
to top off a pinstriped flannel or blue
woned suit in the shadow of the
Chrysler Building. And those tlamboyane
straws that add so much native color to
the Bahamas were never intended to
we than a few miles from the
yes, it is best to
pper sory to be
for aboard the cruise ships. If
am occasional temptation
p à bowler or hombury on your
повіт, fight it, unless you Варе
Honk lke Winthrop Ам. And sh
the unge to take a Hyer in а brilli
colored hatband overtake you, stop to
consider how it's going to work with the
rest ol your outfit. Some handsome hat
hands (a striking rep stripe, for example)
we a eertain go to hell vakishnes that.
is desirable, provided that dash ol color
t repeated elsewhere and ity impact
destroyed. Small bits of Feathers, silver
ind a badger brush add а favor
ir and mountain to country garb,
but if one is really not the open-air type
ло carry it off, it is advisable to leave
a to country squires

"Tie. doc РОР НИНИВ
пе chaired man hom de mercy
asonekcup Wiper, Although me с
TUS dui Кой tbe wok ииги а
smparaincy small part of the overalt

the enia focal фена,
along wit tbe necktie, Time was when
the selection ol shite war a улар. be
cane mon dl Wen mess we The
Ergene of the pink she changed al
tha and now thes» whole pate of
cae à poly 9l рии ы mass
Soll мү бил оре cure io co
Thi earn, nih
Aim shopping. fm rather

fact that color has been added in heap
ions w shirts doesn’t necessarily
better. Ws only when the
that the difference be-
ты] wow the yellows
lok particularly They range
fram the palest champagnes, which we
prefer to downright mai. The best
ing about them is that there it a
suit color we can think of ıl
don't pal up with perfectly
prays, mews with blues, the
иие with tans and greens, Blue
shins continue to wield their particular
brand of appeal — and with good reason.
The undeniable freshness and becom
кз of blue is imtensiia in stripes,
neat checks and in small all-over polka
dots — important details in the big blue
picture: for spring. Other colors which
have a rather specialized use are rel,
‘wally in collaboration with white, and
"rows that also take on the same part-

16. To БЕ olde ur die pe gr
near taps te pasta ch
Ba is ey че уша
to's disant riche in limbo. Aem

that your ned. В а lay маай
ха separating your hexd ftom Your
Shoulder many cola ses ae on the
Shelves of erer) emporium that al le
Act а hable]. The whole

proach и юкат comfort” and
Tono modet E prackaliy the
unilorm of die weldrened wan Yor

wear in the midst of the city or beyond
is limits.

Tab collars have а formal

«Пес. The new
lowercut spread collars, while uni-
veralty becoming and very well done by
do makers have to be carefully sc-

ly they can tum a

set of threads. Culfs come im two varie
ties: the barrel shape that buttons com-
fortably amd is correct for almost any
occasion, and the French, which is
dresier and worn only with suits, never
sports jackets,

Colors in suitings are an endless sub-
ject. one fraught with pitfalls because it
ets into the realm of personal reaction
ond individual taste, the most sensitive
ares in human makeup since Achilles
hed. While not concurring with Lord
Carm. who saîd that no gentleman
wears brown, there are certain colors
that no man who makes the slightest pre
tense to dresing well would ever he
caught dead in — namely, pearl gray and
bright blue. Amd there are cert
shades of brown that should be avoided
Tike the plague. These arc the ones that
have а reddish undertone, no matter
ow slight. Brown should always have
а blackish cast. Certain tones of tan сап
зис. havoc with certain complexions
that are less than ruddy. These tans
poses an unfortunate pink glow or else
a yellowish cast ow liver com-
plications. Tam 1 all, should
always go the gray side and should never
be coupled with dark brown gabardine
slacks, an union combination
popular. with мос ng men who
would rather spend their spare time
with motors than with maidens.

Textures and weaves of various suit
labes йш а man chooses indicate
re than а surlace knowledge ol dress
wr well. The too bold panem, too
hairy tweed, too nubby or teo shiny
material are in the same class эз Charles
Atlas shoulders and hand painted. ties
Exaggeration, that Liggerthan life ap
proach, completely overpowers the avet-
age guy to such an extent he is changed
from a person to a pile of f

plaid that walks like a man, Naturally
this plea for moderation doesn't mean a
complete wardrobe of smooth finishes.
but is just a bit of avumcular advice
worth noting. Striking weaves and
imaginative textures always add that
necessiry stamp of originality, but they
should always be kept in their place,
that of a supporting role, never the st
attraction.

Now lets take ties. It is at this p
that the man in the know is separated
from old Joe Schmoe. Black ties are all

ind sale provided yon want to look
Tike you live in ОМ Cliche and
rare wips to the city. Something a little
t be excemive, There
are plenty of restrained paisleys. stripes
amd allover designs in warm pleasant
colors that are extremely good lookin
provided the colors both in tie and
shire are related and the patterns don't
fight for supremacy. With figured shirts,
solid reps and baratheas ate always ac
ceptable, but not outsta Lisa
mark of real taste to put patterns lo
gether succesfully. For example, with
checked or plaid shirts, marrow. striped
ties in the same color or colors immedi
ately raise а man above the crowd. With
the multitude of striped shirts. it ix best
to get a solid color effect i Bi
if the shirt stripes are very narrow and
spaced close together, the tie pattern can
be bolder without branding one as un-
touchable. Most of these suggestions
apply to city dressing. The casual coun-
terpart gives the knitted ties and the
woolens bigger play. Since most country
shirts are fairly unrestrained, ties keep
pretty much in the background and tend
toward solid. colors.

The man who wants 10 stand up and
ong the wellalressed must
he ground in the right
shoes. Currently, they are going along
with the lightness bit, with a strong line
of demarcation separating the town from
the country shoe, “There's no doubt that
the Halian bootmakers have made thei
mark on the footsteps of our time,
Strictly an urban arramgem
D
soled dimnes and su
were never created 10 complement heavy
weeds or other country trappings. Con
versely, moccasins and desert boots were
never bora to wead city thoronghlares,
That's it —and never the twain shall be
imerchangeable. Black and condovin
are the colors for town, with a wider
range available for ranging the wide
‘open spaces, such as ruwet and the

biquitows olive green. Smooth finished
eather is the rule lor
while it still runs into the life of
the rougher finishes like bucko or re
sene calf have а nice country air. And
we shall leave the suedes to suave co

(concluded on next page)

PLAYBOY

NIGHT RIDE

melli went on. "I can hear it now: "Do.
you love Davey. Lorraine? — you know.
їп that sincere voice. "Do you really
love him — unselfishly? What could she
say? Sure she loved Davey. Unselfishly-
ТАП right. Are you willing to make a
sacrifice and give him the chance at
greatness that he deserves I mean,
What ehe? "Then you've got to coop
‘erate; do what 1 say. ИЛ hurt the kid,
bad, but it's the only way. Just simply
kaving him, thats по good He
wouldn't he So Maxie told her
he was gonna spread the word that
they'd played footsic under the sheets"

"Why would she agree to it?” I
asked, “Гей me that. Why?

"Deck," Parnelli said, "you're forget-
ting an awful lot This guy here has
kept you practically hypnotized tor six
years and he wasn't even trying, How
much of à chance would a simple chick.
have, with all rhe gas turned up fall?
Sure, she hated the idea: hut of Doc
Dailey, he got her convinced wat if
she didn't play along, she'd be cheating
Davey out of something he'd wanted
all his life. OF course, later on he'd tell
Green the truth. And then things would
be peachykcen. What the hell else
could the poor kid say?”

Parnelli sucked а few more drops out
of the bottle and tossed it in a comer.

“Here's the thing, Deek—our boss
has quite a unique little approach to
jam Не believes you've got to be
brought down before you can play. The
worse off you are, and the longer you
stay that way. the better the music is,
Right, Мах?"

Max had his face in his hands. He
didn't answer.

(continued from page 36)

"Look around you. You: 10 years
ago— it was 10, wasn't it, Deck? — you
got drunk one night and got in a car
and hit a ие girl, Killed her. Rollo,
over there — he's queer and doesn't like
jt. Hughie, what's your cros?”

Hughie stayed quiet.

"Oh, yeah: cancer. Hughie’s gonna
dic one of these days soon. Bud Parker
amd Sig, poor babies: hooked. Main
stream. And me — а bottle hound. Max
picked me out of Bellevue, Shall 1 go
ош"

“Go on Т said. I wanted to get it
all sera

But for some reason Max couldn't
find a real brought down piano man.
They pretended to be miserable, but
hell. it tu ку onh lad a

vache or something. “Then — he
found David Green. Or you did, Deck.
So we were complete, at last. Fight
miserable bastards. Sec?" Parnelli pat-
ted Max's head. and hiccupped. "But
don't get bugged because you didn't
catch om. OF Dailey’s smart. You might
have pulled out of your wing ding years
ago, only he kept the Кайс in. Every
now and then he'd give it a twist —like
winding us up. so we'd cry about it
out loud. for the public”

Hughie Wilson said, "Bull. I can play
just as коой happy as—

Мах brought his hands down on the
chair, and that was the last time he
ever looked powerful and strong. “No.”
he said. He was trembling and red.
“Look back, Deacon Jones. Who were
the great pianos? I mean the great ones.
ТИ tell you. Jelly Roll— who they suid
belonged in a whorchouse. Lingle—a
hermit. Tatum—a blind wan. Who

WELL-DRESSED MAN (conti

tinentals and Elvis Presley. Avoid also
any kind of leather shoe in blue or gray,
and particularly those with builtin ven-
tilating systems,

Among the most important secrets of
dressing well are the small items, the
minutiae that many men overlook. Too
much jewelry is to be avoided, and
this includes gigantic American Legion
rings, elaborate watchbands, blockbuster.
clasps and сы links. Keep a fresh
white handkerchief in your jacket pocket
if you wish — many impeccablyactired
guys wouldn't мер out lor а newspaper
without one, but don't fold it so it comes
out with pointed ends. Keep it lat, with.
about опеһай inch of linen running
parallel to the top of the pocket

However well you select your head to-
toe garb, though. you'll still look like a
bum or a bumpkin if you wear it and
treat іс badly. A 5300 suit that’s
spotted or unpresed will not impress:
$15 cashmere socks unsupported by

мей from page 69)

garters can make your nether portion
look like a pair of walking accordions; a
Cavanagh sky piece worn on the back of
the bean or tilted over an eyebrow is
wasted om its wearer, as are unshined
and heetworn shoes, ЙМ and
smuded linen, a wrinkled tie, a missing
sleeve button. Remember, high initial
cost (and we don't mean ornate mone
grams) is no substitute for conscientious,
upkeep.

As a summing up, we'd like to submit
an excerpt from a letter Lord Chester-
field, of overcoat and cigareue fame,
wrote to his son, who, as jt happened,
turned out to bea hopeles slob anyway:
"Take great care always to be dressed
like the reasonable people of your own
age їп the place where you are; whose
dress is never spoken of onc way or
another, as either to negligent or 100
much studied.” Sage advice, we think,

blew the horns that got under your
skin and into your bones and wouldn't
Tet you be? ГЇЇ tell you that, too. A
Tumdum booric named Biederbecke
and a lonely old man named Johnson
And Buddy Bolden — һе went mad in
the middle of а parade. Look
telling you, find the great
them to me. And ГЇЇ show you the
lonclicst, most miserable, beat amd
goneto-hell bastards who ever lived
But they're remembered, Deacon Jones
“They're remembered.”

Мау glared at us with those steady
eyes of his,

“Davey Green wa
said. “But the world is [ull of nice kids,
T made him а great piano — and that’s
something the world isn’t full of. He
made music that reached in and
touched you. He made music that only
Сой could hear. And it took the trou
ble out of the hearts of everybody who
heard him and everybody who will hear
him —"

His hands were fists now. The sweat
was pouring off him.

"There never was a great band" he
sid, “until this onc. Never a bunch of
musicians who could play anything un-
der the goddamn sun and play it right
amd truc. And there won't be another
fone, You were all great and I kept you
шен”

Me got to his feet, unsteadily. “OK,

all ripped now. It’s over. Гуе screwed
up every Ше in this room and made
you prisoners and cheated and li
you — ОК. Who hits me first?

Nobody moved.

"Соте on,” he sid. only not in the
soft voice, "Come оп, you chicken
hearted sonsofbitchest Let's go! E just
murdered а fine clean kid. didn't I?
What about you, Parnelli? You've bee

time, Why don't

а nice kid" he

Parnclli met his eyes for a while; then
he turned and picked up his hom and
went to the door,

Sig Shulman followed hin. One by
fone the others lelt. nobody looking hack

then they were gone and Max
Dailey and 1 were alone.

"You told me something carly to
night.” he said. “You told me you were
going to come back and kill me, What's
holding you wp?" He went over to the
bureau: opened a drawer, took out э
old 3. Me handed it to me. "Go on;
he said. “Kill me.

“1 just did,” I said, and laid the gun
down on the table where he could get
P

Max looked at me, “Blow out ol here,
Deck." he said, whispering. “Ве free."

T went outside and it was pretty cool
and 1 started walking, Bot there wasn't

any place to go.
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LET'S STEW IT (continued тот pace 50)

beans to a small saucepan. Cover with

necessary during cooking to keep beans
rom sorching. Set pan aside until
sew is done.

Melt the fa
Lamb, Sau
vid the onion, green

d bay leaf. Sauté 5
М the tomatoes, the v
together with the water
were waked, the 2 cups he

Ж

salt and 1% teaspoon pepper. Simmer

imb amd beans are tender, about

the beans which were

separately, by forcing them

through a food mill Add the mashed

ns to the pot. Add salt and pepper
1o taste,

э stew pot. Add the
ib turns brown.

тун Lm зт
"The stew which in Ireland is known
a one has never caught the fan
American steve men. Scouse is merely
i» potatoes
water and
ч. More w our
it is the following lamb stew with
ight gravy thickened with potatoes in-
sient of flour. мем pot. cook
эз dumplings
Dignify the proceedings —on 3t. Pat
vick's Day ol course—with fresh green
string beans. a crisp watercress Salad
and a tall pistachio parfait.
3 tablespoons vegetable fat
2 Ibs. chuck of lamb, cut for stewing
Y cup minced onions
2 tablespoons minced green pepper
2 cloves garlic, minced
3 tablespoons minced parsley
14 teaspoon leal sige
cups boiling wat
3 bouillon. cubes
4 medium size potatoes, pared
14 teaspoon. Worcestershire sauce
Silt, pepper
Bor can readysorbake
Melt the fat. Add the
With a Tid Saute slowly only umit
lows red color. Do mot brown
ment, A the onions, green pepper,
amb sige. Saute ¥
tes longer. Add the boiling wate
D т 1 hour.
Cnt * of the po o slices about
La inch thick. Put the sliced potatoes
and the remaining 2 whole potatoes
imo the pot. Continue simmering.
the pot covered,

wre. Remove the whole pota-
from the pot and mash them, Add
the mashed potatoes to the stew, mix
ng well. И the gravy is too thick, thin
with stock or water, Add Worcester:
shire sauce and salt and pepper to

taste. Add the biscuits to the pot. Cover
pot with the lid. Simmer over a slow
flame 12 ко 13 minutes more.
BEEF сошли

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3 medium sur on

1 green pepper,

2 lbs. chuck of beet, c

2 tablespoons paprika

2 tablespoons four

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3 tablespoons tomato paste

Woe can consomé (undiluted)

1 cup boiling water

Salt. pepper

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in the fat until the onions turn. йер
yellow. Remove the vegetables from
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BOXING 1957

is in the wind. 105 а perfume that has
healed many a sore spine (Rocky has а
troublesome disc in his back) and has
soltened pride just as fierce as Marciano's
in retiring undefeated, As for Patterson's
view of the case— well, Floyd seldom
talks unless he knows all the facts, His
whitehaired, brighreyed manager, Cus
D'Amato says: "We think about $2,000
MO and we just hold our breath.
D'Amato was always sure that Patter
could and would beat Marciano son
day. And it was D.
that foretold that Floyd would be world.
Champion four years from the time he
turned pro, It is also D'Amato's notion
that Floyd can be the greatest of all
ht champions. A win over
would help to prove this
awhile, there are other. younger
v)weights ready and exer to
uke Pauenons new title Irom him.
meavywecins
Patterson means to be a fighting cham-
pion (tax arrangements and the supply
‘of good opponents permitting) and the
two men most likely to get early shots at
him are Tommy “Hurricane” Jackson,
the hardkchinned problem child from
Long Island, and Willie Pastrano, the
everwinning dancer (rom New Orleans.
For Jackson, it will be а second try. He
lost 2 split decision to Patterson in the
bout to determine who would meet
Moore (or the tite, and afterwards com-
plained, “They was two people in there
knew what was what, me and the rel
tre But neither Jackson nor the
releree nor Patterson's handlers for that
matter, knew that Floyd went into that
fight with a broken right hand. Patter
son knew it. He apparently broke it in
training about a week before the bout
and айн mention it to anyone because
he "didn't want to miss the chance" the
Jackson match would provide. Jackson
js a tough adversary and Patterson beat
him mote decisively than a split decision
‘suggests, with just one good hand. With

(continued from page 21)

both working for him, he should put the
Hurricane away with case.

pleases every fan. He
nurs, he sets up a lightning barrage, he
runs again. He is hard to catch, and
hard to beat. Floyd has fought no onc
зо elusive, but a real champion mecis
every kind of test, Patterson has great
speed of foot himself, as well as the
power 10 numb a dancer. OL Pastrano,
Patterson might say what Louis said of
Conn: "He can гип, but be can't hide.”

In looking for a man who could even-

et," as they say in the gyms— you
have 10 probe deeper into the present
heavyweight class. And even
of the champions menle are hard 10
Mere is our idea ol how things
ч h the heavies now in action,
with their records:
Champion: Floyd Pemerson of Brooklyn,
2 bouts: 31 seins; 1 loss;

; 12 knockouts.

2. Wilke Postrone of New Orleans, La:

age 21; 50 bouts; 38 wins; 4 losses; 8
тыз; 5 knockouts.

3. Eddie Mochen of Redding, Саі age

19 bouts; 19 wins; 0 losses; 14 knock-

outs.
Я. Mereld Center of Linden, N.

е
+ bouts; 20 wins; 2 losses; 2 draws;
10 knockouts.

5. Bob Boker of Pittsburgh, Par age
30; 54 bouts; 15 wins; 8 losses; 1 draw;
19 knockouts.

Hurricane Jackson is a slapper with an
iron jaw. great stamina and no truc
punch. He could only win the cham-
pionship on a fluke, but he can serve the
heavyweight das in the timchonared
role of “policeman.” Because he is

young, because he will beat a lot of fights
ам in the next few years, the Hurricane
is well equipped to “keep order" am
the contenders, to stand between the

le and the rising challengers, to sepa-
rate the men from the boys,

OF these rising challengers, far and
away the most exciting is the young
Californian, Eddie Machen — because he
has а knockout punch in each hand, and
the speed to get it home, He was

dissecting and knock:
п, Nino Valles, 4
hard man to stop. There are some who
say that Machen is a sharper, mot
tile hitter than Patterson. But bei
сап be rated im the chmplon's cls
and Patterson would seem to have more
strength, more speed of foot, a tougher
body —he must go the rough, ри
route that Patterson has gone, beat the
best men, answer the real questions. Is
а match to dream about for the ише,
and the International Boxing Club is
dreaming busi

We abo like the rugged, steadygoing
Carter, who has cleaned up the second
Night Heavies, from Satterfield to Sum-
merlin, and had no great trouble with
Baker in January. At 5107
as tall as а top flight heavyweight sho
be today; but neither, for that matter,
was Marciano, Bob Baker, pudgy, de
sultory, brittle ol hand, dislikes fighting,
and has let his future slip behind him.
More promising are Zora Bell Folley
Jobn Holman and Wayne Bethea, and
perhaps Alex Mitell. of Argentina.

Is the man to beat Patterson among
these? Machen is an outside chance, a
dark horse. None of the rest seems to
have the stuff, But even for the youngest
champion in the history of the heavies,
the wheels of time keep turning, and
there will be new men with youth and
talent on his trail before you know it.
It happened in Dempscys day, and in
Louis’ and in Marcianos. And speaking,
ol Marciano, who knows for sure that
his day is over?

лот мелуун

When old Arch Moore fought Patter
son, all was lost to him save honor — and
the light heavyweight title, At 40 ot
more, Archie may want to salvaje what
ever glory lies in retiring, as undeteatet
light heavyweight champion, which
might mean fighting nothing but a few
morc heavyweight bouts in what lic
time is eft in а fine career. Archie says
it won't be that way. "You know 1
always make that weight
when 1 need to," h
Abo ritual" "The "old Abo ritual” is a
magic weightmaking recipe thar Moore
says he picked up from an Australian
aboriginal in bis travels; and whether
you take the story with а hatlul of salt
Gr not, theres no doubt that the old
¡am retains the curious knack of paring
ús body down to the light heavy limit, ав

he showed last year when he knocked
Yolande Pompey, the British Empire

m, bowlegged. One way or am.
her, it's almost sure that Archie will

from the boxing scene with the
pasing of another year. And, make no
stake about it, he hay adored that

ene. Moore belongs in the true line
of great light heavyweight champions of

могу: Fitsimmons, O'Brien, Dillon,
Carpentier, Berl

He came late, м
ule lett of anything but
mique,” but he left his mark in the bool

‘On the theory that the title will d
ds some time in 1957, lets have a
wk at the light heavyweight claw:
Chompien: Archie Moore of San Diego,
Calif: age 40; 157 bouts: 131 wins; 21
lowes: $ draus: 93 knockouts

Chuck Spieser of Detroit. Mich.: age
24 bouts: 19 wins; 4 losen; 1 draw;
13 hnockouts,

2 Tony Anthony of New York, М. Y
nge 20; 32 bouts; 29 win; { lowes: 23
носо,

3, Gerhard Hecht of Germany: age 33;
35 bouts; 45 wins: 7 losses; 3 draws; 22
knockouts

4. Mons Sen of Germany: age 28; 79
outs; & wins; 7 loses; & draws; 34
nacho

Hi Bermenof of Germany: age 24;
46 bouts; 33 wins; 6 losses; 7 draws; 9
Anockouts.

Harold Johnson, the Philadelphia

caunterpuncher who extended Moore in.

could lick most of the comenders
is division, But Johnson got him-
‘sell barred from boxing for a bout that
had over comedy and
drugs — and Spieser looks like the best
ot the rest ar this moment. А former
Michigan State graduate amd Oh
champion, Spieser rates

ud because Spieser has I
hetterknown men (including the well
«d German Willi Hoepner, whom
© КОЧ). Spieser can box amd hi
pretty well, but he can’t do either as well
™ a champion should.
А considerably more vital and dra
atic light heavy —and quite possibly
ihe nest champion — is ‘Tony Anthony,
the Jean, tall and youthful New Yorker,
who looks and throws his right a litle
like the famous old cokd eocking cham-
pion of the class, Jack Delaney.
We saw Anthony coldlcock an
wl young boy, Tony Johns
summer, Late in the year, he turned the
lass upside down by stillcning Gordo
Wallace, the smooth-moving Canadian,
in the fist round. There's а good chance
that Anthony and Spieser will come to
gether in 1957. Its the logical bout.
Spieser is sharp and experienced: bu
Anthony, it he can pick up the boxing
polish he needs, may get home the punch
hat will take him straight 10 the top.
Suerz, one of a fine lot of German

light heavies, though maybe a shade over-
mature, beat Randy Turpin, the former
middleweight champion, last year. Bes
manot, a younger man, and hot in 1956,
‘with 11 straight wins, may be brought to
America as part of a campaign by the
LBC and other talent scouts to find
and import gol European material for
side and TV [an

young Mormon who whi
usar Ray Roh

oti

the long, stro

champions, Gene is pot a Keichel, a

Walker, or a Greb, or the equal of Rob-
non at his best; but he is а ga

sound, competent fighter, hard to lick

full of competitive tame. It will take

и him. as well as the

мнен, ac and staying power that

Ray has lost wit
years, In short. the

ped the im
on for the tithe

М it is а rugged spirit ıo match.
Yet his manager, Мету Jemon, points
юш that Genes rocky Kiser is singularly
free of marks of battle,

“catch

© normal sears
He is harder
than he seems to be. Alwavs wad-
wide open. willing to
trade punches in any ratio, he docs a lot
of his “catching” with elbows, anns and.
shoulders. As every good fighter must, he
has improved with experience. Not а
Knockout hitter. he can hurt you any-
where, with either hand, and he moves
shoulderfeints with a rough ski

it is enough to say

с greats ol

that he was os

boxing. Undeleated as welterweight
champion, three times middleweight
champion, he was the perfect artist while

he had the speed and suppleness to
all

punch could give Sugar
weight tite a fos не, and
the тетиги bout guaram
he will almost certainly retire I

y ware We would ran
this busy division as follows:

Champion: Gene Fulmer of Weit Jordan,
Utah: nge 25: 41 bouts; 38 wins; 3 lowes,
20 knockouts

1. Sugor Rey Robinsen of New York

Y: age 36; 147 bouts: 139 wins; 5
losses; 3 draws: 90 knockouts,

2. Joey бюнде of Philadelphia, Pa.:
nge 26; SU bouts; 63 wins; 12 lowes; 5
dines; 23 knockouts

S. worth “Spider” Webb of Chicago.
TIL: age 21: 20 bouts: 19 eins; 1 loss; 12
knockout

1. Cherey Humer of France: age 29;
97 bouts: 86 wins: 7 losses: 1 draw: 43

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оре 22; 24 bouts; 23 wins; 1 loss; 12
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So deep, rough and teeming with
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ing that at least four men deserve rank
ing close behind the five top contend

Libby Royd, the young Chicagoan: and
Tiger Jones, who, in spite of a recent

loss to Humez. was called by Ray Rob.
поп a few weeks ago, "maybe the best
iddlewesght around.

Two уеш» ago, Joey Giandello was one
‘of the chosiest men in the business, Th
as you may have read, he did a bit
the can for fighting outside the ring, nor

Jassily. His road buck, in 1956, wos
slow at бим. He was outpointed twice
by Charley Cotton, strong but not out

Then Giardello caught up

ton. and knocked out (and broke
the jaw of) the brilliant Nobby Boyd.
The Boyd fight suggested that Joey may
ive recovered all his old sti, his speed
his nifty move his good jab, bis vicious
right. M so, he is the best of the con
tenders and should get an
bout. Elimination bouts amo
Giombra, Bahama, Neal Rivers and
Charley Joseph will produce other
candidates for the championship.

OF all the younger men, we like Cal

т (he is green, but gifted) and Ciam-
bra (he seems almost ready) best.

A boxer like Carmen Basilio has got
to eventually reap the consequences ol
his style of fighting, which calls for soak
ing up two punches to give one. Johnny
Saxıon’s given another chance to show if
he's the man for the job just about the
time this issue's on sale, Both Saxton

ind Vince Martinez have more natural
talent than Basilio, but they are neither
as well conditioned nor as brave, In
last September's bout with Basilio, the
brilliant Saxton mude serious mistakes

got him knocked! almost senseless
Martinez, a consummate boxer, with a
коой punch, was balled. into submission
by Tony De Marco, a slugger.

Exchanipion Tony De Мако could
vull recapture the title, but a more likely
candidate is Gaspar Ortega, who has
narrowly whipped De Marco twice. Gon:
siderable confusion reigns in this divi

infusion of new blood in

в ahead should help straighten
Meanwhile, we rank the
welterweight this way at prew time:

Champion: Comen Meo of Syracue,
М. Y.: age 29: 68 bouts: 49 wins; 12
owes; 7 draws; 23 knockouts.

1. Johnny Sexton of Lirooklyn, N. Y.

26; 61 bouts; 54 wins; 5 loses; 2

21 knockouts

2. Gasper Опере of Mexico: age 21:43
7 lowes; 15 knockouts
: age 29; 57

outs; 46 wins; 6 losses: 5 draws; 19
knockouts.

d. Tony De Marco of Boston, Mass: age
21: 83 bouts; H wins; 8 losses; 1 drow;
77 knockouts

Vince Monter of Paterson, N. J.
age 27; 56 бош; 52 wins; 4 losses:
Knockout.

Because of his rwo wins over ex-champ
De Marco and a close one over Loar
Ortega has got to be listed as the divi
sion leading dark horse, but we think
there arc stil hetier welterweights com
ing up and this should be an exciting

^

division in 1997.
There will almost certainly be a change

in the dominacion ol the lightweight
«lass soon. Joe Brown, the champion, is
30 years old, He was an unrated fighter
santi, as the climax of a series of peculiar
bouts under seni mobster management,
he won the title in a decision over I
Smith. Smith had previously wan the
crown from Jimmy Carter, who had bee
winning and losing it seemingly at the
whims of his handlers.

po bur ир, ti rad
He in the sport. And there happen to
de ivo or ue promising men Пе
here who may etentially aie it above
the level of the Brown Smith Carer avi
Jost now. Ше op men rate a follows:
henge: Jn Brown 0] New Orleans,
итше 30:80 бошу, wins М les
эфа; 27 knockout
1. Dwie t o Haly: age 27: 73 baut
6 win 1 toss 4 drm 17 жобош.
E Gata Andrade 0f Los Angeles. Calif
age 957 37 lont; 33 ml 3 шер 1
few; 16 Ancho
Ж. Rolph Duper of New Orlenm, Тат
ser 21: 74 bouis 40 wins; 9 юше; 3
dro; 11 hrochouis.
le amy Baranen of Marlborough,
Coni ate 20; 36 bouts; 33 win 3
towers 16 hnochonts
rende Zu of Cuba: age 28; 98
бош; 00 wins; 27 Moses; П domes; 6
Focus
ot the Malin, with an excellent rec
М ота the усап, deserves the ft shot
al oov. и the Tighe toned Пира
the exiting, Веза sendy
ade, all Americam, аге being
by promoter,
Че Mea of having
п champion co math
Kuropean. Вона, a M
can lake you ош with either
ved тешу 10 m
bend a

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Ameri

hand,
straight ı0 the
с class — till he was suddenly
taught one of the Facts of life by veteran

Zulueta — th
ы experies

a good left jab and a lo
t cam parale а world of
Ww power. Zulueta today is going no
where, Boardman remains a bright pos
sibility, Personally, we would recom-
mend am elimination series: Loi ws,
Dupas and Boardman vs. Andrade. the
ultimate winner to fight and remove

Brown. OL them all, I think Boardman,
with a few more lessons, is most likely to
be the man.

SS
Sandy Saddler, the ivory-colored mas
ter of every trick a
trade, is often accused
featherweight tile. Its doubtful И he
will hold it much longer, by sitting or
otherwise. He's been a pro fighter for 13
years, champion (with one imermisi
nearly nine. and he has piled u
mighty record for this day and age
has been a real artist, 100,
ж. brutal
change js in the

He

we look lor a mew featherweight ch
pion in 1957. Ihe class shapes
th

Champion: Sandy Sadiler of New York,
М. Y.: age 30; 162 bouts; 114 wins; 16
losses: 2 draws: 102 knockouts.

\. Miguel Baron u] Puerto Rico: age
24: 28 bouts; 20 wins; 6 loses; 3 knock-
‘outs

2. Cherif Homie of France: age 25; 28
bouts: 26 wins; 1 loss; 1 draw; 13 knock:
ош.

3. Poul Jargensen o] Port Arthur, Tex
age 21; 50 bouts; 45 wins; 4 lowes; 1
draw; 16 knockouts.

4. Cormelo Семе of Brooklyn,
age 22; 37 bouts; 30 wins; 3 losses: 4
draws: 3 knockouts.

5. Jean Sneyers of Belgium: age 29; 72
bows; 37 wins; 10 losses: 5 draws; 18
knockouts

Berrios, the tough, сае little Puerto
Rican, and Hamia, swilt and cherubic,
who has shown good still here as well as
abroad, seem the best of the lot. Here
again, an elimination tournament —
among Berrios, Hamia, Jorgenson, an
Costa — is in order. The winner of such
а shakedown should be about ready to
take Saddler,

santas
No getting, away from it:

Y

riding vacchorscs.
few stung little men lett here,
Mat Billy

1 have
Peacock, ol
Angeles. could beat either of the two

recognized bantam. titleholders, Mario
Agata, of Maly. a deafamute, rated as
world authorities, and
‘of Mexico, the candidate
onal Boxing Asociation, The
yweights have one of their best «һап
since the days of Villa and La
Barba in the Argentine vest pocket tiger,
Pascual Perez. The strongest threat to
Perez is the Mexican, Memo Diez And
there is an Australian, Bindi Jack, who.
y make it some day. But he will make
nothing in America unless he rides win-
ners at Belmont on the side.

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