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ENTERTAINMENT FOR MEN 


1972 + ONE DOLLAR 


PLAYBOY 


BEGINNING A SCI,FI 
THRILLER BY MICHAEL 
("ANDROMEDA STRAIN") 
CRICHTON • BRUCE JAY 
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SAVAGES, A 

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PLAYBILL AT 25, Michael Crichton is a phenomenon. He's been called a one-man writing factory, the Jules 


Verne of our time. He's also a physician (nonprac g) and a fellow of the Salk Institute (on leave). 
Crichton himself has lost track of just how many books he's written, under his own name or one of three pseudonyms 
(as “Michael Douglas" he authored with his brother the novel Dealing, which was serialized last year in PLAYBOY 
is now onsereen as а Warner Bros. release). His latest, The Terminal Man, which begins in this issue, has netted well 
over hall a million dollars even before its publication (by Alfred A. Knopf in May); it’s a Book-of-the-Month Club sele 
tion and will be a movie (with Crichton directing) for Warners. Says Crichton: "Гуе always wanted to rewrite Frank- 
enstein, and this is it—just as The Andromeda Strain was a conscious rewrite of The War of the Worlds. Y am now 
consciously rewriting Dracula and directing films [besides Terminal Man, a lorthcoming novel, Binary), but otherwise 
minding my own business. I intend to take my own lile on March 10, at 11:04 AM., iE it is not raining." That last 
sentence, we trust, was spoken in a moment ol fatigue 
brought on by a writing pace that has reached as high as 
19,000 words a day. “I'm slowing down now; if I hit 6000, 
TI stop myself.” We hope to tap at least some of that 
diminished outpouring between now and March 10, 1973. 
sh newsman who spent 806 days 


other things, this month's Himself, a wh 
about the body as а deparumentalized. bureaucracy, 
which each cellular civil servant has a persona of its own. 
The emergeni—or re-emergent—art of personal jou 
ism is exemplified herein: funkily by Ed McClanah 
Grateful Dead I Have Known and wryly by Bruce Jay 
Fricdman’s Poise as а Tie Breaker. McClan: Y 
this assignment: “The honest-to-god up-front truth is that 
I don't actually know shit from apple butter about music. 
-.. I was obliged to confess early on to Jerry Garcia that 
what I'd probably end up writing about was not so much 
the Grateful Dead as me hanging d the Grateful 
Dead. "Well, shit yes, man,’ Jerry said, genuinely surprised. 
“What else?” Thereby persuading me that the Grateful = 
Dead are a force Тог good. Which, when you get right down 
to it, is what this article is really all about.” As lor Fried- 
an's adventures in the world of competitive beauty (illu: 
ated by David Wilcox), Bruce sticks steadfastly to his 
m that he didn't make out with any of the entr: 
wish him better luck this vear; he's been invited 
Another believer in the "I was there" school of journal- 
ism is The New York Times's young (29) Los Angeles 
bureau chief, Steven V. Roberts, who gi revealing 
portrait of a colorful member of that vanishing species the 

rugged individualist in Bill Lear and His Incredible Steam MC CLANAHAN 
Machine. The breed may bz endangered, but its not yet extinct; still anothei 
notable specimen is Eric Norden's Playboy Interview subject, feisty organize 
Saul Alinsky—who's now out to help the 
John Clellon Holmes continues his travels through ope with Encounter 
in Munich, which, like his culier PLAYBOY contributions about Naples and 
Florence, will appear in his memoir Walking Away from the War—a book 
that, he says, will be published “as soon as 1 finish it.” Another contributor, 
U.S. Senator Alan Cranston, was in Germany (and in Italy and Ethiopia) 
as a foreign correspondent during the Hitler ei then, he's gone on to 
new fields and a newer dilemma: As a so-called dove, he's concerned about the 
ms race and its propensity for gobbling vast sums of money that might better BIDERBOST 
be spent elsewhere; on the other hand. as senior Senator from С amia, he 
represents а constituency that’s heavily involved in aerospace and defense. 
Cranston’s solution, a sort of scientific WPA, is outlined in Aerospaced Out. 
On the lighter side, we oller Warner Law’s heartbuming The Chef's Story 
(illustrated by William Biderbost); Peter (Joc) Boyle's Snow's Angels, a sati 
ical screenplay; Palette-able Sex, by cartoonist Erich Sokol; and Miss Ma 
Ellen Michaels, photographed by Dwight Hooker. He's the guy at bottom far 
right who looks like an extra in a spaghetti. Western. Coincidentally, that 
genre's graduate, Clint Eastwood, also appears on these pages: not in his moth- 
Caten scrape but modeling elegant sweaters. So much for stereotypes, except, of E 
se, for our stereotypically photogenic gatefold girl. We like her as she is. сох ~~ HOOKER 


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vol. 19, no. 3—march, 1972 


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THE PLAYBOY ADVISOR mU 
THE PLAYBOY FORUM 45 
PLAYBOY INTERVIEW; SAUL ALINSKY—condid conversation 59 
THE TERMINAL MAN—fiction .. MICHAEL CRICHTON 80 
GRATEFUL DEAD I HAVE KNOWN —criicle... ED MCCLANAHAN 84 
MAGNIFIQUE DOMINIQUE- pictoriol essay 87 
LET THERE BE LIGHT WHISKEYS—drink THOMAS МАКО 91 
THE VARGAS GIRL— pictorial ALBERTO VARGAS 92 
HIMSELF— fiction. н ANTHONY GREY 95 
AEROSPACED OUT— онісіе U.S. SENATOR ALAN CRANSTON 99 
PALETTE-ABLE SEX—humor. ERICH SOKOL 100 
FUNNYPHONES —modern living 107 
SUN-STRUCK — playboy's playmale of the month no 
PLAYBOY'S PARTY JOKES—humor ve 
POISE AS A TIE BREAKER—orlide. BRUCE JAY FRIEDMAN 120 


CLINT EASTWOOD: PUSHOVER FOR PULLOVERS—ottire.... ROBERT L GREEN 123 


BILL LEAR AND HIS INCREDIBLE 


STEAM MACHINE— personality STEVEN V. ROBERTS 128 

THE CHEF'S STORY —fiction WARNER LAW 131 

STEPPING LIVELY—attire ROBERT L GREEN 132 

SNOW'S ANGELS—poredy PETER BOYLE 135 

ENCOUNTER IN MUNICH—article JOHN CLEILON HOIMES 138 

“SAVAGES” —pictoriol 141 

THE RISE AND FALL OF A MEMBER OF THE FACULTY—ribold classi 149 

THE SHIRT OFF HER BACK—pictorial S 151 

ОМ THE SCENE—personoli 166 

Stepping Lively P. 132 PLAYBOY POTPOURRI een ars 174 


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TO JUPITER—AND BEYOND 

I immensely enjoyed Arthur C. Clarke's 
A Mecting with Medusa (vtaysoy, De- 
cember 1971). 1 have read Clarke's 2001: 
A Space Odyssey at least 15 times and 
get something more out of it each time 1 
reread it. Along this line, I was glad the 
Medusa story delyed deeper into the pos 
sibilities of transferring а human brain 
(or thoughts alone) into shining new 
homes of metal and plastic, which he 
toudied upon in 2007. Magnum opus, 
Clarke, and thanks again for a thoroughly 
entertaining and thought-provoking story 
LE. Miller 
Falls Church, 


Your latest Arthur C. Clarke effort was 
а very fine example of the sort of science 
fiction that requires a conscientious exten- 
of present knowledg 
iculous attention to det 
of near-future circumstances 
The act of providing this background 
material without detracting from the 
momentum of a powerful adventure 
story excited my admiration along with 
my imagination. 


as well as 


in its pres 


маһа 
“Jack of Shadows,” Zelazny's most re- 
cent sci-fi novel, was published last yeas 


Clarkes Medusa is а conceptually and 
visually striking piece of work. At once 
it is a vision of Jupiter in terms of the 
best knowledge we have about it and 
an exciting extrapolation of what we may 
find there. The departures from actual 
fact are brilliantly plausible, so much so 
that I won't be surprised if medusae are 
found in the Jovian atmosphere. For 
more than two decades, Clarke has been 
а master of science-fiction realism to the 
point where much of his work approaches 
the authenticity of rhe fictional re- 
list. except that his regional home 

ke is not 
atively; facts 
jacket, for he knows 
of the universe is [ar 


gior 
is the solar syste: 
afraid to specul 

are not his stra 
that the те 
tic realism, and 1 am grateful you publish 
him. His latest story is extraordi 
George Zebrowski, Editor 
Science Fiction Writers of 

America Bulletin 
Binghamton, New York 


Arthur C. Clarke likes to detail real 


his regalings—and 1 mean 


science 


detail. However. there are two major 
drawbacks 10 incorporating actual scien- 
tific facts into fiction. First, it overempha- 
sizes specifics and. draw 

data th 
tion wi 


Is up the second 
major drawback: that the details inter- 
fere with the story. Howard Falcon, the 
hero, was mechanistic. Perhaps he was 
supposed to be. but certainly he had no 
human warmth. Falcon sullered, I think, 
because the writer cared more about the 
р! t Jupiter than he did for him, 
Perhaps it’s just me, but 1 prefer people 
to things. and T regret the exploration 
of planets at the expense of having 
humans denatured and made secondary 
Of its kind. A Meeting with Medusa was 
quite à good yarn. But I'd like to see it 
once more—with feel 


Jack Wodhams 
Caboolturc, Austral 


A Meeting with Medusa isn't the best 
science fiction that Arthur C. Clarke has 
ever written, but it’s certainly the best 
story (of any kind) that PLAYBOY has 
published in the past year or two. The 
surprise handling of the ending both 
cred me a little, but that's pure nitpick 
ing with a story of this caliber. 1 only 
hope that it turns out to be the first 
section of a new Clarke novel, 

Gene DeWi 
Milwaukee, Wisconsin 

Science-fiction writer DeWeese will be 
pleased to know that Claie's next book, 
a factual one dealing with Jupiter and 
the onter planets, will be released this 
fall under the title “Beyond Jupiter: The 
Worlds of the Grand Tour.” 


THE UNIVERSAL PSYCHOPATH 

Man Har vs thought-provoki 
article The Coming of the Psychopath 
(eLavuoy, December 1971) prompts. ad- 
ditional probes and questions. Ре 
the death-rebirth analogy he perceives 
the psychopatlrs relation to life is also 
related to the human need for excite- 
ment and physical danger. Such experi 
ences have been inherent in human 
existence for thousands of years, though 
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personal physical threats from the envi- 
ronment. Satislaction of this need rather 
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cross section of behavioral and social 
scientists. The implications for our soci- 
ey are vast and barely imaginable. It 
may be necessary to provide large seg- 
ion with exciting 

ences during the 
nal revolution. 
Gary H. Jones 
Chico, Californi 


ments of our popula 
nd dangerous expe 


k of the figure of the psycho- 
path minus the ground of electric infor 
tion from which he springs is merely 
to classify without understanding the 
process or provenance of the psycho: 
path. Psychopathy, in my opinion, may 
have more to do with the continuing 
allegiance of some individuals to visual 
culture and its civilization than with 
ny other cause. Because visual culture 
engendered centuries of habitual imper- 
sonalism and detachment. many tradi. 
tion-oriemed people feel rebuffed and 
revolted by the new and intensely ре 
sonal demands for involvement that our 
newer culture fosters. In а word, psych 
pathic man is man in transition betw 
ancithetic modes of social order; one 
dead, the other powerless to be bor 
Since everybody is involved in both 
modes. it would be impertinent to ex- 
press ап absolute value judgment. This 
situation is not new. The same kind of 
tansition occurred in Shakespeare's 
ите, where the old, resonant medieval 
culture clashed with the now visual Ren- 
issance. Hamlet was a perfect expres- 
sion of m. ion (psychopathic 
man). Part of him was living in the new 
visual world of goals and ambitions, and. 
part of him still belonged to the acoustic 
world of medieval hierarchy and per 
sonal loyalty. He icoustic 
harmony as the very of politic 
AIL the horror and confusion 


order. 
which resulted from intruding a special- 
it visual order across an acoustic 


ground of deptl-involyeme 
ty is today being played backwards 
at high speed. Once more, at instant 
speeds, points of view and distant goals 
Меш to depth involvement and the 
need for role-playing. In our time, elec- 
tric speed has abolished visual order in 
lavor of collage and mosic The only 
bond that remains is the “resonant In 
terval” of quantum mechanies—and that 
is little for ordinary man to link with. 
Marshall McLuhan, Director 
Cenne for Culture 
and Technology 
Toronto, Ontario 
Оне of the most original thinkers of our 
dime, MeLahan has written 
ing Medio” and the forthcoming 7 
Today: The Executive as Dropout.” 


loy 


Understand. 


Take 


The Coming ol the Psychopath is un 
settling only if you happen to believe 
to artificial social соп. 


generations of psychopaths and saints, is 
a definition of mental health. Lu 
ther pscudo-psychology, social criti- 
cism and personal hang-ups, sprinkled 
liberally with real if noncontextual quotes 
from respected mind scientists, Harring- 
ton concludes that what we 
need is Super-Opiate, а drugori 
religion. In fact, Harrington would bene- 
fit more from a real trip to the outside 
world, where he could meet and hope 
fully understand what may be evolving 
s the first truly “unhooked” genera 
Lois C. Robb 
Hollywood, California 


to} 


The Wizard of Woo described in The 
Coming of the Psychopath is not so much 
a true psychopath as a victim of а schiz 
ophrenic reaction with psychopathic 
пайз, Were he a teal psychopath, the 
Wizard of Woo would not have been 
conscicnce-suicken or fake 
remorse or set it up so he would be 
caught. А real psychopath would have 
no conscience and could have defended 
himself by pointing out that the women 
insisted om his taking their money and 
that he was just а man who fell out of 
ily. Olten, the victims of thought 
ler are confused. with psychopaths: 
they сап be differentiated by their poor 
judgment and bizarre actions. L also do 
vee that a psychopath сап some 
times inspire far more devotion than the 
erage person. Those fearful of a reac: 
ad loving man ате comfortable 
psychopaths because they really 
ole as dispensers of love. 
wiouships are boring 
and annoying to psychopaths. The sense 
of power and pleasure in manipulating 

major 

1 find useful 
ton's Successful Psychopath is the 
child who can do as he pleases without 
caring. If this is the new here. as your 

nhor fears he might be. then sell- 
indulgence is the order of the day 

Ann Ruth Turkel, M.D 

inson White Lustitute 
iau y, Psychoanalysis 


shown even 


tiv 
with 


more 


ons The Coming of the 
Psychopath is ihe most disappoint 
neament of an important subject Î 
have ever seen you publish. Haring 
ton’s "hip" prose style ruined any coher 
ent analysis he may have ad 


ced, 1 


several cases, he fails to document wi 
could be important hypotheses One na 
table chim is where Harrington inti 
mates that "lesions in Hemingway's 
head" may have contributed. to that 
writer's genius. [n fact Hemingway's 
lesions of 1918 involved mostly his leg, 
Jonathan 
Cinci 


led at the way you distorted. this 
day. Your Senior Editor, David. Stevens. 
should have more consideration for a 
Biblical subject. 1 sincerely hope these 
are not his real feelings toward this spir- 
itual time of the year. In the future, leave 
Christmas alone. There is not much left 
in the world that the human race can still 
cherish, so don't 


Linda L. Stokes 
Homestead, Flo 


ROMAN KNOWS 

Your interview with film director Ro 
man Polanski (rrAYnov, December 1971) 
was most informative indeed. Though 1 
have seen only two of his films, Re- 
pulsion and. Rosemary's Baby, 1 was im- 
pressed by the stark realism of his style. 
Polanskí's megalomaniacal qualities ар 
pear quite genuine and I believe such 
traits are necessary to successful directors. 
To be able to examine and dissect con- 
cepts almost totally within one’s own 
ideals provides a unity of theory and 
action, where one can be true to oneself. 
1 am indebted to pravnoy for helping 
me understand а litle of Polanski and 


thus making his future films even mor 
appealing to me. 

George Zurawski 

Nipigon, Ontario 

I oam а 19-yearold college student 


confused about the complexities of this 
society, and how I can mesh with it and 
keep my own head in g I believe 
life raft. Your recent in 
ew with Roman Polanski was fau 
tastic, for it shows a powerful, dynamic 
personality who realizes 
what society and people are all about. 
Roman Polanski knows where he is goii 
deed fo 


ad out 
hanks for help 


Oceanside, New York 


GH-FLYING BIRDS 

hard Hooke S*E*N Comes to 
Thief Island (vLAvwoy, December 1971) 
was beautiful. As а pilot and lover ol 
ature L appreciated the characterize 
tions of the Italian kamikaze pilot, 
Wrong Way Napolitano, and die lelt 
handed Jewish jet pilot, Tiptoe Tan 
nenbaum. 


Ed Sherwood 
Canoga Park, California 


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for our smallest. That is to give it 
the kind of engineering you'd 
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Like Panalock. Automatic fine 
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We also build into all our color 
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A special kind of circuitry 
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And solid-state engineering. 
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And on our really small one. 

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PLAYBOY 


12 


а thing as Spanish Harlem, and raised in 
the Kingsbridge section of the Bronx, nos- 
gia i d word for my reacti 

Bruce Jay Friedman's New York—A 
Town Without Foreplay (rtAvsov, De- 
cember 1971), Tt was great to see some- 
one put into words the memories that 
every native New Yorker es with 
him. During my temporary journalistic 
exile in Pennsylvania, Ive. found that 
those reminiscences make g for 
local listeners, just as they once did for 
those “scrubbed Midwestern coeds. A 
subscription to New York and weekly 
reading of the Sunday Times helps. but 
only meeting а fellow native by chance 
ings back the fiercely competi 
of “King Queen,” dressing up for Sunday 
strolls on Broadway or jumping off “the 
Cut" bare-assed into the Harlem river as 
а Day Liner passed by. I guess an old 
coilege roommate from Chicago had a 
point when he said, "There's New York- 
ers and there's Americans,” but it’s still 
the only town you know you're in as 
soon as you jump into a сар at Ken- 
nedy. There must be millions like me 
round con sympa 
with that dry cleaner who needed just 
one look at Haverstraw. For all of us, 
my thanks to Bruce Jay Friedma 

Andrew L. Lluberes 

Pittsburgh, Penusyl 


the world w 


The best thing about being born in 
New York City like 1 is that it 
kes you free to call your own shots, 
like my friends from the Middle 
West who are stuck and аб 
home. I dow 
And if I knock it, no one 
shit-kicker from Terre Haute who's had 

bad time. Bruce Jay wrote it 
brilliant article and wrapped up most of 
un City in a few thousand words. But I 
think he came to the wrong conclusion. 
New York's got it ht Bener 
Chinese food than S 4 better 
knishes than Tel Aviv. Wilder women 
than P nd funnier men than Lon- 
don. The Jets and Super Joe. "The Phil- 
monic. the Met, the Staten. Island 
Ferry, brunch at the St. Moritz, Broad- 
Mabel Mercer and Nathan's. New 
York City has all that and more. And E 
still say, fuck it. 


s 


fu 


Peter Andrews 
Katonah, New Yor 
Peter Andrews last appeared їп our 
pages m October 1971 with "A. C. LU — 
Let There Be Law.” 


I shall refer your entire package, New 
York—A Town Without Foreplay and 
Murray Kempton's My Last Mugging 
(eLavnoy, December 1971), to ту Mag- 
azine Article Workshop at New York 
University and also to the audiences of 


several radio interviews I have scheduled, 
for they rep t to me good examples 


ol the "new journalism." As for substance 
h piece: Would that they were not 
to life, but, alas, they are. The 


writing is tops. 
Professor Beatrice Schapper 
New York University 
New York, New York. 


The Friedman piece starts brilliantly, 
but after the first two pages, I felt he 
names, 
guy with a lot 
of talent if he only knew how to check 
his rather c streak and soft-pedal 
the Carnal Knowledge act. At its wor 
his piece struck me as almost gralhti. 
Surely rtAvmov readers are not high 
school kids who get a charge out of 
four-letter words. No опе w 
man to write in the piddling style of 
E. B. White—but | suggest he rer 
some of Bellow. 


Albert H 

Pawling, Ne 

Playwright [novelist Halper's most re- 

cont work is Аус, Union Square,” 
а memoir of the Thirties. 


AYES OF THE BEHOLDER 

Jt is interesting to note that all but 
one of Ше photographers їп your 
pictorial Personal Visions of the Erotic 
(rLaysoy, December 1) sem to 
equate eroticism with nudity and/or sex. 
In fact, the basic premise of the feature 
is self fulfilling: We are told that the 
photographs are erotic, therelore they 
are. This is eroticism by association. 
With the exception of Art Kane, all the 
photographers portray varying degrees 
and types of se ctivity. The graphi 
intentions of these artists are excellent, 
the sense of wonder inherent in 
picture that, for mi 


Kane 
шом pioloundly 


otic. 
kes this p his comment on the 
photo, verbalizing what is apparent to 
—the artist's love of both h 
implicitly, his subject. 

D. Reid Powell 
Toronto, Ontario 


GOLD M 


E 

Often an experience as recorded is so 
complete that further comment seems un- 
necessary. Crazy Keds Cross the Ocean 
(ravmov, December 1971) by Herbert 
Gold one such experience. Both 
mood and tone, Gold's work recalls the 
energy and vitality of the great writers 
of the Beat Generation, Whether the 
scene sberg’s East Harlem 
ment or in a Paris café, there is 
memoir the same swect sound of 
ng from fore- to 
there is in the best of 
gory Corso. Perhaps 
g of the piece, 


in th 
Charl 
backgrou 
Jack К 
it’s the ewly-Fi 


or the freewheeling dialog that made 
Crazy Kids more than mere nostalgi: 
It was current, it was vibrant, it was 
funny, it had life. I couldn't ask for 
anything morc. 1 ks so much for pub- 
ШЕШ 


Ernie Моогай 
Brooklyn, New York 


THE NATIONAL PASTIME 
Early last July, E w ng а White 


when Is: believably beautiful 
blonde trying to make her w 
The Sox have had hard times in the 
keeping the attentio 
girl caused such 
10 leave the game early. I gu 
go fans. a striking blonde 
pink hotp 


she was leaving, she received a thunderous 
standing ovation. Now I receive my De- 
cember PLAYBOY and I'd bet a Sox season 
ticket that the blonde in the stands was. 
in fact, your December Playmate, Karen 
Christy. Please say its so. 
Joc Kelley 
Chicago, Ш 
Ir's so, Joo—as the shot above, snapped 
by a Chicago Daily News photographer 
at the game, will attest. 


PARODY PRAISED 
I would like to congratulate you on 


your parody of Becket's Waring for 
Godot in Playboy After Hours (тї.лүзоу, 
December 1971). As an instructor of Hi 


manities, I 


But alas, te: 


pt to teach. this play. 
Godot proves to be as 


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PLAYBOY 


14 


for him. Your mini 


frustrating as waiti 
play, Waiting for Nicholas, advoiuly cip- 
tures Beckett's style Bat 
most importantly, it is infused with the 
humor so befitting the absurd. 

R. A. Whisnant, Jr. 
Eastfield College 


and message 


Dallas, Texas 
PLAYING IT KOSHER 
Dan burg’s Shelley (rtavnoy, 


December 1971) not only reminded me 
experience I once had with a young 
1 but recalled in heartwrenching de 

the intense and contradictory fe 
ings that washed over me during my affair. 
Greenburg's writing was so evo 
1 could taste Shelley's lips, feel h 
d live again those innocent. moments. 
even зу, but 


the po 
the marvelous thing 
that he never stoops for the cheap 1 
Douglas Dodge 
Toledo. Ohio 


Having just finished reading Shelley, 
moric little tale, 1 would appre- 


"d other Jewish au- 
r Jewish protagonists 


would have th. 
Jewish girl for a change. Begin- 
ning with Herman Wouk, it has always 
been the same—the Jewish boy never does 
his thing with a Jewish girl. 

August Mortar 
New York, 2 


w York 


WORKS OF LOVE 
у yems of looking at 
I can say that по gallei 


мире 
museu 


пайса 
al: Loves Labors Cast 
er 1971). A pleasure 


your George Se 
лувоу, Deco 


Caroll Ja 
Sidne 
New Y 


SLIMMES PICKING 
Before reading A Feminist Looks at 


History (mravmov, December 1971) by 
Dr. Virginia wdent 
supporter of women’s lib. Indeed, after 


us to 


petence of our male 
ural, th to as- 
en could not do any worse 
could even do better. 
ics tells us that all those 
leaders were really women. 
»wledge, | now feel fully 
justified in becoming an ardent sexist. No 
wonder the world is so screwed up; women 
ш it all along. 
Bernie Koen 
Ош 


ore, 


have been гип 


g ^ 


London 


Dr. Virginia Slimmes stated that "many 
of Shakespeare's lines suggest a female 
hand.” If she had researched her sub- 
ject more carefully, she would have dis 


covered that Dr. Cothburn ОМ 
vanced this thesis I8 years ago 
historical novel, Dark Lady. However, 
Shakespeare's gender should be evident 
from the following passige from The 
Taming of the Shrew: “Such du 

subject owes the prince / E 
woman oweth to her husl 


| And 
when she is froward, peevish, sullen, 
sour, / And not obedient to his honest 


‚ [ What is she but a foul contend 
rebel / And graceless traitor 
ing lord? / Tam asham'd that wome 
so simple | To offer war wh 
should kneel for pe: 
supremacy, and. sway, / Wh 
bound to serve, love, and obey.” 
Lcon Morris Ed. D. 
Zangs Neuropsychi; 
D; s, Texa 


lov 


to her 


HUGHES VIEWS 
Having been an admir 
Hughes long before I able to pull 
himself back togethei his plane 
crash, D was especially absorbed by the 
excellent articles Can the Real Howard 
Hughes . . . Still Stand Up? (vLavwoy, 
December 1971), by Edwin 
and James Phelan. In the T 
was a guest-visitor to 7000 Rom: 
Suet, which housed a factory for the 
purpose of developing a steam car that 
would fire up and take off within 30 
seconds, since the time lag in the early 
ys of st 


d 


r of How 


taken out on the road, 


the improved boiler stuck up so high 
in the front that the driver could not 
see the road for about 200 feet in front of 
the car. 1 have never heard anything more 
about the Hughes Su 
he surely must have Jost a great deal, to 
Hughes it was probably а drop in the 
bucket. 


Raymond A. Grov 
Huntington Park, Calilornia 


I read with а d disbelief that a 
such as Howard Hughes сап exist 


the world today. For one man to 
possess so much pow credible. 
Even more amazing is that he has eflec 


tively ru 
seclusion 
closely asso 
the end is dia 


his empire while in complete 
And now those who ha 
ed with Hughes sense that 
ing near and they are try 
ing to suck up the blood that he has 
ed into the creation of his empire. 
heu, Eckersley—all obsessed 
g— 
man 


been 


the 


p from 


Lubomyr Yurechko: 
Ste College. Pennsylvania 


James Phelan's article about Howard 
Hughes is an irrational attempt lo put 
down the Mormons as а people, Perhaps 
it never occurred to Phelan that the work 


of Hughes's assistants might be the very 
son why Hughes's businesses still exist 
st, Phe iplies that the 
Mormons are corrupt аз а people be 
cause Hughes chose to hire some of 
them to represent him during a time 
when he evidently could no lor 
dle his own affairs. In the N 
perhaps Phelan should fill. you 
the future with othe 
pose the empire-maneuy 
Muslims and Hindu: 


Roman Darien 
Mesa, Arizon, 


STRANGERS ON A TRAI 

Vladimir Nabokov is frequently far too 
esoteric for my taste, but The Dashing Fel- 
low (vtavwoy, December 1971) doesn't 
suffer from that at all. Kostya's tre 
of the lady he picks up on a t 
ter thoughilessly seduces is, il 
ly down to 
der that many people 
through the world unconcerned about th 
bruises and scars they leave behind on the 
people they touch. 


mov 


mily € 
Kansas Ci 


mni 
y Missouri 


AUTO EROTICISM 

l wish to call to your attention a 
glaring error in Professor Zachary Ding's 
Patented Official Unabridged Condensed 
New 1972 Autocyclopedia (PLAYBOY, 
December 1971) entry regarding the so 
called Grummett Naphüiamobile. Profes- 
sor Ding and his collaborators, Brock 
Yates and Bruce McCall, unabashedly 
than unabridgedly) state that Fen- 
ummet designed the cross-friction 
engine in his prison cell. Mere. passable 
research would have shown, to the con- 
trary, that Grummett’s cellmate, Willard 
Bitters, was, in fact, the creator of thi 
phe: ‘or, Unforumately, Bir- 
ters’ prison sentence—resulting from. a 
string of arrests and convictions relating 


omenal n 


to his selling exclusive rights to a previous 
Invention (a device that converted com. 
mon cement to quicksilver) to a widow iu 


Mound, not 
ul 1917. avs alter the sella 
ing Grummett had made his infamous 
wip to. and beyond. 1 City. 1 
refer you to the brochure. published. by 
the Navarino, Tierra Del Fuego. Cl 
ber of Commerce. In the chapt 
mous Citizens of Nav X" of w 
boh Gn Biuers 
numbered. there fully chronicled 
account of the B Naph- 
thamobile—which, you may be interested 
to know, still does duty as the official 
Chamber of Commerce flo: le cach 
the world-famous Navarino 
idac Cotillion Parade 

Bob Brown, Editor 

Cay and Driver 

New York, New York 


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pally Made Tt!! This invitation 
pifies your arrival as an important 
person (or a skillful phony), You shall be 
one of the elite attending the Third An- 
niversary party of Sercw—The World's 
Greatest. Newspaper" 

Feeling our ego gently massaged, and 
further seduced by Screws promise that 
its sipin would include * 


шту 
+ CHEAP коор * OLD BEER * EGG CREAMS 
PERVERTS, FREAKS, FARE 
CELEBRITIES х YoU," we dropped in short- 
ly alter the appointed hour at Max's 
Kansas City, а New 


Movies 


+ TRANSVESTITES, 


York singles bar on 
Park Avenue South, where the decor is 
the lights so dim that 
patrons tend to pair—or even triple—oll 
redes. M 
celebrar 


so drear and 


fist the 


pretty 


ance 
m didlt 


appear to be 
Mass 
ns of touch therapy, and 


any measurable effect on 
ум 


the crowd noises sounded slightly more 
subdued thay one might find on 
swinging Friday night. Not a pervert or 
egg cream in sight, We reminded ourself 
that this was only Thursday. The beer, 
wine 
cheap food, which turned. out to be the 
chicken, 


and sangria were free: so was the 


same fried vice and red. 


had encountered. several 
evenings earlier at а bash ir 
New York's First Annual 
Festival. An X-rated menu. 

Finally, а creature. of indeterminate 


sex floated through the crowd wearing a 


bean chili we 


igarating 
ouc Fihn 


white, silk-rufiled costume with a red 
banery light in cach padded. breast, But 
an electric bosom counted for Ние 


when rumors of a nude host and hostess 


жайга down from Max's smoke-filled sec- 
ond floor. Upstairs, we found the nudes 
near the bandstand—a 
md a 


slender boy named 
stacked girl 
named Janine, who said they were pro- 
fessional actor-models hired to serve a few 
drinks and mill around. Later, when we 
and Hector on che dance 


Hector discreetly 


spotted Janine 


Hoor 
di 


just dancing. everyone looked very 


pointed 

The official ceremonies got under way 
when Serew’s executive editor, the obese 
AL Goldstein, anounced the winners of 
its “coveted Phallus Award for the best 


performances of 1971." Goldstein. gave 
himself the School of 
Award for his “multi 
1 film and stag 
is blind in both eves. 


Homer Critics 
eted criticism ol 
fare, although he 
Norman Mailer 
received, in absentia, Screw's accolade as 


Mr. Sexual Minute-Man “lor his sexual. 


cure! 


awards 
in person, Judith 
Crist, who showed up to claim her Good 
Гаме and Sound Judgment Award "lor 
reusing our free subsciption renewal 
us it check for another year 
of Neun And Serew’s publisher, Ji 
Buckley. received. а Phallus “for 
best performance by а male 


Several 


accepted their 
including film critic 


ind sendin 


the 


member itt 


his notto-beforgorten party in the film 
WAR Mysteries of the Organism.” Buck 
ley and his penis are feared. in a 


plastercasting sequence, A red-bearded. 
New York City Morals Squad. deicctive 
named Donald Gray was alo on hand 

to accept “the Knapp Commission 
Award.” According to Goldstein, Dere 
live Grav has busted. Secret four or five 
times and conceived а sneaking fondness 


for it. Gray seemed quite pleased with 
his "cock Lamp” (as Sere calls the Phal- 
lus) but prudently declined. 1 be photo- 
graphed. We wondered if he simply didn't 
want to be snapped at such a dull party 

Around midnight. additional troops 
were called in to the evening. 
May's began filling up with  transves 
tites. perverts. freaks and fake celebrities. 
Thirty or more were 
Holly Woodlawn and the Cockettes 
caused. some. consternat 
up in the ladies room. One winsome lad 
explained. that all those drop earrings 
and sequins would look like hell iu 
the men’s. 

Attention now shifted to the sidewalk. 
1500 to 2000 
рам New 
Department inspectors. 


rescue 


л drag, people like 
who 


1 by powdering 


where а crowd estimated. at 


was uying 10 
York City Fire 
The estimate came from Goldste 
looked very pleased. “Did you see Gore 
Vidal?" he asked. "We didit really ex: 
pect him, but we gave him a Late 
Comers Award—because he was the first 


ugue its way 


п, who 


celebrity interviewed by Screw who came 
Vidal 
give his cock lamp to someone che, Did 
you sce John Simon, the world's most 
hated man? That's what we call him in 
an upcoming interview. but I didit 
want to mention it tonight, since he was 
good enough ro come here.” Goldstein 
а doet puritan, admitted thar Sore 
harbors a deep urge to be accepted and 
We wished him luck and 
retired to а booth to enjoy one more 
since the dirty movies had 
been wiped out by technical. difficulties 


out of his closet. said we should 


respectable. 


free beer 


which struck us as kind of symbolic 


Every 


пе here," said a soft male voi 


е 


behind us, “is trying to meet somebody one 
the Cockenes, who all 
want to make it in bigtime showbiz. . 
Jimmy, are you having a good time?” 
Good question. The hour, alihough 
nor as late as it seemed, was nevertheless 
geting along. so we went home to think 
it all over. Next day on the telephone 
Goldstein told us that we 


step above. Like 


left тоо carly 


ch Detective Gray on the dance loor 
k who turned ont to 
be a Cockente, But Gray made no arrests 
The night, after all, was Sercw’s bust 


with а stunning ch 


To whom it may concern: The Jour 
nal of the American Medical 
recently ran an ad that read “VAMPIRE 
INFORMATION REQUIBED—lor research proj 
ect. Please send summary on any patient 
believing himself wo be a 


Association 


vampire. or 
who has compulsion to devour livin 
beings to Prof. Leonard Wolf. Dept. of 
English. San. Francisco State College. 19 
Holloway. Sam Francisco 94132," 


They must like their work: Detroit's 
Common Council has voted to terminate 
a 5150.000 Model Cities plan offering job 
training to rehabilitate prostitutes because 
in the first yc 
tered the program. 


r of operation no one had 


c 

That Grambling College has а shrewd 
football coach 
school is second 
the number of 


es without saving: The 
nly to Notre Dame in 
graduates currently playing 


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professional football. But we didn’t 
е just how shrewd he was until we 
is answer to a reporter who asked if 
ny drug problems on his team. 
Said coach Eddie Robinson: "No, I went 
to one of these drug seminars and J came 
back and told them that you use dru 
you lose your sex drive, You shoulda эссп 


how big their eyes got.” 
Rip olf —or rip our? Burglars broke into 
Tel Avivs municipal library and stole 


1000 copies of rrAvnoy 


We can hardly wait 10 get to Illinois? 
Rockome Gardens alter reading the lol 
lowing newspaper ad for this 
attraction in the heart of Amish count 
"The only motor ас Rockome Gardens 
pulls the uai. which will take you for 
a ride along the famed Kaskaskia River, 
where Indians used to camp... . Another 
femme . . . is the authentically 
furnished Amish home. You tually 
see how these people who reject modern 
clothing and motor-driven vehicles live. 
Illustrating the ad is а photo of а 
Amish house made entirely of empty 
Fresca bottles. 


m; 


Our hat is dolled and we wish good 
luck to the imaginative state-prison in 
mate in Waupun, Wisconsin, who ha 
ked a U, S. District Court to respect his 

опу beliefs as protected by the 
Amendment and transter him 10 
Wisconsin Home for Women, His suit 
points out that the Bible commands man 
10 “be fruitful and multiply and replenish 
the carth” and that under his present con 
ditions of confinement he is “unable to 
give effect to his religious stirrings to obey 
God's mandate as contained in Genesis.” 


We have it on good author 


Corset and Underwear Review. 
Med a Mr. D. Kupp to 
s subscription list 


Latest graffito Irom San Francisco reads: 
^A vasectomy means never having to say 
you're sorry.” 


Wonderful opportunity advertised. in 
the Chicago Sun-Times: “Detailed infor 
ion on all types of businesses for 
Both large and small, wi 

to you monthly for 1 
$10,000 to cover cost of handling.” 


sale. 


Just following orders: The State Em- 
ployment Security Department. in Ca- 
son City, Nevada, tells applicants. to 
show up in clothing suitable to the jobs 
for which they're applying, since many 
of the posts available are intended. for 
immediate placement. The department 
was shighth 
woman showed up properly attired for 


unnerved wh 


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Las Vegas 


her occupation. Department director Rol 
ert Archie explained. "She was normally 
hired as a nude dance 

Montreal's Sun Life Assurance Com- 
pany recently informed its policyholders 
that henceforth their letters would be 
answered by а human being instead of a 
computer. Later, the company received а 
packet of punch cards. which were fed 
» its laid-off computer for translation 
"Ehe message turned out to be a letter of 
sympathy for the machine from another 
company computer in Don Mill, Ontario. 
expressing sadness thar "Life for you may 
not be as full and rding as it is lor 
me" and inviting the lonely machine to 
become a data panch pal. 


A rather Luge sign for Gauloises ciga- 
renes spotted on a Dublin bus announced: 
COMING. ALL. THE WAY FROM FRANCE Is 
QUITE A РАС 


BOOKS 


To judge from the current birth rate 
of books about movies, any picture is 
eventually worth at least 10,000 words 
Three new entries merit consideration 


by viewers who aim 10 be cine ly 
terate. The Hollywood Musicol (McGraw- 
Hil) offers a plentifully ilust 
and fairly detailed filmography of 


important movie 
sics of the late Twenties and 


isicals, [rom the cas- 
апу T 
Funny 
Girl. Preceding the comprehensive index 
of song titles, film titles and. personali 
ties compiled by Arthur Jackson (ol 
HiFi News & Record Review) are а 
hundred pages of comment by John 
Russell Taylor, film critic for The Lon 
don Times. 
Title and 
the clear 
ionated. He succeeds. 

Editor and critic Mistair Cooke is one 
of n ters 
represented in Night 
Watchmen (McGraw-Hill), a great title and 
a worthy reprint of a collection of film 
criticism first. published in 1937. Those 
were the days, writes Cooke in an ur 
bane preface, when critics “loved the 
movies. yet did not [cel called on 10 
claim for their Iove that it was about to 
repli ion. sex, the Supreme Comt 
and interstate commerce.” Those were 
abo the days belore widespread critical 
snobbism 5. 


ties through epics as recent 


i man who has missed very 
tory with 
g opin 


glisi and American. w 
the 


Gerke ond 


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Mae West was not "a 
puritanistic degradation symbol of the 
American woman.” She was simply а 
iot. Cooke's Night Watchmen, living or 
dead (but all practicing critics at the 
ime) indude Meyer Levin, Graham 
Greene and Cecelia Ager. а lady who 

c pithily for Vogue, Harper's Bazaar 
PM, salting with 


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nd cosmetics. 


AML in most engag 
volume, filled with some surprisingly 
alive, perceptive and unpretentious те 
views of everything from Top Hat and 
King Kong to an early Mickey Mouse 
cartoon called Jungle Rhythm. 

Screening the Sexes (Holt, Rinehart & 
Winston). subtitled Homosexuality in 
the Movies. is Parker Tyler's exhaustive 
nd enlightened study of a subject sel- 
dom explored—never, well wager, by 
a critic so well informed and free of 
син. Once started, with Mya Brechin- 
ridge as an obvious point of reference, 
‘Tyler sets out to prove his assertion that 
matters, more than other 
movies become profound.” He 
as not to expose homosexual themes 


in films but. as he puts it, "to make note 
liberality as 


of the progress of mora 
reflected by the movies" In this he 
succeeds, whether discussing Zero de Con- 
duite (Jean Vigo's classic French. drama 
about a boys school), Greta Garbo’s 
performance the mannish Queen 
Christina or dozens of recent films, in 
cluding Psycho, Midnight Cowboy, Fellini 
Satyricon, The Damned, M*A*S*H and 
Trash. Never too serious to bc thor 
oughly readable, Tyler finds time to 
decay “a lapse of prolesionalism" by 
male performers. whose ineptitude at 
mulated orgasm is 
open Пу." Screening 
an «оци 


us g 
the Sexes presents 


aping as an 


t defense of sexuality as а 
source of pleasure without regard for 
male-female reproductive functions 
lortifies Tyler's central thesis 
of film historians Arthur 
Hollis Alpert im their 
FLayHoY series on Sex in 
The steady pulse beat of the s 
Intion can be centrally located in films. 

Anyone who picks up The Noive end 
Sentimental Lover (Knopl) because irs 
the new John Le Carré novel is in for а 
surprise. Le Camê has done а brave 
thing for a mystery novelist with а vast 
He has shifted gears 
and gone olf in a new direction. | 
hook is a mordant comedy about an 
extremely successful mana British 
baby-carriage manufacturer —who at the 
peak of his career also shifts gears. Cassi 
dy (one of the old. Cromwell 
tant to be confused. with 
the Irish tribe of the sime name) has a 
wei 


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al revo 


popular follow 


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issidys, 


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Bentley on the road, a lavish 
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Shamus, à freeswinging, possibly mad 


expensive 


London town house—and an 


writer, and Helen. Shamus’ w mis 
tress /chum /laundress/ you ne it. Sham. 
us and Helen educate Cassidy in the wavs 


of the world as only а pair of skillful con 
rtists can, One of their principal lessons 
is the difference between the naive lover 
(who “lives life and doesn’t imitate itj 
and the sentimental one (who imitates 


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is Cassidy? The business- 
Is him through the 
mus). the toui 
ist traps of London (with Helen). the 
London waterfront (with the two of 
them) and, finally, to Switzerland and a 
wild and aborted shotgun weddir 
hook is peppered with sly private jokes 
and there is at least one little parody of 
а scene in James Jones's The Merry 
Month of May. Although this is a comic 
novel, it raises serious questions about 
sexuality and love. there being a strong 
aura of bisexuality in the relationships 
among Cassidy, Shamus and Helen. The 
result is something not at all like The 
Spy Who Came In from the Cold, a 
brooding comedy about the deflation of 
а pompous man. 


and so is corrupt). But which is Sh. 
And 


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nd tour lea 


In Dick Gregory's Political Primer (Harper 
Row) Gregory attempts а record- 
ing broad jump from the comedi 
s stage to the professor's podium, and 
comes close enough to сат applause. In 
some the book is an exercise il 
restraint, Gregory's strong feelings on 
the country's racial, economic and soci 
incquities are expressed not in the shrill 
rhetoric of soapbox radicals but im а 
swdonic review of American political 
history from Colonial times to the pres 
ent. The format is textbooky. complete 
with i questions and “further 
but the style is strictly 
staightfaced lecture. on 
the theory and practice of American 
polities that comes closer to explaining 
the realities of U.S. society and gov- 
ernment than any public school te 
Throughout his course, Gregory sticks 
close 10 the facts. often supporting them 
with charts and cs but he sales 
them lightly with irreverent interpret 
tion. Unlike too many other social ari 
ics, Gregory has done his homework and 
therefore employ an informed 
nd of caustic commentary instead of 
shot m or irresponsible de 
nunciation, And at the same time that he 
criticizes, he reminds the reader ıl 
s problems derive not only from 
past errors but from the failure to recog 
nize them as such, and the selfish refusal 
to rectify them onee they're recognized. 
Therein lies the thrust of Professor 
пуз heavy lecture: History should 
teachi not a 


ways, 


tod: 


g devi 


guide for 


repeating old mistake: 
The Mod London heroine 
Meacock’s Thin id) is still 
virgin at 27. Lindy-Loo has been a Le 


bian and is given to attending lefti 
demonstrations and keeping а notebook 


like her idol, Simone Weil. Then Lindy- 
Loo makes a belated—but vivid —entry 
into the world of heterosexuality. Her 
studs tend. to be duds; she mar 
weak man of her choice, а quoter of Wit 


genstein, and they live miserably ever 


after. He weighs her down with a child, 


goes off and has affairs and neglects her 
sexual need: don't expect it seven 
nights a week, When it dropped to once 
in two nights, once in three I didn't 
пе complains. “But once in 
A woman needs id” Оп another 
he growls at her: "Go back 
can't "Em thi 


she weplies. "Thinking? Thinking?" he 
thunders. "Women think with the 
cunts" Which explains the title. But 


the sum total of this novel is difficult to 
assay. There are funny lines ("As an avid 
reader of 20h Century literature, his 
sexual goal was to satisfy his partner"). 
ne sentences ("The joy of our meetings 
L spilled over into the waste between 
them"), piquant observations (“Excess of 
tit is as bad as no tit at all”) and raunchy 
advice (“A woman's got two holes. If 
you can’t fuck one, fuck the other”). 
Author Meacock seems to be issui 
tract in favor of both women's liberation 
and tion. Unfortunately, for 
1 her prose and porn powers, after а 
promising start and some rousing foreplay, 
Thinking Girl files toward a limp finish. 


anal d 


The ultimatum presented to man by 
man with the invention of the atom 
bomb was: “Evolve beyond your aggres- 
sive habits or perish.” So writes Robert 


S. de Ropp in The New Prometheans (Deli 
corte 


Seymour Lawrence), а popularized 
of how we have arrived at a point 
с capable of cither ending the 
ely or of fulfilling the prophe- 
^ New World and 1981. lu is 
De Ropp's unremarkable thesis that there 
have always been among us a few dar- 
ng Prometheans, scientists who wrest 
new powers by which man can incre 
his knowledge and control of the forces 
that shape him. Prometheus, alas, had а 


stupid, grasping brother, Epimetheus, who 
misused knowledge to bring ruin on man- 
kind. All of history, as viewed by De 


Ropp, із a struggle between Prometheaus 
Epimetheans—elements of bath often 
me scientist. Much of his 
book is a skimming account of Prome- 
ШКА үст ihe RT ERROR 
“the health bringers.” "the food bringers,” 
"the code breakers” and “the mind re 
ers” ИУ а crash survey course rangi 
from. Democritus 10 Oppen 
l to present-day т 
searchers оп the virus theory of 
For those who like to get thei 
knowledge in the manner of “the heart of 
the concerto” approach to classical music, 
this part of the book will be useful. TI 
writer is skillful at simplifying compli- 
cated processes—oversimplilying, some 
would sty. It is when De Ropp becomes 
judgmental rather than descriptive that 
onc wonders about the quality of his 


am. from Pastcu 


neer. 


scientific 


thinking. Lunar exploration, for example 
is dismissed as "40 billion dollars for a 
box of rocks and a moon flag." Karl Mars 
assailed because he spread the concept 
of class war. (Without Marx, there would 
have been uo class war?) As for De Ropp's 
prescriptions for the future, he is con 
vinced that we have to transcend pes 
simism and conce е on correct 
“those errors in evolution which have 
made us а menace rather than an asset 
to spaceship Earth.” And that means 
specifically the correction of errors in 
man’s nervous system thar make him 
prey to destructive primitive urges. 
Whoever can do that, without narcotiz- 
ing us or turning us into extensions of 
machines, will he, according to De Ropp. 
the greatest Promethean of all 


The vogue of the contemporary non- 
fiction novel was launched by John Her- 
sey, not Truman Capote. In. Hiroshima, 
he dramatically recreated an Our Town 
on which the first A-bomb fell. In The 
Wall, he issued a requiem, or Kaddish, 


for the victims of the battle of the 
Warsaw ghetto, And now, im The Con- 
spiracy (Knopf). his first novel in five 


fictio 
k to 
acts 


years, he casts his 
eye all the way 
mpire and reen: 
plot to overthrow the tyrant Nero. Her 
жуз N poet manqué who has 
become more interested in revels than 
a rebels. The rebels themselves arc 
mostly literary men, given more 10 re 
flection than to action. “What should a 
writer do." they ask themselves, "when 
he witnesses horrors 2” Re 
plies their spiritual. exemplar, the stoic 
Seneca, “The responsibility of a writer is 
10 avoid frenzy.” The result is that Her- 
sey’s plot, like theirs. Licks life and pace, 
Nor does the device he chooses t0 use- 

relating his story though alleged docu- 
ments amd levers that bog down in 
didactic discussions—help matters. In 
only when lic 
gling description of two 
bloodeurdling suicides, docs the book it- 
self finally come to life. But, alas, too late: 
А reader who may have come to praise 
Hersey has already buried his interest in 
this listless account of a conspiracy 


ly moralistic 
the Roman 
unsuccessful 


an 


nis a 


nd atroi 


decd. 


ment, a t 


In and Language: Defense of 
Poetry (Random House), Paul Good- 
man explores the ways in which 


commun th one another thro 
language. Goodman takes specific issue 
with those cultural anthropologists and 
other. scholars of linguistics who usually 
treat human communication as far more 
mechanical diam it i. His own preler- 
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animal, spontaneous, artistic and populist 
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notion that writing is anachronistically 
emphasizing that. writing сап 
“contrapuntal voices, like а sy 
tem of metaphor, systematic irony, alle- 
gory, subordination of clauses in the 
mework of an independent clause.” 
In sum, after all these years of pract 
cally nonstop writing. Goodman is still 
hooked ôn Lnguage—its infinite possibil 
ties and. permutations and its marvelous 
unpredictability. 


Elia Kazın is evidently trying to be 
relevant as all get out in his new novel, 
The Assassins (Stein & Day). Its sett 
is the contemporary American Southwest. 
the handsdown choice along TV row 
this season as the hippest real estate 
in the country. It deals with a career Air 
Force sergeant’s confrontation. with a 
hand of hippies and his subsequent trial 
for murder. There are good hippies in 
the book, and bad ones, too (also good 
and bad Air Force men) There are 
demonstrations in the streets, shyster 
lawyers, unethical undertakers, wily 
right-wingers who enjoy slaughtering 
wild animals, sinister Federal agent 
motorcycle gangs, freaked-out drug par- 


ties, and more. And the theme? Wall, i 
seems ме аге all assassins in one way or 
another. Master Sergeant Flores guns 
down Vinnie, a sometime drug pusher 


and head of a "family" out on the 
desert, who Flores thinks has seduced 
his daughter. So Flores is an assassin. 


But he was egged on to murder by hi 
nanding officer, so the officer is 
100 


The police are assassins 
t Freddie, a friend 
into а murder attempt оп 
kids are assasinating onc 


because they lurc 
of Vinnie's, 


i drugs, and straight society 
g everybody through its 


hypocritical attitudes. What's more, 
there is no end to it, for as one of the 
novel's deeper thinkers says, "It takes 


brings us to Michael, the novel's cent 


character. When he sets ont to right the 
wrongs done to Vinnie, he is as pure 


ader chock-full 

ma. By the time the tale is fin- 
ished, of course, he has become а hop- 
head fugitive on the run. Yep, another 


d. аига 


ssin. Kazan's writing style is didac 
tic, with little art or suspense, and the 
avisome novel, curiously 


lack та when you consider the 

mount of violence it contains, crammed 
with simpleminded cynicism and gar- 
nished with most of the popu 
problems of our day. 

When OA! Сакина! opened in 
1969. it broke the last barriers to erotica 
onstage and gave rise to speculation 
that wardrobe mistresses would soon 
become victims of progress И also 
catapulted 40-year-old Hillard Elkins, 

né actor, to the rank of super- 
producer, Christopher Davis was at Hilly's 
ide from the opening ol Сасина" 
until the opening а year and а half later 
of The Rothschilds, another Elkins prop- 
erty. The result of Davis Boswellian 
labors is The Producer (Harper & Row). 

account of 

ness rather than as art 
watch other people fucking onstage” 
is Elkins’ simple explanation for the 
long r Oh! Calcutta! Most critics 
wer npressed with its sketches. by 
nging from ex-Beatle John 

to Nobel Prize winner Samuel 


busi 
“People want to 


a candid theater 


ur 
writers т 
Lennon 
Beckett, but the public has flocked to the 


show and there 
ductions in Eng! 
land. 
spirited retinue: British actress Claire 
Bloom, who, during the тип of Caleut- 
taf, became his fourth wile (^I provide 
the crass and she provides the € 
Sammy Davis Jr, who played the lead i 
Hillys Golden Boy, on the nights he 
showed up: and Arlo Guthrie. who puz- 
aled the film establishment with his off- 
hand manner during a ballyhoo tour lor 
Alice's Restaurant, an Elkins movie, The 
Producer is а gossipy, engaging portrait 
of a Brooklyn boy who became a dynam- 
ic figure in the American theater. In the 
section dealing with the ho-hum crises of 
The Rothschilds, it lags. But then, Oh! 
Calcutta! is а tough act to follow. 


were subsequent pr 


id. France and Hol- 


Hilly lived it up and so did his 


Tris Murdoch has just turned. out her 
Mul novel. An Accidental Мол (Viking). 
ad the people who are 
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stop going to the movies fo 
This book has real characters wi 
а brilliant, suspe 
g episodes, sudden, character- 
revealing switches and a succession. of 
dramatic climaxes tat are there. not 
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nd his pretty. down- 
Gracie, are set in the 
of a story that explores the upper 
id lower strata of London society with 
compassion. wit and philosophic pro- 
fundity. Ludwig has to decide whether 


to give up his country for a post at 


return home to face jail lor 
How can men be good 
nd their instincts, 


Oxford or 
draft 
true to themselves 


evasion 


a world that seems to have gone fundi- 
ally awry? This is the question to 
which Miss Murdoth has addressed her 
self in this fast-moving, expertly written 
and deeply moving book, Although her 
pessimistic answer 10 thar question—so 
glumly personified by perhaps the most 
pitiful character in modem fiction, a 
fellow ed Ausin Gibson Grey—is 
hardly definitive, the imaginative fiction 
that has resulted from her brood 
full-bodied and wonderfully sa 

Joining the Navy to free (if not to 
see) the world, crewmen aboard the 
U.S, S. Vance found themselves trapped 


ags ds 


isfying 


in a bizarre universe. For 99 days on 
duty off the coast of Vietnam, their 
captain, Marcus Aurelius Armbheiter, me- 


ihodically drove them to the’ brink of 
madness. One sailor went over the edge 
Another came within an ace of blowing 
out the captain's brains. Several officers 
and men required. hospitalization. For 
everyone, life aboard the reconveried 
destroyer escort was a series of relentless. 
ingenious torments that ranged from the 
u to the suicidal (the crew was 
commanded to sail into a restricted area 
even if it meant getting between апо 
er ships guns and its target). In The 
Arrheiter Айай (Random House). New 
‘ork Times reporter Neil She 
the whole incredible but true story with 
the pace of a playwright. The slow accu 
mutation of detail reaches а peak of i 


tensity, followed by тема “у 
at the hands of revi 
bution for the Quceg. 
On the Vance, 

“Ir is îd Voltaire. "to write 
about money than to obtain it"—which 
neatly accounts for the ceaseless flow of 
books by nommillionaires about the 


stock market. Two new entries, thou 
1 in style and substance, are 
intended as guides for the prudent 
investor. The more nil, per 
haps, more usetul—is Confessions of o Stock- 
broker (Little, Brown). whose author, the 
manager of a major branch office [or 
а brokerage firm, uses the pseudonym 
Brutus, With cynical humor and blunt 
frankness, Brutus shows us how his stall, 
customers and. his friends weathered 
from June to December 


terest 


the 
of 1970. when stock prices moved throu 


year 


the Gres 
y . Brutus cai 
ries on an umnbullish bull session w 
himself and his cast of characters, This 
cross between the Wall Street Follies and 
Psychopathia  Finuncialis ges to be 
flecked with practical trading advice 
when to buy and se ad stocks, how to 
make money by trading within narrow 
price ranges, why being ‚ sell 
ing short, putting in bid prices under the 
market, fooling with stoploss orde 


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self-defeating. And when Brutus charac- 
terizes his customers—the Sexy Widow, 
the Determined Bear, the Show-off—it's to 
Jaugh all the way to the poorhousc. Rogues 
to Riches (Putnam), by Murray Teigh 
Bloom. has to do with the 
legal and legal-butshouldi 


pulate 
An indefatigable researcher 
n who is evidently able to win 
confidence of any rogue around, 
tely fallen in love 
L The result 


the 
Bloom has unfortuna 


h his own mate 
unfocused book. ranging from cleme 
explanations of how floor broki 
to evaluations of market research (к 
dict: They're useless) to narratives of 
complex. she 
beat market ch ly, Bloom 
come to much the same con- 
that the average investor is а 
nd, as Voltaire knew, that there 


is an 


schnook 
аге only two rules to the money game— 


be greedy and be lucky 


W m Golding, celebrated author of 
Lord of the Flies, is а iantaliz 
ing writer. One day he can knock out a 
near masterpiece and the next he tur 
out something awkwardly written 
unnecessirily complex. His latest book 
The Scorpion God (Harcourt Brace Jo 
vanovich), contains three short novels 
that exhibit both aspects of Gokling's 
ents. The first two Imost unread. 
able, limping along from page to page 
through thickets of "poetic" prose mid 
supposedly offering а darkly essential 
message about the springs of p 
human conduct, but never quite fusing 


the imagery of the story with the “pro 
fundity" of his insights. All is almost 
forgiven, however, because of the lust 


story, Envoy Extraordinary, a sophisticat- 
ed farce—set in the declining. ус 
the Roman Emp 
and technology as its chief sat 
gets, yet so 

pertinent and amusing things about his 
tory, the motor forces of civilizat 


chow also 


plot has to do with а Greck inventor 
who offers а steam-driven boat to the 
emperor, who is n 


By 
g has brought off 
near m which sounds like a 
smooth collaboration among the likes of 
S. J. Perelman, Evelyn Waugh and Rol 
ert Graves—if one could imagine all 
t bristling talent in one 100m, much 
less in one story. 


ardry, Gol 


terpicce, 


Also noteworthy: Three engaging col- 
umnists have new books out; they strike 
ferent notes, but cach is in tunc. 
Milton Mayer's If Men Were Angels (Athe- 
neum) consists of four essays on subjects 
g from Мах to Freud to genetic 


yan, 


engineering. Poor Russell's Almanac (Dou- 
bleday) covers the year 1972 from the 
viewpoint of Russell Baker—who sets off 
on January first with the observation, 
“This is a day of headache for many.” 
And Second Sight (Simon & Schuster) is a 
collection of Richard Schickel’s movie re- 
views from the mid-Sixties. An abundance 
of entertaining and stimulating reading. 


MOVIES 


“We want to take the erotic film out 
of the hands of the smut peddlers and 
e it some class.” 
beginning words of the First 
New York Erotic Film Festival's codir 
tor, Ken Gaul, rew editor who 
teamed up with Roger Sichel, forme 
ly of Grove Press, to pres 
pornography in а cultu 
moved from the usual h 
little men carrying. briefcases 
coats. The fist annual porno; 
cometogether encountered so n 
stacles. however, that observers were left 
wondering whether there would be a 
second. 

The ambition six-week 
scheduled to run concurrently 
Manhattan theaters, was shortened to 
four only two theaters 
g on to the end. There were fou 
police busts, which left Саш and Sichel 
facing court action on charges of “pro- 

g obscenity.” Four full-length. Ge 
man films never arrived at all and one 
major feature (Dominic  Sicilia’s Hot 
Parts, with underground star Ultra. Vio- 
let) was discreetly pulled ош by its 
producer, who reportedly f 
able publicir 

Consistent with the со 
opera aspects, the panel of judges—which 
originally included Gore Vidal, Andy 
Warhol Sylvia Miles, Karen Sperling, 
erotic artist Betty Dodson (see On the 
Scene, page 100) and Czech film maker 


al setting re 


unts of [M 
а 


progi 


т- 


Milos Fo n—withered. away when its 
members learned (hat th i 
else, would have to traipse from th 


ng programs subject to 
ge Without notice, often missing the 
objects of their desire. Miss Sperling took 
a trip (a straight one, no drugs). Warhol 
ed to appear anywhere as promised. 
The others presumably did their best, 
then mailed in ballots, which were tallied 
along with the results of an audience 
poll (3500 strong). Best feature in the 
lestival was judged to Hot Circuit, 
the saga of an air-conditioner salesman 
who makes frequent connections. In 
other categories, San Francisco Blue 
(best document 1 of 
sexcerpts from vii п) and Orange 
(best short under five minutes in length, 
Karen Johnson's genuinely em 
epic of a girl peeling and biting 


orange) were established aw. 
from other festivals. 

The quality of the 50-odd films in 
competition was probably irrelevant and 
generally scemed not a great deal better 
—and certainly no worse—than many of 
the flicks being screened at the same time 
in a score of side-street skin houses. which 
the New York fuzz quietly ignored 
Aesthetic ide, then, the police 
busts were ily an attempt by the 
local establishment to keep erotica where 
belongs. 


d winners 


a reasonably 
sh attendee 
must wonder whether the issues 
are worth serious debate—on any grounds 
other than the legality of censorship. 
The m newish Manhattan theaters 
that drew police summonses were seldom 
full, or half full, though they did attract 
а youngish crowd—couples on dates, cuj 
ous students and swi singles who 
would arily be found in the 
popcorn. in the West 


loyal 
t the d 


eral seats, or even several rows, а 
which is one way of telling your 


ighbor 
to keep eyes front and hands off. There 


w 


no sense of danger or daring, however 
—just fuck movies, suck mate couples, 
ий». g 1, boy- bor sul 


g bangs, boy4 


girl, girlwith-dog, man.with-gout. Sure, it 
must be fun for those who consider sex 
spectator sport, but there is a sameness 


to the subject that raises questions as 10 
whether the cause of sexual liberation 
would reilly be served by getting hard 
core pornography into, say, Radio City 
Music Hall. 

But to cach his own, we say. Down with 
censorship, by nd down with 
the snobbish pretense that what porn: 
phers need is luxury housing so they c 
get a better class of clientele. If it works 
for you, take a brielcase and т 
your friendly псів 
and let freedom Tin ТА 


The spontaneity and spirit of 


sation that established writer 

John Cassavetes as a uniquely creative 
filn begin to look like tired 
mannerisms in Minnie ond Moskowitz, For 
his сапу works—Shadows, Faces and 


Husbands—Cassavetes evolved a kind of 
style by exploring his character? heads 
with undisciplined but passionate. con 
viction. Here, everyone sounds real and 
м as ever, but the discoveries they 
bout themselves seem rigged to 
fit the accepted vetes format. The 
film's tenuous story concerns a lonely, 
beautiful career girl (played by Gena 
Rowlands, queen of the Cassavetes stock 
company and the wife of its founder) 
who finally settles for marriage to a 
loudmouthed hippie drifter (Seymour 


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Cassel). This long-haired dude isn’t much 
of a catdi—he works off 
parking lot attendant and 
harassing scenes in public 
finds him superior to the other square 


mi her life. Inthe r 
such an unlikely alliance might for 
а night, or a long, lost weekend at 

resort. Cassavetes pretends 


ise, and—consistent with the Hus- 
bands view of American males ау per- 

1 juveniles—he continues to locus 
characters whow solution to 
starts with fist fights and 
hollering. But the neo-realism seems out 
of sync with this frail romantic fable. 
After a while, the rambling monologs 
assume a sameness, and we are no longe 
confronting reality but something akin 
10 а classroom exercise for Method ас 
tors. Though he brings off several bril- 
lant bits. Cassel (the hippie stud of 
Faces) often becomes merely strident 
where the script requires behave 
like an irresistibly charming primitive 
Minnie and Moskowitz also stirs doubt 
that an L.A, career 
ıssels would be so h: 
tions that she has to divide her time 
between disastrous blind dates, going to 
Bogart re ith an elderly lady 
chum and taking abuse from a married 
man, played by Cassavetes himself, who 
ppcars without credit. He is not at 
his best. 


The first good news about The Boy 
Friend is Twiggy, that Cockney sliver of a 
girl who drove other models back to 
their diet pills а lew years ago. Mak 
her heralded film debut as stir of dirce 
torproducer Ken Russell's sumptuous 
valentine of 1001 backstage movie musi- 

s. Twiggy acts with naive sincerity, 
sa litle, tipdances her heart out 
and proves so sweetly eager to ple: 
both as Twiggy herself and as the fii 
ened understudy: she portrays, muddling 
through her one Big Chance in 
busines—that even her rism be- 
comes a h credit ac 
crues, of cours, to Russell, 
own foundered 
Women in Love (which wi 
his strident Tchaikovsky 
which was followed by the 
teria ol The Devil). In 
Friend. based freely on 
engagingly unpretentiou 
Fwenties musicals. Russell 


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divector 


whose career has since 
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aphy. 
esthetic hys 
The Boy 
ady Wilson's 
parody ol 


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biog 


board as uwal, but rarely mises a 
stroke. То parody a parody sounds next 
to impossible. yet the gamble pays off 


‘Twiggy, а spindly 
glasses. hard at it as an assistant stage 
man i a tacky English rep com 
pany that’s performing The Boy Friend 
tonight. The troupes leading lady (an 
uncredited bit role played. with ma 
velous comic flair by Glenda Jackson. 
of alb people) breaks her ankle, and 


creature in 


Twiggy/Polly must go on in her place. 
She takes off her steel-rimmed specs, be- 
comes beautiful. flirts with stardom and 
falls in love with her leading man be- 
tween scenes, At that point, Russell 
lurches into a show-within-a-show-within- 
show, upting the performance on- 


flashback f; sies of dream 
ng which the curtains open 


to reveal a world at least double the size 
of Disneyland. There are Busby Berkeley 
numbers, Hag-waving numbers, Fred As- 
tire and Ginger Rogers numbers, and 
Ray Bolger numbers done by a gangly 
hoofer who actually calls himself Tom- 
my Tune. He's got to be kidding. But so 
is everybody else. 


New York. New York. also provides 
the setting and shapes the sensibility of 
Made for Each Other, а comedy written 

h а Brooklyn-Dronx. accent 
formed the same way by Renee Taylor 
and Joseph Bologna, the husband-and- 
wife team whose script for Lovers and 
Other Strangers snagged an Oscar. nomi- 
nation last year. Though seldom so 
blithe an entertainment as Lovers, the 
Bolognas’ new effort is often broadly 
funny and wickedly booby-trapped with 
the sting of biter truth, There are per 
haps а few too many casy gags about 
group therapy—hardly the freshest topic 
from which to launch a comed nd 
Gilling the group "an emergeney er 
counter session" doesn't really freshen 
the subject. Anyhow. that's where th 
meet ill-matched. couple who descr 
themselves in psychoanalytical jargon as 
"two self-destructives confronting the life 
force." Miss Taylor plays Pandora 


al 1 insatiable 
perie for failure. accentuated by 
determir to become а famous 


tress despite the fact that she hasn't 


shred of talent. Bologna plays a horny 
schnook named Giggy Pinimba—an am- 
bulitory guilt complex. habitual student 
(majoring in black studies) and despoiler 
of women, As performers, both Bolognas 


are expert in the kind of semi 
cabaret satire they commit to paper 
Made Jor Each Other 
mum please n 
of middleclass subi 


mpy 
and 
ght bring maxi 
ight-club. audience 
n married. couples 


о 


who roll in the aisles over inlaw jokes 
On film. even the surefire lauglis come 
through as abrasive and obvious. But 


come they du. by the dozen, So what can 
we tell ya? Subtle it's not. 


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An expert on maximum v, 
ed ао burghrproof the vaults of a 
ge Germ: k in Hamburg. meets 
a kookie callgirl whose Johns sometimes 
stash their ill-gotten gains in safedeposit 
boxes. From that convenient setup. $ 
unrecly a plot as cryptic as its title, and 
writer-director Richad Brooks keeps it 
unrecling at such a slick professional 
pace that moviegoers may forget having 


nb 


seen scads of similar play-by-play com- 
edies about the mechanics of a big heist. 
Because the location is Hamburg. per- 
sour Kraut Gert Frobe naturally 
plays the bank director with a yen for a 
bit of hanky-panky after office hours 
Robert Webber is pretty funn 
shady Americ 
he hasn't even t 


у, (00, аза 
п lawyer beset by fetishes 


1. But $ derives most 
of its engaging freshness from the un- 
likely teaming of Warren Beatty and 
Goldie Hawn. Beatty. who has begun to 
tailor his cool contemporary rhythm 
into an individual comic style. trips 
lightly through his role as the security 
man and keeps one arched cycbrow in 
а perman оп Goldie—playing 
Goldie, of course, though she calls hersell 
Dawn Divine—the kind of accomplice 
who just hopes she will get through the 
caper wi g up. For seekers 
after е $ delivers full value 


у а moment of it that 
lm buff would cherish, but the movie 
made [rom The Gang That Couldn't Shoot 
Straight preserves the crudely comical 
flavor of Jimmy Breslin's novel about 


life in the Mafia, and also turns out to 
be impudent Americana in the broad 
burlesque tradition of а Tom è Jery 


"toon. As adapted by scenarist Waldo 
Salt, the plot quickly 
and at one point, turns in despei 
to the old. silentmovie device of story 
tides between — scenes—but director 
James Goldstone keeps his сам tumbl 
over one another to flesh out a g: 
of New York caricatures that arc 
tract а ket line fom 
Ameri Delamation Leag 
might object. for instance. to Jo V 
Flect’s outrageous hamming as а lethal 
old Sicilian crone who tells her son, the 
upstart Brooklyn. mafioso, to “get olla 
you ам” liquidate his rival. Broad. 
ways Jerry Orbach) plays the upand 
coming mobster, Kid Sally. as an indolent 
meatball whose contracted assassins keep 
geting 
uy 


Us apart— 


Mery 


ron and blown up when 
to knock off the underworld 
boss ol Brooklyn (Holywood baddic 
Lionel Sunder. back where he belongs 
r making films abroad). I анас 
fails to offend. anyon 
is эше to settle on Robert De 
Niro. an amiably handsome recruit from 
the New York movie scene, who cou- 
tributes а хоско performance as Mario- 

Italian bicycle rider with a pencham 
for petty theft and a yen for Kid Sally's 
sister. In this kind of movie. romance 
usually poses а problem. but De Niro 
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avor of 
for 


The 
which 
pictur 
dead, 


з ing dimax of Straw Dogs, 
takes up nearly a third of the 
length and leaves six people 
con serve as а textbook study of 
how to phow ph and cdit scenes of 
сисе to induce extreme hypertension. 
For that alone, director and. coscenarist 
Sam Peckinpah (who performed. ident 

functions for The Wild Bunch) can 
wiking achievement. He is a 
supremely professional director of action 
sequences, among the best anywhere. and 
Suaw Dogs (he tile derived from an 
m of the Cl 
tau) succeeds in its 
one helluva jolt 

has developed. avou 


арі 


iex philosopher 1 
im of licnees 
The c 


al cult id 
d Peckinpah’s work 
I doubtless interpret the picture as an 
imp statement on the pathology of 
violence, but such tramped-up theories 
do him a disservice, Peckinpah is w 


he is; neither a deep thinker non 
M 

perceptive writer, His approach to the 

subtler twists of character is always o 


vious and sometimes corny. Shaw Dogs 
would probably be more convincing, as 
тапет of fact, if set in the rugged 
Western milieu that Peckinpah knows so 


. Instead. he has Dustin Hollman 
ist—not. altogether. credibly—as а quit 
young American scientist. living with his 
wife (Susan a tawny 


lease) near а Corn- 


ge in her n 


wall, Some village. Except for the con- 
accents, 


costumes, cus and 
ws of hostility su 
imminent shoot-out in Dodge Ci 
rellective man discovers. his 
nas, and acts upon them, 
the core of the tle—which erupts 
when several horny, insolent louts re 
port for chores at the scientists fa 
and start imagining ways to have a go 
his wife. The wife seems а ready enough 
didaic for rape and even di 
husband's manhood prior to thc 
final ogy of maiming. bludgeoning and 
mhire that brings Straw Dogs to а 
finish. The motivations of all 
d are fairly arbitrary and serve 
mainly to tighten Peckinpah's: trigger 
Those who cin stick it out to the 
finale will witness some of the grandest 
Gui m. 


nol ever perpetrated on fi 


The one really hi Jus scene in Such 
Good Friends | James Coco. (The 
Last of the Red Hot Lovers, in Neil 
Simon's Broadway h а rather ine 
petent New York doctor who has 
comfort a patient over the telephone while 
Dyan Cannon is efficiently pulling his 
clothes olf. Coco makes quite а show of 
the portly doctor's ellorts 10 keep up his 
practice and let down his pants without 
revealing that he's laced into a girdle. 
Other than that, director-producer Otto 
Preminger’ comedy (Ireely adapted 


from the novel by Lois Gould) is Ja 
with innuendo, nudity and four-letter 
words. but seems to lack a sense of humor. 
‘The Preminger touch falls like а sandbag 
onto this tale of а sleek young minon 
(Dyan) who learns while her husband 
(Laurence Luckinbill) is dying in the hos- 
plications following mino 

that he has been a prod 
dultcrer. Confused. she poses ni 
photographer friend (Ken Howard) who 

turns out to be impotent, makes love to 
her husband’s harried doctor and discusses 
her dilemma with many low-comic medi- 
cil consultants and unappetizing friends. 
In an awkward deathbed sequence that 
seems meant to be funny, she exhorts 


her unconscious spouse (o recov 
We'll go to Masters 
Johnson and fuck our way to m 


health acking doubtlil jokes 
death's door is possible as а subject for 
comedy, but not wih Preminger—w 
places his actors. into symmetric com- 
positions oncamera, but shows little indi 
ation to help them find any believable 

an truth in thei 


roles. 


hu 


y. the man who seemed 
James Bomd—aánd little 
k, and Dicmonds Are Forever 
m doing the Jan Fleming 
with the requisite number of girls 
gadgets, The mech mnicks 


Sean Conn 
born to pla 


in- 


chude an orbiting satellite encrusted 
with millions of dollars’ worth of stolen 
diamonds, not to mention im offshore 

l rig in the Pacific Ocean. secret head- 


for an international 
cy. Ш memory serves. t 
е cmnected 10 a Ta 
ne intends to destroy 
ton, D. C., but don't worry abo 


quarters 


Washin: 


Conn ws qo service а host 
of beddable beauties: Jill St. John, 

med with a closciful of wigs and color 
matched scanties. plays the number-one 
girl, a fully packed peck of trouble 
named Тапу Case. Plentiful Lana 


Wood (featured in ралувоу April 1971 
issue) plays Plenty O Toole until. assis- 
s overtike her, or you may prefer 
Donna Garratt Trina Parks, as 
Bambi and Thumper, who prom 
man everything but give 
Amsterdam and Las Vegas are the prin- 
ipal settings utilized by director Guy 
ton. who seems to know his way 
around Bond's turf and conducts. this 


and 


tour (seventh in the series) with full 
appreciation for the extravagant style 
Dut somehow Bond isn't quite 
gripping as it used to be. 


Tt would probably be unt 
on Nicholas and Alexandra, Rus: 
czar amd his doomed, foolish wife 
family were rather small people caught 
wp in one of the great cataclysms of 
history, as indicated by Robert К. Mas- 
Ме in his biographical best seller. And 


director Franklin J. Schaffner, who suc 
ceeded so well with Patron, has clearly 
mied to keep the story personal, abetted 
by a James Goldman scenario thai 
avoids throne rooms and court occasions 
| altogether shows remarkable re 
saint for a big, handsomely photo 
graphed major film. During longish 
stretches, in fact, Nicholas and Alexantha 
is so conscientiously understated that 

moviegocr might well wonde 
Russia's royal family has w 


whether 


ithdrawn to a 


cottage in Sussex. The English cast, of 
course, puts everything a bit offcenter. 
While Laurence Olivier. performs. with 
his customary brilliance as а peace-loving 
Cou Witte, two relative unknowns— 
Michiel Jayson and Janet Sur 

never quite generate the charisma in the 
title roles that would have been re- 


quired to sustain а movie some three 
hours long. The execution of poor silly 
Nicholas and his loved ones by 


s ever filmed. Such 
rv lessons serve useful 
doubt, though we would 


no 


have 
trouble naming il; and it's sort of em- 


imo the nar 
penonages. Rasputin. OK. But things 
get pretty sticky when a slim young rebel 
with a mustache casually introduces hi 
self as Stalin. or when si 
Lenin. reproachfully murna 
you've been avoiding me 
nendous. performance. bx 
Clor's actor if ever 
the saving grace of 
kinky mes 
Paddy Ci 


Another tr 
George C. Scot 
there was one—is 
The Hospital, a thorou 
sage a which author 
efsky's notion is to use 
hospital as a leaden symbol of 
incurably sick society. The hospital is a 
madhouse. Parents enter it in perfect 
ith and exit on a slab. ihe victims of 
thorized incompetence. Hostile blacks 


mov 


ad Puerto Ricans from the adjacent 
y are picketing outside, with 
violence imminent. Worst. of all, tliis 


bedlam harbors a homicida 


ders several 
1 the 
course of a si the 
chief of medicine (Scott) wants to commit 
suicide, or at least run off to New Mesi- 


urse 


No wonder 


со with a misionarys daughter (Diar 
Rigg) who has given up drugs. Travel 
ing with an Indian medicine man whose 


to be less lerh 
al procedures, d 


hocuspocus ions. out 
than approved. hosp 

girl promises a kind of ecological paradise, 
plus a cure for the eminent surgeon's 
impotence. “Impotence is beautiful. 
Im impotent and Im proud of it," Scot 
rages, s nts despite 
some lines of dialog that would put an 
ordinary performer imo shock. Chayebky 


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doubtless had. ambitious ideas for The 
Hospital, but very lew of them work out, 
perhaps because he never decided lor sure 
whether he was writing а social tract, a 
black comedy or a medical horror story. 
Audiences laugh at The Hospitals. ex- 
cones, but with the uncertain feeling that 
g in the wrong places. 
The director duty—Arthar (Love 
Story) Hiller—seems as baffled as anyone 
about which treatment. to uy next. So 
he subjects the script to an overdose of 
everything, thereby inducing slow death, 
much of it pretty painlul. 


they m hii 


v be Hag 
on 


The time js 1938, the place Fer 
Daly Aping Hitlers a с poli 

s, Mussolini begins to develop his 
own final solution for Traian Jews, and 
The Garden of the Finzi-Continis describes 


how one aristocratic Jewish — family 
waited for die ax to dall Playin 
tennis, some of them. Staying aloof fom 
politics, looking at the bright side 
Camying on, the way well-bred people 
do. As he follows the Finzi-Contini Lam. 


ily through sickness and health. throu 
tentative love affairs and holiday din 
ners, director Vittorio De Sica plays 
down the perilous undercurrents ol his 


tory that ultimately bring this small 
privileged world to an end, Fascist iniol- 
trance seems remote, unreal, which may 


be how certain people saw i 
Sica stresses that. poit 


nd Dc 
п а number of 
purposeful scenes, which add up to his 
richest work since Two Women. Yet th 
result overall is a languid) drama, with- 
out urgency or deep emotional impact. 
To cap its meticulous reconstruction of 
the prewar Thirties, FinzContinis has 
one swiking asset du moviedom’s new 
olden girl, Dominique Sanda (ce page 
87), provocative here as the family heiress 
parent. Finzi-Continis secondary at- 
wacions include Helmut (The Damned) 
Berger amd Lino Capolicchio, giving 
liable performances as, respectively 
Dominique’s consumptive brother. and 
a loyal childhood sweetheart 
worships her in vam. Bac Dominique 
manages to outshine everything and eve 
one, even her famous director 


who 


The legend of Joe Hill, celebrated in 


y amd song as a martyr of the early 
U.S. labor movement, is retold in а 
Swedishawade film about the carcer of 
the man actually named Joscph Hill- 


d 


sirom, a Swedish immigrant. worker 
author of protest songs who was execut 
ed in Utah im 1915 for a murder he 
probably did not commit. The way the 
story is developed by Sweden's writer- 
director producer Bo Widerberg. who 
made the Iyricil Elvira Madigan, Joc 


Will dies for the most romantic of rea 
sous To vindicate himself. he would 
have been forced to ru каша 


ion. Elvira's wistful sw 
en, plays Joc as 


Dp 
sort 


lady's repu 
Thommy Be 


of doomed poet of the 
films recreations of a distant time and 
plice look marvelously authentic, а 
collection of faded tintypes brought to 
lile by some subtle miracle. Since every 
thing im a Widerberg film is lovely 10 
sec, regardless of the subject matter, Joe 
Hill's bitter saga has an oddly delicate 
ı Renoir were on speci 
assignment to paint a strike riot. 


people. The 


airas the 


It is difficult to remain neutral toward 
Stanley Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange— 
previewed by rravmoy in January— 
for Kubrick honors without quite do 
justice 10 Anthony Burgess’ night 
science-fiction novel about an Eng! 
of the foreseeable future. where rov 
hands of hoodlums practice sexual as 
хаш and acts of ultraviolence for the 
pure, sadistic joy of it. Despite his weak 
story sense, Kubrick has а style boldly 
personal and distinctive as tha у 
ranking European master of cinema 
and he crowds the film's early scenes 
with superhip images of a permissive 
modern world gone berserk. Drugs and 


erotica are everyone's wip. The hero and 
narrator of the tale is an amoral malchick 
named Alex, leader of а quartet of 
thugs. who speaks а Russian-influenced 
teen jagon is likely to bewilder 
moviegoers have not read the 
book. The group likes to don masks and 


c surprise 
in the country. where they m 
pu their vietims 
interference. hy the millicents (or Гилл) 
Beating up drunks and helpless women 
also amuses them. When Ales (played 
with smashing arrogance by young M. 
wlm McDowell, the preduory hero of 
Jf .. ) is not being t y terrified 
likes to h the 


nel withour 


ned on 


sercams. he ped 


stereo booming Beethoven's Ninth Sym- 
phony while his crude f bring 
him to ejaculation. As always in a Ku- 


brick hlm—witnes Dr. Strangelove and 
2001: А Space Odyssey —music serves an 
ponam. func 
from Becthove 


dering irony, often at a deales 
Th 
seen in v 


lized state of society can be 
ndalized apartment. buildi 
murals delaced by pornography and litter 
everywhere. Clockwork Orange loses mo 
vinum when the futuristic horror show 
starts striving for signilicance—when the 


deme 


ncorrigible Alex is imprisoned for mu 
den and chosen as а guinea pig for 
brainwashing by the insidious Ludovico 


‘Technique that promises to end nonpolit 
ical aime through the reprog 
а young Giminal’s responses to violence 
Та the latter. part of the movie, Kubrick 
(tripling as adaptor-director-producer) gets 
rather bogged down in his ambitious 
thesis, resorting to contrived and. some: 
times overacted scenes that may теат 
hum: m principles but are а de 
nee to drama. He also blu 


ning of 


ders into the error of equating sex with 
violence, thereby missing author Bur 
gess distinction between making love 

d tiking it by forces In sum. Ка 


brick's Orange has а tinge of artificial 
color, lacquered up as а spectacular 
shocker by a man who knows every tr 
of the trade. 


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Call it ted Zeppelin IV. (Atlantic). since 
ted informal 


picture of 


on on its 
it old. 


s no pri 


bı 


caver, only 
1 cat faggot of sticks. Inside are 
four arcane-looking symbols that. word 
has it. are ancient runes that Jimmy Page 
may have used to represent cich of the 
four members of the group, But the real 
mystery here is that the old Zepp has 
become so good. The group finally has 
made its own brand of high-volume taste 
levsiess ino great rock, and not all of it 
i high volume. Besides the 
flamboyant P: and the typical 
heavily layered sounds of umes such as 


is the 


- solos 


Rock and Roll. there we subtle 
mental effects (the dulcimer on 
Battle of Evermore, lor c 


Stairway to Heaven, the group ascends 
into the realm of scriousness—genting i 
madrigals, yet. and quasi 
does it without stumbling 
Helen Reddy lias rived. Her 
tol album, titled with her 
dandy, The ar 
ployit 


test 
name. is а 


moitssonictmts c 


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perfect foils. for Miss. Reddy's telli 
vocals. The material has been chosen 
with discernment (except for the Carole 
King singalong No Sad Song). Amo 
others, there ane Jolm Lennon's How, 
Leon Russell's / Don't. Remember My 
Childhood, Randy Newman's / Think H's 
Going la Rain. Today 


are 


kl а couple ol 
Summer of 
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Helen's own, one of. which. 


71. writen w 
lightfully se 
ol the session. 


On the basis of The Greet Blind Degree 
(Stormy Forest). it is safe to siy that 
Richie Havens has no new thoughts 


pout ecology or the generation gap. 


t while the ecology songs are tite 
and musically weak. three songs that 
invoke the awareness of children. more 

things. In Think Abont 


the Children, in Cat Stevens’ i wd 
dialog Fathers & Sons and in Graham 
Nash's Teach Your Children. three as 
pects of our legacy lo the young me 
explored in perhaps the most pene 


ig amd lovely pieces Havens us 
yet recorded in his rough. warm. inimi- 
table voice. He is abo writing a hook, a 


from which adorns the album's 


quoti 
back cover ii 
lucid. 


d is as murky as his s 


Buddy Miles. 
and vocalist, has bes 
Tour with his cight 
now we have two Bi 


a good rock drumm 
a making the Big 
іссе Big Band, so 
Discs to celebrate 


certs that you and 1 probably never 


attended. As most live albums do, Buddy 


ls when it 


Miles tive (Mercury) f 5 


to convey the spontaneous, oh-groovy 
excitement of the event. Buddy's con- 
stant cliché exhortations to the сома 
are а diag, as is all the recorded ap- 
plause. Yet Buddy is a great drummer 
and his band produces mice sharp en 
sembles on driving tunes such as Joc 
Tex. If the tempos arc too sin 

throughout, there is an interesting v 


ty of textures, as on The Segment, and 
Stemsey Hunter plays fine alto sax, No- 
table in this set are a version of Neil 
"s Down by the River, funky. vet 
ing to preserve the flavor of the 
nal, and Баас Hayes's Wrap It Up, 
19 minutes of slick r&b power. 

If Miles Davis doesn’t watch out, Fred. 
die Hubbard's 10 blow him right 
olf his perch as super horn man. First tight 
(CTI) contains some of the best trumpet 
we've heard in years. What with drummer 
Jack DeJohneute, bassist Ron Carter, gui- 
тагм George Benson, flutist Hubert Laws 
and percussionist Airto Moreira around to 
lend support. and what with superb charts 
by Don Sebesky, and a full-sized string 
section behind him, Hubbard has nothing 
to do but strict out and be sensational. 
His tone, taste and creativity are awesome. 


East has never met West more success 
fully or alluringly than on Ravi Shan- 
kar's new Concerto fer Sitar and Orchestra 
el), a melodious mélange comm 
sioned by the London Symphony Or- 
chestra and. recorded. by it under André 
Previn's baton with the composer as 
soloist. Though the melodic idiom is 
early Oriental (each of the concerto's 

movements is based on its own 
). the crisp orchestr just as 
rly those of a craftsman well versed 
in the ways of the Occident, Shank: 
plays the sitar solos with his accustomed 
tuosity, and the London Symphony 
men take to the iwis 1d drummings 
of the accompaniment like Bombay ducks 
10 water. 


ions 


By now, Herbie M n has explored 
about as mauy corners of the musical map 
so why shouldn't he 
get back to roots? Push Push (Embryo) in- 
dudes the title tune, which is the flatist’s 
own creation and a smasher, What's 
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virtuosity has sometimes left 
the impression of mechanics triumphing 
over feci о such thing 

never preduded sc 


Nobody's. 
the man himselt says on his bum, 
There's о Riot Goin’ On (Epic). it's a Fam- 
ily Affair. Nad if you dig slurred. mum- 
bled, ululati vocals—casual to the 
point of being mannered—slippery, liq- 


uit sounds, faded. fuzzcd. d synthe- 
sized. with lois of gloop-gloop dobros and 
slide guitars. well. vou won't have to ask 
why the title tune is listed but not 


played or who's in the band now. Who 


cares? This has more variety than. pre 
vious Sly albums, but the best. things 
re all on the second side. Time con 


s whit must be уз ultimate man- 
neral самы] vocal: Spaced Cowboy is 
what the name implies and. deserves to 


become a classic: Runnin’ Away, with its 
splendid ır 
induce you t0 ask. 


know, baby. you'll 


npet-six obbligato. will never 
You'll 


rom what?” 
w. 


(Asylum) is 


Judee Si 
parent album on which every effect is care- 
fully. artfully controlled. The s 

ing and production 
purity of Judee’s voice, the easy 
implicity of her songs beautifully com- 
render her fanciful religious per- 


The difficulty is that her lyrics 
lou private obscurity or 
the 


ten dey 
imagery to а 


cute 


y fec 
vesult—even to be heard in Judee 
ton mannered quirkiness. There 
is sometl pout her pinched fice 
black her pop-mystic 
about dl, finally. he 
that displays all too clearly up 

n her own inchoate mythology ol Christ. 
Her immodest message to us on the 
sleeve is: "Мау you savor each wo 
spberry.” Ours to h 
e provide us less seedy fruit 


g, so 


ition—i: 


robes. 
od 


ter 


1. Street Corner Talking (I: 
tes the group's ability. to 
atively simple material with 
му and taste. Tell Mama shows how 
strong the new band is, while Z Can't Get 
his the lead singing of 
kc David 
ng his own 


Next fo You spoli 
Walker, 


who 


Kim Simmonds 
worthy 
blu 
this b 


lead guitar are note- 
1 Al 1 Сап Do, a longer. relaxed, 
opus that. never drags. We hope 
Lis together once and for all. 


John Н: 1 plays exceptional guitar 
and banjo. sings in a rather unmusi 
cal, nasal voice and. performs very musi- 
cal, or and sophisticated country 


clev 


On Aereo-Plain 


disc. 
formed of all 


songs. his latest 
(Warn 


sorts of 


how to get in touch with God 


Your Radio On. song written 
without (we presume) tongue in check in 
1938. Although Hartford has fine accom- 
pan he mes lets 
1 1 and 
silly excese then 
again, sometimes the silly things are 
quite marvelous. as on Holding and 


Steam Powered Aereo Plane, the lorm 
particularly unforgettable for all dope 
smokers with a sense of humor. 


shocs—thiere's 
around that understands 
Wilderness Road (Colu 


п your rock 


oup 


of solid rock thats d. 
these days. 


1 Nate 


between 


шет 
Hali 
0d drums, respectively. 
gether they project The Band's feeling 
Americi and the 
Who—bu the sound is all the 


Ever since Paul McC: 


tasty bass 


feral instincts. of 


own. 


traded i 


John Lennon for Lind he 
hasn't made much memorable music. But 
he docs seem to be getting better all the 


time. Alter Ram, which was something 
of a disaster, Wings "Wild Life" (Apple) 
sounds really good. Ii still doesn’t come 
up to the best stuff he c 
but at least it isn't invitati 


back towa 
album's would-be rockers—Mumbo and 
Вір Bop-—wont give you ап unquench- 
ble urge to boogi in the qui 
cuts. such as Dear Friend, there are real 
echoes of his fine carly melodies. And 
even if ineludin awaiian jump ver- 
of Mickey & Sylv 
was а tactical en 
great rock songs 


sio 


"s Love Is Strange 
at least proves that 
© not casily killed. 


THEATER 


Two Gentlemen of Verona wis onc of 


Shakespeare's forg 
Now it has been met 
memorable conte 
joyful translormation first 

last summer tral Park 
sponsorship of Joseph Papp 
Shakespeare Festival. Now, 
way, there have been a lew c 
some songs have been sliced 
tickets arc no longer free—but 
is still a delight. Adaptors John С 
Mel Shapiro have borrowed. th 


most 


phosed into а 
The 


musical. 
took 


прога 


place 


nder the 
ew York 
Broad- 


on 


the show 


basic plot—two friends are dose ene 
in maners of love—ind transported it 
to а Verona and Milan that look suspi- 
ciously like New York. The new book is 
frankly anachronistic: Lovers exchange 
night letters, lapse int 
and dance with soul. 


Spanish and sing 
ан MacDermors 
elects freely, swinging from rock 
to blues to calypso to nonsense, and 
Guare’s ingenious lyrics spoof everyone 
Пот Shakespeare 


score 


» бише as sol 


writer, There phony fiber in 
this urban. ethnic romp. and the show 


the entire cheater 


the Û 


embraces 


alcony 


is up 
in and out ol the 
from. Ming Cho Lee's j 


As the selladmiring cavalier, Proteus, 
Raub Julia is magnetic, full of comic 
inventiv npertinene ful 


Valentine, 
his own best inter 
ic villainy hilo 
4. Bur the whole сам joins 
in this ceket: 
tion of youth, young love ep 
ble vitality, At the St. James, 216 West 
Mti Suec 


ly undermining his comrade 
cunningly. ризи 
makes ron 


ous 


E 


Twigs works beciuse of Sad: 


Thomp- 


son. George Furth’s four linked comedy 
skits call for Mis Thompson to play 
three sisters—and the mother of them 


aM. Delicately directed by Michael Ben 
nett, she makes each 
creature —j 
like a qu 
‘The changes 
up into mannerisms 
really seems like fi 
the curtain, one is surprised to sce Miss 
Thompson. a lone female. surrounded 


acres. 


ke- 


by actors. In the first three skits, she 
plays an c whan widow and 
nonstop. talk baseball "widow 
and nonstop nd then 

han housewife and. nonstop тайт. Si 


the title of the play is Irom Alexander 


Popes “Just as the twig is bent, the 
trees indined.” Ма, who comes on 
last, is the biggest nonstop talker of 
An ancient Trish idan, she is xo 
busy n at the esp 
of her dodderi wd that sh 


«оси even have а moment in which to 


although she never stops threaten 
ш 10 do so. With a less comic actress 
the evening might grow but 


Miss mpos ance 
that's ol excess yet not of 
а broad stroke, Whether lugging a relrig 


erator across a kitchen floor, singing 
dancing à remembered musichall типе or 
splatting à chocolate cake on h 
band's sw and replacing it on th 
plate. without losing a lick of icing 
canities the sl her triumphant wake 
At the Broadhurst, 235 West 4th Street. 


she 


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М, girt апа 1, both in our tate 20s. 
want to settle down to a life tà 
ied 


which. 
we feel represents an unwarranted intru- 
sion of the state into our. priv 
However, we're appichensive about the 
probable negative reactions of our estab- 
lishmentoriented friends. and relatives. 
To avoid any unpleasantness, we've con- 
sidered sending out false wedding an- 
nouncements following a trip to Hawaii. 
What do you think?—A. В. 
que. New Mexico 

You appear to be a bit confused. Cer- 
tainly, а marriage can be a cage, but its 
not the wedding license per se that puts 
the lock on the door, it's the possessiveness 
of the people involved, combined with the 
frequently stifling demands of conven- 
tional society, This happen. of 
course, in апу relationship. slate 


hut without getting mar 


te lives. 


Albuquer 


can 
sane- 
tioned or not, and we must add that 
your description of your own pairing 
makes it sound as confining as the most 
suffocating of marriages. In. fact, you're 
even willing to go as fay as to send out 
phony wedding announcements, as op- 


posed 10 some authentic newlyweds who 


are so “liberated” they don't even both 
er to mail honest ones. We suggest that 
you care very much what your socalled 
establishment-oriented friends and rela- 
lives think, and we suggest further that 
you would probably like yourselves a lot 
better if you got manicd aud. stopped 
what the “in? anti-establish 


worrying 


ment attitude is this year 


Wan in the market for a new car and I've 
decided that, at last, | would Му a 
longtime yen to own a convertible. Much 
to my surprise, few dealers have any. 
Whats the story on them?—Bb, К. Chi- 


cago, Minois. 
The convertible may be going the way 


of the rumble seat, American Motors 
gave convertibles the ax in 1968 and 


Chrysler discontinued its lines last year. 
A General Motors spokesman reports that 
vales have been steadily declining during 
the past few years, while Ford- 
labeled as report that it 
would discontinue. convertibles in 1973 
~-admitted there is low demand. Chief 
culprit seems to be highspeed express 
ways, which make driving with the top 
down anything but pleasant 


which 
nonsense a 


BM, problem is my wife. Now that the 
е in school, she has taken a part 
time job in an architect's office 10 help 
out with a temporarily deflated budget 
Unfortunately. her boss has convinced 
her that she should finish college and 
get some training im urban planning, 
and that when she docs so, he will get her 
d a raise. 


а promotion She is excited 


about this, but 1 think the whole thing 
zy. Net only do 1 make enough 
money so that my wife doesn’t have to 
work but she hasn't stopped 10 consider 
that shell be spending а lot of her 
income on extras. such as а cleaning 
lady. a new wardrobe, and so forth. 
How do 1 persuade her to forget about 
being Miss Career Woman of the Year. 
consider her husband. and children first 
and stick to her real job 
mother?—F. Е. Ames 
Your wife’s problem is her husband. 
If а desirable provision can be made for 


s a wile and 


low 


the children—and school should take 
care of a good piece of that—iwe can't 
see why you'd object lo your wife's 


finishing her education and experiment- 
ing with a career, То deprive her of a 
chance to feel valuable to herself and 
society above and beyond the roles of 
wife and mother would be not only 
selfish but cruel. Rather than trying to 
limit her horizons, you should look for- 
ward lo gaining a wife who, being en- 
gaged in work that is meaningful to her 
will be infinitely more intevesting—and 
challenging. Isn't that what you want? 


A гаа is hung 


chick, but unfortunately she thinks he 
smells bad—literally. My friend tikes 
baths until he's pink, but she still cant 
hide her uptightness when he gets real 
close. The guy smells all right 10 me 
Could it be a Japanese sense of super 
smell? Or whit?—J. P. ЕРО San Fran 
cisco. California 

Your friend's problem шау simply be 
that he's a carnivore. The ingestion of 
any animal fat produces butyric acid, 
which, in turn, gives the diner a distinc- 
tive 
meat 
the Japanes 
much meat as w 
they eat five times as much fish. and 
some American. men, in turn, complain 
that Japanese girls have a fishy odor. H's 
a matter of mind over malodorousness 
Various immigrant groups addicted to 
cabbage, wurst, garlic, etc, have all suf 
fered from social ostracism based ou noth 


up on a Ja 


heavy 
but 


who cat only a tenth as 


odor. Americans, who are 


caters, ave accustomed to it. 


e do, are not. However 


ing more silly than their cating habits. 


Hast Easter, 1 visited Nassau and spent 
much of my one of the local 
This was my first time in a 
gambling casino and T was quite lucky. 
At the end of the evening, however, Т 
was puzzled by whether or not 1 should 
tip the dealer at my blackjack table 
What's the drill on this?—24A. T., New 
York, New York. 

When a player in any game decides ta 
leave, he usually lips the croupier or 


time in 


nos. 


my 


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dealer at least five dollars. At the end of 
the evening. the casino employees pool 
their lips and divide them up equally, In 
a crap game, some players tip after they've 
made а particularly big win. 


Bh any number of Westerns ас Ive 
seen, there has been a scene in which the 
poor soul who has been shot or punc 
tured by an arrow has a bottle of whis- 
k poured over his wounds. Is this 
lly of any help as an antiseptic. or 


it just а form of artistic lice 
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 
H's more artistic than antiseptic. 


Cleansing antiseptics arc usually 70 per- 
cent alcohol, whereas drinking whiskey, 
at 86 proof, musters a bare 13 percent 
alcohol. Н would, of course, help rinse 
the dirt off a wound (bul much more 
painfully than water). AL least one doc- 
tor we know has suggested drinking the 
liiskey instead. on the grounds that it 
would do just as much good medically 
and would be much more pleasurable- 


Though rve been married five years and 
love my husband deeply, several months 
ago 1 came terrifyingly close to having 
sexual relations with another man. I've 
felt absolutely rotten ever since and. de- 
sly good s 


any desire for him at all. I no longer en- 
joy sex with him, he feels rejected. and 1 
feel guilty. We've discussed the problem. 
Му and I think that I 
ng myself for lusting after 
er man by denying myself the pl 
of sex with the man 1 love. Will 
cure the problem, or do I need psychiat- 
ric helpzi—Mrs. W. P... Billings, Mor 

Your self-anatysis appears sound to из. 
What you've got to recognize, of course, 
is that men and women continually find 
people other than their marriage. part- 
- How they deat 
with these temptations is what matters. 
You and your husband ought to approach 
sex as an expression of love, rather than 
ах а lest or proof of it, With patience 
and understanding on his part and yours, 
the problem should diminish and pass 
away. IJ it doesn't, then by all means seck 
some form of counseling. 


nay be 


noth- 


ure 


me 


ners sexually айтас 


В recendy purchased a pair of speakers 
y sterco system that sounded just 
E the store, but once 1 got them 
home 1 was disappointed in the bass 
response. Is there anything 1 can do 
besides turning up the bass frequency 
control? In the store it was set "il 
and it seems I ought to be able to leave it 
that way and get the same response at 
home.—D. S. Milwaukee. Wisconsin. 
To improve your bass response, set 
your speakers on the floor in the corners 
of the тоот. This should add considera- 
biy lo the bass. The reason is simple: 


for 


Theoretically, if a speaker could be 
suspended in the center of a room, il 
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into a 360-degree sphere, Once on the 
floor, its raduting into a hemisphere 
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wall and it's vadialing into a quarter 
of a sphere and the 
again. In а corner, where the floor and 
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cach other, so that the sound fronts re- 
inforce each other: see your instruction 
booklet for details. You might also place 
а felt pad under your speakers—if the 
on the floor—to prevent the transmitted 
sound from bothering your neighbor 


ДА fellow worker is a liquor and wine 
connoisseur, and the other day he made 
reference to а drink called. “malmsey” 
ad was so sure that 1 was familiar with 
it that 1 felt embarrassed. to reveal 
ignorance. Can you tell me w 
«гү Diego. California 

Malinsey ds a sweet, amber-colored, 
fortified wine: the word itself is the 
English nume for the makasia grape from 
which it’s made. Most present-day malm- 
sey comes from the island of Madeira. 
George, Duke of Clarence (1119-1478) 
and the younger brother of Edward IT, 
was supposedly drowned in а buti (at 
the time. a cask holding about 120 gal- 
lons) of it. Fact or fancy, Shakespeare im- 
mortalized the incident in ^ Richard 11" 


sound is doubled 


For the past several years, Ive devoted 
myself exclusively, and successfully. to 
obtaining a degree in chemistry and gain- 
ing entry to one of America’s best medi 
al schools. While ] was doing this 1 
put everything else aside, including d 
ing. Now Fd like to start dating 
but Т lack the confidenc 
How docs а 
Houston, T 

First, by recogni: 
beginner or а teenager, that you ave 
continuing rather than starting again 
and that any awkwardness you display 
will reflect who you are, uot who you 
were. And what's wrong with that? Try 
thinking of the gitls you'll dale ах people 
to whom you'll relate, not characters in 
а play with whom you have to assume 
roles and your 
confidence needs a little boosting, see 
supportive girls at first. and those with 
wham you have а lot in common, so you 
won't feel constantly tested. But above 
all, be yourself. 


memorize lines. Since 


Theres been a tot of talk about the qual- 
y of drugs purchased in the street be 
way below whit the sell ms But 
Tee heard so much baloney put out by 
the establishment about drugs that E no 


What's the 
Brit 


v know what to believe. 
straight scoopi—A. F., Vancouver, 
ish Columbia. 

Lab analyses of drugs sold in the streci, 
both in the States and abyoad, indicate 
you may be getting both more and less 
than you bargained for, An analysis of 
119 street-drng samples collected in Am 
sterdam, Holland. showed that only 79 
percent of the samples claimed to be 
pure hashish actually were and only 51 
percent of the amphetamine samples 
ve the McCoy. as were only H percent 
of those claimed to be pure LSD, Some 
individuals who thought they were in- 
jecting vith cocaine were 
actually using monosodium glutamate. A 


themselves 


recent “dope scoreboard” published in 
a Los Angeles underground newspaper 


indicated that an animal tranquilizer was 
the active ingredient in a psychedelic 
called “Angel Dust? that LSD samples 
were frequently cut with strychnine and 
that at least one capsule sold as contain 
ing organic mescaline actually contained 
LSD and brewers yeast. Caveat emptor. 


case ol 
n after 


with 
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ll got them. 


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what Em sure is the er: 
mei ng Гуе ы 
Some questions occur w me: How did 1 
get them? My girls been out of town 
for several weeks and during that time 
continent. Is there an easy way 
to get rid of them? And what's the 
danger of their spreading to other parts 


iculous bathi 


of the Боду]. С. Chicago. Ilinois. 
Phthirius — pubis—unore commonly 


known ах the crab louse—is one of the 
few lovemaking side effecis you can actu- 
ally contract from toilet seats, bedclothes, 
towels, clothing, etc.. though the most 
common way is through body contact. 
Crabs carry. no known. disease but do. 
cause itching that can be painful. How- 
there is no danger of their traveling 
from one part of your body to another. 
As for dealing with the little buggers 
you might first visit the doctor to make 
sure that what you've got isn't something 
more (or less) exolic. He may su, 
Ointment ov 4200 (both. noupiescrip. 
tion) or prescribe an effective medication 
called Kwell. Опе final suggestion: After. 
taking the сите. make sure you've lann- 
dered your underclothing, towels, sheets, 
ete. as the nearly invisible lice larvae can 
come back 10 bug you. 


ruer, 


All reasonable questions—fiom fash 
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to dating dilemmas, taste and etiquette 
—will be personally answered if the 
eriter includes a stamped, self-addressed 
envelope. Send all letters to The Playboy 
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most provocative, pertinent queries will 
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THE PLAYBOY FORUM 


an interchange of tdeas between reader and editor 
on subjects raised by “the playboy philosophy" 


JUSTICE FOR ALL—MORE OR LESS 

Here is another example of the ins 
ity that passes for justice in this Land. 
‘Three consecutive items in the colum 
"Oregon Bricis” in the Medford Mail 
Tribune describe the penalties imposed 
for three crimi One tells of 
drivein-theater owner who was found 
guilty of disseminating obscene material 
ıl fined 51000. Another relates the 
story of a man who was held in jail in 
lieu of a 55000 bond after 25 pounds of 
ere discovered in his car. The 
third item dese 


1 acts. 


an who 
Two 
er 


bes the case of a n 


nd-run. 


women died tha 


was fined 5750. 


Wayne К. Howard 
Medlord, Oregon 


THE WORD ON THE WEED 


Some significant progress has been 
occurring the marijuana-law-relor 
ovement, First, the prestigious Sam 


F 
by Mayor Alioto, recommended a plan 


ncisco Committee on Crime, appointed 


whereby the state would leg 
ju 1 control its distribution in 
manner analogous to controls over alco- 
hol, And, until the stue amd Federal 
laws are changed accordingly. it sug 
that San Francisco simply announce that 
the city could no longer allord to expend 
its resources attempting to enforce these 
laws with which it disagrees. 

Second, two committees of the Ameri- 
can Bar Association independently rec 
ommended legalization of 
testimony submitted to the National Con 
mission on Marijuana and Drug Abuse. 
These recommendations were based on 
their finding that “there is simply no 
basis for employing the criminal sar 
on, with irs threat of impriso 
цай people who, at the very worst, 
hai ? 


Groups such as the American Pu 
Association 


alih and the 
Acad 
the i 
use of n 
сап Medical Association, long in opposi- 
tion to this reform, has published a study 
that refutes the contention that ni n 
somehow leads to heroin. Based on a 
survey of 106 smokers, the 


concluded: 


American 


authors 


Tt appears that one of the greatest 
ars of marijuana use, chat of gradu- 
ion to addicting narcotic drugs, has 


not materialized. И our sample is at 
all representative of the drug culture, 
and indeed most of these men have 
been using over it ре 
of years and immersed 
drug culture now 
to be, the progress 
to heroin addiction appears to be an 
improbable occurrence 


All of which leads us to the important 
question: What will the National Co 
mission on Marijuana and Drug Abuse 
recommend in its comprehensive report 
duc this month? We believe it is likely 
to recommend an end to criminal pe 
tics for adult users. ‘The commission has 
heard such action weed by so many 
people, so often, that g to be 
dificul to avoid 

With the continuing assistance of the 
Playboy Foundation, the National Or 
on for the Reform of Marijuana 
iws (NORML) has opened branch of- 
fices in Phoenix aud New York City and 
has representatives on many college Gim- 
puses. Now we need all the support and 
assistance to transfer th 
growing mome into legal refom. 
We can win this issue, with help. If you 
care, please join NORML. 1237 22nd St 
N. W., Washington, D.C. 20037. Mem- 
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military people and seven dollars for all 
others. And, for 


i's gi 


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tun 


those who want to do 
more, we still need the help of many 
people to let the public know what mod. 
ern science and medicine say about the 
‘killer weed.” 

R. Keith Stroup, Executive Director 

NORMI. 

Washington, D. C. 


COMPARATIVE MYTHOLOGY 
I recently found an old book called. 


Our Family Physician, published in 
1885. The entry on masturbation was 
ist what one would expect, until the 


very end. Students of comparative my 
thology, contemplate this: 


The symptoms produced by this 
vice are numerous. When the habit 
begins in carly life, it retards the 
growth. impairs the mental ficulties 
amd reduces the victim to а lamen- 
table state. The person alllicted seeks 
solitude, and does not wish to en 
joy the society of his friends: he is 
troubled with headache, wakefulness 
and restlessness at night, pain in 


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various paris of 
lence, melancholy, loss of memory, 
çeakness in the back and generative 
ble appetite, cowardice, 
bility to look a person in the 
icc, lack of confidence in his abili 
кз... . Finally the whole man 
becomes a wreck, physically, morally 
and mentally... - 

First of all. the habit must be 
abandoned; this is the first 
most important thing to be secu 
Tor unless this is done, every other 
treatment will be without avail. . . . 

Mercurius, phosphorus, aur 
nux vomica, п, cantha 
conium, Car 
remedies in th 


ide 


u Cannabis. Or, as it is 
lled, mariju 
Peter J. Cislo 

Modesto, Californi: 


That's r 
more popularly 


THE ONLY MAILBOX IN TOWN 

When I read that the U.S. Postal 
nd the Bureau of Customs are 
ispecting first-class mail Irom overseas 
without warrants or prior consent of the 
addresse (Forum Newsfront, Octob 
1971). 1 heard a loud whirring sound. 1 
fi nized it as Thomas Jefferson 
spinning in his grave. I also heard the 
ghoulish laughter of Lysander Spooner, 
anarchist and constitutional lawyer, who 
predicted in 1818 that a Government 
mail monopoly would eventually lead to 
this type of thing. 


Ronald Weston 
Cuernavaca, M 


THOSE CROTCH SHOTS 

1 was surprised to find a letter in the 
November 1971 Playboy Forum denounc- 
ing photographs ayBoY as crotch 
shots. 1 am a professional photographer 
who been a rrAvnov reader for 12 
years and I have vet to see a photograph 

PLAYBOY that I would call vulgar. 
Photographing a natural female nude 
challenge, and the beauty of PLAYBOY'S 
pictures is a credit to the photographic 
profession. 


Richard A. Chrzanowsk 
Westfield, Massachusetts 


THE TASTE MAKERS 
The opinions of Atlantic Monthly col- 
nist L. E. Sisman, as quoted in the 
mber 1971 Playboy Forum, ar 
of а generation of intellectuals 
re a deadly, but fortunately a 
breed. “Those of us who are 
writers, teaches, community leaders. 
makers of opinion," says Sissman, "can 
bury our outmoded, liberal, laissez-faire 
ideas about freedom of expression at 
y cost—and help to camp and crip- 
ple the mass appeal of pornography by 

ng it démodé” There speaks the 
culture snob, self-appointed to a high 
brow priesthood, convinced thit the 


FORUM NEWSFRONT 


а survey of events related to issues raised by “the playboy Philosophy” 


UNLUCKY IN LOVE 
MARTI ALIFORNIA—4 lender ges- 
ture toward a prison inmate has brought 
two lovers together—sort of. A 21-усат- 
old girl went to the Contra Costa county 
jail to see her imprisoned boyfriend and 
tried to slip him a nude photo of herself 
through the visitors’ screen. She ar- 
rested and locked up in another part of 
the same jail. 


WONDERFUL COPENHAGE? 

NEW YORK CrTY—A criminal-court jury 
of five men and one woman deliberated 
less than two hours before acquitting а 
Manhalan bookshop proprietor who 
had been arrested for selling “The Hlus- 
trated Presidential Report of the Com- 
mission on Obscenity and Pornography.” 
The jury rejected the prosecution's ar- 
gument that the book was obscene on 
the basis of its pictures alone and despite 
the text, which reprints. the Govern- 
ment report. The Reverend Morton Hill, 
veleran smut hunter and a dissenting 
member of the Presidential Commission, 
deplored the verdict in а statement. to 
the press, saying it proves that New 
York's “practically nonexistent” obscenity 
laws “have made the siate а Denmark. 


NEW BOUTIQUE IN TOWN 

CHAPEL HILL, NORIH CAROLINA— The 
country's. first lwe boutique has opened 
its doors in Chapel Hill, and its owners 
hope to expand operations to some 
half dozen other U.S. cities by the end 
of the year, Called Adam & Eve and 
patterned on the highly successful “Birds 
and Bees" shops im Sweden, the bou- 
tique's emphasis is on contraception and 
и offers a one-day pregnancy-testing serv- 
ісе. Canada’s first sex shop, The Gar- 
den, has opened in Montreal but is 
styled more along the lines of the sex 
supermarkets in Denmark and Germany. 


ADULTERY AND MORAL CHARACTER 

NEW YORK CITY—A few weeks after 
U.S. immigration officials refused citi- 
"ship to one admitted “adulterer” 
("Forum Newsfront,” February), a Feder- 
al judge in New York, ruling in а simi- 
lay case, devided that there is no Federal 
definition of the word adultery and that 
the Immigration Service should stop 
worrying about it. The case involved an 
alien who married а woman in 1961 
solely because she was pregnant by him 
and wished lo avoid the illegitimacy of 
the offspring. Five years later, the cow 
ple divorced amicably without ha 
lived together. Before the divorce, how 
ever, the petitioner had intercourse with 


а woman who eventually became his 
second wife—which constituted. adultery 
and bad moval character in the eyes of 
the immigration authorities. Nonetheless, 
Federal judge Charles Н. Tenny noted the 
many conflicting definitions of adultery 
in state laws, decided the man showed а 
sense of responsibility in marrying his 
pregnant. girlfriend and. concluded. that 
"Congress, in using the word ‘adultery. 
was expressing concern over extramarital 
intercourse that tends to destroy an exist- 
ing, viable marriage" and was not trying 
to exclude persons otherwise qualified to 
become U.S. citizens, 


UPTIGHT TEXAN 

In Texas, public school officials in 
the town of Channelview reportedly 
have excluded a 16-year-old divorced girl 
from participating in her high school's 
extracurricular activities on the ground 
that she might “talk sex” wilh other 
students; and in Austin, slate public 
school authorities have approved 11 
textbooks on the condition that the pub 
lishers delete certain references to evolu- 
tion and clean up the language of 
such authors as Norman Mailer, Vladi- 
mir Nabokov, James Baldwin, Tennes- 
sce Williams and J. D. Salinger. 


MARRIAGE SLUMP 

WASHINGTON, D.¢.—The U.S. Census 
Bureau has reported a declining interest 
in marriage among men and women 
under age 33. In that age group, the 
burca says, 56 percent of the men and 45 
percent of the women are still single—an 
increase of five and eight percentage 
points, respectively, since 1960. The bu- 
тсан doesn’t know whether ils statistics, 
derived. from the 1970 census, “reflect 
an increasing tendency for young persons 
to delay marriage for various reasons 
until later years, or a newly developing 
tendency for more of the young persons 
of today to remain single for their entire 
lives” 


CURING THE COMMON SCOLD 

FREEHOLD, NEW JERSEY—Granting the 
wish of an angry {l-year-old woman ac- 
cused of assaulting a neighbor, а county 
grand jury has indicted her not only on 
the assault charge but also as being “a 
common scold”—a crime that hasn't 
been commitied (or at least successfully 
prosecuted) in New Jersey for 
80 years, Alluding to her disputes with 
police and neighbors, she said, “Resist- 
ance to tyranny is justice to God and I'd 
better get indicted.” If convicted of be- 
ing “a common scold and disturber of 
the peace of the neighborhood,” she 


Jurther insists on the traditional penalty 
—a public dunking, The prosecution is 
reluctant to grant this demand. 


CLEANEI P LANGUAGE 

soise, IbAHO—Police arrested а 
year-old carnival worker for using vulgar 
language in public, and his conviction 
carned him a 525 fine and one day in 


23. 


PUNISHING THE PARENTS 

еткон, MICHIGAN—Under a new city 
ordinance, Detroit. parents me now le- 
gally responsible for the behavior of 
the children. The ordinance provides 
that the parents or guardian of a juve- 
nile under 18 can be fined up to 5500 
and jor sentenced up to 90 days in jail if 
convicted of failing to “exercise reason- 
able parental control” by permitting Шей 
child to violate curfew, keep stolen pop- 
erly, associale with juvenile delinquents, 
play hooky fram school, possess illegal 
drugs or be without proper supervision 
while the parents ате away. 


TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE 

NEW YORK сту The. city's board of 
education may waive certain bylaws and 
offer job reinstatement to 31 public 
school teachers who were fired 15 years 
ago for refusing to answer questions 
about their possible Communist Party 
affiliations. At that time, the teachers 
argued that such questions were an un 
constitutional violation of their personal 
and political rights and declined to 
answer them as a matter of principle. 
Since then, the U.S. Supreme Court has 
overturned the laws and statutes under 
which they were dismissed. 


PLATFORM WITH A POT PLANK 

DES MOINES, вола Democratic can- 
didate for the Iowa governorship has 
launched his campaign on а broad plat- 
form of social and legal reforms, includ- 
ing the removal of all criminal penalties 
Jor the ихе of marijuana. Senator John 
Tapscott counted marijuana — statutes 
among the many ill-conceived "morality 
laws" that, he said, serve only to die- 
tate personal morals and private behav- 
ior and should be repealed. 


ALTERNATIVE TO METHADONE 
WASHINGTON, D. c—Federal drug offi- 
cials are hoping they have found the 
“ideal narcotic antagonist” that can vir- 
tually immunize addicts against physical 
dependency on opiates. The drug, called 
En-1639A, was developed by a pharma- 
ceutical firm in Garden City, Long Is- 
land, and has been undergoing tests. The 
head of the Federal drug hospital in 
Lexington, Kentucky, said that En- 
1639A “could do for drug addiction 
what vaccines did to eliminate the inci- 


dence of smallpox and diphtheria,” but 
he cautioned against viewing it as а pana- 
cea, because it does not treat the social 


and psychological aspects of addiction. 

At the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, 
Minnesota, neurologists are experiment- 
ing with a simple form of brain surgery 
that seems to eliminate drug addiction in 
rais and monkeys. An electric cautery is 
used to knock out a specific. group of 
nerve cells that is believed to be either 
the main site or a key relay point for 
the system involved in the intense crau- 
ing for drugs. 


WHITE PANTHER FREED 

JACKSON, MICLIGAN—John Sinclair. 
founder of the radical White Panther 
Party, is free on bail after serving 28 
months of the ten-year prison sentence 
he received for giving two joints of 
marijuana to an undercover agent. The 
Michigan supreme court. authorized Sin- 
claiv's release after an intensive campaign 
by supporters and lawyers who charged 
that his prosecution was politically moti- 
valed. His conviction is being appealed 
on the ground that len years for two 


joints represents: cruel and unusual 
punishment 
EVEN KLANSMEN HAVE RIGHTS 


CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA—A4. Fed- 
eral court has ruled that a city clerk's 
constitutional rights of free speech and 
association were violated when he 
fired because of his affiliation wi 
the Ku Klux Klan. In his decision, the 
judge said, “Klansmen, like Negroes, are 
people. . . . They are not by virtuc 
of their Klan membership disqualified 
from holding public employment, any 
more than Presbyterians, Black Panthers 
or members of the United Daughters of 
the Confederacy. . The clerk, a 
legless veteran of the Korean. War and 
Grand Dragon of the state's К. K. K., was 
represented by an attorney [тот the 
American Civil Liberties Union. 


WHITE MAN'S BURDEN 
JOMANNESBURG, UNION OF SOUTH AFRICA 
—South African censors permit many 
movies to be seen only by whites, but 
а shortage of white ushereltes has cre- 
ated a need for theaters to hire girls 
who are “colored” (mixed race). The 
government has approved the following 
compromise: The mixed-race girls can 
be hired on the condition that they 
escort theater patrons from the lobby to 
their seats by means of flashlights direct- 
ed at the floor, and that they never look 
up al the screen. One member of parlia- 


ment who opposes the government's 
apartheid policy remarked, “If we 


racked our brains to think of a way to 
make ourselves look absurd in the eyes 
of the world, we couldn't do better than 
this one.” 


е just waiting for him to tell 
them what books to read, what pain 
to look at, what movies to se 
of this kind of intellectu 
elitism is both laughable and pathet 
It attacks freedom of expression on the 
grounds that standards of taste ought to 
be set by the intelligentsia, Tt. deplores 
any really popular vehicle of entert 
ment—as Sissman puts down PLayBoy— 
because it holds that makers of opinion 
ought to forcefeed approved values to 
the public rather than let the media 
satisfy the wants of their audience 
Fortunately, there is а healthy move 
ment afoot today to break down all dass 
distinctions—racial, sexual, political, so 
cial, economic or cultural. The appeal 
of rock music to so-called hi 
lowbrows alike exe 
does the indiscriminate mingli 
socially signifi- 
ound press. Not that 


ground press should be cultu 
however. Rather, if this movement. suc- 
ceeds, as 1 hope it will, the tast 
ntcllectual elite will fade away 
er and each 
himself. 


individual wi 


F. Lewis 
New York, New York 


CATS AND DOGS 

The state of Wisconsin still has a law 
on its books prohibiting unmarried per 
sons to indecent articles а 
prudish euphemism for birth-control de 
vices. Leading the fight ro kill a bill that 
would have changed this law, state sena- 
tor Joseph Lourigan, 70, announced that 
the “point is whether we are going to 
let the sex act be performed by unmarried 
persons. Amazing, the power fantasies 
some of these old wowsers have. 

Just to give you a notion of the intel 
ligence level of antzbirth-conuol forces 
in Wisconsin. here is another example 
of the wit and wisdom of Senator Louri- 


possess 


gan, as quoted in the Kenosha News 
Senator Joseph Lowrigan. D-Keno- 
sha, a Catholic, said passage of the 


bill would promote “Iree love and 
cars and dogs and everything else. 

None of us Catholi ng to 
impose our view on othe 
Lourigan said. "We 
keep the morality of the st 
it belongs. We have laws prohibiting 
sexual relations between anyone but 
nd wife. This bill would 
imalism." 


are 


promote a 


(Name withheld by request) 
Janesville, Wisconsin 


THE 19TH HOLE 
Infrequent practice in an atmosphere 
of secrecy will produce maximum sexual 
pleasure. Thi opinion seems to 
lin J. C. Hiller's 


letter in the December 1971 Playboy 


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PLAYBOY 


48 


Forum. 
of sex 10 goll (The Playboy Forum 
gust 1071) а 
T think—that the two sports have noth- 
ing in common except that both are 
“played with balls, а long. rodlike object 
and holes.” It seems obvious to me that, 


Hiller belitles my comparison 
Au- 
y 


эЧ declares—rather crudi 


regardless of what either game is played 
with, the more important fact is that 
both are played by human beings i 


pursuit of pleasure 
In pointing out the similarities be- 
n sex and other sports and arts. E 
don't wish to imply that the. enjovm 
of sex requires. Championship-level skill 
and performance. 1 would agree with 
Hiller that compulsiveness and тесі 
cal routine would take all the fui of 
intercourse, But why should anyone feel 
that doing it more means enjoying it 
lew when it comes to sex. if this is not 
true of any other human activity? 
Harry Celine 
New York, № 


ou 


York 


SEX AND THE SINGLES BAR 

The bachelor who hangs out in New 
York's East Side singles bars is being 
unrealistic when he bemoans the fac 
that most of the unattached young men 
and women he sees in those spots end 
up going home alone (The Playboy Fo. 
rum. December 1971). Fm a single wom- 

1 who lives in that same part of town, 
and 1 know the bar scene pretty well. In 
the first place. how often would а wom 
ın in her right mind want 10 share her 
aparunent, her bed and her anatomy 
with somebody she met an hour ago in 
bar? T don't think Tm especially par 
noid—certainly not when E compare my- 
self with the average New Yorker—but I 
don't even like to tell people my politi 
on that short an acquaintance, 

To be perfectly frank, T have t 
In the name of sexual Кон 
ako because T was drunk 
left singles 
on three t occasions, 
Turned. out the guy had а wife 


t know 
Once it 
honu 


while he watched and masturbated. L split 
that scene. The second time, L went home 
with a man who was perfectly charming 
wil he had screwed me, Then he sipped 
me, tossed my clothes at me and threw 
me out. The third time, T took the guy 
10 my place—l was vey drunk—and 
the nest g when T woke up. 1 
found he had absconded with my Wedg 
wood teapot. As it says in one of the 
James Bond books once is bad luck. 
twice is coincidence, three times is enemy 


аспон. Гуе decided that I can get all 
the intimacy D want with strangers by 


the subway during the rush. hour. 
(Name withheld by request) 
New York. New York 


vidi 


Tm not what the clown who 
complained about the lack of action in 
New York's singles bars was talking about, 


sure 


liberation and the sexu: 
Why do so many guys 
ly goal of sexual libe 
tion is anonymous screwing with 
decentlooking woman who crosses their 
path? That's not freedom, it's compulsion. 

In a sexually liberated society, one 
would doubtless be able to proposition 
every female he n d expect to have 
his olfer oL the 
fact. one сап proposition. ever 


freedom, 


but 


any 


meets right now. but he's likely to find 
Under 


of takers. 
freedom, 
the score, it would be 
d would. 


low 


very 


tevel 
stride 


nop occa 
lamentations like those of 
mous barly. The most 


ight to sty no, and 
n who believes that women should not 
bruise his tender feelings hy saying no 


10 him is not ready for a liberated 
society. 
Jim Davis 
ew York, New York 
SEX AND THE OLDER WOMAN 
Ia x on behalf of a group of 


nen in our 50s. We all had mar- 
ed until death ov divorce took our hus 
bands. None of us 1 geuing 
arried again, 
risks involved in picking up strange mei 
in bars: however, we're far from dead and 
have strong. unfulfilled sex drives. We 
think discreet, wellrun male houses of 
prostitution, in which th 
checked. regularly for 
would provide an accepi 

1 can imagine the sort 
this letter will elicit, but I assure you it 
took guts for us to put our feelings on 
paper, and we hope that someone w 
understand. 


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interested. 


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ble outlet for us 
I nasty cracks 


(Name withheld by request) 
Fou Worth, Texas 


STEPPING OUT FOR FUN AND SANITY 
I never thought Fd find myself advo- 


cating extramar bur thats. ex 
acily what J am doing. Here's my story 
For а while, my husband and I had a 


regular amd thoroughly enjoyable: sex 
relationship. Then I became pr 
ded that 1 was too fat a 
for him. Our lovemaking 
For some reason. his 
attitude persisted even after. our child 
was born: I overtures оп my 
part were coldly rebuffed. making me 
feel ugly. ashamed and totally unfeni 
nine. N isinglv. I became 


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awkward 
cca 


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any sexi 


The а friend. suggested 
that I pany her to а 
cocktail lounge, D was surprised to se 
several other uncscorted women there. 
and E was shocked when my friend ex 
plained that they were waiting to be 
picked up, Nevertheless. when 
approached and olfered to bu 


accon ashionable 


1 overcame 
accepted, I found I 
flattered by his 


my 


tention 


We wound up 
ina mon] room and. to my surprise and 
delight. 1 was still capable of aousi 
and posi s to a man’s passion. 
Meeting men in this way has become 
my only sexual outlet and is now 
regular part of my life from fe 
wilty. 1 fect like a whole person once 
md for the first t lon 
lc. I'm glad to be a woman. 
ely, I'm will 


me i 


1 10 my 


husband. He refuses to consider a di 
vorce. claimi he loves те, even 
though he won't give me half the ien 
derness 


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Сой for these 
would have been in 
long 


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(Name and address 
withheld by request) 


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ouples are paying a high price for 
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is correct in finding that religious funda 
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attitudes adjust better to marriage than 
couples with freer religious and mo 


outlooks (Forum soni, Decembe 
1971) The question Snider's research 
ses ds “What i Tm sure 


that a Mih Century European peasaut 
was more resigned to his lot in life tvm 
a modem American of equivalent. socio- 
economic station. Yer. Fd rather be dis 
ted and feel that T should demand 
е of life than a spot at the bou 
of the banel, Similarly, Snider may find 
that he marriages of liberalminded 
people ме more unstable and are less 
« bv certainties: however, ther 
ndings to a marriage. it seems to 
a divorce. Worst of all, I think. 
night be those bad or mediocre marriages 
thar last a depressing lifetime because the 
couple lack the strength to break up. 
"There's such a thing as divine discon 
Susan Phillips 
Boston, Massachusetts. 


THE FUTURE OF MARRIAGE 

An extended field trip delayed our rc 
sponse to Morton. Hunts August 1971 
riavaoy article, The Future of Marriage 
We were disappointed with his treatmci 
of the most innovative development in 
this institu oup mar 
joins а long and (sadly) dist 
of predecessors. in faili 
group mariages from communes, 
compounding confusion in an a 
confused ares 
The distinction 
Hunt's c 


ge. Hunt 


guished List 
is 
thus 
tren 


o distin; 


nylhing but pica 
nclusion that group mar 
back monog 


з to пие group marriages Havi 
sexual access 10 one's spouses in a group 
marriage is not the same as having sexual 


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access to one's neighbors in a commune. 
The marriages within most communes are 
monogamous, and even in communes with 
principle of free sexual access, we have 
found, on close examination, that rela- 
tionships are usually one to one at any 
given time. 

On the other 
years of research 


id, our two and a half 
eveals that most group 


arriages are urban or n set- 
ting. w ties to 
the established. communit the 


this is 
opposite of Hunt's assertion that “a rural 
and. semiprimitive agr. 
more congenial to group mariagi 
group n s wc studied average just 
over [our partners. They are signif- 
ı comm Those 
up average about a year and 
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MORALITY AND THE INDIAN 
Bill Barney, in the December 
Playboy Forum, 1 
alvage the bankrupt reputation of 
white Westen civilization.” He mistook 
the purpose of my September 1971 Fo- 
rum lever, which was twofold: to deplore 
the sentimental idealization ol op- 
pressed people such as American Indi 
ans and to point out the. perniciousness 


1971 
ys me for trying “to 


of the idea of y. 1 did not deni- 
grate Indians, nor did I deny that they 
suffered grievously at the hands of white 


Americans; furthermore, when Indians 
today make demands on the U.S. Gov- 
ernment, I applaud their cloris and will 
support them in any way I can. 

But 1 won't go on any breascbeating 
guilt wip, and 1 won't acknowledge that 
апу man, no matter how oppressed. 
my moral superior, because 1 believe 
that the whole ide: of morality ought to 
be junked. When I wrote t those who 
took this continent from the Indians 
were driven by а morality of their own, 
it was not to praise the despoilers. it was 
! out how ruthless people can be 
when they think God is on their side. 
ong today's 
revolutionaries. who think any act of 
terrorism is justified because they know 
theyre right 
Sometimes cynically, 
dulity. ih of good and evil have 
been used to motivate and to justily 
most of the great wars, mass murders 
and persecutions of history, including 
the rape of the North American conti- 
nent. As the philosopher Blaise Pascal so 


devastatingly observed: “Evil is never 
donc so thoroughly and so well as whe! 
it is done with а good conscience. 
George Brown 
Chicago, Шіпої 


GHETTOS AND STARVATION 

In your response to a letter titled 
ot and Starvation” (The Playboy Fo- 
rum, December 1971), you said, "Though 
young children are not yet starving 
mass’ in this great country of ours (out- 
side the ghettos), it could happen." Are 
we to inler from this that young chil- 
dren are starving “in mass" inside this 
country’s ghettos? If so, 1 would like to 
know just where this is taking place. 

Daniel D. Berger 
Milwaukee, Wisconsin 

In 1968, the Citizen? Board of In- 
quiry into Hunger estimated, after ten 
months of field inspections and public 
hearings, that 10,900,000 persons in this 
country have insufficient food—consere 
atively speaking. The С.В. Н. found 
309 “hunger districts” in 99 states where 
hunger could be said to have reached 
emergency proportions, The same year, 
Senator Joseph Clark of Pennsylvania 
charged that “no state is free of hun- 
ger,” and two years later, South Caroli- 
na's Senator Ernest. Hollings still found 
the situation grave enough to state, in a 
Good Housekeeping article, “hunger is 
the munberone problem in America 
today.” And by hunger, none of these 
observers means the discomfort experi- 
enced by overweight dicters, but rather 
an insufficient quantity or quality of food 
to sustain health—in short, starvation. 

It may be hard to believe that staro- 
ing people exist in this, the richest of all 
nations. But it is only incredible if one 
has never acquainted himself with the 
realities of slum life and tends to think 
of the poor as statistics rather than 
flesh-and-blood humans. The fact is that 
there ате millions of people here for 
whom extreme, debilitating hunger is a 
constant companion, and they can be 
found, to answer your question, in 
the ghettos and rural arcas. inhabited 
by the poor in every stale of the nation. 


THE NAVY VS. THE OCEAN 
For five days, our Marine company 
board а U.S. Navy ship conducting 
mphibious landing operations and 
smallcaft training. On two days, the 
amed three to five miles out to 
sea on garbage runs. For two hours each 
day, 20 to 30 seamen dumped trash 
overboard, They tossed literally tons of 


tash, paper bags plastic card- 
board boxes and Imge paper bundles 
filled with all kinds of junk overboard 
to drift aimlessly in the sea, Beer cans, 


soda cans, bottles, papers, food remnants 
fiom the galley and other waste floated 
in а spreading trail that stretched out 
behind the ship as far as one could sce. 
No attempt was made to limit the 


Jitter to one area; no attempt was made 


10 bum the trash or to sink it. The 
captain of the ship told us that this 
dumping is necessary and that it is а 


common practice throughout the Navy. 

We [eel that this is a deplorable prac- 
tice, totally inconsistent with recent 
national efforts to clean up our environ- 
ment. We are not alarmists nor people 
obsessed with ecology as a fashionable 
sne: we are conventional Americans 
who enjoy dean, natural surroundings 
and we are writing in the hope tha 
calling public attention to this situation 
will lead ro something being done to 
rectify it. 


Ist Lt. James C, Windham 
Ist Lt. James N. Pepper 
San Clemente, California 
Using the ocean as if it were а bottom- 
less garbage pit сап have hideous conse- 
quences. Thor Heyerdahl, who sailed 
the Atlantic Ocean on his papyrus boat, 
Ra, reported that vast stretches of the 
sea, hundreds of miles from the nearest 
land, weve covered with floating trash 
and oil particles. Warned Heyerdahl: 
“Modern man seems to believe that he can 
gel cverything he necds from the corner 
drugstore. He doesn't understand that 
everything has a source in the land 
or sea, and that he must respect those 
sources.” The U.S., at least, pays lip 
service to the problem of pollution at sea. 
According to the Осе of Pollution 
Control of the Department of the Navy, 
no oil or trash of any kind is to be 
thrown overboard within 30 miles of 
any coastline; the limit for dumping 
garbage is 12. The Navy is also investi- 
gating the purchase of incinerators and 
compactors for shipboard use. The trou- 
ble lies not so much with garbage, which 
is consumed by fish and birds long be- 
fore it could wash up on any conceiu- 
able shore, nor with trash, which could 
be incinerated, nor with cans, which 
could be compacted for recycling back 
in port. The real problem lies with oil 
dumping. the throwing overboard of 
nonbiodegradable items such as plastic 
bottles and the type of mind that dis- 
misses any pollution on the grounds that 
since it’s always been “common prac- 
tice: 


il should remain so. 


WHO STARTS VIOLENCE? 

Wi ard to the many riots oi 
campuses and in the cities throughout 
this country, I am appalled to hear so 
imed at the forces that 
ave employed to stop the devastation. 
Has no one looked at the sequence of 
g these disturbances? 
en the first 
picks up the first rock. 
justification on earth for this act. If the 
miscreant mi s to break a window 
and people around him prevail upon 
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putting an end to his commision of 
misdemeanors? H. on the other hand, he 
manages to agitate others to join him 
and damage a building, are the police 
wrong to tike action to prevent this? 
у. Robert Logan 
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Serious debate in this country does 
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THE KENT STATE MASSACRE 

1 share Peter Davies’ concern about 
what happened at Kent State University 
(The Playboy Forum, December 1971) 
1 disagree, however. with his claim that 
а grand jury should investigate this inci- 
dent and that the people must decide 
whether or not justice has been se 
No justice on carth is going to bring 
those four students back, and an investi 
gation will probably drag on for years 
without conclusive results. To pursue 
the mater further in that direction 
is only to seek vengeance for the 
four deaths, Rather, let the memory 
of those students serve as а painful re 
minder of the need 10 keep history from 
repeating 
studies of this trigedy to 
s of preven 
happening again. 


ed. 


ell, and ler us devote our 
arching for 
such а thing from 


George Fraat 
Kent. О! 


The spirit of vengeance has already 


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the disorders. Only five of these persons 
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Federal grand-jury investigation has been 
called for, not only by Peter Davics but 
also by the families of the four victims 
(see next letter) as well as the 10,380 
signers of а petition presented to Presi- 
dent Nixon. by Kent State students 
and faculty. The knowledge that might 
prevent future tragedies is locked in 
the minds of those who perpetrated the 
massacre. Just what moved them to fire 
with intent to kill upon a nonthreat- 
ening group of students at a distance of 
100 yard? The answer might come to 
light at grand-jury hearings or a trial. 
Furthermore, by not pursuing the matter 
further, the Government appears to con- 
done the use of excessive force in such 
situations. Even though Massachusetts 
was under British rule а the time of the 
Boston Massacre, the soldiers who did the 
shooting had to stand trial and two of 
them were actually punished. Our own 
Government seems less scrupulous about 
homicide than the 18th. Century tyrants 
against whom our forefathers rebelled. 


І ат an attorney representing the 
family of Jeffrey Miller, one of the four 
students Killed at Kent State University 
in May 1970. The injustice of Attorney 
Gener John N. Mitchell's refusal to 
bring cvidence before any Federal grand 
jury on the Kent State incident prompt- 
ed me to make the following points in 
am article published in The New York 
Times 


* Four unarmed students were 
killed at Kent State, the nearest 
being 270 feet, the others over 300 
fect from. the Nine 
others we 

* No snipers fired at the Guards- 
men. 

* The FBI found that the claim 
by the National Guardsmen that 
their lives were endangered by the 
students was fabricated subsequent 
to the суспі. 

+ Omthescene photographs show 
папу riflemen taking  deaddevel 
aim and firing. This is living proof 
ment to kill. Military stai 
ing procedure mandates to 
soldiers: "Never shoot a person un- 
less you aim to shoot to kill 
ene photographs show 
proceeded to higher 
they wheeled around, al- 
simultancously; many took 


most 
dead-level aim with their rifles, al- 
most simultancously; one sergeant 


imed straight ahead with a .45-cali 
ber handgun, almost simultaneous- 
ly; 28 rillemen fired 61 shots within 
13 seconds at human targets in an 
a 300 [cet away—almost simulta- 
neously. 


The American public has a right to 
know whether or not the four young 
people who died at Kent State were the 


victims of a premed 
ish the stude 


to pun- 
The Pres- 


y. u капи ай. REE 
How can this be so and yet no effort he 
made to prosecute? My own discussions 
with countless young people 
almost unanimous [celi of 
tion and disillusionment with the medi 
inadequate coverage of the Kent State 
case. | do hope rrAvnov will continue to 
publicize this stor 


Joseph Kelner 
New York, New York 


GUILT BY ASSOCIATION 

I was appalled to find the following 
question on a form sent to me by the 
U.S. Civil Service Commission about a 
former student of mine who had gi 
my name as a reference: 


г knowledge docs this per- 
as he associated 
n whose loyalty to 
the U tes is questionable or 
who belongs to any organization of 
the type described in (B) above? 


Section B of the question теѓе 
€ organization 
у nization that advocates 
ng or altering our Constitu- 
tional form of Government by force or 
other illegal means.” 

The technique of condemning а per- 
son be е of his friends or acquaint- 
ances typified the Joe McCarthy era and 
is a standard practice of totalitarian 
regimes. Its use in this country jeopard- 
izes the survival of democracy. 1 wrote 
to Senator George McGovern objecting 
strongly to the appearance of this type 
of question on Gov nt forms. К 
bell Johnson. director of the Bureau of 
Personnel Investigations of the Ci 
Service Commission, replied to a query 
by Senator McGovern that the form is 
being replaced with one that climinates 
the offensive question and which will go 
into use shortly. 

I'm still wondering how large is the 
supply of old forms, how i 
the replacement. will be and how 
other Government forms make th 
quiry. We will never achiev 
democracy if such insulating pola 
persists. 

Robert D. Mabbs, Director 
Community Development and 
Social Work Education Program 
Augustana College 
Falls College 
alls, South Dakota 


ization 


Sio 


CIVILIAN DEFENSE FOR SERVICEMEN. 

I'm facing a court-martial for 
to obey an order that I conside 
illegal. One of my buddies said he heard 
that there's a group of civil 
here in Vietnam who will help defend 
GIs like me. Since military lawyers are 


reputed to be more concerned about the 
Army's interests than those of their 
nts, I'm writing to PLAYBOY in the 
hope that you've heard about these law 
yers and will be able to tell me how to 
contact them. 
(Name withheld by request) 
APO San Francisco, California 
You're probably referring to the Law. 
yers Mililary Defense Committee, а 
group that was formed in the summer of 
1970 and since that time has helped over 
700 Servicemen with thing from 
applications for discharge {о general 
courts-marlial for fragging. The commit. 
tee received a grant from the Playboy 
Foundation in 1971. You can contact 
them at their office at 203 Tu Da Street, 
Room 14, Saigon, South Vietnam, or in 
the U. S. at their headquarters at Langdell 
Hall, Cambridge, Massachusetts 02138. 


PERMANENT CRIMINAL RECORDS 

A bill to expunge certain criminal 
records has failed to pass the Maryland 
assembly by a relatively narrow margin. 


Prospective employers. The short answer 
to this is that employers should not be 
such questions in the first place. 
employment information would 
still be available from previous employ- 
ers or other references and such infor- 
mation is far more pertinent than dati 
pertaining to an arrest or a chance en- 
counter with the law. 


e made solely 
police of- 
ry indictment 


on the initiative of i 
ficers, where no gra 
or prelimi 
dispassion ation of probable 
guilt, all records of the arrest should be 
destroyed immediately upon the acquit- 
tal of the defendant or upon the failure 
of evidence against him. In other cascs, 
the records should be expunged com. 
pletely after ап appropriate passage of 
time. Permanent records of this sort 
handicap people for the rest of their 
lives. 

1, for one, hope the Maryland bill will 
be reintroduced before а more cnlight- 
ened assembly and that this time it w 
be enacted. 


Frank Matthews. 
Bladensburg, Mary 


nd 


THE COST OF ONE ARREST 

The following excerpts from а Wash- 
ington Post editorial have my complete 
endorsem 


Judge Gerhard A, Gesell struck a 
blow for humanism as well as for 
simple justice when he ruled re- 
cently hat the FBI must put an 
end to its indiscriminate dissemina- 
on of individual arrest records. 
"These may still be made available to 
agencies of the Federal Government 
and for genuine law-enforcement 


purposes outside the Federal Gover 
ment. But the past practice of letting 
hanks, private employers and others 
easy access to them must be 
discontinued, the judge said, in the 
interest of fairness and decency. Care- 
less use of these records, he said, 
^ y inhibit freedom to speak, 
to work and to move about in this 


land. 

If а man is arrested and subse- 
quently adjudged wholly innocent 
of the offense for which the ar- 
rest was made, surely his record 
ought to be as [ree from blemish as il 
he had never been accused at all, We 
wish that such tion could be 
wholly expunged from the record 
And even when his past guilt or 
mocence has heen left unresolved, 
would be preferable to let hi 


alor: 


have the benefit of doubt. Ob- 
livion has its virtues no less than 
recollection. We share Judge Ge- 


with 
ion, 
erve 


sell’s humane feeling that, 
the development of computeri 
there is “a pressing need to pr 
and redefine aspects of the right of 
privacy to inswe the basic freedoms 
guaranteed by this democracy.” 


There is much more reform needed in 
П ca. | have seen my son's one 
indiscretion of high school days rise up 
repeatedly and destroy social and em- 
ployment opportunities, nullifying years 


of expensive higher education. When a 
person hasn't committed а 


пу new offense, 
s arrest record be de 
ı certain period 


why shouldn't 
stroyed entirely. aft 
of time? 


(Name withheld by request) 
Washington, D. C. 


LET THE VICTIMS SPEAK 


1 recently saw some 1970 issues of 


praynoy and was very stirred by the 
debate about electro-convulsive therapy 
in several installments of The Playboy 


Forum. Having been through this tor- 
ture myself, 1 agree with the ex-patients 
who denounced it and 1 completely dis- 
trust the psychiatrists who defended it; 
however, 1 am glad that you published 
both sides. In almost all official investi- 
gations, the victim is never allowed to 
talk. No ordinary woman was allowed to 
sty anything during the Senate hearings 
оп the oral contraceptive and when one 
mied to speak, she was ruled out of 
order; the only female testimony came 
from fe le М. D.'s, who spoke for their 
profession—the profession. that was be- 

i ted. Similarly, the poor nev- 
er get a chance to comment оп poverty 
ms and educational conferences 
not invite dropouts to come and 
in why they found the schools 
ble. And, of course, 


do 


psychia invest 


and мате off 


its ng psychiatrists 


ls checking other state 


officials; what the patients have t0 say is 
irrelevant and immaterial. 

The only way to learn the truth 
any social problem is to let the vi 
spcak in reply to their exploiters. 

(Name withheld by request) 
Los Angeles, California 


bout 


LAW VS. DISORDER 

Thanks 10 PLavnoy’s openly favoring 
the legalization of everything from ma 
juana to homo: ity, and thanks also 
to à Supreme Court that has completely 
undermined our system of criminal jus- 
tice by making it impossible for police 
to conduct an effective investigation, the 
murderers of a six-year-old girl are still 
roaming the streets of our town, One of 
the alleged killers, a boy of 16, has spent 
almost his entire life committing one 
sexual offense after another but has nev- 
er been confined for more than peremp- 
tory psychological care. Why? Because 
our Alabama courts are afraid of crit 
cism by the liberal press, such as The 
New York Times, and because people 
like Hugh Hefner are constantly sa 
ing about the rights of the accused. 

What about the rights of the v 
As the father of a five-year-old gil, 1 
am incensed that child murderers are 
allowed total freedom of action while the 
local police and the FBI stand by, help- 
lesly muttering about circumstantial 
evidence. As а concerned citizen and f. 
ther, I have attempted to arouse ou 
townspeople to unilateral action 
no avail. Lawlessness, through 
maiden humanitarianism, has g 
strong а foothold—even in ihe Deep 
South, America's last bastion of decency 
and order. 

Incidentally. as one who holds a 
degree in statistics, 1 have done some re- 
rch on the supposed fairness of your 
magazine, and it may interest you to know 


but to 


percent of all the letters you have pub- 
lished espouse your point of view, seven 
percent are marginal and only 11 percent 


a ply opposed to the vari- 
ous tenets of The Playboy Philosophy. 
Charl i 


You accuse PLAYBOY, The New York 
Times, the Supreme Court and anyone 
else who has cver expressed concern for 
duc process of law of fomenting a 
spirit of lawlessness and disorder; then, 
in the next breath, you state that you 
have advocated what you term unilateral 
action to deal with a boy who is alleged 
to be a killer on the basis of evidence that 
is considered circumstantial by both the 
local police and the FBI. You further 
suggest thal the absence of more substan- 
tial evidence is the fault of a liberal 
Supreme Court that has made it “impos- 
sible for police to conduct an effective 
ignoring the fact that 
effective investigating is exactly what the 


investigation,” 


courts have tried to get police to do by 
refusing to admit hearsay evidence and 
extorted confessions. 

You're implying that any failure by 
the authorities lo act in a manner that 
satisfies you justifies your taking the law 
into your own hands and ignoring rights 
guaranteed by the U.S. Constitution 
(not by us or by The New York Times) 
lo persons accused of crimes, These 
rights, including the rights to a fair and 
impartial trial and to а competent legal 
defense, are Constitutionally protected 
because the accused are sometimes inno- 
cent. Forgetting that fact, and willfully 
taking the risk of condemning ап inno- 
cent person, is the real threat to the 
decency and order that you cherish. If a 
private citizen can impose his personal 
notions of justice on persons whose guilt 
has been established by nothing more 
convincing than intuition, then law and 
order belong only to those with the 
fastest guns and the ruthlessness to use 
them. 


As far your comments on the balance 
of the letters in the “Forum” we haven't 
done a pro-and-con count, but we'll take 
your word that fewer oppose us than sup- 
port us. Obviously, regular readers of 
Avmov lend (o be more sympathetic 
than antipathetic to our attitudes, and 
our column does reflect the spectrum of 
opinions received in the mail cach month. 
In any case, nol playing numbers games, 
we don't believe that the quantity of let- 
ters on a particular point of view is as 
important as the fact that all points of 
view are represented—as they are. 


QUEER-KILLING LICENSE 
1 delending that teenager 
h vow described in the December 
1971 Forum Newsfront tried to excuse 
the crime by asserting that the murdi 
victim had made homosexual advance 
Іѕп that а pity? Had the boy nev 
heard of the words “No, thank you"? 

‘The murder of our people must end. 
H it takes the clecrocution of а 15-усаг- 
old (which is unlikely, unfortunately, 
because of the national de facto mora- 
torium on ecutions), that is a small 
price to pay. Thousands of our people 
have been murdered and continue to be 
murdered by overreacting hetero bigots. 
We save our tears for them. 

That the state of Ar 
the idea 
license 


asas 
that 
is welcome 


y have 
invalidated there's а 
quecr-killing 
We appland. As for the murderers: 
you bastards! 
L. Craig Schoonmake 
Homosexuals Intransi 
New York, New York. 

You sound enger to pull the switch 
yourself—czidence that the experience of 
oppression is rarely. ennobling. In. your 
frenzy, you've jumped to а wrong conclu 
sion. The boy's offense would have bı 
punished less severely had the murdered 


news. 


ys 


President 
nt 


en 


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man been proved a homoses 
quees-killing license still exists. The 
А 

tors as saying of the victim, “If we had 
decided he was а homo, we wouldn't have 
sought the death penalty.” It seems to 
us theres a distinct resemblance between 
the mentality that advocates clectroculing 
а 13-year-old boy and the mentality 
that has condoned the persecution—and 
often killing—of homosexuals for thou- 
sands of years: 


Kan- 
s City Times quotes one of the prosecu- 


NO FUNNY STUFF IN MIAMI BARS 

If you happen to be gay, you'd beter 
be careful where you go to s your 
thirst in Miami. The citys finest re- 
led а local bar for no apparent 
ason other than to homosex- 
Is. As the police w 
dothesman at iano bar took th 
microphone from the singer and an- 
iunced. that anyone who did not leave 
immediately would he arrested. Six people 
wore then taken imo custody, including 
one patron who was charged with 
а homosexual drunk in a bar” A 
who had entered the place with 


cently 


being 
her 
niece 


shortly belore the raid began, was charged 
with “indecent behavior in а bar.” The 
other four were employees who allegedly 


had. vie 
serving 


ated Miami's unique law 
alcohol to homosexual 


Miami's police chief asserted (d 
depanment has no particular 
regarding homosexual bars 
"There's no concerted effort” involved 


here. no harassment.” E doubt whether the 
wes will comfort the bars 


chiefs assu 


owners, who have already lost nearly hall 
their business due to the unfavorable 
publicity. 

Ata time when Miami's crime rate is 
rising at an appallingly rapid rate, with 
violent crime such as rape and murder 

place in the dow 
doesn't it seem absurd 1o have seven 


police olficers waste an eve 
ing homosext 


ing h 


by request) 


THE MEANING OF М5. 
А woman executive employed by а com 
lı which we do business has beg 
letters Ms. Vd been in the 
dressing the woman as Miss, 
h she is, and when I saw her, E 
about the new designation, She 
hostile. however, so I dropped 
the subject. I know vaguely what Ms. is 
supposed to denote. but I'm not sure of 
its precise meaning. You did a witty put- 
down of the Ms. business in the December 
71 Forum. but Fd appreciate a suaight, 
serious response this tim 

Frank Malcolm 

Seattle, Washington 
Ms. is а substitute for Miss and Mrs. 
This idea is that since Mr. conceals the 
male's marital status, the same should 
be doue for women. Actually, this serves 


а useful purpose in business correspond- 
ence, since letters from women rarely re- 
veal how the reply is to be addressed. Ms, 
solves this dilemma. In any case, we be- 
lieve that a person has the right to ask to 
be called whatever he or she would like 

That's as much praise as we can offer. 
faint as it is, because otherwise the Ms. 
idea strikes us as one more of those seman- 
tic teapot tempests with which reformist 
movements tend to get involved. Somehow 
they seem to think that the changing of 
words will magically change the quality 
of their lives, There's not much evidence 
to support this thesis. What's more, the 
women's lib leaders pushing this reform 
don't seem to want lo айти thal a sub- 
stantial percentage of married. women— 
probably томате happy to be known 
ах Mrs. And we suspect that many single 
omen want lo be known as Miss so that 
теп will be aware they're available. In- 
deed, we think knowing whether or not 
a person is married provides useful in 
formation about that person, and иса 
be soriy to see that handle obliterated. 1| 
И weren't so much trouble, in [ael, we'd 
propose that a distinction be added to 
men’s names rather than subtracted from 
women's: Why not call men Mist and 
Mister (MUL and Mr.) to parallel Miss 
and Mis, But there ave more important 
things ta worry about. Seriously 


Your response to Trudy Drucker's let- 
ter was unjustifiably scornful. Changing 
one's name to Ralph would not elimina 
sexism in nomenclature; your suggest 
merely rellects the time-honored n 


that the male represents the entire lı 
race. 
Ms. P. J. Crowley 
Webster Groves, Missouri 
1 wish the editors of rLayuoy could 
have been in our home the day I read 


yo sc to Ms. Trudy Drucker (or 
h now), the Pu. (person) who 
icked the Т Mrs, as sexist 


and dis 


ng ovation 
«c my wedding day, it has 
pleasure for me to be called 


е he introduces me as 
Mis. Swenson, Now Ms Drucker de- 
mands that this tide be eliminated fom 
the language. Let her call herself. what- 
ever she cares to, but must we all be sid- 
ded with the results of her campaign? 


DOMINICAN DIVORCE 

Some of the vaguely worded news re- 
ports on the Dominicam Republic's recent- 
acted divorce law apparently led you 
n the October 1971 Forum News- 
mt that the law indu 
residency req 
- The law does not requi 


a one-week 
is not the 
y period 


ca 


the appearing spouse, 
Lof the date 


same day 
aply provides that foreigners 
and nonresident citizens may divorce by 
mutual consent, provided at least one 
ty is present at the hearing and the 
is represented by а person who has 
been granted power of attorney to act on 
behalf of the absent spouse, and that both 
p: ve to gra 
tence to a Dominican judge of the first 
istance, 

José Antonio-Martinez 

Attorney at Law 

Sanio Domingi 


s expressly a 


t compe 


Don 


nicin Republic 


WOMEN IN MEDICINE 

The male orientation of the U. S. medi- 
cal prolession adversely affects the quality 
of medical cure for society im general 


ul lor women in particular. Needless 
surgery on а and children is de 
istrably more frequent in the U.S, 


n ii tries with less biased medi 
school admissions policies. It is nor 
only шасту that women need the 
support and insight of women physici 
for in other ical practice. 
poor communication. between physici: 
amd females as patiems or p. 
abridges to some extent their righ 
formed consent. The American Med 
cal Association's suppression of the Food 
and Drug Administration's cflorts to cd 
сме women concerning the pill's side 
effects reflects. the patriarchal attitudes 

in medicine's centers of power 


coui 


A sex quota at tix-subsidived U.S. 
medicil schools has been operating tor 
decades, Medical schools, virtua 
to all but about 38 percent of the avail 
able population, accept mediocre 
plicants fr а priv 
preference 10 superior 
among women 
number of women applicants to medica 
schools has increased over 300 percent 
during the past 38 years: the number of 
male applicants has incre: 
сеш. Yet the proportion of women ac 
cepted duri 


g this period of 


fallen, de w clearly that 

ses-biased admission policies that 

the number of U.S. women doctors. 
Male educators argue that equal. pro 

portions of m re rejected 

by medical schools tially. How 


14,000. men) 
ise of their se 


(about 700 compared. with 
are annually rejected be 

Maryland 
cause for р 
Hart, t to the 1971 
Health Manpower Training Act cstab- 

hes for the first time women's rigi 


whose amendme 


equal admission criteria at U.S. medical 
schools. Americans must now pursue 
their daughters’ legal right to equal op- 
portunity for medical edi Only 
ng can we ensure that womei 


. phy: 
ances $. Norris, M. D. 
Women's Equity Action. League 
Chevy Chase, Maryland 


v to read the letter 
from Dr. H . Kaplan prote 
the preji ı1 schools 
female students (The Playboy 
December 1071). I am beginning to 
send applications to medical schools 
have already been told. “Youre а wom- 
an, so you'll never make it.” Perhaps 
appl of qu 
about the applic nd were com 
pleted with Jast name and initials only, 
i ion would 


T was very 


ions 


as well as single males are 
nto medical schools These 
schools reject single women because they 

y mary and married women because 

may get pregnant. И seems as if 
males have their sexual freedom, where 
a woman medical student is almost 
forced to take a vow of celibacy. ‘The 
fact is that a woman today seldom be 
comes pregnant unless she wants to, and 
il а woman should become pregnani 
while medical school. she 
could be given a leave of absence and 
the opportunity to continue her trainin 
later. 

I shudder to think that because I am 
a woman, T might nor be allowed to 
pursue my vocation. I believe I can be a 
physician and have a family, 
will be totally dedicated to my ра 
my husband and my c 


DEFORMED FETUSES 

Dr. Emanuel M. Greenbe 
cules genetic screening to identify poten- 
tially defective fetuses so that they can 
be aborted (The Playboy Forum. Di 
cember 1971), has apparently never had 
ın imperfect child. My husband and I 
have: а lovely, bright boy who was bi 
E laciakoral deft so severe 
successtul therapy may take 
as 20 y If Dr. Greenberg had his 
way, we or the state would have had our 
son abored. Yet | am sure that Ihe 
child, had he the understanding at the 
time, still would have chosen to be born. 
Though we did indeed “spew him forth 
o а hostile er 


who advo 


that our love 
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am wes SAUL ALINSKY 


a candid conversation with the feisty radical organizer 


For the past 35 years, the American 
establishment has come under relentless 
attack from a bespectacled, conservatively 
dressed community organizer who looks 
like an accountant and talks like а steve- 
dene. According to The New York Times. 
Sanl Alinsky "is hated and feared in high 
places from coast to coast” Jor being “a 
major force in the revolution of power- 
less pcople—indeed, he is emerging as a 
movement unto. himsel And a Time 
magazine essay concluded that “it is not 
too much io argue that American democ- 
тасу is being altered by Aliusky's ideas. 

in the course of nearly four decades 
of organizing the poor for radical social 
action, Alinsky has made many enemies, 
but he has alio won the respect, however 
grudging, of a disparate array of pub- 
lic figures: French philosopher Jacques 
Maritain has called him “one of the few 
really great men of this century,” and 
even William Bu у. Jr. a bitter ideo- 
logical foe, has admitied that “Alinsky is 
hehe formidable, and very close to be- 
ing an organizational genius" He was 
preceded by his reputation on а recent 
tony of Asia, where he was hailed by 
political and student leaders from To- 
hyo to Singapore as the one American 
ith concrete revolutionary lessons for 
the impoverished Third World. 

Not bad for а slum kid from the 
South Side of Chicago, where he was 
born on January 30, 1909. After working 


“The middle class actually feels more de- 
feated and lost today on a wide range of 
issues than the poor do. And this creates 
а situation that's supercharged with both 
opportunity and danger." 


his way through the University of Chi- 
cago, Alinsky attended graduate school 
for two years, then dropped out to work 
as an Illinois state criminologist. In the 
mid Thirties, as a side line, he began to 
iork ay an oi izer with the then-radival 
CALO., in which he soon became a close 
friend and aide to John E. Lewis. Then, 
in 1939, he phased himselj out of active 
participation in the labor movement and. 
into the role of community organizer, 
starling in his back yard—the 
Chicago slums. His efforts to turn seat- 
tered, voiceless discontent into a united 
protest aroused the admiration of then- 
Ilinois mov Adlai E. Stevenson, who 

s айту “most faithfully re- 
fleet our ideals of brotherhood, tolerance, 
charity and the dignity of the individual.” 
In 1910, Alinsky elicited a 
gant from liberal millionaire Marshall 
Field IH, who provided funds to estab- 
lish the Industrial Areas Foundation, 
which has remained Alinsky’s primary 
base of operation. Throughout the next 
decade, with Field's financial backing, 
Alinsky repeated his initial success in a 
wore of slum communities across the 
nation, fiom Kansas City and Detroit to 
the barrios of Southern California. 

In the Fifties, he lurned his attention 
to the black ghetto, and again began in 
Chicago. His actions quickly carned the 
enmity of Mayor Richard J. Daley 


own 


generous 


“America isn’t Russia in 1917 or China in 
1946, and any violent head-on collision 
h the power structure will only ensure 
the mass suicide of the left and the prob- 
able triumph of domestic fascism.” 


(who, while remaining firmly opposed 
lo Alinskys methods over the years. 
recently conceded that “Alinsky loves Chi- 
cago the same as 1 do”), He also redow 
bled his travel schedule as an “outside 
agitator.” After long but successful strug 
gles in New York State and a dozen 
different trouble spots around the coun- 
try, he flew to the West Coast, at the 
request of the Bay Area Presbyterian 
Churches. to organize the black 
in Oakland, California. Hearing of his 
plans, the panicstricken Oakland. City 
Council promptly introduced a resolution 
banning him from the city, and an 
amendment by one councilman to send 
him а 50-foot length of rope with which 
to hang himself was carried. overwhelm- 
ingly, (Alinsky responded by mailing 
the council a box of diapess.) When 
Oakland police threatened to arrest him 
if he entered the city limits, he crossed 
the Bay Bridge with a small band of 
reporters and TV cameramen, armed 
only with a birth certificate and a U.S. 
passport. “The welcoming committee of 
Oakland police looked and felt pretty 
silly,” Alinsky fondly recalls. Oakland 
was forced to back down, und Alinsky 
established а local all-black organization 
to fight the establishment. 

By the lute Sis Minsky was leav- 
ing most of the field wo 
and 
nily 


des, 


to his aides 
concentrating on training commu 
organizers through the Industrial 


“Lue been fighting the system since 1 was 
seven or eight, I was the kind of kid who'd 
never dicam of walking on the grass until 
Ра sec а KEEP OFF THE GRASS sign; then 
Га stomp all over it.” 


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PLAYBOY 


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Areas Foundation Training Institute, 
which he calls a “school for professional 
radicals” Funded principally by a foun- 
dation grani from Midas Muffler, the 
school aims at turning out 25 skilled or- 
ganizers annually to work in black and 
white communities across the nation. 
“Just think of all the hell we've kicked 
up around the country with only four or 
five full-time organ Alinsky told 
newsmen at Lhe school's opening session. 
“Things will really move now." 

He was right—if his subsequent. suc- 
cess as а radical organizer can be meas- 
ured by the degree of opposition and 
exasperation he aroused among the 
guardians of the status quo. A conserva- 
tive church journal wrote that “it is im- 
possible to follow both Jesus Christ and 
Saul Alinsky.” Barron's, the business 
weekly, took that odd logic a step further 
and charged that Alinsky “has a record of 
affiliation with Communist fronts and 
causes.” And а top Office of Economic. 
Opportunity official, Hyman Bookbinder, 
characterized Alinshy’s attacks оп the 
antipoverly program (for “welfare colo- 
nialism”) as “outrageously false, ignorant, 
intemperate headline-seeking.” 

Perhaps the one achievement of his 
lije that has drawn almost universally. 
favorable response was the publication 
of his new book, “Rules for Radicals,” 
which has received. glowing reviews in 
practically every newspaper and maga- 
zine in the country. To show his staff 
exacily how he felt about all this unac- 
customed approbation, he called them. 
in to say, “Don’t worry, boys, we'll 
weather this storm of approval and 
соте out as hated as ever.” Н provided 
Alinsky with some consolation that the 
book provoked a hostile reaction in at 
least one major city—his own, The Chi- 
cago Tribune grecied the publication of 
“Rules for Radicals” with a lead edito- 
rial headlined "ALINSKY'S АТ TT. AGAIN” 
and concluded: “Rubbing raw the sores of 
discontent may be jolly good [ип for 
him, but we are unable to regard it as a 
contribution lo social betterment. The 
country has enough problems of the 
insoluble sort as things are without 
working up new ones Jor no discernible 
purpose except Alinsky's amusement.” 
To which Alinsky responded: “The es- 
tablishment can accept being screwed, 
but not being laughed at. What bugs 
them most about me is that unlike hu- 
morless radicals, I have a hell of a good 
time doing what I'm doing.” 

To find out more about why Alinsky 
is doing what he’s doing, and to probe 
the private complexities of the public 
man, PLAYBOY sent Eric Norden to in- 
terview hin. The job, Norden soon 
discovered, was jar [vom casy: “The prob- 
lem was that Alinsky's schedule is enough 
to drive a professional athlete to a rest 
home, and he seems to thrive on й. I 
accompanied him from the East Coast 
to the West and into Canada, snatching 


lape sessions on planes, in cars and at 
airport cocktail lounges between strategy 
sessions with his local organizers, which 
were more like military briefings than 
bull sessions. My first meeting with him 
was in TWA's Ambassador Lounge al 
Chicago's O'Hare Airport. He was 
dressed im а navy-bluc blazer, button- 
down oxford shirt and black knit tie. 
His first words were a growled order for 
Scotch on the rocks; his voice was flat 
and gravelly, and I found it easier to 
picture him twisting arms to win Gar- 
ment District contracts than organizing 
ghettos. As we traveled together and 1 
struggled to match his pace, I soon 
learned that he is, if nothing else, an 
original. (Alinsky io stewardess: "Will 
you please tell the captain 1 don’t give a 
fuck what our wind velocity is, and ask 
him to keep his trap shut so I can get 
some work done?) 

“Nat Hentoff wrote last year, ‘Al 62, 
Saul is the youngest man I've met in 
years, and Г could scc what he meant. 
There is a tremendous vitality about 
Alinsky, а raw, combative ebullience, and 
a consuming curiosity about everything 
and everyone around him. Add to this a 
mordant wit, a monumental ego coupled 
with an ability to laugh at himself and 
the world in general, and you begin to 
get the measure of the man, 

“And yet—late at night, in a Milwau- 
hee motel room, his face was gray, hag- 
gard and for once he shawed the day's 
ioll (three cities, two speeches, endless 
press conferences and strategy sessions). 
А vague sadness hung around him, as if 
some barrier had broken down, and he 
began to talk—off the record—about ull 
the people he's loved. who have died. 
There were many, and they seemed. 
closer at night, їп airport Holiday Inn 
rooms, sleeping alone with the air condi- 
tioner turned high lo drown ош the 
roar of the planes. He talked on for an 
hour, fell abruptly silent for a minute, 
then sprang to his fect and headed for 
the door. ‘We'll really fuck "em tomor- 
row! The race was on again” 

Norden began the interview by as 
Alinsky about his latest and most ambi- 
tious campaign: to organize nothing less 
than America’s white middle class. 


PLAYBOY: Mobili: 


ing middle-class Ameri- 
would scem quite a departure for you 
after years of working with poverty- 
stricken. black and white slum dwellers. 
Do you expect suburbia to prove fertile 
ground for your organizational talents? 

ALINSKY: Yes, and it’s shaping up as the 
most challenging fight of my carcer— 
nd certainly the one with the highest 
5 Remember, people are people 
whether they're living in ghettos, те 
ms or barrios, and the suburbs are 
just another kind of reservation—a gild- 
ed ghetto, One thing I've come to realize 
is that amy positive action for radical 
social change will have to be focused on 


the white middle class, for the simple 
reason that this is where the real power 
s. Today, three fourths of our popula- 
tion is middle class, either through ac 
tual earning power or through value 
identification, Take the  lower-lower 
middle cl: the blue-collar or hard-hat 
group; there you've got over 70.000.000 
people earning between $5000 and 
510.000 a year, people who don't con- 
sider themselves poor or lower clas all 
nd who espouse the dominant middle- 
class ethos even more fiercely than the 
h do. For the first time in history, you 
have а country where the poor are 
the minority, where the majority are 
dicting while the havenots are going to 
bed hungry every night. 

Christ, even if we could ma 
organize all the exploited low 
groups—all the bi 
Ri poor whites—and then, through 
some kind of organizational miracle, weld 
them all together into а viable coalition, 
would you have? At the most opti- 
mistic estimate, 55,000,000 people by the 
end of this decade—but by then the total 


population will be over 225,000,000, of 
will be 


whom the overwhelming major 

middle class. This is the so-called Silent 
Majority that our gr «К philos 
opher in Washington is trying to galva- 
nize, and it's here that the die will be cast 


ks. chicanos, Puerto 


ad this country’s future decided Гог the 


next 50 years. Pragmutically. the only 
hope for genuine minority progress is to 
seek out allies within the majority and to 
organize that majority itself as part of a 
national movement for change. IE we just 
ive up and let the middle classes go to 
the likes of Agnew and Nixon by default, 
then you might as well call the whole ball 
ime, But they're still up for grabs—and 
те gonna grab ‘em. 


w 
PLAYBOY: The assumption behind the Ad- 


tration’s Silent Majority thesis is 
that most of the middle class i. erent- 
ly conservative. How cin even the most 
skillful organizational tactics unite them 
in support of your radical goals? 

ALINSKY: Conservative? That's a 
crap. Right now they're nowhere. But 
they can and will go cither of two w 
in the coming years—to a na 
can ism or toward т; 
change. Right now they're frozen, fester- 
ing in apathy, leading what Thoreau 
called “lives of quiet desperation. 
They're oppressed by taxation and infla- 
tion, poisoned by pollution, terrorized 
by urban crime. frightened by the new 
youth culture, baflled by the compute 
ized world around them. They've 
worked all their lives to get their own 
litle house in the suburbs, their color 
TV, their two cars, and now the good 
life seems to have turned to ashes in 
mouths. Their personal lives arc 
generally unfulfilling, their jobs unsa 
fying. they've succumbed to tranquilizers 


crock of 


and pep pills. they drown their anxieties 
in alcohol, they feel trapped in long- 
term endurance marriages or escape into 
guilt-ridden divorces, They re losing thei 
kids and they losing their dreams. 
They're alienated, depersonalized.. with 
out any feeling of participation in the 
political process, and they feel rejected 
and hopeless. Their utopia of status and. 
security has become a ticky-tacky suburb, 
their split-tevels have sprouted prison 
bars and their disillusionment is hecoming 
terminal, 
They're the first to live in a total 
mass: media-oriented world, and every 
night when they turn on the ‘TV and 
the news comes on, they see the almost 
unbelievable hypocrisy aud deceit and 
often outright idiocy of our national 
leaders and the corruption and disinte- 
ion of all our institutions, from the 
s 10 the White House 
If. Their society appears to be crum- 
bling and they sec themselves as no 
more than small failures within the larger 
[a All their old values seem to have 
deserted them, leaving them rudderless 
in a sea of social chaos. Believe me, this 
is good organizational material. 
The despair is there; now it’s up to us 
go in and rub raw the sors of 
discontent. galvanize them for lical 
social chan Well give them a way to 
participate in the democratic process, 
way 10 exercise their rights as citizens 
and strike back at the establishment that 
oppresses them, d ol 
apathy. We'll start with spe 
taxes, jobs, consumer problems, pollu 
tion—and from there move on to the 
larger issues: pollution in the Penta 
and the Congress and the board 
of the megacorporations. Once you or 
ize people, they'll keep advancing from 
issue то issue toward the ultimate objec 
live: people power. We'll not only give 
them a cause. we'll make lile godd: 
exciting for the —life instead of 
existence, We'll turn them on. 
PLAYBOY: You don't expect them to be 
ware of radicals bearing gifts? 
ALINSKY: Sure, they'll be suspicious, even 
hostile at fist. That's been my expe 
ence with every community I've ever 
moved into. My critics are right whe 
they call me an outside agitator, When a 
community, any kind of community, is 
hopeless and helpless, it requires some- 
body from outside to come in and sti 
things up. Thats my job to unsettle 
them, to make them start asking ques 
tions, to teach them to stop talking and 
start acting. because the fat cats in 
charge never hear with their cars, only 
through their rears. Fm not saying it’s 
going to be casy; thermopolitically, the 
Idle classes ате rooted in inertia, con 
ditioned to look for 
way, afraid to rock the boat. But they're 
beginning 10 realize that bo Ming 
ıd unless they start ba ast, they're 
going to go under w - The middle 


the sale and easy 


class today is really schizoid, tom be 
tween its indoctrination and its objec 
tive situation. The instinct of middle-class 
people is t support and celebrate the 
status quo, but the realities of their daily 
fives drill it home that the status quo has 
exploited and betrayed them, 

PLAYBOY: In what w 
ALINSKY: In all the ways I've been talk- 
om taxation to pollution. 
ck ly Teels more 


of issues than the poor do. And this 
creates a situation that's superchanged 
both opportunity and danger. 


ath the sur 
-athe revolution of. 


bewildered, 
frightened and asyet-inarticulate group 


ca 


ol desperate people groping for alterna 


tives—for hope. Their fears and their 
frustrations over their impone can 
ишп into political paranoia and de 


monize them, driving them to the right. 
making them ripe for the plucking by 
some guy on horseback promising a veturn 
to the vanished verities of yesterday. The 
ght would give them scapegoats [or 
their misery—blacks, hippies, Communists 
wins, this country will become 
the first totalitarian state with a national 
anthem celebrating "the Јана of the free 
nd me home of the brave.” But were 
adon the field to them 
long. hud fight—a fight I 
think we're going to win. Bec 
show the middle class their real enemies: 
the corporate power elite that 
country—the tue beneficiaries 
s so-called economic reforms 
And when they swing their sights on that 
get, the shit will really hit the fan. 

PLAYBOY: In the past, you've focused your 
ellorts on specific communities where the 
problems—and the solutions—were dear 
ly defined. But now you're taking on over 
150,000,000 people. Aren't you at all fazed 


without а 


sc we'll 


runs and 


ist your 
Ave you kidding? Гуе be 
30 years now, and the 


odds haven't bothered me yet. In fact, 
Гуе always taken 100to-one odds 
even money. Sure, its Que that the 


middle class is more amorphous (di 


some barrio in Southern California, and 
we to be organizi 
the country instead of 
voles ave the same. You start with wl 
you've got, you build up one community 
around the issues, and then you use the 
organization you've established as an € 
ample and а power base to reach other 
communities. Once you're successful. in, 
say, Chicago—one of the cities where 
izing the middle class then 
you can go on to Cincinnati or Baston or 
and say. “OK, you see what we 
icago, let's get movin’ here.” I's 
» ink-blot clfect, spreading out from 
ıl focal points of power across the 


you're goi 


g all across 
city. But the 


ne 


whole country. Once we have our initial 
successes, the process will gather momen- 
tum and begin to snowball. 

It won't be easy and, su 


s a gamble 


what in life isn stein once said 
God doesn't threw dice, but he was 
wrong. God throws dice all the time— 


nd sometimes I wonder if they're loaded. 
The art of the organizer is anu 
the action. And believe me, this t 
Hy going to screw the bastards, hit “em 
where it hurts. You know, I sort of look at 
this as the culmination of my career, I've 
been in this fight since the Depression: 
[ve been machine-gunned, beaten. up, 
jailed—they've even given. me honorary 
degrees—and in а way its all been prep- 
tion for this. 1 love this goddamn 
country, and we're going to take it back. 
I never gave up faith at the worst times 
п the p nd Fm sure as hell nor 
going to scat now. With some luck, n 
be Гус got tcn more good. produc 
ıd of me. So Fm goi 
те they count the most 
PLAYBOY: How did vou ever get imo this 
ine of work? 

AUNSKY: D actually started organizing 
the middle Thirties, first with the С.О 
amd the my ow 
would have followed. the same 
there hadn't been a Depression. I've al- 
ways been a natura] rebel, ever since 1 
was a kid. And poverty was no stranger 
to me, either. My mother father 
emigrated from Russia at the turn of the 
тту and we lived in one of the worst 
slums in Chicago: in fact 
the slum district of the slum. on the 
wrong side of the wrong side of the 
tracks, about as far down as y 
go. My father started out 
then he ran a delicatessen and а dean- 
ing shop. and finally he graduated 10 
op his own sweatshop. But what- 
ever business he had. we always 
the back of е. Т remember. as 
kid, the biggest luxury 1 ever dreamed 
of was just to have а minutes 10 
myself im the bathroom without my 
mother hammering on the door and 
telling me to get out because а customer 
wanted to use it. To this day, its a 
luxury for me to spend time unimer 
rupted in the nerally 
takes me а couple of hours to shave 
bathe in the 

from the past. 
lot of my think: 


с 
g to usc 


on 


and 


cen 


lived in 


we 


few 


a real han, 
although 1 acmally do a 
ig there. 


PLAYBOY: Were vour parents politically 
active? 
ALINSKY: А lot of Jews were active in 


ihe new socialist movement 
but my par 
Orthodox; their 
around work and syn 


that time, 
us. They were strict 


not 


whole Tife revolved 
agogue. And their 
attitude was completely parochial. 1 re 
member as a kid being told how impor- 
tant it was to study, and rhe worst 
threat they could think of w 


PLAYBOY 


62 


didn't do well at Yeshiva, Га grow up 
with a goyischer kop—with a gentile 
b When I got into high school, I 
remember how surprised I was to find 
all those gentile kids who were so smart; 
Td been taught that gentiles were prac- 
tically Mongoloids. And that d of 
chauvinism is just as unhealthy as anti- 
Semitism. 
PLAYBOY: Di 
Semitism as a chil 

ALINSKY: Not personally, but I was aware 
of it. It was all around us in those days. 
But it was so pervasive you didn't really 
even think about it: you just accepted it 
as a fact of life. The worst hostility was 
from the Poles, and back in 1918 and 
1919, when I was growing up, it amounted 
to a regu We had territorial 
boundaries between our neighborhoods, 
and if a Jewish girl strayed acros the 
border, she'd be raped right on the street. 
Every once in a while, it would explode 
into full-scale rioting, and I remember 
when hundreds of Poles would come 
storming into our neighborhood and we'd 
get up on the roofs with piles of bricks 
and pans of boiling water and slingshots, 
just like a medieval siege. I had an air 
rifle myself. There'd be a bloody battle 
for blocks around and some people on 
both sides had real guns, so зотй 


war. 


there'd be fatalities. It wasn't. called an 
urban crisis then; it was just two groups 
of people trying to kill each other. Finally 


the cops would come on horses and in 
their clanging paddy wagons and break it 
up. They were all Irish and thi 
both sides, so they'd crack Pol 
Jewish heads equally. The melting pot in 
action. You don’t have that hostility in 
Chicago anymore; now Italians, Poles, 
Jews and Irish have all joined up and 
buried the hatchet—in the blacks But 
in those days, every ethnic group was 
each other's throat. 

1 remember once, 1 must have been 
ten or cleven, one of my friends was 
beaten up by Poles, so a bunch of us 
crossed over into Polish unf and we were 
beating the shit out of some Polish kids 
when the cops pulled us in. They took 


us to the station hoi ad told our 
mothers, and boy, did they blow their 
tops My mother came and took me 


away, screaming that I'd brought dis- 
grace on the family. Who ever heard of 
a good Jewish boy being arrested, she 
moaned to the cops, and she promised 
the sergeant I'd be taken care of severely 
when 1 got home. When we left, my 
mother took me right to the rabbi and 
the rabbi lectured me on how wrong I 
But I stood up for myself. I said, 
at us up and it’s the American 
ht back, just like in the Old 
s n eye for an eye and a 
tooth for a tooth. So we beat the hell 
out of them. That's what everybody 


does." The ri 


bbi just looked at me for a 


minute and then said very quietly, 


think you're a man because you do what 
everybody does. But I want to tell you 
something the great Rabbi Hillel sa 
"Where there are no men, be thou a 
man.’ I want you to remember it.” I've 
never forgotten it. 

PLAYBOY: Did you beat up any more 
Polish kid: 
ALINSKY: No, the rabbi's lesson sank home, 
I don't even tell Polish jok 
PLAYBOY: Were you a devout Jew as a 
boy? 

ALINSKY: I suppose І was—until I was 
about 12. I was brainwashed, really 
hooked. But then I got afraid my folks 
were going to try to turn me into а 
rabbi, so 1 went through some pretty 
withdrawal symptoms and. kicked 
t. Now I'm a charter member of 
Believers Anonymous. But I'll tell you 
one thing about religious identity: When- 


ALINSKY: Yes, in little ways I've been fight- 
ing the system ever since I was seven 
or cight ycars old. I mean, I was the kind 
of kid who'd never dream of walking on 
the grass until I'd sce а KEEP OIF THE 
Grass sign, and then ГА stomp all over 
it. 1 remember one time when I was t 
or eleven, а rabbi w: ng me in 
Hebrew and my assignment was to read 
the Old Testament and then he'd ask 
me a series of questions. One particular. 
day I read three pages in a row without 
any errors in pronunciation. and sud- 
denly a penny fell onto the Bible. I 
looked up and the rabbi told me that 
God had rewarded me for my achieve- 
ack, All that 
day and through the night, I thought 
about it. I couldn't even sleep, I was so 
excited. and Т ran over all the implica- 
tions in my mind. 

Then the next day the rabbi turned. 
up and he told me to start reading. And 
I wouldn't; I just sat there in silence, 
refusing to read. He asked me why 1 was 
so quiet, and I said, “This time it's 
ickel or nothin, He threw back his 
arm a jammed ime across the room. I 
sailed through the a d landed in the 
corner and the rabbi ed cursing me 
unto the fourth generation. I'd rebelled 
sod! But there were no light 
ing bolts nothing, just a rabid rabbi 
on the verge of a coronary. 
sn't defiance so much as curiosity 
in which seems to others to be 
defiance. My father, for example—he 
was far from permissive and I'd get my 
share of beatings, with the invariable 
finale, “You ever do that again and you 
know whats going to happen to you!" 
Га just nod, sniffling, and skulk away. 
But finally one day, after he'd really laid 


S turo 


ment. Shit, I was awc-st 


d sl 


into me, he stood over me swinging his 
razor swap and repeated, “You know 
what's going to happen to you if you do 
that again?” and I just said through my 
tears, "No, what's going to happen 
His jaw dropped open. he was complete 
ly at а loss. he didn’t know what the 
hell to say. He was absolutely disorgan 
ized. I learned my lesson then: Power is 
not in what the establishment has but in 
shat you think it has 

PLAYBOY: Was your relationship with your 


ents were divorced when I was 13 and my 
Гает, who'd begun to make some money 
out of his crummy sweatshops, moved out 
to California. For the next few years, I 
shuttled back and forth between them, 
living part of the time with my mother in 
Chicago and the rest with my father i 
Califor тоша Пу say livi 
with him, because the minute Га 
he'd shunt me off to a Ги 
somewhere and I'd never see him till I'd 
leave. Our only words to cach other were 
"Hello" and then, three months later, 
“Goodbye.” It was a funny d of life. 
When I was 16, 1 started shackin’ up with 
some old broad of 22—and believe me, at 
16, 22 is positively ancient, Between mov- 
ing around in Chicago with my mother 
and going back and forth to California, 1 
must have attended different 
schools: in fact, I wound up with four 
high school diplomas when I went to col- 
lege. That's one of the reasons Т 
stayed close to my kids when they we 
growing up; I didn't want them to have to 
go through that. 

PLAYBOY: A psychoanalytic interpretation 
of your life might condude that your 
subsequent carcer as a radical was moti- 
vated more by hatred of your father than 
by opposition to the establishment. 
ALINSKY: Parlor psychoanalysis isn’t my 
bag. Anyway, I don't think I ever hated 
the old man: I never really knew him, 
and what litte I did know just didn't 
interest me. And the feeling must have 
been reciprocated. T remember, when I 
graduated from college at the height of 
the Depression, 1 had exactly four bucks 
between me and stuvation, and my 
mother was so broke I didn't want to 
ld to her troubles. So in desperation Т 
sent a registered lener to my father, 
asking him for a litte help. because 1 
didn't even have enough for food. I got 
the receipt back showing he'd got thc 
letter, but 1 never heard from him. He 
died in 1950 or 1951 and I heard he lel 
an estate of $140,000. He willed most of 
10 an orchard kids by 
his previous mai To me he left $50. 
PLAYBOY: How did you feel when you 
learned of his death? 


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AUNSKY: Maybe the best way I can ex- 


plain it is to tell you what happened 
when my mother hcard he'd died. She 


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understood his body had been shipped 
to Chicago and she called me up and 
asked me to check all the undertaking 
establishments to see if he was there and 
what arrangements had been made, I 
didu't want to, but she insisted, so I sat 
down with the phone book and start- 
ed running through the func 
Alier а half hour 
hysterical laughter 
liv 


g out of the 
to find my 
doubled up in hysterics. I 
asked her what the hell was s funny 
and when she finally gor control of 
herself she said, “Do you have any id. 
what you're doing?” 1 said, “Why, 
и ле у king about id she 
said. “Let me give an imitation of you: 
"Hello, Weinstein’s undertaking: parlor? 
Oh. well. look, do me a lavor, will vou? 


comi 


My name is Minsky. my Father's name is 
Benjamin. would vou mind lookin 
the back room ind seeiug if by 
chance you've gor his body lai 
there? And as I listened to her. I 
understood all the deadly silences Га 
been gettin the other end of ihe 


That was how much it affected mc. 


ged from 


phon 


PLAYBOY: Were vou equally esti 
your mother? 

ALINSKY: 
Mom 


Ol. no. we were very. close, 
s great shes dll around and 
strong. She speaks more Yiddish 
Шан English, collects all 
clippings. even though she’s confused 
about what Fm doing. and she glows 
over the fact that Em the center of a lot 
of attention. “My son the revolution- 
any.” vou know. Опсе P was the dead 
speaker at а muss meeting in Chicago 
and [thought shed enjoy secing it, so I 
1 her picked up and 10 the 
auditorium, Afterward. 1 drove h 
home and E said. “Momma, how did you 
like my speech?" And she said. all upset. 


but Уи 


my 


iken 


“That's a fine thing you did. to do a 
thing like that, what will people think 
of your mother, how will they think. I 


you up?" 1 said, "Momma, 
what was it Û said?" And she siid. “Ya 
dont know? You ask me, when twice. 
twice you wiped your nose with your 
hand when you were malking? What a 
mrible thing!” You know, I'm 03 years 
oll and what arc her first words 10 me 
on the phone? “Have you got your rub 
hers? Are vou dressed warm? Ате you 
ating right?” As a Jewish mother. she 
hegins where other Jewish mothers leave 
oll. To other people. I'm a professional 
radical; to her, the important thing is. 
Vin a professional. To Momma, it was all 


antidimactic after I got that college 
degree, 
PLAYBOY: Were you politically active in 
college? 


ALINSKY: Not in any organized sense. Т 
started going to the University of Chi 
саво im 1926, when the campus was still 
ok up over the Loeb-Lcopold case. 1 
suppose Iw ind of instinctive rebel 
—l got imo uouble leading a fight 


nst compulsory chapel—but it was 
strictly а personal. rebellion ag: 
thority. During my first few years 
school, I didnt have any highly de- 
veloped social conscience, and їп those 
p'acid days belore the Depression, it was 
pretty easy то delude yourself that we 
were living in the best of all posible 
worlds. But by my junior year, D was 
beginning to catch. glimpses of the em- 
peror's bare ass. As an undergraduate, 1 
took a lot of courses in sociology, and I 
was astounded by all the horse manure 
they were handing out about poverty 
and slums. playing down the sullering 
and deprivation, glossing over the mis 
st. I'd lived 
through all. their 
lemic jargon to the real- 
es. It was at that time that I developed 
а deep suspicion of academicians in gen- 
eral and sociologists in particular, with a 
few notable exceptions. 

Ir way Jimmy Farrell who said at the 
time that the University of Chicago's 
stituto 
ch pro 


sociology department was an 
vests S100,000 on a тем 
am 10 discover the location of brothels 
any taxi driver could tell them 
nothing. So E realized how Lar 
the self-styled social sciences 
s of everyday exist- 
ticularly unfortunate 


П 
about lor 
removed 
arc from the realit 


ence, which is p 


today, because that tribe of head-counters 
has an inordinate influence on our 
program. Asking а 
à problem is like 
for diarrhea. 
Wis sociology your major in 
college 
ALINSKY: God, no, I majored in archacol- 


ated me then 
love with it. 


to become 


ogy. a subject that fasci 
d still does. I really fell 
PLAYBOY: Did you pla 
professional archacologist? 

ALINSKY: Yeah, for a while I did. But by 
the time 1 the Depression 
was in full swing and archacologisis were 
in about as much demand as horses and 
buggies. АП ihe guys who funded the 
field mips were being scraped oll Wall 
uch as I 
thaeology v inning to 
appear pretty irrelevant in those days. 1 
was starting 10 get actively. involved i 
social issues, and during my last year in 
college. а bunch of us took up the plight 
of the Southern. Illinois coal workers. 
who were in a tough organizational fight 
—tough, Christ, the poor bastards were 
ad 


loved 


stars 


gand we got some food 
supplies together and chartered 
trucks and drove down to help them. 
PLAYBOY: Wiis it at this time that you 
became active in radical politics? 

ALINSKY: [t was at this time I became 
vadical—or recognized that Id always 
been a rad and started. to do some- 
thing concrete about it. Bur I wasn't a 
fulltime activist; 1 remained in school, 
nd I suppose a lot of my ideas about 


some 


what could and should be done we 
muddled as those of most people in 
those chaotic day 
PLAYBOY: What did you do after gradua- 
tion? 
ALINSKY: 1 went hungry. What lite 
money my mother һай was wiped out in 
the Crash and, ay Гуе told you, my old 
man wasn't exactly showering support 
on me. I managed to eke out a subsist 
ence living by doing odd jobs around 
the university at ten cents an hour. 1 
suppose I could have gotten some help 
from a relief project, but i's funny. T 
just couldn't do it. Гуе always been that 
way: Td тор a bank before I accepted 
charity. Anyway, things were rough for 
a while and Т got pretty low. T remem 
ber sitting in a crummy i 
day and savi 
smart son of a bitch. I gradu 
laude and all that shit, but T can't ma 
a living. T can't even feed myself, What 
happens now?" And then it came to me 
that litle light bulb lit up above my 
head 

1 moved over to thi 
cashier. exch 
and then f 


table nex! 10 the 
ed a few words with her 


10 pay. "Сее, Tm sory 
to have lost my check." Sh a that 
all Thad was a cup of coffee, so she just 

id. "Thar's OR. that ll be a nickel." So 

and left with my o nickel 
check still in my pocket and walked a few 
blocks to the next cafeteria in the same 
and ordered а hig meal for a buck 
forty-five—and, believe me. in those d 
for a buck forty-five Т could have practi 
cally bought the fuckin’ joint. I atc in 
comer f. y from the cashier. then 
switched checks and paid my nickel bill 
from the other place and left. So my 
eating troubles were taken care of. 

But then 1 began to sce other kids 
around the campus in the same fix, so T 
put up a big sign on the bulletin board 
and invited anybody who was hungry to 
g- Some of them thought it was 
ig. but E stood on the lectern and 
plained my system in detail, with the 
help of a bi p of Chicago with all 
the local branches of ghe скае 
marked on it. Social ecology! | split my 
recruits up into squads according to tei 
: one team would work the South 
Side for lunch, another the North 
for dinner, and so on. We got the system 
down to a science, and For six months all 
of us w ing free. Then the bastards 
brought in those 
door where y 
only good for that particular. cafeteri 
That was а low blow. We were the first 
victims of automation. 
PLAYBOY: Didn't you have any moi 
qualms about ripping off the caleteria 
ALINSKY: Oh, sure, 1 suffered all the 
agonies of the damned—steepless nights. 
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riddled me wi 


conscience that 
Are you kidding? I woulda’ have justi- 
fied, say, conning free gin trom a li 
uor store just so 1 could have а martini 
belore dinner, but when you're hungry, 
g goes. Theres a priority of 
ad the right to е 
ence over the right 10 make 
And just 
ideas, let me 
imitations has r 
But you know, that incident was in- 
teresting, because it was actually my first 
experience as an organizer. 1 learned 
something else Irom it. too: after the 
cafeterias had outflanked us. а bunch of 
the kids Fd organized came up to me 
and said, “O whar do we do 
next?” And when I told them 1 didn't 
have the slightest idea, they were really 
pissed off at me. It was then 1 learned 
the meaning of the old adage about how 
favors extended become defined as rights. 
PLAYBOY: Did you cor c of 
m 
ALINSKY: Crime? That wasn't crime—it 
was survival. But my Robin Hood days 
were short-lived: logically enough, I was 
awarded the graduate Social Science Fel- 
lowship in criminology. the top one in 
that field, which took care of my tuition 
nd room and board. 1 still don’t know 
why they gave it ло me—maybe becuse 
1 hadw't taken a criminology course in 
my life and d now one goddamn 
thing about the subject. But this was the 
Depression and 1. felt like someone had 
tosed me à lile preserver, Hell, if it had 
been in shirt cleaning, 1 would have 


takes prece 
а profit 


case you're 


of 


taken й. Anyway, I found out that crimi- 
as removed [ro 


nology was just 
tual crime criminals. as sociology 
was from society, so Т decided to make 
my doctoral dissertation a study of the Al 
Capone mob—an inside study 
PLAYBOY: What did Capone 
hour that? 
ALINSKY: Well, my reception was pretty 
chilly ar fist, 1 went over ta the. old 
Lexington. Hotel, which was the gangs 
headquarters, and 1 hung around the 
lobby and the restaurant, [d spot one 
of the mobsters whose picture ГА seen 
and 
Alinsky, Tm studying 
you mind if 1 hang 
And he'd look me over 
Get lost, punk.” This happened 
in. and 1 began to leel I'd 
Then one night 1 
t and at the 
sh, a profes 
the Capone 
mob's top executioner. He was drinking 
bunch of his pals and he was 
saying, “Hey, you guys, did I ever tell 
pout the time T picked up that 
redhead in Detroit?” and he was сш off 


and 


lave to say 


in rhe papers and go up зо hi 
say. 


Saul 
do. 


“Tm 


the res 
ble was Big Ed 5 
assassin 


was sitting 


next 


sional who was 


by a chorus of moans. “My God,” one 
guy said, “do we have to hear that one 
again?” 1 Big Ed's face fall; mob- 


sters are very sensitive, you know, very 


thin-skinned. And 1 r 
plucked his sleeve. "Mr. Stash,” 
“Td love to hear that story.” His lace lit 
up. "You would, kid?" He slapped me 
on the shoulder. "Here, pull up a cha 


Now, this broad, see... ." And thars 
how it ted. 
Big Ed had an attentive audience and 


He introduced me 
to F known as the Enforcer, 
Capone two man, and actually 
in de facto control of the mob because of 
p. Nitti took me under 
ig. 1 called him the Prolessor and 1 
me his student. Міці boys took. me 
everywhere, showed me all the mob's 
operations, [rom gin mills and whos 
houses and bookie joints to the legiti 
mate businesses they were beginning to 
take over. Within а few months, I got to 
know the workings of the Capone mob 
inside out. 

PLAYBOY: Why would professional crimi- 
mals confide their secrets to outsider? 
ALINSKY: Why not? Whit harm could 1 
Even if E told what I'd 
learned, nobody would listen. They had 
Chicago tied up tight as а drum; they 
owned the city, from the cop on the 
beat right up to the mayor. Forget all 
that Eliot Ness shit: the only real op- 
position to the mob came from other 
gangsters, like Bugs Moran or Roger 
Touhy. The Federal Government could 
try to nail ‘em on an occasional income- 
тах » but inside Chicigo they 
couldn't touch their power. Capone was 
the establishment, Wh of his boys 
got knocked off, there w пу city 
court sessi most of the 
atthe funeral and some of. 
them were pallbearers. So they sure 
hell weren't afraid of some college kid 
they'd adopted as a mascot causing them 


we became budd 


do them 


because 


judges w 


any trouble. They never bothered to 
hide anything from me; I was their 
oneman student body and they were 


anxious to teach me. It probably ap- 
peated to their egos. 

Once, when Г was looking о 
records, I noticed an item listing a 57500 
ment dor an out-of-town killer. Т 
called Міці over and I said, “Look, Mr. 
Niui, | don't understand this. You" 
got at least 20 killers on your | 
Why waste thar much money 
somebody in from St. Louis?” F 
lv shocked. at my ignorance. “Look. 
7 he said patiently. "sometimes our 
guys might know the guy they're hitti 
they may have bee 
ner, taken his kids to the 
been the best man at his weddin 
drunk together. Bur you call in a g 
from out of town. all you've got to do is 
tell him, "Look. there's this guy in a dark 
оп Stare and Randolph: our boy in 

1 point him out: just go up 
: the belly 
into the @owd.' So that's a job and he's 
professional, he does it. But one of 
our boys goes up, the guy turns 10 face 


» his house 


1 game 


n three ıd fade 


nd irs 


h a friend. right away he 
knows that when he pulls thar trigger 
there's gonna be a widow, kids without 
a father, funerals, weeping—Christ. ird 
be murder." E think Frank ише 
disappointed by my even questioni 
the practice: he must have thou 


ht] was 


a bit callous. 
PLAYBOY: Didn't у 
tion 


y compunc 
h—if not ac 


—murderers? 
ALINSKY: None at all, since there w 
nothing 1 could do to stop them from 
murdering, practically all of which was 
done inside the family. I was а nonpin- 
ticipating observer in their professional 
activities, although 1 joined their social 
life of food. drink and women. Boy, 1 
sure. participated in that side of things 
And let me tell you 
something, amed a hell o lot 
about the uses and abuses of power from 
the mob, lessons that stood. me in good 
stead later on. when 1 was organizing 
Another thing you've got to reme 
about Capone is that he didn't spring 
out of a vacuum. The Capone gang was 


über 


actually a public utility; it supplied 
what the people wanted ided 
The man in the street wanted girls: 
Capone him girl. He wanted 
booze during Prol Capone gave 
him booze. He wanted to bet on a 
horse: Capone let him bet. It all operat- 


ed according to the old laws of supply 
and demand, and if there weren't. people 
who wanted the services provided by 
the gangsters, the gangsters wouldn't be 
in business. Everybody owned stock in 


the Capone mob: im a way, he was a 
public benefactor. I remember one time 
when he arrived at his box scat in 


Dyche Stadium for a Northwest loct 
ball game on Boy Scout Day and 3000 
scouts got up in the stands and streamed 
cadence, "Yea, уса, Big AL, Yea, уса 
AL" Capone didn’t create the cor 


ir as did the 


PLAYBOY: How long were you an honor 
y member of the mob: 
ALINSKY: About two years, After 1 gor 10 


know about the outht, Т 


ew bored and 
-which 


decided ла move on 
ting pattern in my 
was just as bored with g 
so I dropped out and took а job. with 
the Hlinois State Division of Criminol 
working with juvenile delinquents 
This led me into another 

it 


a recur 
life. by the мау, I 
uate school. 


field. project 
investi ing of halim kids who 
called themselves the 42 Mob. ‘They were 
held responsible by the D. A. for about 
80 percent of the auto thelts i 
at the time and they were just 
g into the outer fringes of the big 
rackets, It was even tougher 


to get in 


with them than with the Capone mob 
believe me. Those kids were really suspi 
and they were tough, too, with 


la" 


Make a clean break 


m mmt | A < b 


PLAYBOY 


68 


chance when 
kid named 
Dumas, as he 
nd killed i 


Thomas Masina, or Little 
called. himself, was shot 
drugstore sticl-up. The 


minute | heard about it, I went over to 
a house, hoping to get in 
they 


the Massi 
good with Dumas friends. 
were as leery as ever. 

By a stroke of luck, though, Il 
Mrs. Massin 
nd wailing, repeating the sa 
over and over in Ital 
the kids what she was and he said 
she was bemoaning the fact that she 
didn’t have any pictures of Dumas since 
he was a baby, nothing to remember hii 
by. So 1 left right picked up a 
photographer friend of mine and rushed. 
down to the morgue. I showed my cre 
dentials and the attendant took us in to 
the icebox. where Dumas was laid out 
on а slab. We took a photograph. ope 
g his eyes first. then rushed 
the studio то develop it, We саге 
retouched it to eliminate all the I 
holes. and then had it hand-tinted. 
next morning. Т went back to the wake 
medl the photograph to Mrs. 
л. “Dumas gave this to me just 
ast week," I said. "and Pd like you to 
have it" She cried and thanked me, 
nd pretty soon word of the incident 
ad throughout the gang. “That 
t motherfucker, 


Bur 


ient on they began 10 west n 
Ме to work with them, all because 
of the photograph. It was an 
tactic and it worked. 
PLAYBOY: It was also pretty супі 
manipulative. 

ALINSKY: [t was a simple example of 
good organizing. And what's wrong with 
it Everybody got what they wanted. 
Mis. Mussina got something to hold 
unto in her griel and 1 got in good with 
the kids. I got to be good friends with 
some of them. And some of them I was 


al and 


ible to help go straight. One of the 
members is now a labor organizer and 


every time things get hot for me some- 
where, he calls me up and ¢ He 

iul, you want me (o send up some 
muscle to le: on those motherfuckers?” 
pk him and say I can handle 


and went to work as а criminolo- 
t the state. prison in Joliet, but I 
was already getting bored with the whole 
profession and looking lor something new 
PLAYBOY: Why were you getting bored this 
time? 
ALINSKY: Th 
involved. 


of factors 
the 


cre were a dot 
ог onc thing, most of 
people 1 was working with—other a 
nologists, wardens, parole olficers—were 
ll anesthetized from. the neck up. God, 
I've never in my Ше come across such 


T was he; 


assemblage of morons. 
ag to think the who! 


field was some 


nic. And on a 
n level, E was revolted by the bru 
ion, the dehumanization, the inst 
tutionalized cruelty of the prison system, 
1 saw it happening to me, too, which 
was another for 
me to get out. When I first went up to 
Joliet, Га а genuine personal imer- 
est in the prisoners Hd interview; Ed get 
involved with their problems, try to 
help them. But the trouble with work 
ing in au institution, any institution, 
that you get institutionalize yourself. A 
couple of years and 2000 interviews Lit- 
cr, Td be tal guy and I was no 
longer really i ted. Twas grow 
callous and bored: he wasn't impor 
to me as а human. bein 
was just inmate number 1607. When 1 
recognized. that happening inside me, I 
knew 1 couldn't go on like that. 

Ill tell you something, though, the 
three years D spent at Joliet were worth 
because 1 continued the educa 
human relationships Td begun 
in the Capone тор. For one thing, I 
learned that the state has the same me 
tality about murder as Frank Nitti, You 
know, whenever we electrocuted ап in- 
mate. everybody on the staff. would get 
drunk, including the warden. Its one 
thing for a judge and а jury to condemn 
а man to death; he's just a delend- 
nt, an abstraction, an impersonal face 
weeks. But 
once the poor bastard has been in pris 
for seven or eight months—waiting for his 
appeals or for a stay—you get to kuow 
him as a human being, you get to know 
his wife and kids and his mother when 
they visit him, amd he becomes real, a 
person. And all the time you know that 
pretty soon. youre going to be strapping 
him ino the diir and juicing him with 
30,000 volts for the time it takes to Iry 
him alive while his bowels void and he 
keeps strain ainst the straps. 

So then you can't tke it as jusi anoth- 
уз work. If you cam get out of 
a witness, you sit around 
killing a fifth of whiskey until the 
dim and then ina 
can get to sleep. 
lesson for 
islimem 


motivation 


nportant 


t 
anymore; he 


iu a bos for two or three 


That might be a g 
the defenders of c 
Let them wi 
But P guess it would 
for 


ness a 
"t do much good 
probably like 
one of the guards at Joliet when I was 
there—a sadistic son of a bitch who I 
could swear had an orgasm when the 
switch was thrown. 

PLAYBOY: Did you agitate for р 
form while you were at Joliet? 
ALINSKY: There wasn't much I could do, 


most of them, who are 


al те. 


because as a state criminologist, 1 w 
directly involved in the actual prison 
n. Oh, I made a lot of 


speeches all over the place. telling well 


meaning people that the whole syste 
wasn’t working, that rehabilitation wa 
joke and our prisons were still in the 
vanguard of the Mih Century, and they 
Ш applauded enthusiastically and went 
home with their souls cleansed-—and did 
nothing, Those speeches got me а repu 


tition а а trou » too. You 
know, all the experts minology and 
all the textbooks agreed th. 
mary causes of crime were soc 


—things like poor housing, racial discr 
mation, economic insecurity. unemploy- 
ment—but if you ever suggested doin 
something to correct the root с 
stead of locking up the results, 
considered. something of a kook. A num 
her of times my superiors call 
aside and said, "Look, Saul, don’t so 
off like that, People will think you're a 
Red or something.” Finally, 1 quit Joliet 
and took a job with the Tustituie for 
Juvenile Research. one of those outfits 
were always studying the causes of 
lc delinquency. making surveys of 
the kids in cold-water tenements— 
with rats nibbling the 
ing to eat—and then discovering the solu- 
tion: camping trips and some shit they 
called character bi Frankly, 0 
considered that job pretty much a sine 
cure to fice me for more important work 
PLAYBOY: Such as? 

ALINSK! 
thing in those d 
home and abroad ng something 
to improve the life of the mases ol 
people who were without jobs, food or 
hope. Fd spend all my free time rai 
funds for the International Bri 
the Spanish Civil. War 1 for Southern 
sharecroppe inizing for the 
paper Guild and other fledgling unions 


toes and noth. 


that meant 
fighting fascism 


The causes 


ad cle 


ws 


fighting the eviction of slum tenants 
who cudnt pay their rent, 
for public housing, when it w 


This 
ide 
lot of kids today 
their old man tells them 
what he went through in the Depres 
sion, and rightly so im most cases, be 
cause it's generally used as а cop-out for 
doing nothing today. And God knows. 
100 many people who were radicals in 
the Thirties have since fuked out, font 
cither fear of McCarthyism in the Fifties 
or cooptation by the system or 
ing of the political arteries. 
ıt there are still a Tot of lessons to be 
amed from those days. lessons that 
apply explicitly and directly to what's 
ng today. 

How close was the country to 
revolution during the Depression? 
ALINSKY: А lot closer than some people 
think. Ic Roosevelt's reforms 
that saved itself 
averted astrophe. You've g 
remember, it wasn't only people's me 
that went down the drain in 1929; i 


considered а subversive concept 
was the time 
the C 
are bored wh 


plain harde 


was really 
the syster 


total cui 


fron nd 


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PLAYBOY 


70 


also their whole tr 
values. Americans had learned to cele- 
brate their soc n earthly way s 
tion to paradise, with all the cherished 
virtues of hard. work and thrift as their 
tickets to security, success and happiness. 
Then suddenly, in just a few days, those 
tickets were canceled and apparently un- 
redeemable, and the bottom fell out of 
everything. The Ame 

¢ overnight for the overwhelm- 
of citizens. and the pleasant, 


as 


à dream became 


a nighon 
ing majori 


open-ended world they knew suddenly be- 


gan to clase in on them as their savings 
disappeared behind the locked doors of 
solvent banks, their jobs vanished in 
dosed factories and their homes and 
farms were lost to foreclosed mortgages 
and forcible eviction. Suddenly the smoke- 
stacks were cold and lifeless, (he ma- 
chin und to à halt and a chill 
seemed to hang over the whole county. 

People tried to delude themselves and 
say, “None of this is real, we'll just sleep 
through it all and wake up back in the 
sunlight of the Twenties, back in our 
homes and. jobs, with a chicken in every 
pot. two cars in every garage.” But they 
opened their eyes to the reality of. pover- 
and hopelessness, something they had 
never thought possible for themselves, 
not for people who worked hard and 
long and saved their money and went 
10 church every Sunday. Oh, sure, pover- 
ty might exist, far off in the dim shad- 
owy comers of society, among blacks 
ad sharecroppers and people with fu 
ny names who couldn't speak English 
yet. bur it couldn't happen to them, not 
to God's. people. But not only did the 
darkness fail to pass away, it grew worse. 
At first people surrendered to а numb- 
ing despair. but then slowly they began 
to look around at the new and fri 
ing world in which they found them- 
nd began to rethink their values 
and priorities. 

We'll always have poor people, they'd 
been taught to believe from pulpit and 
classroom, because there will always be a 
certain number of misfits who too 
stupid and балу to make it. But now that 
most of us were poor, were we all dumb 
and shiftless and incompetent? A new 
mood began stirring in the land and a 
mutual misery began to cat ама 
traditional American. virtues of 
individualism, dogcatdog competition 
and sanctimonious charity, People began 
reaching out for something, anything, to 
hang on to—and they found one an- 
other. We suddenly began to discover that. 
the ruthless kaw of the survival of the 
fittest no longer held uw 
possible for other people to care 
our plight 
theirs, On а г scale, som 
ar occurred in London durii 
blitz, when all the traditional English 
class barriers broke down in the face of 
а common pet 


gr 


selves 


t it was 


about 
to care 


E 


Now, in America, new voices and new 
values began to be heard, people began 


citing John Donne's "No man is an 
island.” and as they started bandi 


together to improve their lives, they 
found how much in common they had 
with their fellow man. It was thc first 
time since the abolitionist’ movement 
for example, that there was any signifi 

black-white unity, as elements. of 
both races began to move together to 
confront the common enemics of unem- 


cant 


pk t and starvation wages. This 
was опе of the most important aspects 


of the Thirties: not just the political 
struggles amd reforms but the sudden 
discovery of a common destiny and a 
common bond of humanity among mil- 
lions of people. It was a very moving 
experic ncs and be part of it 
PLAYBOY: You sound it little nostalgic. 
ALINSKY: Yeah. exciting days 
10 be alive in. And goddamn violent days, 
too, Whenever people wail ло me about 
all the violence and disorder in Ame 
can life today. I tell them to take а hard 
look back at the Thirties. At onc timc, 
you had thousands of. American veterans 
encumped along the Anacostia petition 
ing the Government for a subsistence 
bonus until 
bayonet point by the Aimy. led by “I 
shall return” MacArthur. Negroes were 
being lynched regularly in the South 
as the first stirrings of black opposition 
began to be felt, and many of the white 
civil rights organizers and Labor agitators 
who had started to work with them were 
tarred, Ie cast killed. 
Most Southern politicians were members 
of the Ku Klux Klin and had no com- 
punction about boasting of it. 

The giant corporations were unbe- 
Tievably arrogant and oppressive and 
would go to any lengths to protect the 
frecdom—the freedom to exploit. and 


cC to w 


those we 


they were driven out at 


hered, ted—or 


the freedom to crush any obstade block- 
mammon. 
tion—oi 


Not 
steel, 


ing the golden road 10 
one American corpori 
auto, rubber, meat packing—would al- 
low its workers to organize; labor unions 
were branded subversive and commu 
ic and any worker who didn't toc the 
Jine was summarily fired and then black- 
listed thoughout the ry. When 
they defied their bosses, they were beat- 
en up or murdered by company strike- 
br or gunned down by the police 
of corupt big-city bosses allied with the 
corporations, like in the infamous Me- 
топа Day Massacre in Chicago when 
dozens of peaceful pickets were shot in 
the back 

"Those who kept their jobs were hired 
and fired with complete indifference, 
and they worked as dehumanized servo- 
mechanisms of the assembly line. ‘There 
were no pensions, no unemployment in- 
surance, no Social Security, по Medicare, 
nothing i 


indu 


back against these conditions by word or 
deed, they were hounded and persecuted 
by city police and by the FBI under J. 
Edgar Hoover, who back in those days 
was already ра while in Wash- 
ington the Hous mericin Act 
ties Committee hysterically sounded. th 
alum against the gathering Bolshevi 
vic disor- 


noid, 


about 
n coal 
per 
k dust, while 
in cities like Chicago, people in the meat- 
packing areas grew up amid a stench so 
overpowering that if they ever ventured 
out into the county, the fresh air made 
them sick. Yeah. chose were the good old 
days. all right. Shit. the country was far 
more polarized and bitter then than 
today 
PLAYBOY: When did you involve yourself 
full time in the radical moveme: 
ALINSKY: Around 1938. I stuck to my job 
with the Institute for Juvenile Research 


ad order. Nobody talked 
then; yet the. workers 


as long as I could, doing as little as T 
could, while 1 grew more and mor 
active in the movement. Bat unlike 


most of the people 1 was working with, 1 
still had my feet in both c 


mps. and if 


things ever got too hot, T always had a 
cushy job I could lean back on, whid 


began to bother me. Also, it was bugg 
me that suddenly people were calling 
me an expert in Criminology, newspapers 
were describing me as the top man in my 
field and 1 was being asked to spe 
all these chicken-shit conferences 
write papers amd all that crap. It just 
shows the crummy state of criminology: 
anybody who hus even a flickering shadow 
of intelligence automatically becomes а 
national authority. 

So all this bothered me, and apart 
from everything clc, 1 was just plain 
bored again: 1 knew the field. I'd gotten 
all there was to get out of it and I was 
ready to move on to more challenging 
pastures. But Т still had the problem ої 
making a living. and for a while I sort of 


ing 


rationalized, "Oh, well. at least this way 
Туе got my integrity. If | took а job in 
business, Td have 10 butter customers 


up, agree with them. But here Em frec 
to speak my mind," Integrity! What 
shit. It took me a while to realize that 
the ошу difference between being in a 
professional field and in business was the 
difference between a five-buck whore 
and a 5100 callgirl. 

The crunch. cime when I was offered 
a job as head of probation and parole for 
Philadelphia at a salary of S8000 а year, 
with the added bonus of 
ship at the University of Pennsylv 
$2400 a year and а weekly column 
Philadelphia Evening Public Ledger on 
how to keep your kiddies on the straight 
and narrow. Remember, $10,100 then 
equal to $30,400 now, So this w: 


visiting lectur 


for 


n the 


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MIST. 


IMPORTED 


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PLAYBOY 


72 


the turning point for me. I could pic. 
ture myself in a пісе house in the sub- 
urbs, just two hours from New York, 
with all its theaters and concerts, with 
money in the bank, а car, all the goodies. 
And Т could already hear the rationali- 
zations ГА mike: "Га better not jeop- 
ardize this setup. After all, I cin do so 
ise by stimulating 
ng personally in- 


much more for the c 
students than by geti 
volved. 1 can write speeches or papers 
and put the real message between the 
lines or in footnotes, and really have an 
impact" Or: “This will give me the 
financial hecdom 1o participate effec 
lively.” Bullshit. Once you get. fat. and 
comfortable and reach the top. you want 
aprisoned by your 


to stay there. You're 
own socalled freedoms. I've seen too 
many lean and hungry labor leaders of 
the Thirties grow fat-bellicd and fat 
headed. So I turned down the job and 
devoted myself. 10 full-time activity in 
the radical movement. 

PLAYBOY: What wis your first org; 
tional effort? 

ALINSKY: My first solo cffort 
ing the Back of the Yards arc 
lid slum 


2 
hica- 
in the 
helped a hell of a lot by 


orga 


country 
the moonlighting I'd done as an organiz- 
er for the CLO., and I'd. got to know 
John L. Lewis very well: I liver mediat- 
ed between him and F. D. R. when thei 
political alliance grew shaky. We be- 
сате dow friends and 1 learned a lot 
from him. But I always feli that my own 
role lay outside the labor nent. 
What T wanted to try to do was apply 
the organizing techniques Pd mastered 
with the C.LO. to the worst slums and 
ghettos, so that the most oppressed and cx- 
ploited elements in the country could 
take control of their awn communities 
and their own destinies. Up till then 
specific factories and industries had been 
organized for social change, but never 
entire communities. This was the field I 


wanted w make my own—community 
ion for community power and 
for radical goals. 


PLAYBOY: Why did you pick the Back of 
the Yards district as your first target? 
ALINSKY: Tt appealed to me for а number 
of reasons, For one thing, it was the 
behind the Chicago Stockyards that Up- 
ton Sinclair wrote about in The Jungle 
at the turn. of the century, and nothing 
at all had been done to improve condi. 
tions since then. It was the nadir of all 
slums in America. People were crushed 
and demoralized, either jobless or get- 
ting star diseased. living in 
filthy, vot with 
barely enough food and clothing to keep 
live. And it was a cesspool of hate; the 
Poles, Slovaks, Germans, Negroes. Mexi- 
cans and Lithuanians all hated cach other 
and all of them hated the Dish, who 
returned the sentiment in spades. 
Native fascist groups like the 


n wag 
shanties, 


ng unheated 


erman: 


American Bund, Father Coughlii 
tional Union for Social Justice 
liam Dudley Pelleys Silver Shirts were 
moving in to exploit the discontent, and 
making lots of converts. It wasn’t because 
the people had any real sympathy for Eis- 
cism; it was just that they were so desper- 
ate they'd grab on to anything that offered 
them a glimmer of hope, and Coughlin 
and Pelley gave them handy scapegoats 
the Jews and the 
cr." But I knew that once they were 
provided with a veal, positive. program 
to their miserable conditions, 
pegoats amymore. 
пе Consideration in mov- 
to Back of the Yards, though, was 
e il it could be done there, it could 
be done anywhere. People would say to 
‘Saul, you're crazy: try any place but 
Back of the Yards. It’s impossible, you'll 
never get anywhere.” You've got to re 
member that, to most people in those 
days, the concept that the poor have the 
intelligence and ingenuity to solve their 
own problems was h 
radicals who 
ciple were elitist in practice. So the moie 
1 was told it was impossible the more 
determined 1 was to push ahead. 

PLAYBOY: How did you go 
ing a community like Back of the Yards? 
ALINSKY: Well, the first thing 1 did, the 
first thing I always do, is to move into 
the community as an observer, to talk 
arn the: 


with people and listen and 
grievances and their attitudes. Then I 
look around at what I've got to work 
with, what levers I can use 10 pry closed 
doors open, whit institutions or or 

ready exist tl 
the case of Back of 


the 


the Yards, 
area was 95 percent Roman Catholic, and 


1 recognized th the sup- 
port of the Church, wed be off and 
running. Conversely, without the Church, 
or at least some elements of it, it was 
unlikely that we'd be able to make 
much of a dent in the communi 
PLAYBOY: Wasn't the Catholic Church 
quite consery days? 

ALINSKY: Nation 
which was why 


tly was 


little twobit Hitter 


© Coughlin was never censured or 
silenced until the war. Bur Chicago in 


those days was a 
under Cardi 
Be 


peculiar exception 
Mundelein and. Bishop 
was the most socially pro- 
xcese in the country, Sheil 
liberal and prolabor 
sympathetic to what 1 want- 
ed to do in Back of the Yards, but the 


key thing was to win over the local 
priests, some of whom were much more 
conservative. Now. its always been a 
cardinal principle of or for me 


never to appeal to people on the basis 
of abstract values, as too many civil 
rights leaders do today. Suppose I walked 
imo the office of the average religious 
leader of any denomination and sı 


ng vou to live up to your 
iciples, to make Jesus’ words 
about brotherhood and social justice r 
ties.” What do you think would happen? 
He'd shake my hand warmly, say, "God 
bless you, my son," and after I was gone 
he'd tell his secretary, “I that. crackpot 
comes around again, tell him Em out. 
in order to involve the Catholic 
n Back of the Yards. 1 didn't 
ny stuff about Christian ethics. 
I just appealed to their self interest. Га 
sty. “Look, you're telling your people to 
stay out of the Communist-dominated 
untons and action groups, right?" Hed 
nod. So Td go on: “And what do they 
do? They say, "Yes, Father, and walk out 
Ù the church and join the CLO. Why? 
Because it’s their bread and butter, Бе 
cause the CLO. is doing something about 
their problems while you're sitting here 
on your tail in the sacristy.” That stirred 
"em up. which is just what 1 wanted to 
do, then Fd sty, "Look, if you g 
on like that you're gonna alienate your 
parishioners, ашп them from the 
Church, maybe drive them into the arms 
of the Reds. Your only hope is to move 
first. to beat the Communists at their 
own game. to show the people you're 
more interested in their living condi- 
tions than the contents of your collec 
ion plate. And not only will you get 
them back again by supporting their strug. 
gle, but when they win they'll be mo 
prosperous and your donations will go 
up and the welfare of the Church will 
be enhanced" Now I'm talking their 
Janguage and we cin sit down and ham- 
mer out à deal That was what hap 
pened in Back of the Yards, and wit 
а few months the overwhelming major- 
y of the parish priests were backing us, 
and we were holding our organizational 
meetings in their churches. To fuck your 
enemies, you've first got to seduce your 
lies, 
PLAYBOY: How did vou wi 
ol the community at larg, 
ALINSKY: The first мер w 
priests; that gave us the т 
twr with the average resident, But 
still had to convince them we could de- 
liver what we promised, that we weren't 
just another do-gooder social agency 
strong on rhetoric 
But the biggest obstacles we faced were 
the apathy and despair and hopelessness 
of most of the slum dwellers. You've got 
to remember that when injustice is com 
plete and crushing, people very seldom 
rebel: they just give up, А small percent 
age crack and blow their brains out, but 
the other 99 percent say, , it’s bad, 
but what сап we do? You can't fight city 
hall. It’s a rotten world for everybody, 
and anyway, who knows, maybe I'll win 
at number or my lottery. ticket 
come through. And the guy down the 
block is probably worse off th 
The first thing we have to do when 


п the backing 


"IT TAKES SOMETHING _ 
PRETTY STRONG IO МАКЕ 


"VOLKSWAGE NS. 


When you buy a Gremlin, you 
get more than a great little econ- 
omy car that’s fun to drive. 

You get a car that’s been road- 
te: and checked over so thor- 
oughly, v make this promise: 

wrong and it's 
our fault, wi 

And, if we have to keep your 
car overnight to fix it, over 1900 


AMERICAN MOTORS 


dealers will loan you a car. Free. 

Finally, you get a name and toll- 
free number to call in Detroit if 
you have a problem. And youll 
get action, not a runaround. 

body in the busi 
or you after 

Which is probably why people 
who've never bought a car from 
us belore are buying one now. 


BUYER PROTECTION PLAN 


PLAYBOY 


74 


we come into a community 
down those justifications for 
tell people, “Look, you don't have 10 
put up with all this shit. There's some- 


thing concrete you can do about it. But 
10 accomplish anything you've got to 


nd youll only 
through organization, Now, power comes 
in two forms—moncy and people. You 
haven't gor any money. but you do have 
people. and here's what you can do with 
them.” And we showed the workers in the 
g houses how they could org: 
m and get higher v ad ba 
and we showed the local merchants how 
their profits would go up with higher 
wages in the community. and we showed 
the exploited tenants. how they could 
fight back against their Landlords. Pretty 
soon we'd established а community w 
coalition of workers, local business 
Tabor leaders and housewives—onr power 
lase—and we were т 
PLAYBOY: What tactics did you use? 

ALINSKY: Everything at our disposal in 
those days—boycotts ol stores, strikes 
against the meat packers, rent strikes 

st the ушшш, 


have power, 


packi 


ages 


machine bosses. Wed turn the politi 
fans against cach other. splitting them 
then taking them on onc at a 
At first the” establishment 


dis- 


had them wonied, because they sw 
w unified we were and that we were 
t economic and 
pressure. Finally the conces 
ns began tickling in—reduced rent 
public housing. more and better mu 
nicipal services. school improvements, 
more equitable mortgages and bank loans, 
fairer food prices. 

ГИ give you an example here of the 
vital importance of personal relation- 
ships in organizing. The linchpin of our 
E in Back of the Yards was union- 
ization of the packing-house workers, be- 
cue most of the local residents. who 
worked had jobs in the stockyards. and 
ges and living standards 
mproved. the community as 


pable of exertin 


unless their w 
were 


whole could never move forward, Now, 
at that the meat barons treated 
their workers like se y had a 


squad of vicious strikebreakers 10 terror 
ie amy worker who even opened his 
mouth about a union. In fact, two of 
goons submachined my car one 
ight at the height of the struggle. They 
missed me and. goddamn in 1 missed 
them when I shot back, So anyway. we 
knew that the success or failure of the 
whole effort really hinged on the pack- 
ing-house umi We ріске at 
down. we agituted: but the industry 
ldn't budge. T said. "OK, we can't 
hurt "em head on, so well outllank “om 
nd put heat on the downtown banks that 
control huge loans to the industry and 
force them to exem pressure on the 


rl. we 


w 


ckers to accept our demands.” We di 
rected a whole series of tactics against 
the banks, and they were а litle wobbly 
at first. bur then they formed a solid 
front with the packers and refused to 
give in or even to negotiate. 

We were getting nowhere ou the key 
issue of the whole struggle, and 1 was 
etting worried. I racked my brain dor 

pressure 
ne up with 


I boss Mayor Kelly. who made 
^s machine look like the League of 
in Voters. When Kelly whistled, 
everybody jumped 10 attention, from 
the local ward hecler to the leading bus 
in town. Now. there were four 
machines in the country at that 
Kelly's in Chic Pendergust's 
as City, Curley's in Boston and 


ague's in Jersey City—and between 
them they exercised a hell of a political 


clout, because th 
delivered the swit 
crats at election. timc. 


y were the guys who 
states to the Demo- 
This meant that 


Roosevelt had to deal with them, but 
they were all pretty disreputable in the 
public eye and whenever he met with 


them he smuggled them through the 
hack door of the White House and 
conferred in secret in some smoke-filled 


room. This was particularly true in Kel- 
lys case, since he was hated by liberals 
and зай all across the county be 


ise of his reactionary antilabor stand 
d his responsibility for the Memorial 
Day Mas go in 1937. In 
fact, the left despised Kelly as imensely 
in those days as they did Daley after the 


Chicago Democratic Convention 
Now. Kelly wats a funny guy: he was a 
mass of contradictions—like most people 


thor actions he 
really admired F. D. Ro: in fact, Iu 
shiped him, and nothing hurt 


wor- 
him 


vore than the way he was forced to 
sneak into rhe. White House like a pe 
riah—no dinner parties, none of those 


lile Sunday soirees that Eleanor used 
10 throw. not even a public testimonial. 
He desperately wanted. acceptance by 
. D. Re and the intellectuals in his brain 
trust. and he really smarted under the 
second-class status the President con- 
ferred on him. I'd studied his personali- 
ty carefully, and I knew Pd get nowhere 
appealing to him over labor's r 
1 figured T might just be able to use this 
personal Achilles heel to our advantage. 
n andience with Kelly 
spiel. "Look, Mayor," I 
you an 
Y got"- 
bother to 


ted m 


Т know 1 can’t deliver 


stid, 
more votes th 


you've alie; 


1 
v didn't 


those days th even 
count the ballots, they weighed "em. and 
every cemetery in town voted: there was 
l afterlife in Chicago—"but Pm 
going to make a deal with you." Kelly just 
looked bored: he was probably askin 
himself why he'd even bothered to see 


а re 


this itle pip-squeak radical. "What've 
you got to deal with, k 
1 told 


1?” he asked me. 
ight now you've got a 
ny ol 
ized labor in the country. Buc ГИ 
© you a liberal overnight. FH deliver 
the national CLO. endorsement for you 
and the public support of every union 
igo. I've arranged for two of the 
uys who were wounded in th 
Massacre to go on the 
tue fiend of the 
forty-eight hours 
nto а 


эң 
tion as the numb 


onc cn 


pplaud you as 
Within 
mned you 
liberalism"—Kelly still looked bored — 
and that'll make you completely accept 


gman 


nol 


able 10 F. D.R. on all occasions, social 
and political.” 
Suddenly he sat bolt upright in his 


Чай and his eyes bored into minc 
"How do | know you 
asked. P handed him 

That's the unlisted nu 
Lewis in Механа, V 
tell him l'm here in your office, tell him 
what I ad then ask him if I c; 
deliver." Kelly leaned back in his d 
and sail “Whitt do you wai 
“I want you to put the scr 
meat. packers to sign а cont 
union." He said, "It's a deal. You'll get 
your coutract tomorrow." We did, and 
from that time on victory for Back of 
the Yards was ensured. And E cà 
ol that fight convinced that the 
tional techniques we used in Back ol the 
Yards could be employed successfully 
nywhere across the nation 
PLAYBOY: Were you right? 
AUNSKY: Absolutely, Our tac 
y accondin: 


r 
G” I said, 
the 
t with the 


ws on 


s have to 
to the needs and prob- 
Jems of cach particular arca we're orgm- 
izing, bur we've been very successful 
with an overall strategy that we adhere 
to pretty closely. For example, the cen- 


i the commu- 


Ho 


эн 


ual principle of: 
efforts is selfalerer 
nity we're dealing with must first. want 
us to come in. and once we're in we 
insist they choose their own objectives 
and leaders, Its the organizer's job to 
provide the technical know-how, not to 
impose his wishes or his animdes on 
the community: we're not there to lead, 
but to help and to teach. We want the 
local people 10 use us. di 
ence and expertise, and then throw. us 
away and continue doing the job the 
selves. Otherwise they'd grow overly € 
pendent on us and the moment we 
moved out the situation. would start to 
revert t0 Ше sims quo entr, This is 
imit on the 


nizers re us with 


T organizat 


n our expe 


why Pye жї a duce year 
rog 

lar area. Th 
ur operating procedure in all our ef 
forts; we're outside agitators, all right, 
but by invitation only. And we never 
kome 

How does a self-styled outside 
agitator like yourself get accepted in the 


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community he plans to organize? 
ALINSKY: The first and most important 
thing you can do to win this acceptance 
is to bait the power structure into pub- 
licly attacking you. In Back of the Yards, 
when I was first establishing my cre- 
dentials, I deliberately mancuvered to 
provoke criticism. I made outrageous state- 
ments to the press, I attacked every civic 
and business leader I could think of, 
and I goaded the establishment to strike 
back. The Chicago Tribune, one of the 
most rightwing rags in the count 
the time, E led me a subversive mci 
ace and spokesmen for the meat packers 
denounced me as a dangerous enemy of 

aw and order. Now, these were the same 
forces thar were screwing the average 
Joe in Back of the Yards, and the minute 
he saw those attacks he said, “That guy 
Alinsky must be all right if he can get 
those bastards that pissed oll. he must 
е something or they wouldn't be so 
rricd." So 1 used what 1 call psych 
logical jujitsu on the establishme ad 
it provided me with my credentials. my 
birth. certif ıe communities 
1 ever or 

But over hove all these devices, 
the ultimate to acceptance by a 
community is respect for the dignity of 
the individual you're dealing with. ТЕ 
you feel smug or arrogant or 
scending. he'll sense it right away. 


at 


м 


conde- 
and 


community is listen, not 
to cat, sleep. breathe only one thing: the 
problems and aspirations of the commu- 
nity. Because no matter how imaginative 
your tactics, how shrewd your suategy, 
c doomed before you сусп start 
you don't win the trust and respect of 
the people: and the only way to get that 
is for you to trust and respect. them. 
And without that respect there's no con 


munication, no mutual confidence and 
no action, That's the first. less 
mizer has n. 

iu k of the Yards, If 

, we would never have won, 

"d we could never have turned that 

hellhole into a textbook model of progres- 


organization. Twenty- 
five yems later, the Back of the Yards 
Council is sill going suong. and a 
whole generation has grown up not even 
owing that their neighborhood was 
once one of the foulest slums in the 
country, Even Mayor Daley lives there 
now—about the only a nt ГА ever 
buy for restrictive covenant 
PLAYBOY: Mayor Daley's presence 
Back of the Yards symbolizes what some 
radicals consider the fatal flaw in your 
work: the tendency of communities 
you've organized eventually to join the 
establishment in return for their piece 
of the economic action. As а case in 
point, Back of the Yards is now one of 


sive community 


gumi 


the most vociferously segregationist areas 
of Chicago. Do you see this as a failure? 
ALINSKY: No. only as a challenge. ПУ 
quite tue that the Back of the Yards 
Council, which 20 years ago was waving 
banners attacking all forms of discrimina- 
tion and intolerance, today doesn't want 
Negroes, just like other middle-class white 
communities. Over the years they've won 
victory after victory against. poverty and 
exploitation and they've moved steadily 
up the ladder from the have-nots to 
the havcaditlewantmores until today 
they've thrown in their lot with the haves, 
Th recurring pattern; you can see it 
in the American labor movement. which 
has gone from John L. Lewis to George 
Meany in one generation. Prosperity 
makes cowards of us all. and k of the 
Yards is no exception. They've entered 
the nightfall of success. and their dreams 
of a better world have been replaced by 
nightmares of fear—fcar of change. fear 
of losing their material goods, fear of 
blacks. Last time 1 was in Back of the 
Yards. a good number of the cars were 
plastered with Wallace stickers; I could 
Like so onctime 
the in their 


nd prosperity. 
thought of 


why Гуе serioush 
back into the an 
à new movement 

5 years ago. 
This process of co-opt 
doesn't discourage you? 


1 organ 
luow the 


10 over 


ion 


ALINSKY: No. It’s the cternal problem, 
but it must be accepted with the under- 


standing that all life is а series of revo- 
one following the other, each 
society a little bit closer to the 
© goal of real personal amd social 
freedom. I certainly don't regret for one 
ме what I did in the Back of the 
Yards. Over 200,000 people were given de- 
cent lives, hope for the future and new 
dignity because of what we did in that 
cesspool. Sure, today they've grown fat and 
comfortable and smug. and they need to 
be kicked but if I had a 


choice between secing those same people 
ng in filth and poverty and de- 
at life within the 


fester 


spair, and living a dec 


problems here, and the reason some 
people just give up when they sce that 
economic improvements don't make AL 
bert Schweitzers out of everyhe 
that too many libe 
a tenderminded, overly roma 
of the poor; they gl 
stricken slum dweller agon of 
justice and expect him to behave like 
an angel the minute his shackles ave 
removed. Thats cud. Poverty is ugly. 
evil and degrading. and the fact that 
have-nots exist in despair, discrimination 
and deprivation docs not ам 
endow them with 


y speci: 


оГ charit ісе. wisdom, mercy or 
moral purity. They are people, with all 
the faults of people—greed, envy, suspi 

cion, intolerance—and once they get on 
top they can be just as bigoted as the 
people who once oppressed them. But 
that doesn’t mean you Ie; 
You just keep on fighting 

PLAYBOY: Spokesmen for the New Left 
contend that this process of 
dation renders piecemeal reforms m 
ingles, and that the overthrow 

replacement of the system itself is the only 
s of ensuring meaningful social 
progress. How would you answer them? 

ALINSKY: That l of rhetoric expl: 
why there's nothing left of the New 
Left It would be great if the whole 
system would just disappear overnight, 
but it won't, and the kids on the New 
Left sure as hell n't going to over 
throw it. Shit, Abbie Hoffman and Jerry 
Rubin couldn't organize a successful 
luncheon, much less a revolution. I can 
sympathize w ence and pes- 


he й 


simism of a lot of kids, but they've got 
t0 reme that real revolution is а 
long, hard process. Radicals in the 


United States don’t have the strength to 
much less the Army, Navy and 

it's just idiocy for the Panthers 
to talk about all power growing from 
the barrel of a gun when the other side 
has all the guns. 

America isn't Russia in 1917 or China 
in 1916, and any violent head-on coli- 
sion with the power structure will only 
ensure the mass suicide of the left and 
the probable uiumph of domestic fas- 
cism. So you're not going to get instant 

i vana, for that matter 

е got to ask youself, "Short 
what the hell can I do?” 
is to build up local 
power bases that cam merge into a па- 
tional power movement that will ulti- 
mately realize your goals. That takes 
time and hard work and all the tedium 
connected with hard work, which turns 
off а lot of today's rhetorical vadi 
But it's the only alternative to the con 
ion of the present system, 

It's important to look at this issue in 
а historical perspective. Every major 
revolutionary movement in history has 
gone through the same process of cor 
ruption, proceeding from virginal purity 
to seduction to decadence, Look at the 
c 1 church as it evolved from. the 
days of the martyrs to а giant holding 
pany, or the way the Russian Revo- 
lution degenerated into а morass of bu- 
reaucracy and oppression as the new 
class of state managers replaced the fe 
dal landowners as the réigning power 
elite. Look at our American Revolution; 
there wasn't anybody more dedicated 
to the right of revolution th 
Adams, leader of the Sons of Lib 


of that, 
The only answer 


s. 


со 


PALL. MALL. 
ШШШ; 


Yes, theyre longer. 
longer than king-size М 
Yes, for all that flavor Y 
they sure taste mild 
Yes,longer 


PLAYBOY 


78 


the 
lut on 
find а worse dictatorial reac 
Adams; he insisted that exei 
leader of Shays Rebellion be € 
as a warning to the masses. He 


had 
the right to revolt, but nobody had the 


ainst him. Take G 
even: within ten months of India’s 
"dependence, he acqu 

ing passive resist 
onviolent principles 
to support the military occupation of 
Kashmir, Subsequently, weve seen the 
same thing happen in Goa and Pakistan, 
Over and over again, the firebrand 
olutionary freedom fighter is the first to 
desu us and even the lives of 
the nest generation of rebels. 

But recognizing this 
despair. АЙ life is warfare, and it’s the 
continuing fight against the status quo 
that revitilizes society, stimulates new 
values and gives mam renewed hope of 
evemual progress, The struggle itself. is 
the victory. History is like a 1elay race of 
revolutions; the torch of idealism is car- 
ried by one group of revolutionaries until 
blisunent, and then 
nd ci 
се by à new gi 


iesced. in the law 


m 
he abandoned his 


ce 


y the ri 


isn't cause for 


too becomes ап см. 


ied on 


the torch is snatched up 
the nest leg of the 
t olution cycle goes on 
and on. and along the way the values of 
humanism and social justice the rebels 
champion take shape and change and 
ате slowly implanted in the minds of all 
men even as their advocates falter and. 
succumb to the materialistic decadence 
of the prevailing status quo. 

So whenever a community comes to 
me and asks me for help and says, 
“We're being exploited. and discrimi 
nated against 
we need to organiz 
say? "Sorry, guys. if I help organize you 
to get power and you win, then you'll all 
become just like Back of the Yard 
materialistic and all that. so just go on 
sulfering. its really better for your 
souls” And vet that's what a good many 
so-called © in Гаа saying, ICs 
Kind of like a starving min comin; 


»n ol re 


nd shafted in every w: 


what am E goin 


o 


idicals а 


you and beg 
ind your telling him, "Don't you теа 
that man doesn't live by bread 
What а cop-out. No, there'll be setbacks, 
reverses, plenty of them, but you've just 
got to keep on sluggin’. I knew wl 
left Back of the Yards in 1910 that I 
hadn't created. а utopia, but people were 
ght for die fist time in 
h m 
owas your next org; 


ng you for a loal of bre 


standi 
the 
PLAYBOY: WI 
tional effort alter your success in. Back 
of the Yards? 

ALINSKY: Well. in the afiermath of Back 
of the Yaris, а lot of people who'd said 
it couldn't be done were patting me on 
the back. but none of them were oflering 
any conerete support for similar organi- 


es, and 


t wa 


enough fo 


rational cflorts. Then in 1940 Bishop 
Sheil brought me together with Marshall 
Field III, one of those rare birds, a 
| a genuine social con- 
was а funny kind of chem- 
right hom the beginning, 
and Field became really enthusiastic 
about what 1 was trying to do. And 
what's more, unlike а lot of do-gooding 
cats, he was willing 10 put his money 
where his He gne me а 
grant that would allow me the freedom 
and mobility 10 repeat the Back of the 
Yards pattern in other communities, and 
with his money J established the Indus- 


istry between u 


mouth was. 


trial Areas Foundation in 
which is still my primary 
tions. Between Field and got 


$10,000 as an annual budget lor sal ту, 
office, stall and travel expe Those 
were the days! 1 started moving across 
the country, working in different slum 
areas and forming cadres of volunteer 
organizers to carry the work ou when I'd 
lelt, Those were picty hectic times; 1 
remember 1 had cards made up reading, 
HAVE TROUBLE, WILL TRAVEL.” 
PLAYBOY: Did you run into much trouble 
youself? 
ALINSKY: Yeah, I w 
the plagu 
because the minute Fd arrive in a new 
town the caps would slap me right in 
L There w any «тар about h 
beas corpus amd the rights of the ac 
cused in those days: if they thought you 
were a troublemaker, they just threw 
you behind bins, and nobody bothered 
to read you your constitutional rights, I 
йу used to enjoy jail, though. When 
you jail a radical, you're playing right 
into his hands. One result is that the 
inherent conflict between the haves and 
the have-nots is underlined and drama- 
tized, and another is that it terrifically 
strengthens your position with the people 
you're trying to organize. They say, "Shit, 
that guy cares enough about us to go 
jail for us. We curt let him down now." 
So they make a martyr out of you at no 
higher cost than a few days or weeks of 
cruddy food and a Little inaction 

And actually, that inaction itself is a 
valuable gilt to a y. When 
you're out in the arent all the time. 
you're constantly on the nm, racing 
from one fight to another and from one 
community to another. Most of the time 
you don't have any opportunity for re- 
ficetion and. contemplation; you never 
get outside of yoursel enough t0 gain a 
real perspec 
tactics 


I 


about as popular as 
L used to save on hotel bills, 


asn't 


evolu 


© and insight into your 
own а strategy. In the Bible 
the prophets could at least go out 
the wilderness and get themselves 10- 
gether, but about the only free time 1 
ever had was on a sleeper train between 
towns, and I was generally so knocked 
out by the end of the day Td just pass 
out the minute my head hit the pillow. 


into 


So my wilderness, like that of all rad 
cals, turned out to be jai 
It was really great: there weren't any 
phones and, outside of one hour every 
day, you didn’t get any visitors. Your 
jailers were generally so stupid you 
Ik to ‘em anyway, 


wouldn't want to ta 
and since your surroundings were so 


diab and depressing, your only escap 
was into your own mind and i 
tion. Look at Martin Luth 


was only in Montgomery jail that he 
had the uninterrupted time to think out 
thoroughly the wider implications of his 
bus boycott, and later on his philos- 
phy deepened and widened during his 
time in prison in Birmingham, as he 
wrote in “Letter from a Birmin 
Jail” So jail is an invaluable wai 
ground for radicals. 

PLAYBOY: It also removes you from active 
participation in your 
ALINSKY: Oh. Fm predicatii on the 
jI sentence being no more than two 
months at the maximum. The problem 
you face with а heavy semence is that 
you're knocked out of acion for too 
long and can lose your touch, and there's 
also the danger that if you're gone from 
the fight long enough. everybody will 
forget about you. Hell. if they'd given 
Jesus life ol crucifying him. 
people would probably be lighting candles 
to Zeus today. But a relatively short jail 
term is a wonderful opportunity to 
think about what you're doing and why. 
where youre headed and how you can 
get there better and faster. П in jail 
that you cam reflect and synthesize your 
ideas, formulate your long-term goals 
with detachment and objectivity and 


shape your philosophy 
Juil certainly played an important 
role in my own case, Alter Back of the 


one of our toughest f 


Kansas City, where we were uying to 


Yards, hts 


organize a really foul slum called the 
Bottoms. The minute I'd get out ol the 


Union Station and start. walking down 
the main d squad car would pull 
up and they'd take me off to jail as а 
public nuisance, I was never booked: 
they'd courteously lock me up 
They'd e me a pretty fair 
shake in. jail. though. a private cell and 
decent treatment, amd it was there 1 
started writing my fast book, Reveille 
for Radicals, Sometimes the guards would 
come in when 1 was working and say, 


Iways 


“OK. Minsky. you can go now,” and ГА 
look up from my papers and say, “Look, 
Ym in the middle of the chapter. СИ tell 


you when T want out." T think that was 
the first and only time they had a pris 
anxi to be rel After а few 
times like that, word. reached the police 
chief of this nut who loved jail, and one 
day he came around to see me. Despite 
our political differences, we began to hit 
it off and soon became close friends. Now 

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he was sure that humans were losing 
control of the world—and now the 
doctors were tampering with his own 


brain, turning him into a computer 


Part one of a new novel 
By MICHAEL CRICHTON 


TUESDAY, МАКСИ 9, 1971 


I 


ADMISSION 


They came 
ward at noon 


down to the emergency 

1 sat on the bendi just 
behind the doors that led in 
from the ambulance park Ellis 
was nervous. preoccupied, distant. Morris 
was relaxed, eating a candy bar and crum- 
pling the wrapper into the pocket of 
his white jacket. 


ag slot 


they could look 
falling across the 


From where they sit 
the sunlight outside 
big sign that read EMERGENCY. WARD and 
the smaller that read xo PARKING 
AMBULANCES ONLY. In the distince, 


one 


heard sirens. 

Is that him?" Morris asked. 

І checked his watch. “I doubt it 
It's too carly.” 

They sat on the bench 
the sirens come closer 


nd listened to 
Ellis removed his 


glasses and wiped them with his tic. One 
of the mi 
Morris did not know by name, cime 
over and said brightly, “Is this the wel 
coming committcez" 
Ellis squinted at her 
We'll be taking him str 
Do you! 


emergency-ward nurses, a 


Morris said, 
ht through. 
vc his chart down here?" 

«c 


The т 


I. "No, doctor, 


vs up 


and walked off, looking irritated 
Ellis sighed. He replaced his glasses 


and frowned at the nurse. 
“She 


Morris said, 
thing.” 


didn't mean any- 


I suppose the whole damned hospital 


knows,” Ellis said. 

“Is a pretty big secret to keep,” 
Morris said. 

The sirens were very close now; 


through the window they sw an am 
bulance back into the slot. Two orderlies 
opened the ambulance door and pulled 


out the stretcher. A frail elderly woman 
lay on the stretcher. She was gasping for 
breath, making wet gurgling sounds. Se 
vere pulmonary edema, Morris thought 
as he watched her taken into one of the 
treatment rooms. 

"I hope he's in good shape," 
said. 


Ellis 


Benson? Why shouldn't he be?" 
“They might have roughed him up.” 
Ellis stared morosely out the window. He 


81 


PLAYBOY 


82 


Шу was in a bad mood, Morris thought. 
He knew that meant Ellis was excited; he 
had scrubbed in on enough cases with 
Ellis to recognize the pattern, Irascibility 
under pressure while he waited—and then 
total, almost bored calm when the opera- 
tion began. "Where the hell is he 
said, looking at hiis watch адай 
о change the subject. Mor 
“Ate we all set for three-thire 
Benson would be pre 
sented to the hospital stall at a special 
rosurgical rounds 

“As far as 1 know 
making the presen 


rea 


afternoon, 


ne 


Ellis said. “Ross is 
ion, | just hope 


Over the loudspeaker, а зой voice 
А is, Dr. John Ellis, two-two- 
four, Dr. Ellis, two-tvothree-fow 


thre 


Ellis got up to answer the 
"Shit." he said. 


Two- 
uccfour was the extension for the 


Moris knew what he пи 
икон 


ant. 


ıl laboratories. The call prob: 
meant something had gone wrong w 
the monkeys, Ellis had been doing three 
monkeys a week for the past month, just 
10 keep himself and his stall ready. 
Morris watched as Ellis crossed the room 
and answered from 1 phone. Ellis 
walked with a slight limp. the result of a 
ood injury that had cur the lateral 
peroneal nerve in his right leg. Morris 
always wondered if the injury had had 
something to do with Ellis later deci- 
sion to become а neurosurgeon. Certainly 
Ellis had the attitude of a man deter- 
mined to correct defects, to fis thi 
up. That was what he always said to his 
patients: “We can fix you up.” And he 
seemed 10 have more than his share of 
defects himsell—the limp, the prema- 
tue baldness, the weak eyes requiring 


bly 


gs 


heavy thick glasses. АП these things ex- 
plained his short temper—and the ex 
pla «le him more tolerable 


Or perhaps the irritability was the 
ll those yem surgeon. 
Morris ‘t sure; he himself hadn't 
heen a surgeon long enough. He stared 
out the window in the direction ol the 
visitors parking lot. Afternoon visiting 
relatives were 


result. 


wits 


bigh buildin 
Apprehension 
es. The hospital was a place 
people feared. 

Morris noticed how mi 
had suntins, Dt was a warm, sunny 
spring in Los Angeles, yet he was still as 
pale as the white jacket and white trou- 
He had to get 
he told himself. He 
ng lunch outside, He 


of the 
clear on 


was 


ny of them 


sers he wore every day 
outside more of 
should start c 


played tennis, of course, but that was 
usually in the eve 
Ellis came back. "Shit" he said. "Ethel 


tore out her sutures. 


“How did it happen?" Morris said 
* rhesus monkey that 
surgery the day be- 
fore. The operation had proceeded flaw- 
lesly. And Ethel was unusually docil 
sus monkeys went. 
“1 don't Know,” Ellis sid. "Appare 
worked an arm loose [rom he 
nts, Anyway, she's shrieking and 
the bone’s exposed on one side.” 
“Did she tear out her wires?” 
don’t know. But I've got t0 go 
over and resew her now, Can you h 
dle this? 

1 think so." Moris would rather 
have Ellis here, but he could. probably 
handle it himself. 

"Are you all right with the cops? 
Ellis said. “I don't think they ll give you 
any trouble.” 

No, І don't think so 

“Just get Benson up to sev 
you can,” Ellis said. “Then c 
be up as soon as possib] 
his watch, “ИЛ probably 
minutes to resew Ethel, 
herself. 

When he bad gone. 
ward nurse came back. 
she asked. 
“Just edgy,” Morris said. 
“He sure is" the n 
ed aud looked 


п as fast as 
all Ross. ГЇЇ 
He checked 

take forty 
she behaves 


the emergency- 
What's the mat- 


said. She 
window, 


irse 


out the 


tehed her with a kind of 
hment. He'd spent enough 
s in the hospital to recognize the 
subtle signs of status He had begun 
Hern, with no status at all. Most 
of the nurses had known more medicine 
than he had, and when they were tired, 
they didn't bother to conceal it. (I 
don't think you want to do that, doc 


lor") As the years went by, he became 
a surgical resident and the nurses be 
tame more deferential, When he was 
а senior resident, he was sufficiently as 


sured of his work th 
nur 


a few of the 
s called him by his first name. And 
ed to the Neu- 
Research. Unit. 
staff member, the formality retur 
new mark of status. 

But this was something else: а nurse 
hanging around, just being near him, 
because he had a special aura of impor- 
use everyone in the hospital 
t was going to happen. 

out the w 


s a junior 
ed as 


падол, the n 


rse 


he comes 
Morris got up and looked out. А blue 
police van drove up toward the emer- 


ney ward and turned around, backing 
into the ambulance slot. "АП right," he 
said. "Notily the seventh floor and tell 


them we're on our way.” 
The muse went off. Two ambulance 
orderlies opened the hospital doors and 


watched 


s the police officer driving th 
van came around and unlocked. iis vear 
door. Two officers seated in the back 


ht. Then 


emerged. blinking in the sunl 
Benson came out. 


struck by his 
meck. pudgy, 
sort of. perm: 


St-year-old man with 


nently bewildered air about him. He 
stood by the va wrists hand- 
cuffed in font п looked. 


around. When he saw Ме hel 

Jo, and then looked away. embarrassed. 
One of the cops said, “You in charge 

here? 


le s 


Im Dr. Monis. Would 
g his handcuffs off?" 
dont have any orders 
The cops exchanged. gi 
s OK. 
While they took the culls off, 
driver brought Morris а form on 
board. Morris hardly glanced 
“Transfer of Suspect to Insti 
Care (Medical). igned it. 


“Yes. 
mind ta 
We 


you 


about 
nes. “Т 


utional 
Benson 


ze from United Parcel. 

Morris led the two oth 
and Benson into the hospital. A nurse 
came up with a wheelchair and Benson 
sat down in in The cops looked con 
fused, “T's hospital policy.” Morris said 
ashe led the way to the elevator. 


policeme 


The elevator arrived and they all got 
ош. Seven was the spe 
where dificult and compte: 
treated. Tt was essentially 
tion. The most severe c 
and metabolic patients recupcrated here. 
Mortis and the others went down to the 
nurses” station, a glasswalled arca stra 
tegically located in the center of the 
Xhaped floor. 

The nurse on duty а 
looked up. She was surprised to sec the 
cops. but she said nothing. Morris said, 
“This is Mr. Benson. Have we got 


“АП set for him,” the nurse said and 
we Benson a cheery smile. Benson 
smiled bleakly back and glanced 
the nurse to the computer console in the 
corner of the nurses’ station. 

You have a time-shar 
he asked. 
Morris said. 
ve's the m 


from 


station up 


1 computer?” 


Sement 
nodded. 


son s was noL sur 


prised ar rhe questions Benson was 
uying to disuact himsel from thc 
thought of surgery and he was, alter all, 


a computer expert. 
The nurse handed Morris the chart 
on Benson, hi had the usual blue-pkistic 
cover with the seal of ersity Hospi 
tal. But there was also a red tag, which 
meant nd a yellow t 
which sive care, and a white 
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neurosurgei 


edical advice.” 


d giving a bit of free m 


GRATEFUL 
: DEAD 
I HAVE 

KNOWN 


article By ED MCCLANAHAN A BRIGHT SUNDAY AFTERNOON in August 1971, just 
one week after Bill Graham closed the doors of the Fillmore West forever and ever, and I'm 
sitting in the living room of Jerry Garcia's new house on the headlands above a coastal vil- 
lage an hour north of San Francisco (a very nice house, by the way, not luxurious or anything 
but altogether nice enough to reflect the Grateful Dead's rising fortunes during the past couple 
of years); and if I were to glance over my shoulder, I could see beyond the picture window all 


riding that train, high on cocaine. ..or was it just а leetle laughing gas? 


"laua wasnt gena Vat. 


УУ 


STREETS 


A MI 


JUL UI 
ANS 


HUI 


3 


PLAYBOY 


the way down the tilting rim of the con- 
tinent to the shimmering Pacific. Only 
right this minute, I'm not into scenery 
at all; right this minute, I'm deeply en- 
gaged in being paranoid about my tape 
recorder, just sort of stroking the ucach- 
grous little bastard, before I entrust to 
its tape-eating maw the wit and wisdom 
of Jerry Garda, lead guitarist and 
chief philosophical theoreti of what 
some claim is the greatest rock-n-roll 
band in the world—Captain Trips, they 
call him. 

Jerry, meanwhile, is doing exacily 
what he always docs, playing it as it lays, 
which right now means sitting there 
beside me in his rocking chair, gazing 
benignly out the window, beaming with- 
in the dark nimbus of his hair and 
beard like a stoned-out John the Bap- 
tist, waiting. 

"What Га like to do," I’m prattling, 
rather desperately trying to fill with the 
sound of my own voice the void my 
incompetence has created, “I'd like to 
feel free 10 е ав many liberties with 
this interview as l've been taking with the 
rest of the material, to, uh, interpolate and. 


rearrange things here and there when it 
seems... . But maybe you , . . ?" 
“Sure,” Jerry says cheerily, waving aside 


my question. “You're gonna lie a little, 
you mean. Sure, you can say 1 said any- 
thing you feel like, I don't give a shit.” 

"Good deal! Because what I'm plan- 
ning to do. see, is to take this interview 
and sort of write myself out of it, my 
own voice, ] mean, so that what's left 
will be just your voice, disembodied, 
just rapping out loud. Like, for in- 
stance, did you happen to read John 
Sack's interviews with Lieutenant Calley? 
Do you remember how Sack himself isn’t 
really a presence there, how it comes 
down as if it were just Calley alone, 
telling his own story? That sort of 
thing. And then I'll just take your voice 
and weave it through the piece, proba- 
bly in italics or something, just lacing it 
in and out wherever it seems. . . . 

Jerry grins and says: "Sure, feel free, 
whatever. Only the erroneous assumption 
in that, see, is that a guy like Calley might 
ever volunteer any information at all. Or 
me, for that matter. I mean, nobody ever 
hears about some of the shit that comes 
out in interviews unless somebody asks 
me, you know what 1 mean? In fact, it's 
ike the basis of the reality from which you 
because you wouldn't write this 
thing if you'd never talked to any of us, 
would you? I mean, you know what I mean? 
If you weren't interacting in there, the 
story would never have occurred. So it’s, 
ike, you can include yourself or not, but 
either way, it's all уоп...” 

OK, then: me, by God: 

So there 1 am in September 1970, early 
morning, and I'm hurrying home to 
California to write about the Grateful 


Dead (I've been at this quite a while, 
you understand) after a three-week hia- 
tus back East, barreling along in my big 
Dodge camper all alone through the 
everlasting vasty reaches of central Iowa, 
on a back road somewhere 40 miles in 
some direction or another from Cedar 
Rapids, and it’s raining like a cow piss- 
ng on a flat rock, a cold, driving rain 
that chills me even with the camper's 
heater ramming hot air up both pants 
legs; and beside me on the hump of the 
engines housing are spread my Official 
Accuracy Reporters Notebooks filled 
with threeweek-old runic  scribblings 
(garcia missing 2 joints midl. finger rt. 

ndl—phil lesh leanness lincolnesk! 
m cutler rd. mgr. look like capt. 
hook!!—bob weir billy the Май 
john mcintyre bus. mgr. elegant, look 
like yng. rich widmarktt!!) and sev. 
eral yellowing copies of Rolling Stone 
featuring articles about the Dead, and 
my іше portable stereo tape recorder 
and five cassettes of the Dead's albums, 
and—here comes the weird part—on my 
head I'm wearing, Buck Rogerslike, an 
enormous pair of superpowerful stereo 
headphones plugged into the recorder, 
and the volume is turned up full blast 
and the Dead's "Turn it on! Turn it 
on!” is crashing into my eardrums and 
I'm bouncing ecstatically in my seat and 
hammering the heels of my hands on the 
steering wheel to Bill the Drummer's surg- 
ing, 19t0-the-dozen rhythms, while the 
guitars scream as loud as locomotive 
whistles; and now an image swirls to 
mind and shapes itself, ihe interior of 
my skull has somehow become the inte- 
rior of the Fillmore West, San Francis- 
co's onetime Carousel Ballroom, this 
cavernous old relic of a pleasure palace 
amid whose tawdry grandeur our fore- 
bears forbore Guy Lombardo and Shep 
Fields and His Rippling Rhythms that 
we might live to dig the Dead, my 
throat and tongue the Fillmore's thread- 
bare maroon-carpeted lobbies and stair 
wells and my teeth its curlicuing rococo 
plaster balustrades and my brainpan the 
grand ballroom itself, my medulla ob- 
longata its vaulted ceiling festooned 
with heavily sagging billows of silvery- 
gray asbestos damask, and there are 3000 
dope-crazed Dead fans crouched haunch 
to haunch in the darkness on the im- 
mense dance floor of my mind, while at 
the far end of the great chamber, on- 
stage, dwarfed beneath the high curved 
bleachedawhite band shell that is the 
inner surface of my forehead, the Grate- 
ful Dead are getting it on, а demon- 
driven suicide squad of assassins under the 
harsh command of the archbrigand Pig- 
pen ("turn it on! jes a leetle bit hi 
cee-yer!”), a murderous little band of 
renegades, savages, tartars in cowboy 
multi, angels of death armed not with 
three supercharged guitars and a set of 


traps but with three choppers and а 
mercilessly laying waste to the 
, writhing mass of defenseless 
supplicants spread beneath them, and 
against the backs of my eyeballs the 
iant lightshow screen behind the band- 
ht sky 
battlefield with the garish light 
their fusillade, it is more than just а 
a byGod apocalypse hur- 
tling along right here inside the fragile 
eggshell of my skull at 70 miles an hour 
through the Iowa monsoon, the incredible 
cacophony of it thrumming in my 
blood and beating wildly against the 
backs of my eyes mounting and mount 
ing and mounting until it peaks out at 
about 11,000,000 megadecibels and Pig 
screams "Y eeeeeeceeece-0-0.0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0u- 
wwwwwwwwwwww!" and barks "And 
leave it on!” and within the head- 
phones there descends an abrupt and 
wondrous stillness, a silence made inf- 
nitely deeper and more profound by the 
absence not merely of the. Dead's right- 
eous racket but of all sound, the head- 
phones baffling out even the engine's 
roar along with the slap-lap-slap of the 
wipers and the steady suck of tires on 
the flooded roadbed, as if the whole wet 
world were inexplicably and without 
warning stricken mute, and as the wip- 
ers streak the veil of water on the wind- 
shield, 1 see, standing stalwart by the 
lonely Iowa roadside like heaven's own 
herald, an enormous billboard, sky-blue, 
with great thick square white letters 
proclaiming, for no good reason at all, 


TIME ENDS 
ETERNITY WHERE 


and even as the wind-blown water sheets 
the glass again, blurring, then m 
the image beyond telligence, I hear 
Jerry Garcia begin the next song on the 
tape, his voice rising sweet and clear 
and plangent into the silence, 


"You know Death don't 
Have no mercy 
Tn this land. . 


“I mean, everybody who's makin’ a 
big thing about the closing of the Fill- 
more, that's a crock of shit, actually. 
Because, you know, what'd they do be- 
fore there was a Fillmore? 1 mean, 
there's always been a musician scene, 
musicians have always traveled around 
and you could always hear music. And 
that’s gonna happen no matter what. In 
most places, see, there isn't any Fillmore. 
And that doesn't. affect anybody except, 
you know, the Fillmore freaks. 1 think 
the end of the Fillmore is just the 
beginning of different space. . . ." 

“The first time ] saw Jerry Garcia," 
my young friend Harry (who is said to 
be a genius in molecular physics. his 

(continued on page 108) 


TIAGRNIFIOUL 
DOMINIQUE 


french film star dominique sanda is complex, 
compelling and—but of course—beautiful 


avrexnoox. The season is late autumn, the setting St- 
‘Tropez. And the freaked-out. French resort—resuming 
identity as a peaceful fishing village after the summer crush 
of reckless, topless Beautiful People from four continents 
—seems precisely the right place for Dominique Sand, 
la belle Dominique, to be talking about herself. Still 
few months shy of her 215 birthday, Dominique is 
serenely classic blonde with the electric New Sensib 

throbbing in every pore. She is also on her way to becoming 


87 


88 


The accolades generated by Dominique's performance in the Berio- 
lucci movie version of Alberto Moravia’s The Conformis! were more 
than enough to guarantee her a place in the cinematic sun. Above 
left: In her now-famous “Lesbian” dance sequence with Stefania San- 
drelli, she exuded a sexvality—cool on the surface yet promis- 
ing to erupt at any moment—that was singled out for critical acclaim. 
Dominique's next film, De Sica’s The Garden of the Finzi-Continis, 
finds her again involved with fascist Italy and sexual nonconformity. 


nd as the result of just three pictures, which have 
inspired rapturous critics to compare her to Garbo, Dietrich 
and a Botticelli Renaissance angel. 

It quickly becomes apparent that she commands attention 
without cffort. Slumped in a blue lawn chair on the flagstone 
patio of a sand-colored stucco villa that sprawls in the hills over- 
looking St.-Tropez, Dominique wears a beige cable-knit sweater 
over tweed bell-bottoms and has her ash-blonde hair pinned 
back with exquisite indifference. She looks sensational. She and 


PLAYBOY 


90 


her lover, 45-year-old Christian Marquand, 
a former actor who turned film maker 
nd directed Candy), are the house guests 
of French director Roger Vadim, estranged 
husband of Jane Fonda and host, for the 
moment, to a dozen or more friends, 
relatives. film folk and sweet young things 
with daring décolletage. 

Open and friendly yet subtly aloof 
from the others, who treat her with the 
deference due visiting royalty, Domi 
nique pooh-poohs -all the nonsense 
about a new Dietrich. "It's nice to hear. 
They also say I am like Carole Lom- 
bard, but I want to be myself, Domi- 
nique. Who I really love and identify 
with are Baudelaire and Rimbaud, or 
Rousseau . . . or that English painter who 
works with acrylics. What's his name . . . 
Peter Blak 

Speaking of art pulls her attention 
back to a large woolen tapestry of her 
own design—a sunburst pattern woven 
in muted shades of gold, gray, beige and 
blue. She calmly picks up her needle 
and sets to work. “I love the sun,” she 
says. "I have dreams about the sun. I'm 
attracted by warm colors, groovy things, 
contradictions. Like those Bedouins I 
once saw in Morocco, who wear their 
traditional costumes with blue-and-yel- 
low plastic shoes That I like" She 
would plainly rather discuss Bedouin 
couture than recap her life and career. 
Both began, in a sense, at the age of 15, 
when she sought to liberate herself from 
the no-nos of a convent education and 
her French bourgeois upbringing by 
plunging into a passionate love affair 
with a young man of 23. Their marriage 
lasted a year, says Dominique, adding, "It 
ended bitterly. Marriage was just my ex- 
сизе. Soon I began to be photographed by 
everyone and made a lot of money. He 
made no money at all, because he didn't 
work. Mostly, I did not respect him. 

"The glamor of modeling soon palled, 
despite Vogue spreads and frequent jun- 
kets to Africa, Turkey, Jamaica, Israel, 
New York. “It was fine for a while, 
because I was searching for something, but 
fashion is a world of surfaces, horribly 
narcissistic. I was like a butterfly, liking 
people for a day ог an hour. I stayed out 
every night, very late, trying everything 
+. + you know?" Assured that we know, 
she smiles the smile of a frolicsome pi 
cess who's been caught creeping home at 
dawn in servant girl's disguise. 

Her first film role came at 17, when 
a friend suggested to veteran. French 
rector Robert Bresson that she would 
be perfectly сам as the heroine of 
Une Femme Douce, his adaptation of a 
Dostoievsky short story. Bresson got more 
than he bargained for. “He is really a 
terrible man, very egoistic" Dominique 
explains, “and he wants publicity only for 
himself. АШ my friends warned me that 
the actors in Bresson films just disappear 
and never do anything afterward. One 
man, they say—I don't remember his 


name—finished a film with Bresson, 
then committed suicide by jumping un- 
der a train. He wants actors depressed, 
deflated, until there is no emotion left 
in them. He is brilliant but cold." She 
shivers, then shrugs off the memory of 
endless retakes by recalling how she 
vited writers and photographers to the 
set and garnered reams of publicity in 
Paris. “Bresson was furious, of course. 
But I had nothing to lose, I was not yet 
an actress. I told him simply, 'Look, you 
have done many films, but th my 
first, and I enjoy the experience very 
much. I intend to do other films in the 
future. So you ее... 7" 

Bresson saw that he had a tigress by 
the tail and subsided. Dominique was 
next chosen to play opposite actor- 
director Maximilian Schell in First Love 
and chalked up another personal 
triumph, which prepared her for her 
memorable role with Jean-Louis Trin- 
tignant in Bernardo Bertolucci's The 
Conformist. Playing the beautiful Les 
wife of a leftist. political leader, Domi- 
nique recalls, "was my best film experi- 
ence. Difficult, because 1 had to let go of 
myself, express real emotion. "The exhi- 
bitionism was hardest for me, like thc 
ballroom scene where the other woman 
and I danced the tango" A little num- 
ber. incidentally, that The New Yorker's 
tart, tough-minded critic Pauline Kael 
called “one of the most romantic screen 
dances since Rogers and Ast: 

Now she has three other completed 
movies on tap, including The Garden of 
the Finzi-Continis for Italy's venerable 
Vittorio De Sica. Antonioni wants her 
for a film called Technicamente Dolce 
(Technically Sweet). She is slated to 
co-star with Terence Stamp in a screen 
version of the English stage hit Abelard 
and Heloise. Bertolucci wanted her back 
to team with Marlon Brando in his new 
film, but the part went to Catherine 
Deneuve—because of a conflicting com- 
miument to make a movie in Yugoslavia, 
though that project came to grief because 
Dominique happens to be several montis 
pregnant. She and Chr ever discuss 
marriage, she s. though her pa 
broach the subject from time to timc. 

As the sunlight fades, Dominique 
moves inside the villa, fetches a tea tray 
and settles onto a green-plush love seat 
beneath an oil painting dominated by a 
reclining figure that appears to be a 
ravish Elsewhere, the decor fea- 
tures elephant tusks and mounted tro- 
phies, souvenirs of the absentee owner's 
hunting safaris. “Horrible,” Dominique 
muuers and obliterates her surroundings 
with a glance. Near the marbleand- 
mahogany mantelpiece a considerable dis- 
tance away, the sterco is playing the 
Beatles Abbey Road. Dominique nuz 
ales her kitten, an cight-week-old tailless 
Siamese named Ether (“There he was in 


d nu 


bed with us one morning, and I decided 
we must find a name for the cat. The 
name we chose was Ether"). Pensive, 
she stands gazing at the delicate neck 
lace of lights across the bay and peels oif 
observations more or less at random. 

Regarding directors, she knows ex- 
actly what she wants, Nothing but the 
best. "Antonioni, піопіопі. He is a 
marvelous sensitive man and my very 
good friend. We have a certain rapport 
I also adore Fellini. А genius, bur. with 
too much fireworks. That's not my way. 
1 wouldn't know what to do with Felli- 
i.” She professes admiration for Berg- 
man and Godard but wrinkles her nose 
at mention of Truffaut. "Personally, 1 
don't even know him, but he is terrible 
for me. I can see what he is in his films. 
A little French bourgeois. ] hate that. 1 
have to identify, in а way, with a direc 
хог ideas—the script, the actors, the 
philosophy, it must all come together 
like this"—she carves a perfect oval in 
the air, her slim fingers meeting. 

Among potential male costars, her 
first choice would be Brando. "A great 
actor and a very gentle man. He spent 
week with us in the mountains. He is a 
close friend of Christian's, since Candy. 
She is equally intrigued by the thought 
of working with Jack Nicholson. "He is 
so different from me, but it might be 
interesting, no? I loved his performance in 
Five Easy Pieces, then I met him. He 
seems a little restless, insecure, like many 
Americans. | suppose because there is 
so much tension, so many conflicts in 
America. 

Christian enters, dressed in his cus- 
tomary blue jeans and work jacket. He 
spends hours every day closeted with 
female scenarist who is helping him 
write a script for Dominique—a story 


about a headstrong young girl їп love 
ith a considerably older man. “Yes, 
the heroine rather resembles Dominique," 


he admits, “а little bit schizophrenic.” He 
contemplates Dominique as if trying 10 
separate fact from fiction and remarks 
that she often seems quite old, which 
is true. According to her changing mood, 
or the mere shift of light on her pro- 
file, she might be a wistful child of 11 
or a French diplomat's daughter doing 
an undergraduate year at Bennington 
or a wickedly worldly woman whose 
charms аге indefinable, ageless Mar 
quand calls her a kind of witch. "She 
is very strong," he adds, "but you will 
notice she seldom raises her м Sel 
dom needs to, for her voice has a sensual 
depth and resonance quite rare in prom- 
ising film actresses of 20. 

Dominique's view of Christian is no 
less romantic. One of her treasured pos 
sessions, temporarily out for repair, is an 
earring made from a large toenail he 
broke while playing tennis. “It's піс 

(continued on pag 


LET 
THERE 
BE LIGHT 
WHISKEYS 


coming soon—courtesy the feds—something new in boozedom 


By THOMAS MARIO two vers of new light whiskey will debut 
early this summer by the grace of the Federal powers that be. One will be 
the light whiskey that has gotten most of the publicity—whiskey distilled 
between 160 and 189 proof aged in used barrels. The second will be called 
blended light whiskey— light whiskey to which has been added up to 19 per- 
cent of the old-fashioned straight whiskey. In other (concluded on page 204) a 


DESIGNED BY KERIG POPE / PHOTOGRAPHEO BY BILL ARSENAULT 


“Try it. You'll like it.” 


THE VARGAS GIRL 


PLAYBOY 


94 


TERMINAL MAN 


tag, which Morris had almost never seen 
on a patient's chart. The white tag 
meant security precautions. 

"That must be my record. 1 always 
wondered what was in it," Benson said 
as Morris wheeled him down the hall 
toward 710. 

"Lot of unreadable notes, mostly,” 
Morris said. Actually, Benson's chart was 
thick and very readable, since most of it 
was computer print-out of different tests. 

They came to 710. Before they en- 
tered the room, one of the cops went in 
and closed the door behind him. The 
second cop remained outside. 

Benson glanced up at Morris. 
“They're very careful about me," he 
said. “It’s almost flattering.” 

"The cop came out. “It's OK," he said. 

Morris wheeled Benson into the 
room; followed by the cops. Seven-ten 
was a large room, on the south side of 
the hospital, so that it was sunny in the 
afternoon. Benson looked around and 
nodded approvingly. Morris said, "This 
is one of the best rooms in the hospital.” 

Benson got out of the wheelchair and 
sat on the bed. He bounced on the 
mattress. He pressed the buttons that 
made the bed move up and down, then 
bent to look at the motorized 
mechanism beneath the bed. Morris 
went to the window and drew the 
blinds, reducing the direct light. 

“This bed mechanism is remarkably 
simple," Benson said. "You should really 
have a feedback unit, so that body 
movements by the person in the bed are 
automatically compensated for. P 
His voice trailed о. - He opened the 
closet doors, looked in, checked the 
bathroom, came back. Most patients 
were intimidated by the hospital, Morris 
reflected, but Benson acted as if he were 
renting a hotel room. 

"Ill take it" Benson said and 
laughed. He sat on the bed again and 
looked at Morris, then at the cops. "Do 
they have to be here?" 

"I think they can wait outside," Mor- 
ris said. 

The cops went out, closing the door 
behind them. 

“T meant,” Benson said, “do they have 
to be here at all?” 

"Yes. Unless we can get charges 
dropped against you." 

Benson nodded and frowned. “Was it 
... E mean, did I . . . was it bad?” 

"You gave him a black суе and you 
fractured one rib.” 

“But he's all right?" 

"Yes. He's all right.” 

"I don't remember any of it," Benson 
said. "All my memory cores are erased.” 
Then he added, “But I'm glad it was no 
wor: 

Morris said, "Did you bring any- 


over 


(continued from page 82) 


thing with you? Pajamas, anything like 


Benson said, "No. But I can arrange 
for it.” 

"OK. ГЇЇ get you some hospital cloth- 
ing in the meantime. Are you all right 
for now?" 

“Yes. Sure.” And he grinned 

The cops had brought a chair up to 
the door. One sat there, the other stood 
alongside. Morris flipped open his note- 
book. 

“You'll want to know the schedule,” 
he said. “An admitting person will show 
up in the next half hour with financial 
waivers for Benson to sign. Then at 
three-thirty, he goes downstairs to the 
main amphitheater for surgical rounds. 
He comes back after about twenty min- 
utes. His head will be shaved tonight. 
The operation is scheduled for six 
tomorrow morning. Do you have ques 
tions?” 

“Can someone get us meals?” one of 
them asked. 


Morris said, “I'll have the nurse 
order extras, Will there be two of you or 
just one?” 


“Just one. We're working eight-hour 
shilts.” 

Morris said, "I'll tell the nurses. It'd 
help if you checked in and out with 
them. They like to know who's on the 
floor.” 

The cops nodded. There was а mo- 
ment of silence. Finally, one of them 
, "What's wrong with him, anyway?” 
Не has а form of epilepsy. When he 
has a fit, he’s violent” 

“I saw the guy he beat up,” one of the 
cops said. "Big strong guy, looked like a 
truck driver. You'd never think a little 
guy like that—he jerked his arm to 
ward Benson's room— "could do it." 

The cop frowned and asked, "What's 
this operation he's getting?" 

“It’s a kind of brain surgery we call a 
stage-three procedure,” Mortis said. He 
didn’t bother to explain further. The 
policemen wouldn't understand. And, 
he thought, even if they understood, 
they wouldn't believe it 


п 


Neurosurgical grand rounds, where un- 
usual cases were presented and discussed 
by all the surgeons of the hospital, was 
normally scheduled for Thursdays at nine 
AM. A special rounds was hardly ever 
called. It was оо difficult for the staff to 
get together. But now the amphitheater 
was packed, tier alter tier of white jackets 
and pale faces staring down at Ellis, who 
pushed his glasses up his nose and said, 
“As many of you know, tomorrow morn- 
ing the Neuropsychiatric Research Unit 
will perform a limbic pacing procedure— 


what we call a stage three—on a human 
patient.” 

"There was no sound, no movement 
from the audience. Janet Ross stood 
the corner of the amphitheater near the 
doors and watched. She found it odd 
that there should be so little reaction. 
But then it was hardly a surprise. Every 
one in the hospital knew that the NPS 
had been waiting for а good stage-three 
subject. 

“I must ask you," Е 
strain your questions when the patient 
is introduced. He is a sensitive man 
and his disturbance is quite severe. We 
thought you should have the psychiatric 
background before we brought him in 
The attending psychiatrist, Dr. Ross, 
will give you а summary.” Ellis nodded 
to Ross. She came forward to the center 
of the room. 

She stared up at the steeply banked 
rows of faces and felt а momentary 
hesitati Janet Ross was tall and ex- 
ceptionally good-looking in a lean, 
tanned, dark-blonde way. She herself felt 
she was too bony and angular, and she 
often. wished she were more softly femi- 
nine. But she knew her appearance was 
striking, and at 30, after more than a 
decade of training in а predominantly 
masculine profession, she had learned to 
use it. 

She dasped her hands behind her 
back, took a breath and launched into 
the summary in the rapid, stylized 
method that was standard for grand 
rounds. 

"Harold Franklin Benson," she said, 
a thirty-four-year-old divorced com- 
puter scientist. who was healthy until 
two years ago, when he was involved in 
an automobile accident on the Santa 
Monica Freeway. Following the 
dent. he was unconscious for an um- 
known period of time. He was taken to 
a local hospital for overnight observa- 
tion and discharged the next day in 
good health. He was fine for six months, 
until he began to experience what he 
called blackouts." 

The audience was silent, faces staring, 
down at her, listening. 

“These blackouts lasted several min- 
utes and occurred about once a month. 
They were often preceded by the sensa- 
tion of peculiar, unpleasant odors. The 
blackouts frequently occurred after drink- 
ing alcohol. The patient consulted. his 
local physician. who told him he was 
working too hard and recommended he 
reduce his alcohol intake. Benson did 
this, but the blackouts continued. 

"One year ago—a year after the acci- 
dent—he realized that the blackouts 


id. "to re- 


ассі- 


becoming more frequent and lasting 
longer. He often regained consciousness 
to find himself in unfamiliar surround- 


ings. On several occasions, he had cuts and 
bruises or torn clothing, which suggested 
that he had been fighting. However, 

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HIMSELF 


fiti By ANTHONY GREY 


For 806 days between July 1967 and October 1969, 
Anthony Grey, a correspondent for Britain's Reuters 
wire service, was kept in solitary confinement, without 
charges, in Peking. His quarters were claustrophobi- 
cally small. His diet was meager. At first, he was per- 
mitted a total of three books, on chess, yoga and 
communism (later, he stole a fourth, Doctor Zhivago). 
Desperately lonely, constantly humiliated and harassed, 
he was in fear of mental collapse. “То occupy my mind 
constructively,” he says, “I took to creating 
crossword puzzles and writing short 
stories. 1 frequently hid the pa- 
pers, and for some reason I 
was never searched and was 
able to get all my writ- 
ings out safely when I 
was released." One of 
the short stories he 
wrote during this 
time begins on this 
page. It has nothing 
10 do with China, 
nor communism, 
nor his confine- 
ment. It is neither 
bitter пог de- 
spairing. On the 
contrary, it is a 
charming fantasy in 
which the human 
body functions as a de- 
partmentalized bureauc- 
racy. It was suggested to 
Grey by a line in the yoga 
book: “Each of the millions of 
cells in man's body is as a living 
being on its owr." Grey tells us: 
"So, tongue in cheek, the story of 
Himself was gradually built up. 1 was uneasy about em- 
barking on it, since, because of its setting in the para- 
thyroid glands, 1 wondered whether it might make me 
obsessed with the glands in my own throat. But I decid- 
ed to chance it and, to my delight, found I so enjoyed 
writing the story that I didn't stop to worry." The very 
existence of the tale—to say nothing of its engaging 
whimsy and inventiveness—is a tribute to Grey's 
strength and inner resources in the face of treatment de- 
liberately designed to shatter his spirit. He says: "Often 
two words would recur to me in that room in Peking: 
"Nothing matters!’ But life always matters—very mudh 


CELL NUMBER 10047 closed the file he had been working 
on with a snap, placed it in the supervisor's in tray and 
said, with a hint of boredom in his voice, "Estimated 
calcium requirements for maintaining hardness of two 
hundred and six bones, twenty-nine teeth and twenty 
toe- and fingernails during the coming month, all pres- 
ent and correct, P 

‘The supervisor of the Parathyroid Subsection regard- 
ed the young cell for a moment and remarked mildly, 
"I don't think there is any need for military overtones 
in the work of this department. And you might make a 
note that we may be losing one, if not two, teeth in the 


near future, bringing the number down to twenty-eight 
or possibly twenty-seven, thereby reducing future esti- 
mated needs." 

"Oh, have you heard something from upstairs?" asked 
10047 in the offhand manner he affected. “Couple of 
Himself's molars dickey, are they?” 

"The supervisor, who thought the young cell's manner 
was bordering on impertinence, let a tinge of his dis- 
approval show in the tone of his reply. “It has been 
intimated to me from the Central Executive 
Offices that we are to have an inspec- 
tion of the two teeth soon, since they 
have been giving us some trouble, 
Nothing further is certain at the 
moment. By the way, the de- 
terioration is no reflection 
on the work of this depart- 
ment, I am told. 

The supervisor al 
lowed himself the in- 
dulgence of a smug 

smile. The older cell 

always used the royal 
or pontifical we when 
referring to the or- 
ganization in its en- 
tirety. In his young 
days, terms such as up- 
stairs and Himself were 
unheard of. And no 
doubt these young upstarts 
had a whole range of such 
dreadful slang. His father 
before him, his grandfather be- 
fore him and his grandfather's 
father before that had all supervised 
the Parathyroid Subsection and the line 
stretched back to the subsection’s very incep- 
tion. It seemed to him that youngsters today weren't 
what they used to be. Didn't have the same sense of 
service in them. 

The network of pipes, thick and thin, ducts and 
canals that ran past the Parathyroid Subsection hummed 
and throbbed quietly but rhythmically with their usual 
morning efficiency. They looked for all the world like 
the complex pipelines of a giant chemical plant. There 
was an occasional gurgle from one of the ducts. 

“Where would you say we are now?" asked 10047 of 
the supervisor, idly. He thought perhaps his senior 
would be flattered by this appeal to his superior experi- 
ence. Calm his ruffled feathers, perhaps. 

"In the eighttwenty to Liverpool Street, I would 
guess,” replied the supervisor after a moment. He 
cocked his head and listened to the sounds coming from 
outside the department, “I should say we're quietly 
reading our newspaper at present," He coughed slightly, 
the way cells do, and pretended to busy himself with 
the cellular papers before him. 

He wasn't going to show he was pleased at this unusu- 
al display of respect for his seniority from an underling. 
‘There was a long pause, It was quiet in the depart- 
ment this morning. The innumerable dials and gauges 
held steady on their norms. There was the usual 


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95 


subdued bustle in the back, the workshops section, as 
the delivery workers—10047 called them members of 
the Red Corps—unloaded the oxygen needed for the 
section's small-scale production and carted away carbon- 
dioxide drums for disposal. Elsewhere, enzyme specialists 
prepared shipments of calcium in the blood plasma, to 
be sent on to proper addresses in the system. There was 
no hint of the high drama to come. 

“Exactly how old are we now?” asked 10047, trying 
to fight off the overpowering feeling of boredom that 
always came over him at this time each day. 

“Established 1933. We have been in business now 
for a little over thirty-five years,” said the supervisor. 
He was becoming a little suspicious of the young cell's 
innocent questions. 

Тһе unmistakable sound of half a dozen landing 
craft going by laden with armed troops came from an 
enclosed canal that ran close by. 

“There go some more lads of the White Corps off 
to the front to fight the foreign foe,” said 10047 
lightly, after listening to them pass. 

"Oh," said the supervisor, raising his cellular eye- 
brows, "since you seem so well informed, perhaps you 
might tell us where they are going—these ‘lads of the 
White Corps." He liked white corpuscles to be called 
white corpuscles or at least white cells. 

“I understand there's been a bit of trouble up on 
the nape of the neck these past few days" said 10047 
айу. "Small invasion by foreign group. Nothing 
special. Usual sort of scrap. We lost a few, but I think 
it's mostly cleared up by now. I fancy those boyos are 
going up more for mopping up than anything else. 
"The White Corps’ chief is in a bit of a flap, apparent- 
ly. Just when he wanted all the air he could get to 
help him seal off the area, Himself apparently goes 
and bangs a plaster on the outside—what he calls a 
small boil—completely gumming up the works. The 
chief's been on to upstairs about it and they hope to 
get Himself to tear it off later today, But they don’t 
promise anything. You know what they are, ‘We can 
only recommend and advise" 10047 mimicked the 
last phrase in a bureaucratic voice. 

Then he noticed with a sudden pang of unease that 
the supervisor was regarding him with unusual intent- 
ness. In his desire to show off his knowledge of affairs, 
had he perhaps been indiscreet? 

“Tell me just exactly how you know all that,” said 
the supervisor, speaking very quietly. 

“Um, well,” 10047 hesitated and flushed slightly as 
cells are wont to do. "Ive. . . um, I've got a pal in 
one of the departments upstairs,” he said finally, not 
knowing how this would be received. 

"And how, exactly, do you get in touch with him, 
since you never leave this department?" 

. 10047 glanced round at the little desk instruments 
the department, the terminals of the vast communi- 
cations network. He listened to the soft hum from the 
trunk lines outside as messages whizzed back and 
forth between the Central Executive Offices and all 
departments at speeds of around 300 miles per hour. 
His gaze rested for a moment on the junction boxes 
marked sENsORY SYSTEM, VOLUNTARY MOTOR SYSTEM 
and AvroNOMIC syste. He took a deep breath and 


said, with a rush, "Well, we sometimes have a chat 
through the old communications network—only in 
the absolutely quiet times, when there's no other 
traffic," he added hastily, realizing his chief was likely 
to be displeased. 

“I hardly need to remind you,” said the supervisor 
severely, “of the seriousness of misusing the communi- 
cations" But he didn't say more. He was secretly 
impressed by his subordinates contact and already 
realized it might be of help to him sometime in 
short-circuiting normal channels. 

“Who is your 'pal'?" he asked at length, a slight 
sarcastic inflection on the last word. 

"B.C. 1474729," replied the young cell, using the 
B. C. prefix enviously. If there ever came a chance, he 
would dearly love to become a B. C. (Brain Cell). All 
the others were entitled to the L. C. (Living Cell) prefix, 
but nobody ever used it, since it was so common. 

‘The supervisor, remembering he should be more 
reproving, cut sharply into the L. С.'5 thoughts. 

“Have you no work to do, 100472" 

"Well, nothing that isn't absolutely routine and 
rather dull," the young cell replied, surprised at his 
own boldness, "and rather than spread it thinly over 
the day, 1 can pack it all away in half an hour later 
en 

‘The supervisor raised his cellular eyebrows again 
but said nothing. He imagined this look combined 
majestic aloofness, imperious disdain and dignified 
apartness appropriate in a departmental head. 

“What I mean is,” said 10047, deciding to crash on, 
“the work here isn't very exciting, is i? Now, if I were 
down in Adrenals, it would be different. Just imagine 
Life being concerned solely with danger and excitement. 
Waiting at the ready to shovel out a lashing of the 
precious adrenaline into the jolly old network. Then 
sitting back and watching the old pipelines constrict, all 
the pressure gauges going up, the whole works throbbing 
at a new, faster level, going flatout, key pitch, bang, 
bang, bang!” 

He stopped and looked at the supervisor. Perhaps it 
wouldn't do to get too carried away. 

“Your work here is equally important, if less spec- 
tacular,” the older cell said with a firm note of 
censure. "And perhaps one thing you haven't consid- 
ered, our far superior position. We are pleasantly 
situated adjoining Thyroid Departments in a high 
frontal position that is eminently desirable. Adrenals 
Division, of which you seem inordinately fond, on the 
other hand, have their two sections well down in the" 
—he paused and a note of distaste crept into his 
voice"—in the lumbar region, directly adjoining the 
Decontamination and Filter Plants at Area Kidney.” 

10047 made no reply to this. How typical the old 
celliferous fool should think more about their position 
on the map than what they did! 

“OE course,” said 10047, letting his voice go a little 
dreamy, as cells can, ever there came a chance to 
remuster, which I know is without precedent, I should 
really like to go upstairs.” He paused reflectively, then 
continued even more dreamily: 
itary Control. -" He let the words roll 
deliciously off his tongue. “Pituitary Control, what 


"I was taking karate lessons—then I thought, what 
the hell! and switched to belly dancing.” 


97 


PLAYBOY 


Himself would call the master gland. 
Send a team of hormones here, send a 
team of hormones there and all the L. C.s 
behind the doors marked THYROID DEPART- 
MENT, PARATHYROID SUBSECTION, PANCRE- 
AS, ADRENALS DIVISIONS and the others 
jump to your commands. Position, influ- 
ence, respect! Or even to move into the 
rarefied atmosphere of the central execu- 
tive offices themselves. The gray, com- 
puterized complex corridors of powerl 
Cranium House! The Whitehall of our 
world!” He stopped suddenly and looked 
up. “Hello, whar's happening to the old 
plumbing?” 

The steady quiet rhythm in the pipe- 
Jines had suddenly increased. The lights 
in the department were burning bright- 
er, There was an uptempo pounding from 
the whole network. Everybody in the de- 
partment instinctively turned expectant 
eyes to the automatic warning board. But 
the red EMERGENCY sign didn't come on, 
nor did the action-stations hooter sound. 
After a few moments, the rhythm began 
to slow and soon returned to normal. 

"Well," said 10047, letting out a long 
breath, "talking of the boys in Adrenals, 
that was clearly their doing! Wonder 
what it was. Didn't last long, anyway, 
did it? Perhaps someone fired off by 
mistake. I shall have to ask my pal 
upstairs 

Somewhere far below the Parathyroid 
Subsection, the Fuel Refinery and Proc- 
essing Division and its several satellite 
construction and maintenance units had. 
already begun work on a new consign- 
ment of raw materials that had recently 
arrived. Refinery's chief engineer was on 
the line to somebody on high in Central 
Executive. 

“How do you find today's first deliv- 
ery, Chief?” the B.C. was saying. “We 
had тоге foe than usual today to 
think of you.” 
ie, just fine—in itself,” the chief 
added with that note of reserve that every 
good М. С.О. knew indicated respectful- 
ly to the officer and gentleman with 
whom he was dealing that things were 
not quite as they might be. He waited 
for his cue, so that the officer and gentle- 
man could think later that his astute 
perception uncovered the problem. 

“Something's bothering you, Chief, 1 
divine,” said the voice of the B.C. on 
the line, taking up the bait nicely. 

“Well, sir, we're all very pleased to see 
bacon, coffee, eggs, butter and so on 
back in the consignment today. It's some 
time since we've seen that, sir. We'd 
begun to get accustomed to much less 
and even no morning delivery at all on 
occasion 

“Well, Chie 
tones of the B. 
how it is We 


the finely modulated 
broke in. “You know 
re a frantically busy 


up-and-coming bachelor business execu- 
tive who does things in a hurry, works 
late, sleeps little." He laughed the little 
laugh of a superior confiding in a sub- 
ordinate. 

“That’s as may be, sir, but with due 
respect"—the chief had decided to per- 
sist—“‘it’s not going to be good enough. 
You know, sir, as well as I that it's not 
only the morning delivery that has been 
a bit haphazard. Two large measures of 
whiskey and a very small quantity of 
bread, butter and ham at midday, hur- 
riedly consigned, does not make the most 
of the processing equipment at our dis- 
posal. To coin a phrase, sir, it’s under- 
employ 

The B. C. began to interrupt. 

“Ah, I know what you're going to say, 
sir. It’s made up for later, often with a 
very heavy consignment late in the eve- 
ning. Quite right. But you know, irs 
the wrong time and, once again with due 
respect, doesn't always help us in rich- 
ness ratios. Overall, sir, we've dipped 
fairly heavily into the glucose reserves 
held at Liver Pool. They're almost out 
there. The next thing, we'll have to go 
over to fats conversion with according 
weight loss. And my people dealing with 
alcohol are rarely underemployed,” he 
added in a matter-of-fact voice. Then he 
continued in what he hoped might be 
construed by his listener as an ominous 
tone. 

“I'm having my maintenance chaps 
keep a very careful daily eye on the 
Duodenum Section of the pipeline—reg- 
ular inspections for signs of construction 
stress, material fatigue—we can't be too 
careful on duodenal faults. What we 
should like down here is regular, bal- 
anced deliveries three times daily, si 
It's in our best interests.” 

“OK, Chief, ГЇЇ do what І can. But 
you know the position up here. We 
don't have the final decision on these 
things. . . ." The chief engineer, raising 
his cellular eyes heavenward, chanted 
under his breath in unison with the 
B.C. the final inevitable phrase—"We 
can only recommend and advise." 

He hung up and went back to his 
work, shaking his head in that peculiar 
way cells have. 

Upstairs, the B. C. put down his in- 
strument and remarked to a colleague 
with a laugh, "Chiefy's carping about 
irregularity of supplies again. I suppose 
we'd better have another go at i 

He drew a memo pad toward him and 
began to write. His printed heading was 
addressed to “I,” who was they knew not 
what exactly, and who dwelt they knew 
not where. They were not even sure 
where the memos they composed eventu- 
ally arrived, They were whisked aw; 
оп the internal postal system and disap 


peared forever in the maze of the gray 
corridors. They could, indeed, only rec- 
ommend and advise to the attention of 
the mysterious, س‎ omnipo- 
tent, yet evanescent, " 

Back in the Parathyroid Subsection, 
L.C. 10047 had just finished making a 
quick and very discreet call to his pal 
upstairs. 

“Well, well, well," he said slowly and 
a little tantalizingly, as he knew the 
supervisor was eagerly waiting for the 
news. “that is interesting.” He wore a 
broad celliferous grin. 

“Know what the cause of all the ex- 
citement was?" he asked, addressing the 
supervisor and all the other expectant 
L. Cs in the department. Obviously they 
didn’t, and after one or two had cho- 
rused rather testily "No, no, what was 
it?,” 10047 deigned to let them in on the 
somewhat spicy secret. 

"New secretary!” he said smugly. 
"What we were treated to was the reac 
tion of Himself to the first sight of his 
new secretary on arrival at the office. 
According to information received from 
the two observation outlets in the 
mighty Optics Unit, her L. C.s are really 
stacked, lads, really stacked! A regular 
dish of the most succulent variety, I am 
told. Judging from what we noticed 
here, 1 should think it was a case o£ lust 
at first sight!” 

‘There was a little buzz of discussion 
at this. 

Half aloud, half to himself, 10047 
mused on the topic. “Just imagine, a 
fine, gently undulating. soft. fragrant, 
warm, splendidly stacked assemblage of 
feminine L. C.s. 

"Wouldn't mind getting involved 
with something in that direction my 
sel£" He had been gazing dreamily into 
the middle distance. As he focused 
again, he realized the supervisor had 
becn listening. "Of course," he contin 
ued, "if there were to be any chance of 
that, I'd have to change direction in my 
remustering intentions, wouldn't I? It 
wouldn't be a matter of going up, but of 
going down! Have to get myself a slot 
in the glamor department, wouldn't I7" 

The supervisor lost his breath at this. 
He tried to cough to hide it, choked, 
splutered and went red. cellular 
face. Only after several minutes was he 
able to speak again. 

“If by the glamor department you 
mean the Reproduction Unit. I suggest 
you use its correct term.” He turned 
away abruptly but, to his own surprise, 
found he was having to suppress a smile 
at the unconventional nomenclature em- 
ployed by the young 10047. 

In the early 10047 an- 
nounced gleefully to his Parathyroid 

(continued on page 214) 


an enormous pool of sctentific and engineering 
manpower —without jobs or prospects—is stagnating 
because of governmental indifference and ineptitude 


y is a management-oriented person with ex- 
tensive administrative and engineering experience. 


His ability to initiate, organize, plan and administer man- 
agement policies and engineering programs has been fully 
developed. Applicant is thoroughly familiar with the most 
up-to-date engineering techniques, as well as the most ef- 
fective means of communicating to ensure that programs 
are completed with success. He is highly regarded by his 
associates and would be a valuable asset to an employer 
seeking a man with his qualifications." 

George Florea, the unemployed 49.year-old aerospace 
engineer who wrote that self-description for his job ré- 
sumé, holds two college degrees and was a ten-year em- 


AEROSPACED OUT 


article By U. S. SENATOR ALAN CRANSTON 


ployee at the Lockheed Missiles and Space Company plant 
in Sunnyvale, California, when he was laid off in February 
1970. At Christmas of that year, he worked as a depart- 
ment-store Santa Claus for $2.50 an hour; it was his first 
job in nine months. Florea is a family man with three chil- 
dren; he's a political conservative, a loyal, dedicated citizen 
anda good neighbor, who for 14 years has lived in the same 
house on Stephen Road in San Mateo, California. He is 
understandably baffled that he can't find a job that would 
utilize his obviously needed skills, training and talent. 
There are about 85,000 George Floreas around the na- 
tion at present. Most of them are concentrated where the 
high-technology aerospace and (continued on page 106) 


ILLUSTRATION BY ALEX GNIDZIEKO 


100 


our versatile cartoonist 
presents a roguish gallery of artful 
variations on an ever-popular theme 


by LOK Dia 


105 


PLAYBOY 


106 


AEROSPACED OUT one rom poge 99) 


defense industries 
fornia, Massachusetts, Connecticut, New 
York, Texas, Pennsylvania, Ohio, New 
Jersey, Missouri, Washington and Flo 
Cutbacks in space and defense contracts 
and a drop in Vietnam expenditures [rom 
28 billion dollars to around ten billion 
dollars annually, grossly exacerbated by a 
general economic slowdown, brought the 
mass layoffs. There were 235,000 scientists 
and engineers employed in aerospace in 
1968. Today there are around 150,000. 
Total employment in aerospace is down 
nearly 518,000 from 1968, the peak year 
of employment, when 1,400,000 were on 
the industry payrolls. 

Since the end of World War Two, 
the aerospace and defense industries 
have roller-coastered through their own 
depression-prosperity cycles, generated by 
alternate waves of war scares, defensc- 
technology “breakthroughs” and big- 
spending space programs. And now the 
roller coaster is down again, deep in the 
trough of NASA budget cuts and a slow- 
down in defense spending—an estimated 
18 billion dollars in defense procurement 
for 1972, compared with 24 billion dol- 
lars in 1968—duc in no small part to 
Congressional resistance to unwarrantedly 
large defense budgets. 

So George Florea got the ax. And he 
and other engineers and scientists, wor- 
ried industrialists and perplexed politi- 
cians are asking: What happened to 
conversion? The men and the companies 
that built the enormously complex 
Apollo rockets, spaceships and communi- 
cations systems surely have somethin, 
contribute to meeting our critical civili 
needs. 

Electronically operated transportation 
systems, complex computer networks for 
programmed education and health serv- 
ices, air- and water-pollution-control sys- 
tems, airportizafficcontrel systems, ocean 
and atmosphe: 
mass-produced housing. plus hundreds of 
other ideas for solving the nation's eco- 
nomic, social and environmental prob- 
lems have been offered. But what has 
resulted? 

Conversion may have been talked to 
death—if, indeed, it ever was alive. 
Hundreds of studics, millions of written 


words, thousands of speeches and desks 
Is have warned, charged, 


full of editori 
proposed. exhorted. complained and ex- 
plained the need for the nation to prepare 
for peace and begin the task of converting 
our giant aerospace and defense technol- 
ogy from arms production to the produc- 
tion of civilian goods and services. 
Congress for years has wrestled with 
the question of conversion. Scores of 
hearings have been held, legislation intro- 
duced, surveys made, economists and 
business experts heard. But for all those 
hearings and studies, surveys and re- 


ports, America continues to waste the 
85,000 engineering and scientific brains 
that helped design our intricate space 
and defense systems and to waste billions 
of dollars worth of plants and equip- 
ment that now lie rusting. 

Six years ago, the state of California 
commissioned four systems-analysis studies 
by the aerospace industry. The idea was 
to apply the aerospace-systems approach 
to dealing with crime, transportation and 
waste disposal. The studies drew national 
attention as forerunners of how space and 
missile engineering and management tech- 
niques could be used to solve more earthly 
problems. Today, under a different state 
administration, the four studies are 
gathering dust on the "conversion shelf” 
in the California State Library—four 
more monuments to America’s naive faith 
that a problem will be solved if only 
enough people keep talking and writing 
about it. 

Few people doubt that these esperts 
could design civilian systems to help 
solve social and governmental problems 
if they were given the chance. That's 
not the problem. The hang-up lies in 
the failure of government to plan ade- 
quately for the redeployment of men 
and facilities far enough in advance of 
the layoffs and cutbacks. The arms race 
triggered by Cold War fears after World 
War Two, the space race triggered by 
the Soviet success with Sputnik in 1957, 
and the Korean and Vietnam wars kept 
the high-technology aerospace and de- 
fense industries busy. Unemployment 
was only an occasional thing. An engi- 
neer was never out of work; he was only 
"between jobs," like a Hollywood actor. 
He waited out an occasional layoff beside 
his swimming pool, where he leisurely se- 
lected the best of several attractive offers. 

But now the historic Apollo program is 
almost finished and the NASA budget 
has been severely cut. Total industry 
sales have dropped from nearly 30 bil- 
lion dollars in 1968 to around 23.3 bil- 
lion dollars in 1971. Yet no coordinated 
plan has been put forth to move men 
and materials out of armaments and 
space exploration and into jobs to im- 
prove our society and the lives of our 
people. The "peace dividend" that pri- 
vate and Governmen economists avid- 
ly anticipated, the money that was to be 
left over for more productive purposes 
when costly cold and hot wars were 
wound down, has yet to appear in the 
national budget. It has been eaten up 
by inflation, the incessant drive for new 
weapons and the futile, unendin 
to outpace military obsolescence. 

105 simply not possible to speak of 
guns and butter when we spend more 
on military matters than on anything 
else. Our Government seems unable to 


racc 


eive of anything with a higher 
priority than arms and arms races. In 
consequence, domestic problems such as 
education, health, housing and transpor 
tation have been sacrificed. Sacrificed, 
too, have been the jobs these pursuits 
could have created and the men who 
could have filled them. 

One California engineer commits sui 
cide holding a handful of rejection let- 
ters telling him there are no openings: 
another operates an ice-cream stand: 
George Florca becomes Santa Claus; and 
thousands of others head for the welfare 
offices and unemployment-benefit lines. 
‘There is growing bitterness on those lines. 
Thomas О. was an aerospace engineer- 
manager near San Jose, California, with 
six kids and a $300-a-month home. He 
owned a boat and was making payments 
on two cars. Now he's on welfare, using 
food stamps to feed the kids. He's articu- 
late and angry: 

“You know, we aerospace people 
thought we were a special breed and we 
still try to keep our elitist position even 
in the unemployment lines. We talk 
about The Wall Street Journal. We 
dress up in our suits as though we were 
going to lunch with an important execu- 
tive. Most of all, we look straight ahead 
as we stand in line, trying not to see the 
other unemployed workers around us. 
Well, I'm tired of that ‘motherhood, 
sunshine and 1972-will-be-better’ bull. 
Engincers are expected not to rock the 
boat, but if being unemployed has taught 
me anything, it has opened my eyes to 
the great big lie I've been fed about being 
an elitist. 

Melvin S. of Los Angeles sardonically 
suggests that aerospace engineers be lis 
ed as an endangered species and pro 
poses the establishment of an Aerospace 
Preserve and Environmental Sanctuary 
(APES). A newly formed organization 
called the American Engineers and Se 
entists Association is attempting to organ- 
ize a national campaign to discourage 
students from entering engineering and 
scientific programs of study. 

Even when an engineering job does 
open up, the help-wanted ad will often 
read, "No aerospace, please.” Why по aero- 
space? “They're too old. . . . They've been 
overpaid. They're overspecialized. 
.. . They haven't kept up to date in their 
fields. . . . Young graduates are smarter. 
know computers, come cheaper and are 
more eager. . .." So the answers go. 

How about retraining? Why not turn 
the acrospace engineer into, say, an en 
vironmental engineer? Twenty-four men 
who would rather switch than continue 
a losing fight have undergone that kind 
of retraining at the University of Ca 
fornia at Irvine. Others are enrolled in 
special summer programs at USC. But 
will there be jobs for them when they 
(continued on page 162) 


For those who con no longer take the phone 
compony seriously. Clockwise from 11: Ebers’ 
funky sculpturephone Uncle Peoce stonds 
21" high, $175. The Lucite Blue Mon hos 
bright-red eyes thor light when a coll is in 
progress, $250. Mo Bell is made of plywood, 
metol and Lucite; her nipples flash when 

the phone rings, $200. Big Boll, also of 
Lucite, is Ebers’ most populor creotion; it 
doubles os o lamp ond when the phone rings, 
the globe color changes from white to red, 


FUNNY PRONE 


new york sculptor bob ebers 
has started a bell epoch in art 


$300. Alexander Grohom Grump is Ebers’ 
comp commentory on the occosionol 
frustrations of dealing with the Bell System, 
$200. Another plywood sculpture, The 
Brain, is partiolly assembled from telephone 
components, $175. The Lucite Big Dial, 
which includes the receiver, makes even the 
most inconsequential coll seem important, 
$300. All of Ebers’ funnyphones have 

been creoted in signed, limited editions of 
400 ond come equipped with phone jocks. 


PLAYBOY 


108 and di 


GRATEFUL DEAD 


major at Stanford, but nonetheless re- 
tains a certain charming innocence in 
matters of the spirit) was telling me the 
other day, “was in the Straight Theater 
up in the Haight in "67. I'd never even 
heard the Grateful Dead except on the 
radio; I was just beginning to find out 
about the head scene in those days. But 
I just loved their music. And when they 
came on that night—I remember the 
light show was all these yellow, swirling 
things going all the way up to the 
ceiling, it was like sunshine—I went up 
to the front by the stage and stood there 
lookin’ up at Jerry, and 1 was thinkin’ 
how I'd just never seen anyone like this 
before, this farout, mellow dude just 

` that rock ‘n’ roll, the notes so 
icluttered, а beautiful, spar 


and u 
kling thing, you know? And so I looked 
up at Garcia and I just couldn't help 
but smile, it was just that . . . the calm 
on his face, it was like a Buddha, you 
know, like you can see where the Bud- 
dha is at. Nirvana, you know . . . and 
Jerry saw me lookin’ at him, saw me 
smiling, and he smiled at me! And that 
just blew my mind! И was so different, 
this dude was just so different, I mean, 
before that I could never have smiled at 
a rock musician, they were all guys who 
were just showing off, "I'm the big stud,’ 
you know. It was all just a big pose kind 
of trip with them, showing off for their 
chicks and the audience, being tough 
guys. But this dude, I mean you could 
relate to him directly, with just your 
eyes that way. . . .” 

It's a late-July Saturday night back- 
stage at the Fillmore West, and out 
front the Grateful Dead are blasting 
away on the third and final set of the 
evening, but 1 alone of all the 3000 
mind-blown music lovers in the hall 
^t hear them, not at this particular 
moment, anyhow, because my head has 
just now bottomed out of one of those 
bottomless nitrous-oxide tail spins and is 
only just beginning its swifter-than-the- 
speed-ofsound ascent, whizzing upward 
toward a reality I'd just as lief not hur- 
ry to confront, thanks all the same, this 
tiny overheated broom closet of а dress- 
oom with six or seven freaks (fore- 
most among them Zonk the Gasman and 
his faithful chrome-plated side-kick The 
‘Tank, that immortal pair to whose mu- 
tual beneficence the rest of us owe this 
glorious occasion) laid out on the floor 
in one or another stage of laughing-ges 
hog-wildness, grunting and groveling 
and slobbering and scuffling for the hose 
е so many French pigs rooting after 


the Ultimate Truffle (опе spaced-out 
le groupie has had about 12 separate 


net sets of convulsions in the 


(continued from page 86) 


past half hour, so many that her seizures 
have become part of the decor of the 
high; we anticipate them now, and 
when it's her turn to toke on the hose, 
we observe her as coolly as if her drool- 
ing rictus and spasmodic shudderings 
have been provided by the management 
for our amusement between our own 
tokes), and up there in the real world. 
where this particular gas flash is about 
to surface, ГИ be obliged to open my 
eyes again and deal with the dismal fact 
that the Dead's final set is well under 
way and 1 have yet to really listen to a 
note they've played all evening, not to 
mention the equally onerous fact that 
my tape recorder and ту brandnew 
Official Accuracy Reporter's Notebooks. 
are lost somewhere amid the melee at my 
feet (I've somehow succeeded, by the 
way. in commandeering the only chair 

һ the room, an overstuffed old number 
that’s just right for doing nitrous oxide 
in, since it's so thoroughly rumpsprung 
1 can't possibly fall out of it), and 
sooner or later I'm going to have to dig 
them out—the ignominious tools of this 
ignoble trade, 1 mean—and Get Down 
to Bidness, fall by the nearest phone 
booth and slip into my Front Page Far- 
rell suit so that when the Dead have 
wrapped up this set I'll be all primed 
and cocked to гар them with the ole five 
Ws, the way Miss Parsons taught us 

n high school journalism (Who-What- 
Where-When-Why-and -sometimes- How- 
are-you, Grateful Dead?), when suddenly 
my head pops through the surface of 
my consciousness like the bobber on a 
fishing line that has just been gnawed in 
two by The Big One That Got Away, 
and the sound of the Dead catches up to 
me all in one great roaring rush, the 
voice of Jerry Garcia amplified to boiler- 
factory rumbustiousness yet still somehow 
as sweet and gentle as the purest babbling 
branch water chiding me: 


“Please don't dominate the rap, Jack, 
If you got nothin’ new to зау...” 


Oh well, I tell myself happily, settling 
back into the welcoming embrace of my 
armchair, probably Jerry's got the right 
idea there, probably I'd better just have 
me one or two more tastes on them there 
noxious gases, just to clear my head, and 
then I can go out there nice and fresh, 
all primed and cocked to. . . . 

scent: The Dead's business office in 
San Rafael, where non wunter, the Dead's 
lyricist, has just been telling everybody 
about a friend recently returned from à 
trip to Cuba. Enter RAMROD, one of the 
band’s equipment handlers. 
hunter: Hey, you know who Soandso 
ked to? Fidel Castro! 


RAMROD: Yeah? Far out! How'd he рег 
his number? 

Now the first time / ever saw Jerry 
Garcia was in midwinter 1965, in Ken 
Kescys houe up in La Hoi Im 
lounging around Keseys living гооп 
and this extraordinarily cur 
looking party comes shufiling through 
In point of fact, he's the very first true 
freak I've ever laid eyes on, this some- 
what rotund young man with a hairdo 
like a dust mop dipped in coal tar, and 
after he's gone Kesey says that was 
Jerry Garcia, he's got a rock'n'roll band 
that’s gonna play with us this Saturday 
it ar the San Jose Acid Test, thei 
name is the Warlocks but they're gonna 
change it to the Grateful Dead. 

At the time, to tell the truth, I wasn't 
exactly galvanized with excitement by 
this bit of news; after all, only a few 
Saturday nights before that I'd attended 
what I've since come to regard as the 
Olde Original Acid ‘Test, a curiously 

isjointed but otherwise perfectly ord 
nary party at Kesey's house featuring 
nothing more startling than an abun- 
dance of dope and a drunken Berkeley 
poet who kept loudly reciting Dylan 
Thomas and, at midnight (hours after 
I'd gone home, adept as ever at missing 
the main event), the ritual sacrifice and 
subsequent immolation of a chicken. 

But what I didn't know then was that 
400 people would turn up for the San 
Jose Acid Test, which begat the Palo Alto 
Acid Test, which begat the Fillmore 
Test, which begat the Trips Festival, 
ich begat Bill Graham, who (to hear 
him tell it, anyhow) begat Life As We 
Know It Today. Sull, like I said, 1 
couldn't possibly have known that at 
the. ... 


Michael Lydon (in Rolling Stone) on 
Jerry Garcia: “Some call Jerry a guru, 
but that doesn't mean much; he is just 
one of those extraordinary 
beings who looks you right in the eyes, 
smiles encouragement and waits for уо 
to become yourself. However comple 
he is entirely open and unenigmatic. He 
can be vain, selfassertive and even 
pompous, but he doesn't fool around 
with false apology. More than anything 
else he is cheery—mordant and ironic at 
times, but undauntedly optimistic. He's 
been through thinking life is but a joke, 
but it’s still a game to be played with 
relish and passionately enjoyed. Probably 


human 


really ugly as а kid—lumpy, fatfaced 
nd frizzy-haired—he is now beau- 
tiful, his trimmed hair and beard a 


dense black aureole around his beaming 
eyes. His body has an even grace, his 
асе a restless cagerness, and а gentle 
not to be confused with "nice 
ner. His intelligence is quick 
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“Maybe you should try another apple.” 


SUNSTRUCK 


march playmate ellen michaels is always at the ready 
to flee fun city for a place in the warm 


FUN CITY: To many natives, it's the epit- 
ome of everything and they wouldn't 
leave for anything. Not Ellen Michaels. 
Born and reared in Queens, this 
New Yorker escapes the metropolis every 
chance she gets. "I have no real com- 
plaints about New York,” Ellen says. 
“In fact, 1 like a lot of things about the 
city. It has great theaters, restaurants, 
museums and all that. But the one thing 


^ 


it doesn't have is great weather. It's mug- 
gy in the summer, freezing in the winter 
and rainy in the spring and fall. And for 
a sun worshiper like me, that kind of 
weather means no fun at all." So, to beat 
the elements, this sophomore at Queens 
borough Community College splits for the 
sun and surf of Miami during school 

ations and as many weckends as 
possible in between. "Ever since | was 


At home (left), Ellen tends to her 
plants in the morning before 
dressing and leaving for class 
at Queensborough Community 
College. She finds she’s a few 
minutes early and has а preclass 
discussion with a friend (below). 


Geology lab is first on Ellen's agenda. Her protessor, 
Dr. Hugh Rance, instructs her in the use of a microscope 
(above). “I'm afraid I'm not crazy about geology,” says 
Ellen, “but it's a requirement for my degree. Frankly, 
I'd rather study people than rocks." After the lab and 
lunch in the student cafeteria, Ellen and classmate Rich 
Polisea head for the Library Administration Building, 
where they spend an hour poring over the geology text 
(bottom) in preparation for the following week's quiz. 


GATEFOLD PHOTOGRAPHY BY DWIGHT HOOKER 


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a little I've been spending vacations there with my parents and 
younger brother. And we still go to Miami together for holidays like 
Christmas and Easter. But when they can't make й, 1 usually take off 
alone or with girlfriends. I can't say I really do a whole lot when I'm 
in Florida, except fool around in the water and lie in the sun,” she 
"but that's something you sure can't do year round in New York.” 
Even if the weather cooperated, however, when she was home in Queens, 
where she lives with her parents, Ellen's busy college schedule wouldn't 
allow much time for sunning. Majoring in elementary education, she 
will graduate from Queensborough, a two-year school, in. June. After that, 


Off to the Ployboy Ploza in Miomi Beach for the week- 
end, Ellen meets onother quest, George Santo, at 
poolside (obove) ond, ofter o skindiving lesson, joins 
George ond friends in the ocean, where she tests out 
her new skills (right). Loter, ofter getting oll set for o 
bosk in the sun (below left), Ellen discovers that it’s 
roining, so she visits the Plozo's Heolth Club (below 
right) for а rubdown by expert James Copeland. 


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she plans to continuc her studies at Queens College to carn her 
teaching certificate. “II probably consider teaching in the 
public elementary schools here, but the picture does look pretty 
bleak, at least right now,” says Ellen. “There is a shortage 
of teaching positions in the city, and I feel that the teachers 
are generally underpaid. So after earning my degree at Queens, 
1 may have to look around elsewhere for a teaching job,” she 
says, a noticeable glint in her eye, "until the situation with the 
New York schools improves." And we'd say—merely hazarding 


a guess, of course—that her first choice just might be Miami. 


PLAYBOY'S PLAYMATE OF THE MONTH 


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Since the rain canceled her sun-tanning plans, Ellen ond George take a spin in his Excalibur and stop at several boutiques to 
do some shopping. Ellen tries an four ar five Indian-impart dresses (top lefi) in The Fig Leaf before finally selecting ane то 
wear that night. (“1 wanted to buy oll of them,” soys Ellen, “but | knew 1 hod to return to New York ond the wet, cold 
weather, so | decided to be practical and passed up the backless sundresses.”) Back in her hotel room, Ellen prepares for 
the evening, washing and drying her hair (top right) before slipping inta her new dress. Then it's off to the Plozo's Playmate 
Bor with George and another couple ta take in Minsky’s Burlesque (above), which includes block-out comedy skits featur- 
ing baggy-pants mon Looney Lewis ond precision-choreographed dance routines with chorus girls in glittering noncostumes. 
“tt was o delightful evening,” says Ellen, “but all the time | had to keep reminding myself that | really did have to ga 
back to New York the next afternoan—ond face o geology quiz on Monday. And, believe me, | certainly had no desire ro 
leave. But Sunday marning there was sun, so | cought up an my tanning before packing my suitcases and heoding home." 


PLAY BOY’S PARTY JOKES 


The newlyweds decided to spend their honey- 
moon at a ski lodge but failed to appear on 
the slopes for the first two days. They did m: 
age to get out reasonably early on the third 
morning, acting as if they'd been skiing regular- 
ly. Over coffee on the terrace a little later, 
somconc asked the bride how she liked skii 

“It's a fantastic sport!" she burbled. n 
my opinion, anyone who docsn't enjoy screw- 
ing is a real skiball.” 


Absolutely not, Mr. Entwhistle,” said the call- 
s y 

girl to one of her regulars. "No more credit! 
You're into me for too much already.” 


Our Unabashed Dictionary defines environ- 
mental pollution as domain poisoning. 


A mother and her conventraiscd young daugh- 
ter were riding in a taxi one evening through 
a midtown block notorious for carlyhour 
street solicitation. "What are those women 
7" the girl inquired 

ly meeting their husbands 
replied the woman hastily. 
“Aw, c'mon, lady," grumbled the cabdriver, 
ncha tell her the truth? She's old 


» Mom,” said the girl "I want to 


Looking daggers at the back of the driver's 
head, Ше woman carefully explained the situa- 
tion. When she had finished, the daughter 
asked, “But what happens to the babies those 
women have?” 

‘They grow up,” the mother whispered loud- 
ly, “and become taxi drivers." 


People are talking about a new breakfast cereal 
called Swingers, They don't snap, crackle or 
pop; they just lie there and bang, bang, bang. 


The two Scots had been fast friends for more 
than 60 years, and now Jock was dying. 

he mumbled, “I dinna want to 
take the highroad without a last nip or so to 
see me on my way. When I'm in the grave, I 
want yc to takc the bottle of finc old whisky 
I've been saving these twenty years and slowly 
pour every last drap of it over me. 

“Would ye mind very much, Jock,” sobbed 
Hamish, choking with grief, “if 1 added a bit 
of a personal touch in tribute to our friendship 
by straining it through me kidneys first?” 


Say the words that are certain to make you 
mine!" said the young man to his girl just as 
her father happened to come out onto the 


porch. 
"I'm pregnant!" she replied 


We think you'll agree that the question of 
regular prison visitation by ladies of casy 
virtue clearly involves pros and cons. 


The policeman asked the eight-year-old boy what 
had made him run away from home. “Well,” 
the lad explained, "before | went to sleep 
last night, I heard Dad tell Mom that he 
was awful worried about the mortgage on 
our house. Then some noises woke me up 
later and Dad was saying, all excited like 


decided that I just 
wasn't gonna stay there and get stuck with 
that mortgage." 


А certain young lady of Babylon 
Decided to lure all the rabble on 
By raising her shirt 
And dropping her skirt, 
Exposing a market to dabble on. 


Having spent several weeks studying a novel 
generally considered to be а literary master- 
piece, the professor was disturbed by the fact 
that his students seemed to be unable to relate 
to the book. Finally, in some exasperation, he 
asked, "Haven't any of you ever had а vicari- 
ou с! се with a novel?” 

answered a female voice from the 
back of the room, “but I once had a novel 
experience with a vicar.” 


Adjusting himself after a backseat quickie, 
the fellow turned to his date and said apolo- 
getically, "Сес, Marge, if 1 had known yo: 
were still a virgin, I'd have taken more time." 

“Gee, George,” she rejoined, “if 1 had known 
you had more time, Га have taken off my 
panty hose.” 


The situation in the airport control tower was 
a tense one. The controller, new to the job, 
was a female. The weather was bad and she 
was having communications difficulties with a 
arriving plane. "Is something wrong, Del 
she asked neryously. “Why don't you confirm 
landing instructions? Is my transmission fuzzy?" 
1 don't know, honey," came a pilot's voice 
"How old are youz" 


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Playboy Bldg., 919 №. Michigan Ave., Chicago. 
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“Something has simply got to be done about all 
this ecological environment!” 


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just any old 34 girls but the absolute 
a of New York State, girls who 
had beaten back the very best their cities 
had to offer and emerged as the fairest 
flowers of Troy and Rochester, Setauket 

d Schenectady. Imagine the prettiest 
girl in Poughkeepsie alone—right there is 
a lot of pretty. And don't forget those 
Downstaters, Miss Manhattan and Miss 
Bronx, adding a little urban spice to an 
already delicious rustic brew. All of these 
East Coast. peaches gathered in one hide- 
away, far from the baleful scrutiny of 
Beuy Friedan and Kate Millett, pu 
their clean young Empire State limbs for 
ward in the hope of influencing the judges 
and going on to be named prettiest girl in 
the whole state. 

And what about that judge's slot? All 
that power. Just at a time when you 
were getting a little gray in your beard 
and even looked a little like a judge. 

oolly, imperturbably checking them 
out, stroking your chin, pretending that 
your interest is in delicacy and grace of 
movement and that the last thing in the 
world you care about is tits and ass. Got 
to be as good as teaching Beowulf to 
Bennington girls. The contestants would 
be kept under lock and key, carefully 
chaperoned, but they had id that 
about Hillcrest Hall at Stephens College 
for women back in the ies, and that 
never stopped us. The wi 
interesting, of course, but come to tl 
of it, who really cares about the winner? 
Consoling those $$ losers was the ticket, 


POISE AS П 
TIE BREAKER 


article 


By BRUCE JAY FRIEDMAN 


G 1815—34 of them, aged 17 to 25. Not 


why was i a beauty-pageant judge? 
because i'm a dirty filthy guy who 
likes to see the chicks parading in 
front. of me and giving me win 


at the afterthe-contest brawl, where a 
week of pentup cmotion would be un- 
leashed and all hell was sure to break 
loose. Let me at it 
he man who tempted me with a 

judge’s slot in the Miss New York- 
World Beauty Pageant was Nat Kanter, 
an old steam-bath buddy of mine and a 
reporter for the New York Daily News, 
whose affiliate TV station, W 
duces the pageant's TV show. "I 
break every inch of the way," said. 

four fellow judges will be Tommy 


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122 


Mackell, the Queens district attorney, 
who you'll recall once made a move 
against Rockefeller for the governorship 
and just sent Alice Cri jail 

sure to bombard us wi 
stories. Also Matt Snell, running back for 
the New York Jets. It's important to have 
at least one black judge, and preferably 
two, or you'd be surprised at all the mail 
you get.” Kanter said the panel would be 
packed with other celebs but was a little 
vague about their identity, finally coming 
forth with S. Rodgers Benjamin, president 
of Flemington Furs, the largest retail fur- 
rier in the East, and “a terrifically classy 
dame” named Kathleen Levin, fashion di 
rector for Prince Matchabelli апа Aziza 
cosmetics, who earns $75,000 a year and 
has ten women working for her. 1 said I'd 
think it over. A day later, I phoned Kan- 
ter. After some decoy remarks about my 
interest in social phenomena, 1 I 
wanted in. “You'll love it," he said. “And 
by the way, trim your beard. Remember, 
Robert Alda, who was dying to be a 
judge, is standing by as an alternate.” 

The contest was to be held—and 
taped for television—at Kutsher's Coun- 
try Club, a lovely 1000-acre resort in the 
heart of the Catskill Mountains, other- 
wise known as the Borscht Belt, a phrase 
that high-paid press agents have vainly 
tried to erase from the language. Aimed 
at Elks Clubbers and outof-state con- 
ventioncers, even newspaper advertisc- 
ments coyly describing the beau 
trout streams and rolling hills of Sulli- 
van County have failed to make this 
seem "less Jewish.” Jt stubbornly 
remains the Borscht Belt and one won- 
ders why they don’t relax already and go 
with it. Get George Plimpton up to eat 
a few blintzes at Grossinger's and really 
swing with the Jewish bit. Make a plus 
out of it, like the Avis campaign. Times 
have changed. Updike is the one under 
pressure, not Bellow. 

I am not one of the legion of waiters 
and bus boys who carned their college 
tuition hustling pot-roast dinners out 
of the kitchens at The Concord and 
the Nemerson and then went on to be- 
come heart specialists, producers, astro- 


аге: 


physicists. and Danny Kaye; but at 
the tail end of each summer, my mother 
would take me to a resort called 


Laurels Hotel and Country Club, where 
I would spend a lonely week rowing 
around Sackett Lake and some happy 
evenings memorizing every word in the 
routines of a brilliant comedian named 
Jackie Miles ("Miles and Miles of 
laughter"); so my trip to  Kutsher's 
was a return of a Kind. As | drove 
along the New York State Thruway, 
1 skipped ahead to my trip back home 
and imagined Millet, Friedan and 


Greer w: 
toll booth. 


g for me at а cordoned-off 


MILLETT-FRIEDAN-GREER: Why were 
you a judge at a beauty pageant, a 
sickening outdated ritual that ex- 
ploits female bodies? 

Me: Because I'm interested 
way the country works. 

M-F-c: Bullshit. 

ME: АП right, it's because I'm a 
dirty guy. 

M-r-6: Now you're talking. 

ME: That's right, I am. I'm a dirty 
filthy guy. because I like to see chicks 
parading in front of me and giving 
me winks. I'm filthy, filthy, filthy. 


the 


Kutsher's is a rustic, sprawling resort 
that includes vast patches of woods and 
lakes and hall-starved, half-blooming jun- 
gle growths that would be ideal for back- 
grounds in Ingmar Bergman films. It 
didn't look a bit like the image I'd had: a 
row of bungalows where you are ad 
to bring along your own cooking utensils. 
A bellhop led me to my quarters in the 
Rip van Winkle wing of the main build- 
ing and said that the girls, who had been 
on hand for four days, were under heavy 
guard in a secluded section of the resort 
and that they certainly made a pretty 
picture as they strutted through the 
grounds in formation, He said the secu- 
rity on the gils was thick, with one 
chaperone guarding cach six girls, pre- 
sumably to fend off any employee who 
might attempt a daring and impregnat- 
ing kamikaze swipe at one of them. I 
took a swim and a steam bath at the 
indoor health club, one of the guests 
advising me to be wary of Kutsher's sun 
lamp. “Cover your marbles,” said the 
fellow. “Otherwise, that thing is sure to 
sterilize you. 


Filling me in on past Miss World 
color and anecdote, Nat Kanter told me 
that a girl from Freeport with a "38-21-35 
frame” had once won the contest but 
was disqualifed when London immigra- 
tion officials discovered she was only 15; 
and that last усаг, two chaperones had 
freaked out from all the abstinence and 
boredom and had to be put on a bus to 
the city for slipping off one night with a 
team of video technicians. І thanked 
Kanter for the background fill-in and let 
him steer me over to Seymour Seitz, 
head of BBS Productions, the pageant's 
executive. producer, and Blake, pro- 
ducer of the television show. Both Seitz, a 
natty 40ish type with mas 
sideburns, and Blake, a lugubrious chap 
who'd co-authored the pageant song, Get 
That Face, were upset over the fact that 
at the last second, Jack Cassidy had 
come up with something very big in his 


career and had canceled out as тс. for 
“Га bring him up 
, "but what the 


John Raitt was being whisked in as a 
substitute, but it the opinion of 
Marice "Sam" Tobias, lady writer [or 
the show, that Cassidy's loss would really 
hurt. "When a comedian blows his lines, 
he can do a little shtick to recover,” said 
Sam, “but when a straight singer goes 
up, he's lost at sea.” 

A further annoyance was that only 
two weeks after g her appen 
taken out, Kaye Stevens, co-host of uh 
TV show, had flown 
and there had been no 
up at Kennedy. "For Christ 
scar hasn't 
clenching his fis 
limo out ther 

To top off these setbacks, Blake 
weighed in with the news that Matt 
Snell's aunt had taken Ш and the star 
running back had had to cancel out as a 
judge. "A colored judge is no problem," 
said Blake, who scemed to have this one 
in hand. "I can get all we want. I've 
already spoken to Dick Barnett of the 
Knicks He sounded a liule sleepy on 
the phone, but I also have a call in to 
Emerson Boozer. We'll wind up with at 
least one and probably both." 

At dinner, I met a gentle, soft-spoken 
fellow named Newton White, who in- 
formed me that he was the designer of 
the beauty-pageant set, which was being 
completed in the Palestra Room of 
Kutsher's. All through the meal, people 
kept coming up and congratulating 
White on his work.: He told me th 
really wasn't that much to designing 
beauty sets. "You shoot to keep them 
unbusy and whatever else you can man- 
age on the twenty-nine cents they hand 
you. Lots of white and, of course, Philip. 
Johnson of Lincoln Center says red 
makes women look regal so you usc 
that, too. On this set, I've brought in 
some old floral irises from last year's 
pageant.” 

Another guest came by and said. 
"Lovely, Newton, lovely" at which 
point the mild-mannered White, who 
had designed one Broadway floperoo 
and had seen An American in Paris 11 
times, sketching the sets in the dark, 
exploded and said, “They'll take any 
shit I hang up there. Just once I'd like 


in from th 


even healed 


and we don't have a 


someone to drive me past my usual 
efforts into new territory. Not exactly to 
turn me down flat, but to say, ‘Not qui 
but how about trying it this way?” 1 
asked White what his plans were after 
the pageant and he said, "There's nothing 

on the horizon." 
Alter dinner, Seitz gathered me up 
(continued on page 126) 


CLINT EASTWOOD: 
PUSHOVER 

FOR PULLOVERS 
attire By ROBERT L. GREEN 

sweaters step up to star billing 


PHOTOGRAPHY BY 
CHRIS VON WANGENHEIM 


WOMEN'S FASHIONS BY HALSTON 


The pullover sweater, that casual 
cold-weather companion for 
both ski slope and lodge, now is 
demorstrating o remarkable 
degree of upward mobility by 
putting in an appearance at 
such off-trail occasions as urban 
cocktail parties and dressy at- 
home dinners. Among the sweater 
look's current converts is 

Clint Eastwood, ot present the 
number-one box-office attraction 
in the world. Here, Clint— 

with a little help from 
model-actresses Susie Blakely 
(see “Savages,” page 141) 

апа Shelley Smith—comes on 
wearing: Preceding page, o 
bold-striped Orlon U-neck, by 
Robert Bruce, $10, paired with o 
white-on-white cotton shirt, 

by Van Heusen, $14, and a velvet 
blazer, by Andras, $185. On 

this page, from neor to far right, 
Clint favors: o fully 

woshoble Shetland pullover 

with raglon sleeves, by 

Robert Bruce, $21; a cotton 
Jacquard-knit crew-neck 

with contrasting trim, by Mike 
Weber Designs, $9; and а 
crocheted loose-fitting 

sleeveless with squored-oft 

neck, by Eric Ross, $50. Opposite 
page: a wool body-hugging 
geometric-patterned sleeveless, 


by Yves St. Laurent, $70. 


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126 


POISE AS A TIE BREAKER 


along with a group of beauty-page 
execs and took us all off to the Monti- 
cello Raceway, where the filth race was 
going to be dedicated to the 34 girls 
the pageant. Along the way, Seitz told 
me that the Miss World contest had 
been founded 21 ycars ago and was the 
oldest international beauty contest in 
istenci he winner of Kutsher's com- 
petition would enter the Miss World- 
U.S. A. contest at Hampton, Virginia, 
nd the sur that free-for-all 
would move on to do battle with lovelies 
from other countries at London's Royal 
Albert Hall for the Miss World title. Seitz 
ed that the contest was a franchise 
oper arvel's,” owned by a 
London company called Mecca Promo- 
tions, which turned the U.S. franchise 
over to a man named Alfred Patricelli 
who in turn sold the various state fr 
chises to people like Seitz for anywhere 
from $100 to $1500 а усаг. (Seitz then was 
permitted to sell subfranchises of the Miss 
New York ll cities) 
Seitz said that for some reason, New York 
girls had ys fared poorly in national 
competitions and that not since Bess 
Myerson (Miss America 1945) and Jack- 
ie Loughery (Miss U.S.A. 1952) had 
the Empire State come up with а na 
tional winner in a major beauty contest 

When we got to the track, a chipper, 
bouncy young fellow named Ave Bu- 
tensky, vicc-pre: п charge of spot 
television buying for Dancer 
supplied what he felt was the answer 
because we always vote poise,” said Buten- 
sky, whose clients, such as Best Foods, 
Bounty Paper Towels, BP Oil and Schicl 
were participating sponsors of the WPIX 
show. “We send poise to the nationals 
and we go right down the toilet. 1 can 
see poise as a tie breaker, but Just once 
Га like to see us vote for a klutz, а bea 
tiful klutz. You can’t see poise on the god- 
damned tele: 
the hell do we need it for?” 

At the track, E got my first look at the 
s, but 1 was careful to keep it a 
id not to start any early 
judging. AIL 1 s а lot of eyes and 
yellow hair and long legs and great 
noses. The girls were all fenced off in a 
special beauty-pageant section. sipping 
soft drinks and cheering on the trotters; 
whenever the number of girls who wan 
ed to relieve themselves reached a total 
of four, a chaperone would he dis 
patched to trot them over to the john. 
"Though betting on the horses was 
inst the rules, I learned that some of 
the girls were slipping two-dollar wagers 
to the chaperones: Miss Merrick and 
Miss Nassau were already big winners. 

Sam writer of the WPIX sho! 


or of 


expla 


e contest to 


Bi 
collective look 


w 


(continued from page 122) 


caught me looking at the girls and asked 
if I'd picked a winner yet. I told her 1 
was holding off until the actual judging, 
to which she replied, rather cryptically, 
“Remember, blondes say yes, brunettes 
say listen.” 

Before the start of the fifth race, an 
nnouncer silenced the crowd and sai 
“This race is being dedicated to the girls 
of the Miss New York-World Beauty 
Contest, being held at Kutsher's Coun- 
try Club. They are the world's most 
beautiful gi 

“I wrote that line,” whispered Sam, 
“just dashed it off while | was sitting 
here in the stands" Bing Senator won 
the fifth race and while the pageant girls 
all crowded around the triumphant 
horse and jockey, 1 had a chat with 
Peggy Molitor, last years Miss New 
York-World, who'd come to Kutshier's to 
hand over her scepter after а ycav's 
reign. Had she given me a little leg 
pressure while I watched Bing Senator 
overtake Luscious Lou and Little Sport 
in the stretch? 1 thought she had. Yes, 
she definitely had. Last year's finalist. 
the fairest of thousands of Empire State 
lovelies, unmistakably squeezing her 
prize-winning right calf agains my own 
journalistic left опе. What a country. 
There'd been a rumor circulating that 
the pageant bigwigs were dissatisfied 
with Peggy's reign; instead of being on 
hand to endorse supermarkets, she had 
suddenly d h a biker to lead. 
а hippi Nat Kanter had bat- 
ted down this story, saying that she was 
a terrific kid and had been perfectly will- 
ng to endorse supermarkets but that it 
had to be on her own hippie-style terms. 
take it or leave it. 

А tall, clear-cyed, healthy-looking girl 
to whom all those descriptions apply 
— Junoesque, statuesque, well endowed, 
nifty—Miss Molitor, who, in the New 
York tradition, had been knocked off 
quickly in the nationals, apologized for 
the extra. 20 pounds she had packed on 
n the past усаг. "Working in an office 
doesn’t help your fanny.” She was a bit 
sad about having to step down, but she 
said it would be good to be relieved of 
Il the chaperonage and various pres- 
sures. "As Miss New York-World, you're 
not supposed to drink, smoke or say 
dirty words. They don't watch you as 
much in the 15, although one night 
when I goofed off slightly, they took a 
bed check, didn't find me and assumed 
Т was dead in the bushes. Those restric- 
tions. When they read them to us, one of 
the contestants, who was a junkie, sudden- 
ly frea y. saying she 
couldn't 7 A Valley Stream girl of 
modest means, Mis Molitor had had to 


borrow clothing to get into the New York 
her two most vivid 
girl nicknamed 
Mirror Mary, who repeatedly elbowed oth- 
er contestants away from mirrors so she 
could have them all to hersell—and of 
her roommate, who almost drowned 
bathtub the night before the final jud 
ing. “The water was up to her nose when 
we dashed in and found her.” Although 
Peggy had bitten the dust carly 
Is, her one-year reign h 
some compensations. “I took a trip to the 
h Miss Suffolk and I 
got a mink coat. which I wore to work, 
and also a typewriter and a stereo cassette 
outfit. all of it worth around 56000, al- 
though, believe me, I would have pre- 


nation 


island of Nassau 


ferred the cash. Another good thing was 


World and having all the other girls 
gather around me assuming that since 1 
was from New York, I was some kind ol 
sophisticated swinger. There were other 
nice things, too. My girlfriends would 
ntroducc me as Miss New York-World 
at parties and that turned people on, al- 
though once Hilton jewelry conven- 
tion, somebody kept saying 1 wasn't the 
real Miss New York and that made me 
cry. Old boyfriends would call up—for ex- 
ample, a cop who once tried to choke me. 
He sounded sheepish on the phor 
then pretended he was calling to get his 
blackjack back. I'd kept it, to sort of fool 
around with. Then there arc the obscene 
phone calls. You get a lot, although 1 was 
surprised that my younger sister got more 
for being Miss Rockaways. 
Out of nowhere, Miss Molitor jumped 
up. said, "I'm just a good straight simple 
kid" and raced off to join a quartet of 
pageant chaperones; they reminded me 
of the tight-lipped matrons at the old 
Fleetwood Theater in the Bronx, where 
Т had seen She and The Last Da 
Pompeii 12 times each. A lovely 
track waitress came by and sa 
didn't think the con 
that hot. I told her she could certainly 
hold her own with the best of them and 
found myself saying that I could prol 
bly slip her into next years competi 
ton. It was my first trip to the races 
and 1 was mysteriously jumpy. Then 1 
remembered that I had once worked on 
a musical and the producer had prom. 
ised me a race horse if we came up with 
w ied in B; 
more. After the fifth race, the 
shuttled back to Kutsher's on a bus and. 
I settled down to some serious horse 
playing. picking entries whose names 
were slightly literary. They all lost and 
in the final race, I switched over to what 
1 considered a “showbiz” horse, North 
by Northwest. He held to the third 
position and in the stretch, with a very 
(continued on page 199) 


estants were 


ner. The show was bı 


irls were 


a 


“Watch yore language, gents. Thar's a lady present.” 


after revolutionizing private air transport, our hero hies himself to 
reno and prepares for battle with the noxious monsters of motor city 


BILL LEAR AND HIS INCREDIBLE 


STEAM MACHINE 


personality By STEVEN V. FIDBERHTS мкс тикоссн the brown 
desert north of Reno, you begin to see signs for LEARENO. It is neither a brand 
of local beer nor a new Italian singer at Harrah’s; it is a dream. Right now 
there is little more to Leareno than brightly painted signs scattered among 
the scrubby gray-green brush. But plans are being drafted for a small city 
out here, built around a serpentine lake—Lake Lear—where men can play 
golf only a sliced tce shot away from their front door and bicycle to work 
through lush green belts. What will they work at? Building low-emission 
engincs for steam- and turbine-driven automobiles. 

It all sounds a little farfetched, and there are signs all over the West, 
now crumbling and faded, announcing grand development schemes that 
never materialized. But the driving power behind this project is William 
Powell Lear, one of the great inventive minds of his time, a man for whom 
the phrase irresistible force might have been coined. He has been called half 
genius and half madman, but, like most observations about Lear, that one 
is only half-right. Which half, no one is sure. But there are a lot of people 
who learned a long time ago not to underestimate Bill Lear. 

The LEARENO signs lead to Stead Air Force Base, where fliers once trained 
to withstand the traumas of prisoner-of-war camps. The desolate countryside 
served very nicely to break down their morale. Lear now owns the Stead 
facility and right off the main runway is a plain one-story building with 
white rocks in front that spell out LEAR MOTORS. Inside, the lobby is plastered 
with encomiums to The Founder: from the Electronic Institute of Tech- 
nology and the Aero Club of Kansas City, the "grateful employees" of Lear, 
Inc., and the Society of Experimental Test Pilots. On a stand is the “first pro- 
duction model" of an eight-track stereo tape player, one of dozens of major 
inventions credited to Lear, a few little gizmos that include the automobile 
radio, the automatic pilot for small planes and the Learjet, the most success- 
ful businessman's jet on the market. On the facing wall is a large photo of 
Lear and a legend that reads in part: "In this age of specialization, where 
the person often serves only one function, William P. Lear stands as an ex- 
ample of the successful multidimensional individual.” Reading along, you 
come to the basis of the Leareno dream: “It is Lear Motors’ belief that not 
only is the internal-combustion engine unsuitable because of its inherent 
exhaust pollution but that its basic characteristics are totally unsuited to the 
propulsion of a vehicle.” After a while, you wonder if you should spell it 
"L- —r," just to make sure you don’t take the name in vain. 

1 was ushered through а labyrinth of corridors, past offices papered with 
designs and blueprints, through a bustling machine shop, into a small room. 
There, over a grill, William P. Lear was cooking hamburgers. "How many 


DESIGN BY GORDDN MORTENSEN/ PHOTOGRAPH BY R. SCOTT HOOPER 


129 


PLAYBOY 


130 


want onions? 
like four with and five without, boss, 
reported a balding man who had surveyed 


" growled the chef. "It looks 


ed visitors. The waiter identified h 

s C. W. ("Buzz") Nanney, vice-president 
of Lear Motors, In a minute the large, 
rare burgers were ready, "Anything I can 
do to help?" chirped one guest. "Ear 'em,” 
came the cogent reply. 

As we sat down, Lear suggested: "Put 
some soy sauce on your hamburgers in- 
stead of salt." Several hands darted for 
the bottle. A chorus of appreciative mur- 
murs floated up toward the head of the 
table. “Very interesting . . . Very tasty 

That's good meat . . . Sure is. 

The talk turned to the inevitable 
topic. "The aute industry has its head 
buried in the sand," declared Lear. 
hey're living in an Alice in Wonder- 
land situation. "They have to have a 
low-emission car by 1977 and they're just 
hoping something will be discovered that 
will save them." 

Lear then noticed that the man on his 
left hadn't finished his hamburger. "Do 
you want that?" he asked. As the startled 
guest began to answer, Lear snatched the 
morsel from his plate and tossed it to а 
small black poodle that nipped at his 
chair leg. The dog's name is Steamer. 
After lunch, Lear beckoned me into 
his office for a talk, Everything about 
the man is thick—thick neck, thick 


hands, thick midsection. (Even his friends 


would. at times, include his head in that 
list.) His round face is red deepening to 
purple; his carefully groomed hair is only 
smudged with gray. At 69, he looks at 
least 15 years younger. Few people would 
call him handsome, but there is a power 
to the man, a presence that is almost pal- 
pable. Somehow, you have no doubt that 
he is in charge. 

It was about three years ago that 
Lear, bored and sick and looking for 
something to do, announced that he 
would build a steam-powered automo- 
bile and pledged $10,000,000 of his own 
money to the effort; he has an income of 
several million a year, most of which 
would have gone to Uncle Sam anyway. 
The decision was based on three as- 
sumptions: First, the public would по 
longer tolerate an automol 
befouled the atmospheri 
internal-combustion engine couldn't be 
cleaned up enough to meet this demand; 
and third, the major auto companies had 
too much invested in the internal-combus 
ion engine for them to pursue vigorously 
апу alterni 

Steam h 


automo- 
Ti was abandoned for 
many reasons, but it had one great ad- 
vantage: It was ап external-combustion 
proces. In the internalcombustion. sys- 
tem, a gasair mixture is ignited by a 
spark and the ensuing explosion drives a 
piston, which provides the power. But 


the explosion burns only part of the 
fuel, and the resulting waste products— 
hydrocarbons and carbon monoxide- 

xpelled through the exhaust In 
ion, the heat of the internalcombus 
tion process causes the nitrogen and the 
oxygen in the air to form oxides of 
trogen, probably the most deadly form 
of auto pollution. In an externalcom- 
bustion system, the fuel is burned, at a 
steady rate, outside the boiler. The wa- 
ter, or whatever fluid is used, turns into 
steam, which then expands and drives 
the engine. Since the burning of the 
fuel is continuous, virtually no hydroc 
bons or carbon monoxide are released; 
and the temperature can be kept low 
enough so that oxides of nitrogen are 
not formed. 

But the distance between theory and 
application can be vast, and it be 
apparent that Lear had drastically un- 
deresumated the technical problem. The 
steam engine, the inventor discovered, 
was three to five times as complicated as 
the internal-combustion engine. Lear 
Motors was spending $300,000 a month 
and getting nowhere. The existing tech- 
nology was 40 years old and everything 
had to be redesigned to fit the size and 
standards of a modern car. Another 
problem was the fluid used to make the 
vapor. Water froze and a hundred other 
substances were either toxic or inflam- 
mable or smelled bad. 

In November 1969, nou 
that he wouldn't spend any more of his 
own money on steam. “I don't see any 
possibility of adoption of a steamcar,” 
he said. “It is so utterly ridiculous. No 
one is going to do it." Part of the reason 
for the announcement was to shake 
some money loose from Washington, a 
ploy that didn't work. In addition, 

a ience was getting the 
better of him. By the following March, 
when I saw him for the first time, he 
had switched his emphasis to the gas- 
turbine engine. Like the steam engin 
gas turbine is an external-combustion 
ne and emits few hydrocarbons or 
carbon monoxide. It is also much sim- 
pler than steam, and Lear was practi 
cally drawing plans for his factory. But 
after more work, it became apparent 
that turbines also had problems. They 
generated too much heat and thus pro- 
duced oxides of nitrogen. They required 
rare and costly alloys to withstand the 
heat and they couldn't accelerate imme- 
tely. In freeway driving, a delay of 
seven seconds would be not only y- 
ng but dangerous. So it was back to 
steam. By the time he cooked us ham 
burgers a year later, Lear was nearing 
completion of a steam-powered test vehi- 
his persistence in the laboratory had 


ned his new fluid—to no one's 


“IE you're going to win at the tables, 


you've got to stay in there, rin 
t could serve as his pei credo. 
the rare guy who makes his 
point im the first throw. You've got to 


wait until the sevens sto 
the numbers start comin, 

Early last January, Lear publicly an 
nounced a perfected engine and said th 
steam-powered vehicles could be made 
available to the public in s He 
still believes that the gas turbine will ult 
mately take over the market, because 
so simple; but in the interim, he's betting 
on steam. The engines would be made 
in Reno and installed in cars made by 
other companies, if they would cooper- 
ate. He has already started drafting a 
prospectus for a public stock issue to raise 
the са I—he figures about $35,000,000. 
would do it—and claims that under. 
writers are interested. But many of the 
people who greeted Lear's initial experi 
ments with such enthusiasm are more 
cautious now; they've been burned be 
fore. Officials of the Department of 
‘Transportation, for instance, get down 
right bitter about Lear. "He hasn't pro- 
duced anything 1 haven't already seen 
in Popular Mechanics" sneered one. 
"The attitude around here is to yawn 
and say "Show me’ when it comes to 
steam,” said another. Staff members of 
California's Air Resources Board call his 
new engine fluid DeLearium. 

Тһе auto companies say its "much 


coming and 


too early" to evaluate Lear's efforts and, 
for the moment, they're sticking with 
the imternal-combustion engine. But 


there are signs that they're quietly hedg- 
ing their bets. Henry Ford said in а 
Wall Street Journal article: "We have a 
strong vested interest in the survival of 
the internal-combustion engine, but we 
have a far stronger vested interest in the 
survival of our company." General Mo- 
tors has given Lear a Chevrolet Monte 
Carlo and a bus to experiment with, 
plus a look at some of its latest research 

Lear believes that one of the biggest 
obstacles to discovering a low-emission 
car is the Federal Government. He was 
a major contributor to Nixon's cam 
paign—a signed picture hangs over hi 
desk—but admits he's “terribly disap 
pointed” with the President. The Adn 
istration promised to support research for 
a pollution-free саг but has done very 
little. Lear explains it this way: 

1 think what happened is that 
scientific advisors got completely horn- 
swoggled and overcome with bigness and 
equipment availability to the point 
where they really believed that the auto- 
mobile manufacturer going to 
come up with a solution and it wasn't 
much use to do anything else. When 
they had this meeting at the. Western 
White House a couple of years ago, 
Nixon said, ‘Now, let's talk about the 
automotive pollution problem; And 

(continued on page 151) 


were 


he had spent most of his life 
pleasing beautiful women— 
now he wanted to please 
the most beautiful 


of all 


THE 
CHEF'S 
STORY 


М] 


М 


fiction By WARNER LAW ‘оо rr 


TE your stopping by to see me,” the most famous chef in the 
world to the most beautiful girl his appreciative eyes had ever seen. He sat in his wheelchair in a shaded cor- 
ner of his garden in the south of France while his sister strolled nearby, snipping off faded roses. 

Normally, the 87-year-old man didn't receive visitors. But, a few minutes before, he'd glanced out a window 
and seen a fantastically pretty girl come to his door. He heard her tell his sister that she was an American and was 
both a student of food and a tremendous admirer of the greatest chef in the world and wanted only a brief inter 
view with him. Hi ter he never saw anyone and was about to shut the door when he wheeled himself up 
beside her and invited the girl in. 

Now they were out in the garden. "Are you, perhaps, a star of the cinema?" (continued on page 134) 


ILLUSTRATION BY WILLIAM BIDERBOST 


131 


STEPPING 


shoes and socks that add a kick to your clothes LIVELY 


a M А 


attire By ROBERT L. GREEN From left to right: Crinkled-potentleather and suede two-tone lace-up shoe, by Bostonion Bootique, 
$24 (a pair), shown with stretch-nylon light-brown sock, by Venetion Art, $3 (o pair); two-tone patent-leather model thot feotures contrasting 
white loce ond o stocked heel, by lalio, $40, ond beige-ond-brown-striped Orlon/nylon-blend stretch sock, by Esquire, $2.50; tricolor suede 
loce-up shoe with a high covered heel, by Bostonian Bootique, $30, ond novy-with-white-stitch striped Orlon/nylon-blend stretch sock, by Esquire, 
$2.50; lined Cavello kidskin boot, by Florsheim, $39.95, ond gold-and-brown horizontol-striped nylon-blend stretch sock, by Esquire, $2.50; 
potentleother ond soilcloth loce-up shoe, by Corlo Leoni for Volore, $28, and pirk-ond-groy Orlon-tweed stretch sock, by D'Orsoy, $2. 


PHOTOGRAPHY BY OON AZUMA 


PLAYBOY 


134 


THE CHEF'S STORY continued from page 131) 


the old man asked her and admired her 
ir and her face and her cyes and her 
lips and her I9yearold body, with its 
firm breasts and long, tanned legs. 

She blushed and said she wasn't. She 
told him she was studying cooking in 
Paris at the Cordon Bleu but was now 
on vacation. She said that her mother 
was a food editor and that she, too, 
planned a career of writing about food. 

As she chattered on melodiously, the 
chef tried to think of which beautiful 
girl she reminded him. Was it that dancer 
from Brussels for whom he had created 
Sauce Nanette? Was it the blonde 
Danish enchantress whose honor he 
had invented Pêches Alexandra? Or w 
it the married soprano with whom he'd 
had the most secret of affairs and whose 
dish had had to be named simply 
Bombe Mystérieuse? 

The most beautiful one of them all 
said she hoped to write a little article 
about her visit today with the greatest 
chef in the world. If the piece were 
„ it would be her en- 

ree into the food-writing world. 

The old man sighed, sincerely unhap- 
py. "Oh, dear. I do wish I could help 
you. But I have written four cookbooks, 
in which 1 gave away every one of my 
recipes and all my cooking secrets Also, 
Рус written two volumes of memoirs, 
into which I threw every story, every 
anecdote, everything of the slightest i 
terest that happened to me when I was 
in charge of great kitchens, in Paris and 
London and New York. So I'm afraid 
there is nothing left of interest that I 
can give you for your article.” 

The girl smiled. “They say at the 
Cordon Bleu that your great creations as 
a chef were always inspired by beautiful 
women whom you loved. Is this true?” 

The old man laughed and thought of 
Omelette Marcia and Quenelles Mar- 
guerile and Stuffed Duckling Patri 

nd Roast Pheasant à la Marie Loui: 

“I deny this,” he said. “These women 
have children and grandchildren. I refuse 
to give you permission to write about this 
spect of my life.” 

“Very well,” the girl said. “But surely 
1 can write about you as you are now, in 
this lovely house and garden.” 

"No!" the chef said severely. "I will 
not be written about as І am now. I re- 
fuse to be described as a half-paralyzed, 
withered old man in a wheelchair, for 
den by his doctor to cat anything morc 


than pap and pabulum 
“АП right. I won't write about you 
at all. 
The old man seemed to shrink in his 
chair. “You won't write about me at all?" 
The sister walked over and said, “I'm 


afraid it's time for my brother's after- 
noon nap." 

"The girl rose and took his hand. “It 
was a great honor to meet you. Thank 
you, and goodbye. 

As the most beautiful one of them all 
turned to leave, the old man said sud- 
denly, "No. Wait. Come back. Sit down.” 
She did. “I have just remembered some- 
thing. A little story about myself, which 
you сап use im your article about me. I 
have never told it before, because—well, 
for one thing, it's rather a shocking story 
and ] am still ashamed of my part in it” 

“What story is this?” his sister asked 
curiously. 

“You will remember 
there at the time.” 


You 


were 


1 was only 17, but I'd already been 
working in kitchens for five years and I 
was then the assistant sauce chef in а 
famous restaurant in a little town called 
Choron, which is a short distance from 
Lyons. Our cuisine was so very good 
that great people came from all over to 
partake of it. 

Even at 17, I was a fine sauce chef. 
My Hollandaise and my Béarnaise and 
my Périgueux were nearly as perfect as 
those of my immediate superior, the 
head sauce chef, who, however, at that 
time had taken a mad fancy to a Turk 
ish belly dancer and followed her up to 
Paris In his absence, I was in charge. 
"Think of it! A lad my age making sauces 
for dukes and princes and millionaires! 
At that time, I had no great aml 
tions, І knew that in time I would work 
my way up to head chef of a local 
restaurant like this one. That seemed a 
perfectly good life to me; 1 didn't wish 
for anything further. 

My head chef was a wildly tempera- 
mental old man of integrity and. skill. 
Over him ranked the restaurant's owner 
and proprietor, le patron, who was al- 
most as temperamental as his chel. 

In that restaurant we had one con- 
tinuing problem, in the person of a 
regular customer. His name was Mau- 
gron and he was rich and important in 
the community. But he was a frightful 
fellow—a goujat, a lout. He'd come in 
about once a week, bringing one or 
more disreputable women with him, and 
he would be loud and obnoxious and he 
would throw his weight about and make 
scenes. My sister worked in the resta 
rant, too—in charge of coats and wraps. 
She was young and pretty and this mon- 
ster Maugron would try to flirt with her, 
but of course she refused even to return 
his smiles. 

Le patron wished somehow to get rid 
of this man, but he didn't have the 


courage to order him out forever until he 
had done something xcusable, which. 
Maugron never quite did. Bei 
and devilish, 1 once suggested that the 
imples way to get rid of Maugron 
would be to cook a series of notso-good 
meals for him. But the chef said he 
would die rather than cook а bad meal 
and le patron said he would rather be 
drawn and quartered before he deliber 
ately let а second-rate dinner enter his 
dining room. 

One evening, however, | was busy 
with my sauces when le patron came 
into the kitchen in a rage and shouted 
at the chef, “I have had it! Maugron is 
here again, and he's been drinking, and 
he has three terrible women with him, 
and he's celebrating some big business 
deal, and he's flown into a fury because 
asparagus is not nd the fact 
that we have no pheasant has thrown 
him into a frenzy. He is being complete 
ly unreasonable! 

My chef was infected by le patron's 
anger and he shouted, “Throw him 
out! Toss the bastard out of here! 
Tell him 1 refuse to cook for him! Put 
the responsibility on me! 

Le patron said sadly, “I can’t. 1 know 
1 should have ordered him out years 
ago. But се I didnt do it then, 1 
can't do it now. Besides, Maugron hasn't 
really dome anything yet except order 
a large dinner for four" Le patron 
paused, fearing the chef's reaction, and 
then said, “In addition, Maugron feels 
so selfimportant tonight that he wishes 
a new sauce to be created for him, to be 
served with the broiled filets mignons 
he has ordered. 

"A mew sauce!?” the chef screamed. 
"A new sauce!? May 1 ask what is the 
matter with the hundred and ten steak 
sauces that 1 and this young man can make 
for him?" The chef grabbed an enormous 
chopping knife, “I will take care of this 
monstrous myself!” he showed. 

It took the combined strength of both 
le patron and me to restrain and disarm 
the chef. Now, as he breathed heavily 
and muttered, “A new sauce, enh?” it 
was le patron's tum to lose his temper. 

“I will not have this! I am trying to 
run a restaurant, not a lunatic asylum! 
1 have enough problems out there"—he 
pointed to the diningroom 
“without having an idiot going crazy in 
here!” 

“An idiot, am I?” the chef shouted. 

1 stepped between them and said 
"Fd like to make a suggestion to you 
gentlemen. Or, rather, two suggestions. 
The first is 0 1 add a little curry 
powder and mustard and tomato paste to 
a Sauce Béarnaise. We will call it uce 
Maugron. A new creation. It will not be 
1 steak sauce and Maugron will be 
pleased with it.” 


season, 


mai 


door— 


(continued on page 201) 


SNOS 
ANGELS 


parody 
By PETER BOYLE 


recognizing no god but thor, beating up on après-skiers 
everywhere, leaving a trail of ravished women and pillaged 
lodges behind them— these were not nice persons! 


SCENE: A snowbound ski lodge in the 
Rocky Mountains of Colorado. A group 
of single, clean-cut young Americans are 
gathered around a fire singing sentimental 
songs, One chubby young man with glasses 
has his leg in a cast. Several others are 
sniffing cocaine discreetly. The scene 
glows with a feeling of well-being. 

Pork cHoP: Gosh, Judy, I sure do have 
the darnedest luck. 

Juny: Well, Pork Chop, look at the 
bright side of things. It’s a romantic night 
and a sultry brunette is writing on your 
cast. 

PORK CHOP: Aw, Judy, you're really 
swell, but you're just a girl. I'm going to 
miss the big ski meet tomorrow. 

yup: Don't worry, Pork Chop. I'll do 
everything I can to cheer you up. (She 
leers knowingly) 

CUT то handsome STEVE and volup- 
tuous VERNA, who are looking out the 
window. 

steve (nibbling on vERNA's ear): Verna 
... Verna... this night . . . these stars 
. .. those magnificent snow-capped moun- 
tains. It's like . . . some kind of winter 
wonderland. 

VERNA (admiring his Adam's apple): 
You know, Steve, sometimes you sound 
like a poet. 

steve: Yes, Verna, I'm a sensitive guy 
beneath this lean, sinewy exterior. 

VERNA: Steve, may I ask you something? 


steve: Certainly, precious one. 

VERNA: You don't think of me as just a 
girl, do you? 

STEVE: Why, of course not, dearest, 
you're more than just tits and ass to me. 


You're a person. 
VERNA: Oh, Steve, how sweet of you! 
(Kisses him fondly) And you smell so 


steve; Honey, you: make me feel ten 
feet long. 

They embrace. Then the vast silence of 
the wilderness is shattered by the staccato 
whine of snowmobile engines. 

VERNA: Steve! What's that? 

STEVE: Sounds like . . . snowmobiles. 

They look at cach other. 

cur то exterior of ski lodge. Five snow- 
mobiles, customized with bizarre appara- 
tus and painted garish colors, are roaring 
toward the lodge. The riders are arche- 
typal greasers covered with leathers and 
furs. The leader, BIG GRIZZLY, wears а 
viking helmet with horns. They shout 
obscenities at passing skiers, forcing one 
into а snowbank and running over an- 
other. These are the Snowmobile Scum. 
They pull up to the lodge, striking terror 
into the hearts of the clean-cut singles, 
some of whom hastily stash their cocaine. 
The Scum burst into the lodge and create 
instant chaos—goosing, giggling, etc. 

BIG GRIZZLY: Well, what a swell party. 
Heh-heh. Sorry we're late. (Looks around 


ILLUSTRATIONS BY SKIP WILLIAMSON 


at the cowering group) Don't bother about 
formalities, folks. I'll just help myself. 
(He grabs verna and plants a cold, slimy 
kiss on her) 

STEVE (his finely hewn jaw tense): Wait 
a minute, bub, just who do you think 
you are? 

віс окугу (laughing sardonically): 
Hey, get this, you slobs! Pretty boy here 
thinks we're out of line. (Grabs him by 
the cheeks with two huge hands and 
shakes his head) What's the matter, pretty 
boy? Afraid of a little grease? Try this 
on for size. (Wipes his greasy hands all 
over STEVE's face) 

steve: Whugh .. . 
Why, you... . 

BIG crizzLy: Finish "m, Fang. 

FANG, the funkiest of the Scum, points 
his armpit in steve’s direction, dropping 
him in an unconscious heap on the floor. 
The other punks laugh. 

VERNA (swinging at BIG GRIZZLY): You 
fascist bully! 

шс crizzLy (laughing): Hey! This one's 
got some moxie! (Tries to kiss VERNA 
again. She resists him as she would a 
crocodile) Listen, sister, nobody—but I 
mean nobody—puts down Big Grizzly. 
(Rips her tight-fitting sweater and even 
tighter fitting ski pants off her body in 
one swipe of his huge greasy paws) That's 
more like it. 

VERNA (attempting 


awrakk . . . sputl 


to conceal her 


generous charms from the ogling of the 
Scum): You . .. you . . . you male-chau- 
vinist pig. 

BIG GRIZZLY (shutting her mouth with 
his fist): No doubt you've heard of our 
notorious gang-bangs. You are now to 
learn from harsh experience what it 
means to reject Scum like us. (He 
chuckles with lascivious menace) 

VERNA: Do you think I'm afraid of 
you? You puny closet queen! (She thrusts 
her breasts forward defiantly) Go ahead 
—rape me, you pathetic, overcompen- 
sating faggot. 

BIG GRIZZLY (puzzled but preoccupied 
with unbuckling the numerous belis and 
chains that adorn his befurred and be- 
leathered person): So, OK, give me a few 
minutes here. (Chuckles and addresses 
himself to the other Scum, who are grin- 
ning appreciatively) This bush must be 
some kind of a maz-a-kist! (Winks) 

FANG (laughing sycophantically): Yeah, 
boss, an’ you know how to handle that 
type. 

Mucous: Hey, boss, be sure and leave 
some for the rest of us. (He salivates) 

VERNA (hands on hips): How long is 
this going to take? 

BIG GRIZZLY (still preoccupied): Hold 
yer water, sister. 

VERNA: Am I supposed to be intimi- 


dated? You expect me to grovel and sub- 
mit as women have done for ages in the 
face of male tyranny? (She goes over to 
BIG GRIZZLY and starts to work unbuck- 
ling his complicated and foul-smelling 


costume) Here, butterfingers. 

шо GRIZZLY: Hey! What the—— 

verwa: Don't worry, I'm a New Woman, 

bic GRIZZLY: I can do that myself. 

VERNA (pulling down his leather pants 
to reveal a pair of leather shorts with a 
shull-and-crossbones monogram): Very 
macho. 

BIG GRIZZLY: My mother gave them to 
me. 

FANG (10 JUDY): His mother used to be 
a biker. 

JUDY: Far out. 

VERNA (to the naked віс GRIZZLY): 
Well? 

BIG GRIZZLY (embarrassed by his lack of 
spontaneous virility): Can't we try a 
little foreplay? 

(Note: Foreplay is strictly Jorbidden in 
Scum tradition.) 

VERNA: You know what you are? You're 
a scared little boy. 

BIG cRIzzty: Awright, lady, I've had 
enough of this intellectual shit. Fang! 
Mucous! Hold her whilst І prepare to 
mount. (Takes out a copy of Whips & 
Toddlers to arouse himself) 

VERNA: You will not colonize my body. 

FANG (hesitantly): I gotta do what he 
says. It's the code we live by. 

VERNA (looking deep into his eyes): 
But . . . why, Fang, why? 

Fanc (stunned): Big Grizzly once saved 
my life in Khe Sanh. 

VERNA (knowingly): But this is now, 
Fang. 

FANG (conscience-stricken): Are you 
kiddin’ me? Big Grizzly took me to my 
first roller derby. He was the guy who 
taught me how to roll queers. He was 
everything I always wanted to be. . . . 
He was... (with great intensity) some- 
body! 

VERNA (existentially—and breathing 
deeply): Don't you think it’s time to live 
for yourself? 

FANG (desperately): Wait a minute. 
... You got me all confused. . . . Big 
Grizzly was like a mother to me. 

vERNA: Fang, Fang, listen to me, Fang. 
You're different from all the rest. "There's 
a great strong bird inside you that's 
aching to be free. 

FANG: No shit?! .. . I 
... L... you're righ 

Music swells, 

VERNA (positively): And you will, Fang. 

FANG (wavering): Aw, I ain't got no 
smarts. I once had a thought, but it gave 
me a headache. 

VERNA (gently, sensing victory): You 
don’t want to be a chauvinist forever, do 
you? 

FANG (seriously): It's the only life I 
know. 

BIG GRIzeLY (now tumescent and bel- 
lowing): Goddamn it, spread that broad's 
thighs. I'm going to liberate her, yuk, 
yuk! 

FANG (cracking): Spread ‘em yourself, 
you big turd. 


.I...dunno 
I wanna be me! 


VERNA (hand on Franc's shoulder): 
Right on! 

BIG GRIZZLY: You're askin’ for it, Fang. 

ranc: You think you're tough because 
you beat up on chicks—excuse me, wom- 
en—and forest rangers. Well, I'm free of 
that phony male mystique, which is 
based on hatred and oppression of 
women. 

VERNA (gushing): Oh, Fang, you've ex- 
panded your consciousness! 

FANG: Back off, Big Grizzly, ‘cause me 
an’ Verna are gonna work together as 
equals to build a new world based on 
revolutionary concepts of freedom, jus- 
tice and sexual equality. 

BIG околу (pulling up his leather 
pants with some difficulty): That dame's 
turned you to Jell-O. Are the rest of you 
Scum still ridin’ with me? 

Mucous: Sure, boss. In a few years we'll 
all be eligible for pensions. 

BIG GRIZZLY: Well, I'm glad to see 
there's still some respect for tradition 
aroun’ heah. OK, Fang, here's a knuckle 
sandwich just for you. (He throws a 
punch. His fist hits an. invisible shield 
and shatters audibly. Everybody laughs 
and cheers. The other Scum are embar- 
rassed for their leader) 

FANG: You'll notice I'm protected by 
an й le shield of moral superiority. 
(Hands віс cmizztv a bottle of mouth- 
wash) It also protects my breath in those 

mate moments. Try some. You could 
use it. 

BIG GRIZZLY: You'll be sorry for this, 
Fang. Come on, Scum, let’s go stomp a 
ski instructor. 

The Scum shuffle out of the lodge de- 
spondentby, get om their snowmobiles 
and roar off. BiG GrizzLy, turning in his 
seat to hurl а final imprecation, crashes 
into a grizzly bear and is ripped to shreds. 
The grizzly then bursis into flames. The 
other Scum, busy applauding the specta- 
cle, plummet into a deep crevasse. 

сот то interior of lodge. All ihe sin- 
gles, led by FANG and VERNA, are copulat- 
ing senselessly. Juny is satisfying PORK 
CHOP in an unnatural manner. 

VERNA (into terminal euphoria): Fang. 
. . . Oh, Fang! Unulululul You must 
liberate yourself before you can liberate 
others! Unulululu. 

FANG (spent): Up your revolution! 

They kiss. VERNA withdraws to cleanse 
herself of the scent of man. FANG wanders 
out to the porch. A large tractor trailer 
pulls up to the lodge. In the back there 
is а concert-grand piano. FANG climbs оп 
and begins playing the piano variations 
by Webern. A tarpaulin rolls up, reveal- 
ing the entire Tommy Dorsey band in 
grizzly-bear outfits. They accompany him. 
No one notices the 60-foot nuclear surf 
monster lurking on the beginners’ ski run, 
staring hungrily through his radio- 
active eyes at the ski lodge. . . . 


“А man's home is his castle, and may I say you need a moat!” 


137 


ENCOUNTER 
IN MUNICH 


artide By JOHN CELON HOLME 


all around the little refugee, the death 
rattles of an apocalyptic past still echoed 


“we can’t bear America,” my hostess was saying with 
the uneasy casualness of a Smith graduate dismissing 
her coming-out party. "My mother says in every 
other letter, "You've been gone eight years. You're 
going to be one of those Americans who never come 
Пошел" Her gesture with the of champagne 
punch was in shorthand. “But if you can't stand 
living in America, why feel you have to do it? Why 
apologize?” 

What could I reply? It was her apartment and her 
party and her evening. Or, rather, it was her hus- 
band’s. He was a professor of drama at the branch of 
an American university outside Munich and we, the 
20-odd guests, had just attended the first perform- 
ance of his psychedelic production of Pirandello's 
ILLUSTRATION BY ROGER BROWN 


PLAYEOY 


140 


Henry IV, and then had blundered 
about through the Bavarian night (full 
of that piny, astringent odor, those fierce 
unblinking stars and that hint of hoar- 
frost in the autumn air that so power- 
fully suggest the presence of mountains 
nearby) to find this particular apari- 
ment in a rank of identical projectlike 
buildings, no different from their coun- 
terparts in Denver or Seattle. 

My hostess was the tall, horsy type, 
and assertive in a black- 
lace minidress and silver-mesh stockings 
—adroitly maintaining, at that moment, 
the balance between expatriate snobbery 
and native enthusiasm seems to 
overcome the wives of American intel- 
lectuals abroad. A nice young woman 
blurred by chic. 

The professor, in his solemn tuxedo, 
was indulging himself in criticisms of his 
own production that were so unreason- 
able as to elicit heated objections from 
his friends. His theatrical ideas were 
mostly derived from Antonin Artaud via 
Peter Weiss and he dropped them into 
his conversation with the offhand italics 
of a radio announcer in Topeka men- 
tioning "Liz and Dick." 

“OF course, I couldn't have done it 
this way in any university at home,” he 
was saying with the tone of an orphan 
rejecting what has rejected him. "Can 
you imagine mounting this production 
in—in Iowa City?" looking to me as a 
recent escapee from America's bleak 
shores 

I gave him back a dim smile and kept 
my own counsel, because, though I had 
liked the play and the young actors, 
both had been so fatally encumbered by 
an overlay of psychedelic gimmickry that 
my mood at the final curtain was irrita- 
ble. What in God’s name had Pirandello 
failed to say about guilt and psychic 
identification with the past and the mys- 
teries of human responsibility that all 
these masks and strobe lights and slide 
projections could better illuminate? My 
host's conception of the play involved 
such a misunderstanding of its content 
that it constituted the most urgent rea 
son for his hying himself back to the 
artistic upheaval in the States on the 
next possible plane. But one does not 
carelessly таг another's moment of 
triumph, and I barely knew the man and 
was drinking his liquor. So 1 escaped to 
the punch bowl, refilled my glass and 
found a spot out of the conversational 
line of fire, to savor а notunplcasant 
sense of dislocation. 

Forty-eight hours before, we had been 
gaining altitude over the sparkling pat- 
tern of Paris boulevards below, laid out 
—ike some incredibly intricate lavaliere 
on a piece of black velvet—in strings of 
tiny, реагіћага lights radiating outward 
from the bright pendant of the Arc de 
Triomphe. Just that afternoon, 1 had 
had an encounter on chilly Ludwig- 


strasse, the meanings of which were still 
to be sorted out. And this very evening, 
while tooling along the autobahn out of 
Munich, on the way to see a modern 
Italian play performed in English by a 
group of “Army brats” on an American 
Armed Forces complex that had once 
been a Nazi military installation, 1 had 
found myself listening on the car radio 
to an Israeli folk song sung in German 
by a Frenchman. So I was full of the 
time-and-culture shock for which I had 
come to Europe, and 1 was in Germany 
—the one leg of our trip that 1 had 
undertaken as a duty rather than a 
relief to the state of my nerves 

Germany! To a man of my age 
(World War Two vet) and persuasion 
(radical without an ideology) Germany 
had the unhealthy fascination of De 
Sade's Les 120 Journées de Sodome. It 
was a dark part of all our nightmares 
and there hung over it that aura of the 
nadir, that faint stench of the pit to 
which only the morally unimaginative 
can feign indifference. 1 knew intelli- 
gent and talented men who, these 20-odd 
years after the war, still refused to go to 
Germany and said so with the сотріа- 
cent disinterest of people stating that 
they loathe escargots on the basis of 
having tried them once at 16. 1 knew 
others, like myself, for whom Germany 
—the very name, with its myriad associa- 
Nietzsche, mler—was an em- 
bodiment of a contemporary human 
problem of such huge and indistinct pro- 
portions as to be inexpressible in any 
terms less stark than Malraux's "Is man 
dead?” The source of my attraction to 
Germany was the testing of old aversions 
and new knowledges that it demanded, 
and I wanted to walk German streets in 
this time of Vietnam and see if any shred 
of America's fatuous sense of moral superi- 
ority remained in me. 

Germany! Aside from the above, my 
relationship to it was especially ambiva- 
lent. My grandfather had studied medi- 
cine in Berlin in the Nineties, ту 
grandmother had been raised there and 
German was often spoken in their 
home. Two relatives by marriage from 
Alsace, brothers, had fought through the 
brutal wallow of the First War, one for 
the French, one for the Germans. The 
bitter, romantic carnival nihilism of Ber- 
lin in the Twenties had always exerted a 
stronger pull on me than the bohemian- 
ism of Paris during the same decade, 
and on troublous summer evenings in 
1937. a second cousin, just home, had 
described Nazi youth rallies in the mes- 
merized voice of Trilby trying to shake 
off an evil spell. Hitler's guttural, hyp- 
notic rant, seeping through the static of 
the transatlantic radio, was as much a 
part of my adolescence on the Fastern 
Scaboard as the Lone Ranger. But 1 
found that I had read Erich Maria Re- 
marque too carly and listened to Marlene 


Dietrich too closely and studied George 
Grosz too long to view the Second War, 
when it came, with the simple, two- 
dimensional ethics of a Western: 
most of my 19-year-old idealism 
survive the unspeakable revelations of 
the concentration camps, a few of my 
emotions matured forever while listen. 
ing to scratchy Kurt Weill records smug- 
gled out of Amsterdam. 

1 suppose, at the last, Germany was 
modern history to me, a capsule history 
of my own era, encompassing both the 
human lamp shades of Ilse Koch and 
the human eyes of Bertolt Brecht that, 
to this day, stare at me from my wall, 
keeping me honest; a deeply thwarted 
land that found its true voice in the 
totalitarian sentimentality of music like 
the Horst Wessel song and Paul Dessau's 
incidental music for Mother Courage, by 
both of which it is impossible not to be 
stirred, despite your politics; a terrible 
laboratory of extremes in which Jack 
the Ripper and Wedekind's Lulu had 
murdered and copulated ceaselessly 
throughout my lifetime. 

In Paris, James Jones had told me, 
"Go to Munich. Go to Dachau. It's an 
experience you owe yourself,” and there 
1 was, in an apartment full of expa- 
triates, in a Germany that had been 
occupied by Americans for 25 years, in 
the Munich where Thomas Mann had 
written The Magic Mountain and Hit 
ler had established National Socialism, 
where Jews had died by Nazi gas and 
Germans by American bombs and where, 
ironically, no one but I seemed to feel 
guilty. I swallowed the urge to spoil 
everyone's evening by swallowing cham- 
pagne instead. If the truth be known, 1 
felt silly, perplexed, cheated, morbid, 
square, and the reason was that after 
noon's encounter on Ludwigstrasse, about 
which 1 hadn't told a soul. 

"The best way to absorb a foreign city 
in a short time is to map it with your 
feet, and my habit was to drift without 
specific aim toward the center of a town, 
turning down every street that looked 
intriguing. My wife and I were staying 
in a small hotel next to the Armed 
Forces Network on Kaulbachstrasse. Our 
room was up under the roof—large, al- 
coved, dark—with casemented windows 
looking out over those broad, blunt 
Munich rooftops that are so indefinably 
Gothic after Enlightenment Paris. A 
fountain riffled all night the paved, 
leaf-strewn back court below (where Pe 
ter Lorre had crouched in the shadows 
with his path fantasies. and the 
bed was smothering and womblike with 
goose down. Nevertheless, I was up early 
and impatient to be out. But my vife 
lingered under the quilts. 1 smoked a 
Cigarette and studied maps. She kept 
dropping off. 


(continued on page 207) 


Tale: THEME seems to focus on the bestial in man's 
nature, but the message is perhaps prescient—how 
civilizations historically move from savage to sophisticated 
and then fall into decadence, regressing to the cruder cul- 
ture. The first American feature film by director James Ivory 
and producer Ismail Merchant, Savages concerns such a tribe 
of aborigines living in Stone Age conditions who discover an 
abandoned mansion in the forest. Soon after they've been 


civilized by the house, they begin to revert, their primitive 
personalities re-emerge and, inevitably, they return to the 
woods. Though the cast includes a group of established actors 
and actresses—Ultra Violet, Kathleen Widdoes, Paulita Sedg- 
wick, Asha Puthli, Salome Jens, Margaret Brewster, Anne Fran. 
cine, Neil Fitzgerald, Lewis J. Stadlen, Christopher Pennock, 
Russ Thacker and the fresh film face of model Susie Blakely— 
director Ivory contends that there is no one star. “All the 


from the primitive to the worldly to the primitive, this allegorical 
film traces the birth and death of а civilization—perhaps our own 


SAVAGES 


141 


In primitive nonapparel (preceding page. from left) are Susie Blakely, one of the 
Young Lovers, Kathleen Widdoes, the womon of the Mon-Womon, ond Asho Puthli, the 
Forest Girl. Gothering for a tribol ritual (obove), the mud people eogerly watch 


the Consort (Lewis J. Stodlen) consort sexvolly with the Priestess (Anne Froncine). 


characters have their moments; some may have a few more lines or scenes than 
others, but if there is a star as such, it’s the house,” he says. "It exerts a wemendous 
influence over all the characters, j over me. The inspiration for the film 
actually came from the house. Last year I was up on the Hudson near Scarborough, 
looking at old houses for another film, and I was extremely impressed by this pai 

ticular one. passed and I began speculating on how 1 could make use of it 
in a film. Finally I realized it could serve as the central civilizing element in 
Savages.” Belore this film, which Ivory considers an “allegory on the rise and 


fall of any civilization,” the Merchant-Ivory team had worked primarily in India, 


Without her other holf, Kathleen Widdoes (obovel, whose credits include leoding 
roles in The Group ond The Seo Gull, forges for edible roots, berries ond bugs 
in the forest. During the tribal rituol, Susie Blokely (right) observes o bright-red 
croquet boll (offscreen) roll into the cleoring ond strike the sacrificial stone. 


Retracing the ball’s path, the savages discover a mallet, a vintage car and, finally, a 
deserted mansian. In the house, they rummage through the living room (lef); the Man- 
Woman (Christopher Pennock and Kathleen) crawls thraugh debris (above left); and the 
Unstable Girl (Paulita Sedgwick, above right), intrigued by a painting, likes and licks it. 


turning out such critically acclaimed movies as The Householder, about 2 young 
man's coming of age in contemporary Indian society; Shakespeare Wallah, which 
tolled the death knell of English colonialism in India; The Guru and Bombay 
Talkie, both comments on the clichés with which the West views the East and vice 
versa. "Although I've developed a strong fondness for India and her people,” says 
Ivory, “I was glad to return to America to shoot Savages, and 1 hope to do more 
work here soon." If his future American film efforts anywhere nearly match Savages 
(scheduled for release by DIA Films in carly June), we predict moviegoers and 
critics alike will be even more pleased that Ivory and company have come home. 


Roaming through the house, the tribe finds other remnants of civilization: a life- 
size statue of Minerva, befare which the Priestess places the croquet ball to signal 


the birth of religion; an elegant dining room cluttered with the remains of a banquet; 


and a bathroom labave), which the Decadent (Ultra Violet) investigates. 


143 


While civilization advances, the 
film moves from black and white to 
sepia (as in the shot ct right of 
Susie experimenting with 

clothes), to color. For a 

banquet, the savages (center 
right) assume names befitting 

their refined personalities 


Asha Puthli, the sensuaus Indian actress portraying the 
Forest Girl (left), is a singer who recently completed 


а successful concert tour in Calcutta, 

Bombay and New Delhi. Early in the film, running 
through the woods, she is captured by the savages, 
who are entranced by her bright beaded loincloth. 
Later, in the house, where she’s known by the name 
Asha, she is forced to become the lodies" maid. 


In a touching scene (above right), Asha and 
Kathleen meet in the old cor. The civilized relationships 


established earlier have now virtually 
disintegrated. While some congregate at the pool, 
others gather in the basement ta perform occult 

rites. Separated from her lover, Andrew (Russ Thacker), 
Susie (right), given the name Cecily in the 


house, forlornly awaits his return. 


Clothes begin to disappear and 
sex becomes freaky when the party 
moves from the dining room to 

the cellar. Out in the Pierce-Arrow 
(left and center), the 

Forest Girl-maid (Asha) ond 

the Decadent (Ultra Violet 
losciviously explore cach other. 


An unconventional woman both in life and in Savages, Ultra Violet 
(below) has starred in Andy Warhal’s best films, including I, а Man and 
24 Hour Movie. She has alsa appeared in Midnight Cowboy, Taking Off, 
Norman Mailer’s Maidstone ond Nelsan Lyon's Ultra Violet in Infrared. 
As the Decadent, Ultra is among the first ta became civilized, leading the 
others in the discovery of clathes. But, later, she’s also the first to break 
the banquet’s decorum by squirting champagne and criticizing the others. 


The sky lightens and the group is drawn to the lawn, some in dinner 
clothes, some in lingerie. As they begin to play croquet, a soft 
rain drizzles dawn and they kick aff their shoes and catch the 

drops on their tongues. Salome Jens, cast as the Courtesan, teases 

and entices one of the men (top center), while Kathleen (middle left) 
collapses in the car before joyously rejoining her portner and reforming 
the Man-Woman. Wandering acrass the lawn and into the woads, 
Salome (middle right) and Ultra (right) smear themselves with mud, 
atavistically transforming themselves back into their savage state. 


Peering out a window (below), Susie spies her lover following Salome into 
the brush. Then she heads out to the lawn and back into the forest, 
returning to the tribe—and her primitive condition. Only the Consort (Lewis 
1. Stadlen) remains near the mansion, playing croquet with the special 

red ball. The trees rustle, the abandoned house looms behind him, whistles 
are heard from the woods. Apparently making the ultimate choice, he 
smocks the boll into the undergrowth and follows it, just as the sun rises. 


| 


ROGAUIaA 


“Sacrebleu! You aristocrats exploit the peasants to 


the very end, don't you? 


148 


the rise and fall of a member of the facalty 


from a 14th Century French univer: 


їх raris long ago, there | 
ig countess whose husband was 
»ounting attacks against the ene 
his troops ішо the 
ch, thrusting his sword. against the 
foe that he almost never did any mount- 
ing. breaching or thrusting at home. 
Thus, the lady took to recruiting lovers 
ying on pleasant skirmishes 1 
tween the sheets. She had a liking for 
chance and she took a peculiar delight 
in finding these gentlemen at random. 

The count’s dwelling was an old tow- 
built many years ago on the very 
edge of the Seine. One high window i 
the lady's room looked out onto the 
street and there she would sit, her white 
breasts scarcely veiled, seeking among 
the passers-by for a likely young man. 
When she saw a handsome face, а good 
form and a tight codpiece combined. she 
would sn «| beckon. Pierre, the 
manatarms, or Alain from Picardy could 
hardly resist pushing open the heavy door 
and hurying up the staircase, such prom- 
ise had he seen. Once in the lady's room, 
he would discover that another broad 
window on the other side of the tower 
gave а marvelous view of the river. But, 
what with а naked countess twining he 
ms around his neck, he was unlikely to 
pause to admire the scenery. 

Into bed: heavy action. The lady 
bucked like an untamed mare. Sighs, 
relaxed bodies, a drifting ої. Then sud 
denly there were thrce burly, bearded 
ners in the room, One gave him a 
blow on the head: the others seized his 
arms and legs. Later, downstream 
boatman or other would come across a 
iked body in the shallows. 

These matters. generally unknown in 
ihe city, were nevertheless whispered 
among the students at the university. 
One day, just before sunset, а group of 
students appeared in the street that passed 
under the tower. At their head was Jean 
Buridan, rector and lecturer at the uni- 
versity, a fine figure of a man. The 
students were eying the window out of 
iosity about the scandalous cou 

Buridan's mind was preoccupied 
with the laws of mechanics and he was 
oblivious to anything else. He was hold- 
ng à parcel amd casting an eye at the 
tower with the thought that it would 
make an admirable spot to demonstrate 
the experiment lately мії 10 have been 
conducted by Galileo Galilei, the savant, 
at Pisa. “Excellent!” he finally exclaimed 
to his students. “I shall conduct a conclu- 
sive experiment. Go to the riverside and 
observe the demonstration." At tiat, he 
pushed open the door and bounded up 
the май». 


le 


some 


Less. 


ILLUSTRATION BY BRAD HOLLAND 


y tale 


At the top. finding а chamber door 
open, he went in and began, "My apolo- 
gies for this intrusion, but I am com- 
pelled to ask you to allow me the use ol 

to conduct an experiment 
” Then he stopped 


ul form clothed in 
that scarcely hid 
nd the rosy tips of 


something 
limbs. 


the white 
her breasts. 
“Come, sit here by me and explai 


this strange notion. Gravi—what?” said 


s “I love expe 
m is the property th s always fasci 
nated mc. Come, tell there is not a 
magnet within the female 1 Iw 
draws forth the iron bar of the male." 

Buridan began to feel the empirical 
truth of her words, He forgot his experi 
xd her. Before 
п her bed, he was conducting 
a vigorous proof of the barand-magnet 
theory. In fact, he repeated the demon 
stration several times, just to make su 

So charmed was the lady with these 
lessons that she decided to take a full 
course in the science, with honors; but 
in her usted шне, finally, she fell 
bering to counter- 
iding orders to the servants 
anwhile, the students had been 
ng all night in their hired barge on 
the river. kecping a close watch on the 
window of the tower. At last, one of 
them gave a cry. They looked up to sce 
not the expected pound of lead and 
pound of feathers dropping from above 
but the naked body of their learned 
professor. They pulled him from the 
aid him on some straw until 


ment; he put his arms аго; 


weeks later, 
ed а copy of. Је 
on the nature of falling bodies. It 
written in excellent La d it ws 
dedicated to her. The coum, who had 
returned temporarily to Paris in order 
to have his armor and weapons polished, 
glanced at it but put it aside when he 
realized that he had forgotten most of 
his Latin 
The countess, however, read it with 
interest, learning with some astonishment 
what gravitation is actually all about. She 
particularly took to heart the final section 
which wa 
of conduct 
with anything except inanimate bodies. 
Thetealier, her visitors were permitted to 
withdraw discreetly through a side door 
in the tower alter their lessons in the 
physical laws 
—Retold by Kenneth Marcuse EB 


the countess re- 
n Buridin's treatise 


was 


ed against the great. danger 
tational expe 


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PLAYBOY 


150 


PLAYBOY INTERVIEW 


that 1 
pickin’ 
another 
be gı 


al 1 were buddies, he stopped 
ne up, which was too Dad—1 had 
book in mind—but TI always 
eful to hi 


a ng me a place 
to digest my experiences, And T was 
able to turn his head around on the 
issues, too: pretty soon he did a hundred 
percent somersault and became prolabor 
ight down the line. We eventually org 
ized successfully and won our major 
demands in Kansas City, and his cli ed 
ttitude was a big help to that victory. 
PLAYBOY: Where did you go after Kansas 
City? 

ALINSKY: I divided my time between a 
half-dozen were 
g but then we entered World 
Two, and the menace of fascism 
the overpowering issue at that 
t, so I felt Hitler's defeat took tem- 
porary precedence over domestic issu 
I worked on special assignment for the 
Treasury and Labor Departments; my 
job was to increase industrial produ 
ion in conjunction with the C.LO. and 
зо to organize mass war-bond dr 
across the country. It was relatively tame 
work for me, but I was consoled by the 
thought 1 was having some impact on 
the war effort, however small. 
PLAYBOY: You didn't think of fight 
Hitler with a gun? 

ALINSKY: Join the Army? Ni 
made а lousy soldier. I h 
too much. But before Pe Harbor, I 
was offered a commission in the OSS. 
From what little I was told, it sounded 
right up my alley; none of the discipline 
and regiment: 


slum con 


munitics we 


my experi n 
ism could have 


ting domestic fas 
plication to ıl 


g behind ет 
really е 


nes. 1 agreed. I was 
i; 1 pictured myself in a 
wench coat and beret, parachuting into 
occupied France and working with the 
maquis against the Nazis. But it wasn't 
meant to be. The 
State blocked m 


contribut 
high produc 
tion, resolving worl gement d 
putes. that sort of thing. Important, 
sure, but prosaic beside the doak-and- 
dagger stuff. I've got to admit that one of 
the very, very few regrets I have in life 

being blocked from joining the OSS 
PLAYBOY: What did you do after the w: 
ALINSKY: 1 went back 10 community-organ- 
ization work, crisscrossing the cou 
working York and 
Detroit and Bull Mexican 
1 in California and the Southwest. 
Reveille Јох Radicals became the number- 
опе best seller, and that helped drum up 
more support for our work, but then the 


à slums 


nd i 


(continued from page 78) 


Cold War began 10 freeze and Mc- 
Carthyism started sweeping the country, 
making any radical activity singly 


difficuli 


In those days everybody who 
lenged the establishment was brand- 
ed a Communist, and the radical move- 
ment began to disintegrate under the 
pressure. 
PLAYBOY: What was your own rela 
» with the Communist Party? 
AUNSKY. T knew plenty of 
in those days, and 1 worked with them 
on а number of projects. Back in the 
Thirties. the Communists did a hell of a 
lot of good work: they were in the 
vanguard of the labor movement and 
they played an important role in aiding 
eks and Okies and Southern share- 


ion- 


platform stood for 
gs, and unlike 
als, they were wil 
оп the line. Without the Communists, 
for example, 1 doubt the CIO. could 
have won all the battles it did. 1 was 
also sympathetic to Russia in those days, 
1 admired Stalin or the 
but because it seemed to 
be the only country willing to stand up 
to Hitler. 1 was in charge ol a big part of 
fund raising for the International Brigade 
and in that capacity 1 worked in close 
alliance v Communist Party. 

NaziSoviet Pact 
though, and 1 refused to toc the ра 
line and urged support for 
for Ame 
the party turned. i 
Chicago Reds plastered the Back of the 
Yards with big posters featur 


me, 


monger.” But 
there were too many Poles, Czechs, Lith- 
nd Latvians in the area for 


tic to go over very well. Actually, 
kness of the р 
ng of the Moscow line. 
It could have been much more elective 
if it had adopted a relatively independ- 
ent stance, like the western Europes 
s do today. But all in all, and 
despite my own fights with them, 1 think 
the Communists of the Thirties deserve 
a lot of cr ggles they led 
or partici the party is 
j in the 
Depression it was а positive force for 
I change. А lot of its leaders and 
ganizers were jerks, of course, but 
objectively the party in those days was 
the right side and did considerable 
good. 

PLAYBOY: Did you consider becom 
party member prior to the Nazi- 
Раа? 


y was 


ALINSKY: Not at any timc. I've never 
joined any organization—not суеп the 
ones I've organized. myself. 1 prize my 
own independence тоо much. And philo- 


sophically, 1 could never accept a 
rigid dogma or ideology, whether it's 
Christianity or Marxism. One of the 


most import 
Judge Le 


nt things in life is what 
ned Hand described as “that 
evergnawing inner doubt as to whether 
you're right.” И you dont have that, if 
you think you've got an inside track to 
absolute truth. you become docurinaire, 
humorless 
The greatest crimes 
perpetrated by such religious and poli 
ial fanatics, from the persecu 
ns of the Inquisition on down to 
Communist purges and Nazi genocide. 
The great atomic physicist Niels Boh 
mmed it up pretty well when he said, 
ery sentence 1 utter must be und 
stood not as an ion, but às а 
question." Nobody owns the truth, and 
dogma, whatever form it takes. is the 
ultimate enemy of human freedom. 
Now. this doesn't mean that I'm rud- 
I have a much keener 
па purpose than the 
with his rigid ideology, 
1 free to be loose, res t 
and independent, able to respond to 
y situation as it arises without getting 
trapped by articles of faith. My only 
fixed truth is a belief in people, а con 
viction that if people have the opportu 
nity to act freely and the power to 
control their own destinies, they'll gen- 
erally reach the right decisions. The 
only alternative to that belief is rule by 
an elite, whether it's a Communist. bu 
reaucracy or our own presentday corpo- 
rate establishment 
have an ideology more specific than that 
of the founding fathers: “For the general 
welfare.” That's where 1 parted company 
with the Communists in the Thirties, and 


sense of direction 
иие believer 


because ] 


You should never 


today. 
PLAYBOY: Did the McCinthy era affect 


you personally? 


ALINSKY: No, not directly, but th 


to organize for 
long 
njury to the country. Before McCarthy, 
сусту generatio s radicals who 
were pre 

syste 


liber 


n joined. the 
party or its front groups broke and ran 
for cover i gy of oppor 
many of them betraying their fiends 
nd associates to save their own skins. 
The fire-breathing radicals of the Thirties 
turned tail and skulked away, leaving 
behind a pitiful legacy of cowardice. And 
there was no one left except а few bat- 
tered holdouts to hand the torch on to 
(continued on page 169) 


unism, 


THE 
A SHIRT 
OFF HER 
BACK 


competition was keen at a trio 
of ski resorts e who 


could do the most with the least 


ona promotion gimmick. The K2 Corporation of Vashon Island, Washington, manu- 

factures fiberglass skis, which it prides itself on advertising in offbeat style: G. Wash- 
ington advises from a dollar bill, “Don’t take any wooden skis.” Another company brain 
storm is a T-shirt emblazoned with the K2 logo, available by mail for four dollars. 
When Sun Valley sponsored an Airline Interline Week last season, somebody dreamed 
up the idea of a contest wherein girls would dance, sing or generally gyrate for the title 
of “best-looking matched set in a K2 Tshirt" Trouble was, to the promoters’ dismay 
and the spectators’ delight, the first contestant chose to reveal her qualifications for best 
matched set sans a K2 T-shirt. From then on, through later contests at Aspen and Mam- 
moth Mountain, things got even less inhibited—as is obvious on the next two pages. K2 
is cooling it this winter—tooling up to make a new line of camping gear. We'll predict, 
however, there'll be no contest to uncover the best matched pair in a K2 sleeping bag. 


E ALL STARTED, in rather straightforward fashion, as a promotion gimmick based 


Shirley Metz Boser (above) 
turned her honeymoon 

trip to Aspen into a profitable 
victory when (cheered, incidentally, 
by her bridegroom) she 

garnered the top prize, including 
cash donations. One of the 

judges, K2 skiteam member Charles 
McWilliams, auctions off 

Shirley's shirt. At right is Teri 

Polak, one of the unbuttoned 
entrants in the third and final 
event, at California’s Mammoth 
Mountain ski complex. 


152 


At right, from top to bottom: 
Koren Westbrook offers a scenic 
rear view of the K2 Rider T-shirt 

(and оп even more scenic front view 

of herself) ct the competition 
stoged in Aspen's popular Red 

Onion; also at Aspen, Donna Crane 

entered (with friend Margie 
Lockwood, portly visible in red 


outfit at left) os one of The Boobsy 
Twins. Victoria Smith, an airline 
stewardess, created a fringed 
holter from her T-shirt for the 


Mammoth Mountain contest. 


Two ways to adorn a torso: with 

а huge sticker of the K2 logo, 

оз demonstrated by Aspen’s Dee 
Jones (middle left), or with an 
imaginative body-paint job in 
patriotic red, white and blue, 

аз modeled by Lake Tehoe’s 
amply-endowed Jan Miller (near left), 
who dropped in For the rivalry 

at Mammoth. In the three-picture 
sequence below, British snow 
bunny Barbara Webb is down to 
and neorly out of = 

barest of essentials. 


The winner—at Mammoth—was 
Joanne Vargas (left), who 

finished minus all save a painted 
midriff. The legend reeds 

simply “Chew,” which refers to 

an advertising campaign wherein 
the message "Chew K2” is painted 
on weathered barn walls. Joanne’s 
prizes, in addition to K2 skis, 
included boots and 

related ski gear. The rapt 


onlooker at lower right of photo 


is photographer Dick Barrymore, 
m.c. for all three contests. 


PLAYBOY 


154 


BILL LEAR „атов page 150) 


t problem? He said. 
"Ehe problem of automobiles producii 
all this pollution. They said, "Mr. Pres 
dent, that’s already been solved.” So he 
looked at his advisors and said, "Well, 
what arc we mecting for? Now. there's 
just one thing: Only the automotive 
manufacturers were there. I asked to be 
present to be the devil's advocate. but I 
wasn't allowed, because | would have 
aid one thing— Bullshit! 
Nixon's been duped by his own 
ors. They just get so damned impres 
ot only with General Motors bat with 
I the companies. He surrounds himself 
with a bunch of college professors and, 
hell, they can't help but be impressed. 
‘These college professors make $18,000- 
$20,000 a year and they go down to see 
Eddie Cole [president of General Mo- 
300.000 and all the rest of 
the top guys making $300,000 a y 
who tike them down and show thei 
100.000.000 worth of equipment they're 
using for testing purposes, and so forth. 
And they all say, well, gee, these guys 
е hound to come up with the answers. 
But bigness is not the answer. It's the 
old могу; somebody has to think. And 1 
t think has auacked 
problem on an enthusiastic basis For 
the simple reason that they knew, if they 
did, they'd have ло write oll s 
imernal-combustion investment. 

Lear has seldom been impressed with 
anything or anyone, at least anyone сіе. 


they siid. W 


doi the 


anyone 


me of this 


His whole life has been dedicated 10 
diyproy the phrase “h капа be 
done.” Born in Hannibal, Missouri, he 


moved to Chicago as an infant with 
his divorced. mother. “Fiom the filih 
side on. I spent every waking hour in 
the Hiram Kelly library reading about 
Гот Swift and his dirigible. Vom Swift 
d his flying machine,” he recalls, “I 
just haunted dun plac. I read every 
book they had on clecuonicy and. mag- 
nets" Lear has been described as a “high 
school dropout,” but he didn’t have to 
drop very far. “After the first ten days of 
high school, they told me to get out,” he 
s. obviously relishing the memory- 
You know why? 1 would prove them 
wrong, One day in geometry, the teacher 
problem and 1 said, ‘There's an 
way to do th 
aid, "Oh, 
unfortunately, E did. Then I said, "Screw 
il, and went away. E was а smartass. T 
should have stayed and learned some: 
thing, but T was so far ahead of them. You 
couldn't teach me anything.” 

So at 15 he hit the road. hitchhiking 
through the Midwest, A year later. he 
licd about his age and joined the Navy 
md was sent to the Great Lakes Naval 
‘Training Station near Chicago. There 
his enireprenenrial instincts blossomed. 
“L was a radio electr second class, 


L' He got mad and 


yeah—show the class? and 


and as an instructor you were a top 
y. vou could get a pass,” Lear re 
called. "I used to go off the base and get 
1en-cent. hamburgers and then sell them 
for fifteen cents.” After his discharge, he 
indulged his youthful fascination. with 


nes were wood and wire contrap- 
tions. You wouldn't believe those old 
crates would actually fly. 1 worked ой 
nd on doing dirty jobs around the field 
d once in а while Га get a ride. I 


didn't get too many: flying in those days 
was pretty dangerous—and the greatest 
nger was my mother finding out. I 


for nothing and I didn't 
tell her. but when I started coming bi 


my first ride, the airplane landed 
flipped onto its back. It was a DHA, a 
mail plane, alfectionately known as a 
g callin.” 

ving the airfield, he drifted 
v. Illinois, then to Tulsa. then 
back to Chicago. Mong the way. he 


worked in radio laboratories. got mar- 
ried. had two kids, got divorced and 


made а reputation in the radio indust 
When he was 26, a small. Chica come 


pany called him in to solve а problem 
with its home radio sets, He did: the 
company named the radio the Ma 
took that name itself, re 


Lear with а salary of 51000 a mouth. A 
few years later. he invented the first 
practical automobile radio for the бар 
vin. Manufacturing, С А friend 
tells the story that L d Galvin were 
riding home one day. discussing а name 
for the new invention. "In the Midwest 
around that time, wc had a lot of drinks 
that ended in ‘ola,’ like Rock-Ola: every 
thing was "ola So Bill said, “v's going 
in a why not call it Motorok? " 
The company of that name, of сон 
has had a fair degree of success since. 

But Lear wasn't around for the 
growth of Motorola. He sold his stock in 
the early Thirties to form his own com 
pany. first known as Lear Developments 
most of its life as Lear. Inc. At 
t. Lear began to combine his 
at passions. plan. 
He invented the fist radio receiver for 
airplanes, but. as he was to do several 
times, he overextended himself and 
faced bankruptcy. B was only when he 
perfected a new radio set and sold it to 
RCA for $250,000 that he finally got his 
own company going. Over the nest 15 
years or so. he diarned out a series of 
inventions. One of the most significant 
was the first direction finder for aiv 
planes—the Learoseope—which he pub- 
ied with a spectacular cross-country 


car 


se, 


and for 


ght ive years later, h 
the F awks Award for 


radio-navigation system. the Lear 
—ol course. Aficr World War Two, 


when military purchases suddenly slack. 
ened, Lear, Inc. was threatened with 
collapse. 


a new idea, an automatic pilot small 
enough to fit into jet aircraft. In 
the auto pilot lit him the Collicr 
Trophy, aviation's I ard. It also 
resurrected Lear, ich then. pro- 
ceeded to grow rapidly as а divensilied 
radio and acrospace company 

By 1960, Lear was looking for a new 
challenge. "Hell, as soon as something 


w 


works, I lose interest in it,” he told me 
"How long сап you hang over a chess 
that you've already won?" About 


. he decided to build his ow 
airplane, a small jet for bus: 
like himself. Dur the Learjet was more 
than just another project: it represented 
ihe ultimate achievement in an indus- 
try that had continued to consider him 
a nut. "Bill always wanted to 
build his own. pl “said Nils Ekhund. 
long one of Lear's chief scientists. 

would put him in the same boat wi 
the other big guys. He has a tenible 
desire for publicity, due to the fact that 
he was а nobody to ман with. He had 
no high school training and built him- 
self up to be a multimillionaire and he 


m 


executives 


wanted the me Lear to be known all 
over the world.” 

"he board of Lear, Inc. howeve 
refused to finance the plane. so Lear 


sold out to the Si 
company became 
went to Swite 


ler Corporation—the 
Lear Siegler—and 
nd. After several. frus- 
trating years in Europe. he moved back 
to Wichita t0 build his plime and was 
greeted by almost universal skepticism, 
“The experts said that he couldn't de 
im the plane. that if he could it 
wouldn't fly, and if it flew, it wouldn't 
sell." said Eklund. "But they all turned 
out to be wrong.” The Learjet illustrates 


ss 


the real genius of Bill Lear: the ability 
10 make something smaller, cheaper md 
than anyone «е. Айе 


plne all day. he played 
around at night with magnetic 
The result was another triumph of m 

ization, ап eight-rack stereo tape play 
nough to fit into a car and 
simple enough to operate with one hand, 
without looking. 

But when the jet beca 


apes. 


so successful, 


Lear was seed, as one friend. put it, 
sU He started 


th dclu 
making plans for bi 


"vw 


mis of grander 


aer p 
spent as fast as it came in. 
was faced with a crisis. The 
banks wouldn't lend Lear any more 
money and, in order to save the compa 
ny, he sold a portion of it to Gates 
Rubber. He was supposed to stay оп as 
chairman of the board, but he fought 
continually with his new 
Шу resig 
The sale of Learjet and other invest- 
s left him with a large income and 


partners, 


“How did you come to name your boat the Revenge, Gaplain?” 


155 


PLAYBOY 


156 


nothing 10 do. He soon found idleness 
intolerable. “If we don't find something 
for Bill to do,” his wife, Moya, told a 
Iriend at the time, "we're going to have 
to take him out and shoot him." Simi 
thoughis had occurred to Lear and his 
estlessness had brought him to the 
Drink of suicide. But then an old friend 
got him interested in steam as an answer 
to smog and he plunged in. 

In one way, Lear's flying leap into the 
steam business was rather out of charac- 
ter. Throughout his 


er he has been 
concerned chielly with the market po 
tential of his inventions—what would 
sell. Most of his important inventions 
have been luxury items: radios, tape 
recorders, personal jets. А low-emission 
le, however, is not only a techno- 
logical challenge but an ecological neces- 
sity. As one friend. observed, Lear n 
n age where he is start 


ching 
to think about the “mark he will le: 
behind 

As one might imagine, Bill Lear is not 
the casiest man to work for. “His fun is 
his work," said one associate, and since 
he's working all the time, he expects а 
similar commitment from his employees. 
“He just hates weekends and holidays, 
because he t get a full crew down 
here.” said Hugh Carson, currently his 
chiel engineer. Just as he won't trust 
nyone else to cook his hamburg 
ar has to poke his nose into ever 
thing. When the employees at Learjet 
once coi ned that he made all the 
decisions, he shot back: "You put up 
hall the money and you cin make half 
the dei 

‘This is oue of the central elements of 
Lear's character: the need to control. He 
dominates everything and everyone 
around him. Like some peripatetic mag- 
netic pole, he attracts all the compass 
needles wherever he is. 1 remember the 
fist time I met him. He was lying from 
р, ags to Reno one morning and 
greed to pick me up in Los Angeles. Т 
was bue and he was furious, and we 
barely exchanged greetings as we board- 
ed his Learjet and taxied out to the run- 
way. The two other passengers in the 
sleek seven-seater were Phil Philibosian, 


ve 


m Spri 


а financial consultant he had met in 
Palm Springs, and Н. B. ("Мас") Me 
Laughlin, an old business chum from 
before the war. "Bill's so engaging,” said 


ho 


Ph » somewhat surprised t0 be 
where he was, “that I canceled all my 
plans in order to be with him today, T 
told him I had some ideas about low- 
emission vehicles and he told me 
come along, 

Lear was the pilot, as he always is. 
He had on a yellow baseball cap with 
тклкукт stitched in red on the font. His 
fingers drummed impatiently on the in- 
strument panel, which also said Lear yer. 
From the back he was a massive man, 
with a neck like a tree trunk. bulging 


over his coll We took oll smoothly 
and swiftly and within moments he an- 
nounced we reached 14,000 feet, 
“This plane,” he said, “can beat most 
fighters to this altitude.” Lear touched a 
lever and the little plane jumped ahead. 
He was part of this machine he had 
built, part of it the way a good cowboy 
is part of his best pony. Later that day, 
Lear told me: "Airplanes are my first 
love. .. . If I had it to do over again, 1 
would become a professional pilot and 
do nothing but Пу aircraft for a living. 
and then I'd play and invent things or 
the side” An overstatement, perhaps 
but when you fly with Lear, you under- 
stand why he loves it. Up there, he has 
II the responsibility and all the power. 
One is reminded of Lyndon Johnson 
driving his white Continental across his 
ranch, scaring cows with his horn, and 
ordering his men around by radio. The 
sky is Lear’s turf the way the Peder 
is Johnson's, 
After а while, 


les 


Lear called me up to 
the front, He is a gruff but open person, 
a man of few airs, easy to talk to, or at 
least listen to. He told some stories 
about the сапу days of aviation and 
then got onto the Learjet. “I wanted to 
make the first test flight, but they talked 
me out of it,” he said. “After th 1 
made many of the test flights. After the 
first one my wile got mad at me for being 
i I said, “Honey, Гуе flown th 
ane thousands of times in my mind. 
Tt was just the first time J was in it^ " 
We passed Mono Lake, high in the 
Tahoe, and Lea nte 
here’s an A 


ed to it. 
the bottom of that lake someplace. It 
went down and they never found it” I 
asked Lear if he had ever been in danger 
and he smiled: "While I was test flying, 
1 had a couple of close calls, but only 
the laundry Knew how scared I w 
On the dashboard was a strange black- 
ndwhite dial thar id маз a 
synchrometer,” a device to get the two 


Le: 


engines to run at exactly the same vate. 
he 


Did 


all Learjets have one? "Hell, 
‘d, "I only invented it Tast weel 
Soon we had cleared the Sierras and 
anding at Reno. Lear set the little 
plane down so gently you could hardly 
feel it. He tried—ind failed—to sup- 
press the smile that twitched across his 
lips. " he said, "is what's called 
‘flying it into the ground.’ I sure 
you how to do it 

Parked in ıl 
automobiles, white Mercedes 
gullwing with whiteleather interior that 
looked like some sort of crouching fe- 
line. Lear had rebuilt the c; Irom 
scratch just for the hell of it, but he 
seldom drove it. “Гус got too many 
goddamn cars” he 
the hangar. “Гуе got to get rid of some 
of them. 1 don’t even know how many I 
have." Outside he waved his arm at the 


owed 


several 


»wled as we left 


future site of Leareno, barren land 
stretching off toward the disiant hills. 
“Think I've got enough. room up 1 
he asked the old 
3200 acres and someday it will be worth 
an average price of $10,000 to $20,000 an 
acre. E just sold а quarte! 
$10,000 on the corner right over there.” 

After a few minutes in the office, he 
took us for a tour of the shop. He strode 
down the halls with authority, shoulders 
square, elbows out, chin—slightly marred 
by an old scar—set hard. In one room 
the crew was working on a synchrometer. 
His words lunged out, making the 
finch a bii What I'm tying to do is 
design something for production. . . 
That's an expensive design, the thread is 
wrong for that kind of piece. . . . I'm not 
doing this for my edification, for Chris- 
sake, I'm doing it to put it into produc- 
tion, and that's а lousy production 
эч сап cut the cost of diac 
exactly in half with no trouble at all. 
‘Then it was on to the auto shopi—parts 
of steam and turbine engines scattered 
about, a € gaping hole under the 
hood, like a child who had lost his Iront 
teeth. Lear was even experimenting with 
an internal-combustion. engi on the 
odd chance that he could find a way to 
clean it up. “I never give up on am 
thing,” he explained as he guided us 
along. “I'd hate like hell to have some- 
one else find out how to do it if I could 
have doune it first." 

Later à bunch of us went 
a roxdhouse a few miles 
st nt was one of those 
Formica tables, bobbed w 
ball and slot machines and а loud juke- 
box. A countryand-western song was 
playing when Lear summoned our wait- 
res. "Honey," he drawled, “that music 


nen 


r with 


to lunch at 
away. The 
places with 
inesses, pin- 


is so sad I'm going to break out and сту 
l of the god- 
bunch of 


y Way to get r 
mn thing—it’s just li 


са 


bellering cows.” Then he tu 
table: "Jesus Christ, it’s ha 


quiet 
we've 


ny price. Somehow or othe 
nized society so we have a con- 
in the background, Then w 
why people blow their brains 
out and divorce their wives and don't 
ing done—they're always listen- 
id gro Ө 

The talk turned to the auto compa- 
nies’ eflorts—or lack of them—to control 
exhaust emissions. "Fither they're not 
the truth or they don't know any 
т," thundered Lear. “It's hard for 
me to imagine they would be that un- 


truthful or that stupid. I guess the word 


for them is fantastic." Then he laughed. 
"You know what a charm school is? 
Thats where they teach you to say 


d of 
unrelenti 


tastic inst 


"bullshit" Typical 
le nequivocal and rath 
er uncouth, His lunch. сате with some 
parsley on the side. “You know what the 


©1971 R.J. Reynolds Tobacco Company, Winston-Salem, N.C. 


25 mg. “tat; 15 mg. nicotine av. per cigarette, FIC Report AUG.71. 


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158 


difference between parsley and pussy is, 
he asked по one in particu- 


photog pid. on Lear's Like his 
jokes. his friends are a bit outdated— 
Art Lit Arthur Godfrey, Robert 


Cummings, a gallery of afternoon-T V 
stars. OF course, there was also Frank 
Sinatra (“I sold him a pl and 
Buckminster Fuller, who called that 
afternoon and told Lear: "You're really 
such an ext у courageous man 
and you've really plugged for humanity 
and irs all really very big bets. [ ў 
want you to make good.” 

Going through his mail, Lear found a 
pastel envelope and threw it at Buzz 


Na girls to 
stop writing to asked. not 
meaning it a bit. 

“You'll just have to stop being so nice 


10 them," 
Lear s; 


answered. Nanney. 

he wanted to go back 10 
Palm Springs that night and someone 
suggested that he should relax. It was 
c calling him "I can't 
relax," he shouted. know that." 


"you 
After a stiff meeting to disc 


enmt heard 
"s hear 


projects (^I В 
s yet 
wanted to drive out to 
some things to ta k ао Palm 
sp As we drove, I asked him how 
he got into the steam business. 

After he was forced to sell Learjet, he 
was not only despondent but sick with a 
broken Jeg and ful nosebleeds. He 
picked up the story from there: “I had a 
nosebleed and 1 kept going to a special- 


house 


bi 


ist for nosebleeds and he kept packing 
my nose and packing my nose, but the 
goddamn packing wouldn't hold the 
blood. It's а goddamn good thing it 
didn't, because if it would have, I'd 
have been dead. Because the bleeding 
wasn't in my nose at all, it was way back 
undemeath the brain. This doctor J had 
s highly recommended to me, but 
cach time he would pack, they had to 
give me enormous doses of morphine 
tand the pain, Finally, he said, 
this doesn't hold it, next time it 


mcans they go in 

nose, you sec. If I had done that, I 
would have been dead, because you last 
about an how half in a case like 
that alter a posterior pack. 

“1 was so despondent and the pain was 
sot y friend who 
І went around with, this fellow Ben. 
Edwards, who was a plastic surgeon. 1 
id great confidence in Ben and I said. 
‘Ben, I want you to go up in there and 
find out where I'm bleeding. I'm not 
bleeding where these bastards think T 
am. I want you to go up in there and 
i you сап see where I'm 


"Bill, I'm not that kind of surgeon. But 
I've got a good friend, I'll have him get 
with you” So I said, “You'd 
ге him get in touch with me 
{cernoon or this evening early.” 
“So about 10:30 1 was in bed and this 
thing busted loose again, Well, the 
blood would just come spurting out 
with every heartbeat, it wouldn't just 


in touch 
better ha 


ш 


"I know this all must be quite a shock 
to you, Roger, but a recent study shows that 
transvestites make very good spouses.” 


drip. drip, drip. So 1 suid, ‘Mommy, 
don't give a shit what happens, get me a 
bowl, Tm going to pull the packing out 
d bleed to death. 1 can’t stand the 
пу longer and I'm 
So she got me the pan and she said, ‘I 
wish you wouldn't do it and I said 
t help iv’ And I started to pull it 
ош. There was about two or three yards 
of the stull up there. 1 had pulled out 
about six inches of it and the phone 
rang, 

“That shows you how dose you cam 
come, because if 1 had pulled it out, I 
would have been dead in about twenty 
minutes. So the phone rang and it was 
this new doctor and my wile said, "Oh, 
doctor, Fm so glad you called, be- 
cause Bill is hemorrhaging again and he's 
about to pull the packing out, he's pulled 
out abont six inches now and he insists 
on pul out because the pain is so 
bad amd he’s bleeding so badly.’ "The 
doctor said, ‘Don’t let him do it, get him 
in the car and take him to St. John’s 
hospital and ГЇЇ meet. him over there.’ 
So I got to St. John's and he arrived and 
pulled this packing out and the last 


ng to do it." 


words І heard him say were "Oh, my 
God." 
"That was thc last I w for fivc 


hour. Poor Mommy is walking up and 
down the hall. she doesn't know what 
the hell is going on. and it was a damn 
good thing she didn't, because she 
would have collapsed if she had, It was 
just by the grace of God. Ten seconds 
luer on that telephone call and I 
wouldn't have been alive. If I hadn't 
seen Dr. Edwards in the afternoon, T 
wouldn't have been alive. So I guess 
maybe I was destined to live. 

For a long time, 1 saw two of everv- 
1 had to close my right eye and 
look with my left. Then I got over that. 
When finally T got busy in the steam 
department, I forgot about. everything. 
As a matter of fact, I healed so damn 
fast after that I don't even. remember 
being sick." 

As he finished the story, we reached 
his home, a rustic stoneand-timber man- 
sion about 5000 fect up in the Sierras, 
only a mile or two from the эга 


line. ‘The carefully tended lawn sloped 
down 10 the gurgling Truckee River, 
ad clear out of the moun- 


lovely spot. As Lear got out 
1 dogs of various shapes 


and sizes came bounding over and he 
exploded with greetings. "Where are my 
doggies, where are my doggi he 
yelled as they crowded around. “Oh, my 


beautiful doggies; oh, my beautiful dog 
gies. Where have you been? Daddy loves 
you so much. Do you Iove Daddy?" One 
has the feeling that is a question he asks 
id is never quite sure of the 
the house is a cur 
of wealth and hominess, class 
"Ehe walls are covered with Ма 


nsw 


us mixture 
ad com. 


5 needle 


point and the living room contains a 
kuge wooden frame with her master 
wor One %, WELCOME НОМЕ, 
but when flipped over, it reads, 
or rows, Then there are sc 

Rubens, a Courbet or two 
extremely valuable paintings. Lea 


side s 


T gazed 


at the luscious Rubens nudes and 
Cracked: “I have no interest in art and 1 
certainly would not be terested in 


those fat women and fat babies, I like a 
woman built for speed, not comfort." 
Dominating the room are huge 
stereo speakers, almost seven feet high. 
When he wanted to demonstrate the 
sound system, he played a piano version 
of Tenderly. 

One table held a recent gift from Moya, 
three specially bound volumes called. Wil- 
lian P. Lear os, Inertia, a record of the 
mere than 150 patents he holds. On 
another was a silver cigarette box with 
the inscription CHARIER MEMBER, RN 
ASSOCIATES, 198. RN. stands for Richard 
Nixon. "I was the second-bigyest backer 
he had," Lear sid, "and all 1 want is 
for him to do something right. 1 want 1 
see Nixon and talk to him and set him 
sight But do think T was ever 
invited to anything but а soci 
at the White House? Never. 

You don't own those Rubens and 


two 


you 


al occasion 


б 


acres of choice riverfront land and half 
à dozen houses around the world with- 


is a very wealthy m 
net worth as “more than $25,000,000 
and Jess than $50,000,000," and business 
associates generally agree. Most of it 
came hom the sale of Lear, Inc. and 
jet, but he has also invested widely 
in year estate, When I asked about his 
adily. Many of 
csments came during the 
ys of the Florida land. boom. “A 
guy once came to me and asked me lo 
buy some land." he remembered. "He 
$2500 for it and his wife 
the guy who sold it to 
him had paid only $1300, I told him I'd 
take it, sight unseen. The girl 1 was with 

ht 


swered т 


be u But the was in 
troubl bout 
$150,000." 


ME that needle point on the walls 
tells another story—the days and weeks 


rie Olsen, the daughte 
the vaudeville comic, knew he was ^ 
s he puts it. А devout Christian 
Moya bore him four childre 
tied to change him. (His 
but 


Scientist, 


and never 


out of 
wedlock.) Lear pursued women with the 
same roughness and determination with 
which he pursued everything else 
with similar succes. On his mam 
ch, he would often be met at the airport 
by a pretty girl in а BHimousine. Famous 


people became his friends. Heavy booz 
ing. night-clubbi 
with the life style. After Lear moved to 
Los Angeles, he was a regular at El 
Rancho Vegas, the first big casino on the 
Strip. “Lear was one of the highest roll- 
n town,” recalled an acquaintance. 
cars he was known as the "hook. 
ht' He'd see a girl am 
here, honey, you're good 
luck, and hand her a fistful of chips. 
Those kind of guys have gone out of 
style." Lear has never been coy about 
his exploits; quite the opposite. Call it 
insecurity or egotism, he never tires of 
recounting his accomplishments. 

We left die house, drove back to Reno 
and boarded the Learjet. We hadn't 
been ‘be than ten minutes 
when Lear noticed the synchrometer 
wasn't functioning right. With a string 
of choice expletives, he turned. that 
little plane around so fast my stom- 
ach dropped away like a sky diver's. 
Back on the ground, he chewed out the 


mbling went 


say, 


пе over 


more 


па ordered them to 


cre 


fix the faulty. part. As he stalked away, 
he muttered: “They've got four or five 


balls in the 


ir and they're hoping to 
catch the right one. There's no chance of 
that—iv’s got to be done right in t 
shop: you don't experiment on the planc. 
This is the third time that engineer of 
mine has mesed up and he knows he's 
in trouble 

‘There was nothing left to do but have 
dinner in town, Lear chose the Bundos, 
а candlelit spot overlooking the Truckee 
River where he is well known, The talk 
wandered over many subjects and his 
volubility increased. with the number of 
Scotches consumed. There were 
half wed only by 
salad—and he explained congenially: 


dozen—b: 


“Pm not an carer, Fm a drinker. l'm 
not a lover, Fm fuckei I asked 
about the house in the mou ns and 
his other realestate ventures. and he 


mentioned that he owned prope 
over Europe, induding Switzer 


159 


PLAYBOY 


where he built a California-style ranch 
house. Someone once called him “the 
gly American,” and he sort of 
“L hate Europe, 1 hate Europe; 
“My children. all spe 


agrees. 
he thundered. 
French fluently, my daughter married an 


"d my son married a Dutch 
girl, bur T like it better here. T guess I'm 
just а dyed-in-thewool American. It's 


workers take oll 
their hats and click their heels and bow, 
but you can't say, "Cut that out, for 
Chrissake; because then they'll lose re- 
spect for you.” 

The talk dvifted to girls and gam- 
s. He remembered his younger d 
in New York, when he owned a h 
bed he called the play 
ica. He still keeps a girl in Los Angeles 
on sort of a retainer, but the years 
begun to catch up with him. "It 
kes me all night" he admitted, 


i 


I used to do all n 
ng, too, has slowed down, but he 
called his greatest moment in а long 


career at the crap tables. "I once made 
517,000 in five minutes." he enthused. "T 
ler 11 lay and it hit once and then hi 
gain. 1 tried to spend all the money 
"hr. but there was no way to do 
SC по way 

By the time we got 
was 10:30, but Lear wasn't through yet. 
He picked up his portable telephone and 
Hed the h ; hoping someone was 


thar 


still there. The Tight from the phone 
glowed against check as he drove 
with one hand. When I think of Bill 
Lear, that picture comes to mind: 69 
years old, Iate at night, the end of a tas 


nd he's still worrying about 
y part of his airplane. All he could 
reach, however, was the night watch 
Can 1 help you?" he asked, but the 
answer was apparently negative, and we 
drove back 10 the mountain house. Ма 
and I stayed. there, as his friends always 


do. Lear is one of the most graciou 
hosts im : just the week befor 
several dozen kids from the Up With 


People sin group had stayed at the 
house during a concert tour 

The next morning. 1 
that he had been up all night, por 
over his various engine designs. Before 
§ his houseman mentioned that 
his son Joh 
snarled Lear, 
in. you tell him 
ıt to talk to 
him, and neither does Mr. Lear, because 
ve disowned him completely.’ 
asked why and his anger came spi 
out. The story tells a lot about this 
prodigious тап: 

“When John came back fom Europe, 
I gave him a job and he couldn't do 
anythin ermine me in the plants 
got the chance. Th 


if he 
at Mrs, Le 


"a 
every time he 


t shows 


160 you there are some people who do 


respond to kindness or reason. I think 
that was Hitler's secret: There are people 
who don’t want to reason, who want you 
to think for them. 

“He was with me one night and I was 


mother—I forget what 
It was something that j 

me beyond my ability to respond i 
calm way. And I just said, ‘John, I won't 
stand for that! And he айй, ‘Oh, you 


won't, won't you? Well, fuck you.’ That 
just triggered something in me and I 


abbed him by the throat and ] put 
him up against the brick wall, right up 
st the brick wall. He's pretty b 

not much sm: led 
off and hit him in the face so goddamn 
hard that 1 had a sore hand for about 
two weeks. He just slumped down for a 
moment and I thought 1 had probably 
killed him. Finally, he began to stir. 
ıd when he did, T picked him up 
by the neck and I put him up 
against the wall. And I said, ‘Can vou 
understand what I'm g now? The 
first thing I want you to know is that I 
ever expect. your love. I never expect 
you to be grateful. But the nest time 
youre disrespectful, ТЇЇ kill you. Do you 
understand me He's. never said. ‘Fuck 
you’ to me since that day. Не under- 
stood that perfectly. There are times 
when you've got to force respect 
At the same time, Lear can be a man 
of great warmth and y. “He 
chive you hard for a couple of weeks 
then turn around and sty, "Take 
your wife to Europe and bill the com- 
said Nils Eklund. Another time, 

1 some jewel merchants at his 
He bought his wife an $85,000 d 
mond necklace and earrings and а 572.000 
ring, his daughter Patty a 514.000 1 


“u's vast 
flection for his family. But 
membered the exact prices he had 
paid—the kind of thing а man might 
do if he half believed money were the 
measure of love 

Despite his huge successes, Lear's life 
of struggle has left him despondent 
about his counny. H's rather curious: A 
man who is so modern when it comes to 
technology borders on the reactionary 
when it comes to philosophy. He decries 
the “allpervasive permissiveness” that 
he fecls ig the moral fiber of the 
country. n the week, his young 
est daughter, Tina. had been walking 
down the streets of Palm Springs and 
was jostled by some hippie types. “I told 
her mother not to let her on the street, 
because they could easily do something 
like push her with a needle when she's 
walking past," he said. Now that. Tina is 
16. Lear 


nd open 
he 


rot 


ar 


r 


worried about her virtue, As 
we left that moming fo return to Palm 
Springs, he stuck a pistol im his belt. 


“These guys jus push and push and 


push,” he said. forgetting his own youth 
—or remembering it too well. "I said, 
"You tell them your father’s a member 
of the Mafia and he hires button men to 


handle guys like that. You tell them 
they call me The Don at home." 
About the only thing that gets Lear 


more upset than the thought of. pimply 
faced adolescents assaulting his daughter 
is the thought of welfare recipients 
plundering the public till. His answer is 
to take away the vote from anyone on 
public assistance. "If you don't do it ıl 
way,” he declared, “you finally have the 
welfare people telling you how much more 
money they need, because there will be 
more on welfare than are not on welfare. 

“Our forefathers did everythi 
world to keep this country from becom- 
ing a democracy," he went on. "But the 
politicians have hacked а 

iblic so that finally th 
everybody in the world except the cats 
and the dogs. As a result, we now have a 
democracy.” Democracy, he feels, will 
lead to anarchy, and anarchy to dictator- 
ship. The Communists are “building up 
this armament and they're surrounding 
us and within the next five years, they'll 
have five times as many nuclear subs as 
we have," he s And one mori 
they'll say: "We have on target every city 
in the United 
nucle subm: 
know how they are. You 
avoid all this bloodshed by turning the 
government over to us.” And we're going 
to turn it over to them, 

The whole speech sounded like it 
had been in moth balls since 1951; but 
when he finished, Lear smiled: “I tell my 
daughter 10 take up Russian, because if 
they're the bos, 1 w now what 
they're telling m a typical 
Lear remark. He keeps going, he never 
stops. “Is complete compulsion,” said 
an old associate. “If he didn't have a 
challenge. he'd drop dead.” Another 
friend feels he wants to leave "monu 
ments to himselL" and yet another 
traces it “She 
always never 
с 
im- 


а we have ou 
place and you 


can 


all back to his mother: 
to му, 


‘Your dad 


and you 


used 


мо 


pression. 
wrong сус 

Lear has been trying to prove a lot of 
things to a lot of people ever since, but 
maybe there is another. element 
frenzy these. days—the st 
age. He is taking Dy 
Rage, rage against 
"ОТИП still thinks he's 
old," said one friend. "He doc 
to think there will ever come 
he can't screw everything in si 
the clock, Пу his a 
accomplish anything he want 


ig of the 
30 years 

t want 
day when 
1, work 


Under our sedan body 
lurks a secret sports car. 


At first glance, you might mistake disc brakes. An overhead cam engine. A 
the Datsun 510 2-Door Sedan for just slick 4-speed transmission. That's the stuff 
another economy car. sports cars are made of, as our competitors 

But under that civilized exterior lies in the high-pressure 2-5 Trans-Am racing 
Some pretty exotic machinery: series have discovered. 

Independent rear suspension. Front Drive a Datsun...then decide. 


-— Des 


orm rnt 


PN 
Ro US eat 


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162 


AEROSPACED OUT (continued from page 106) 


are finished? The answer is uncertain. For 
one thing, the money formassive pollution- 
control syst 
cither by Government or by industry. 

For another, these men will be com 
turned out 
пу prospe 
tive employers consider the 50-year-old 
incer no match even for the under- 
luae engineering student of 1972. 
start right in on comput- 
head of a unive 
sity engincering school. “They deal with 
advanced concepts and are taught to 
think conceptually. The man who grad- 


пу 


computers and if he hasn't been going 
back to school regularly, he no longer 


even knows the field in which he was 


ing devised. The Department of L 
has created ional registry for engi 
neers and other skilled workers, and 
there presently are job banks in more 
than 100 major cities, linked by teletype 
and computers, to list and match jobs 
and applicants. A few шеп are be 
placed. But with further cutbacks 
phase-outs scheduled, unemployment 
aerospace is mounting faster than jobs 
are opening up in other fields. 

Some aerospace companies foresaw 
trouble coming and began diversifying 
years ago. А few companies. merged. 
They and others acquired satellite firms. 
Some set up new companies to cor 
from space technology to the produc 
of civilian goods. A number of these 
businesses bes xperimenting with 
programmed. education. communications 
networks based on computers and new 
systems lor environmental controls. 
They have had some success—ihough, 
clearly, a $250,000 contract for desigi 
a sewage-disposal system for a small 
town in Ohio is hardly in the 
league with a billion-dollar co 
а Saturn booster. 

Nevertheless, some aerospace com; 
nies h proved that where a real need 
exists and n s available, either con- 
version or divi ion can be effected. 

Litton Industries is completing an е 
perimental smog-monitoring system for the 
Los Angeles County Air Pollution Control 
Distria. Liuon's environ 
division in Ca 
has been. involved. pollution-monitor- 
ing systems since 1967, is building 12 


bor 


automated, remote monitoring 


on area's 


10 keep constant tabs the 
temperature, humidity, w 
direction, and conce: 
dioxide, carbon monoxide, 
bons, oxides of nitre 
taminants. Linked by telephone 
à central computer, the stations scrv 


ng smog alerts and will new 
sources of pollution. Litton predicts а 
5250,000,000 market for. pollution-moni- 
toring systems in the United 5 
alone. Judging by prospects and needs, 
Litton may be thinking small. 

Another California асгоурасе 
ny, the Electro. Dynami i 
mics in 


es 


system to provide basic dai 
the marine biosphere, which, m: 
scientists agree, is seriously threatened by 
pollution and poisoning. Electro Dyn: 
dcs is building six automated electronic 
ocean buoys for the National Oceanic 
nd Atmospheric Agency at a cost of 
bout 53.000.000. IE the pilot project is 
successful, Electro Dynamics foresees a 
system af up to 500 buoys, costing per- 
haps 500,000,000, in the next ten y 
The oceans are basic to man's lile on. 
this planet. They are the source of 70 
percent of our oxygen and ten percent 
of the animal protein we consume cach 
усаг. We could get much тоге life- 
staining protein out of the oceans if 
we шей. Two billion tons of fish arc 
hatched cach year, yet we catch just 
three percent—60.000,000 tons—by means 
of present techniques. Those two billion 
tons of fish, if caught, would quadruple 
the amount of fish protein now available. 
And if we were to distribute the catch. 
more equitably throughout the world, it 
could provide the basic protein needs of 
world population ten times the present 
5 bil 
This is not to suggest that we ever 
could—or would want to—catch and 
consume. t ch fish. We probably 
couldn't change world dietary habi 
that radically and, in any case, we would 
want to be wary lest we upset the cco- 
logical balance of the seas. But wc have a 
long way to go if we want to convert the 
Ibasket of the fi 


on 


oceans into the "bre: 
ture.” And there are many technological 
Ivances that could be made il we had 
mind (and were willing to spend the 
money) to make them. 

The осел also a va 
minc Ma lons 
of mir on the ocean floors and 
huge oil deposits are under the cont 
shelves. Yet we have all but neg- 
lected oceanic exploration. The scientists 
and conquered space ave 
only now moving into the deep waters of 

t mysteries of the s 
ocean-systems di 
small research sub- 
become part of a 
development sys 
and Mobil Oil 
jointly produced a 55,200.000. prototype 
underwater oibpumping station that 
can be serviced from a submarine. The 
underwater oibpumping system, built 


st source of 


. North. 


sion 
marine 


developed. a 


that could 
futuristic underwater 
tem. North 


American 


under a cylindrical structure, will permit 
rs of the conti- 
nental shelf. Had such a system been 
ble in 1969, the blowout disaster 


Wa 


in the Santa Barbara Channel might 
have been р 
І contend, Г have invoduced 


lat 


the Senate to back up my 
mion, that all oil drilling in 

1 waters in the channel should be halted 
тй we have perfecied the technique of 
bottom oil completions. We already 


ler- 


the scientists and engineers. We 
only the incentive and the detern 
tion. By forbidding further oil ex 
tion of the outer continental shell until 
it сап be accomplished. pollution-tree, 
bill would supp'y both the incentive 
(albeit а n ve of the loss 
of industr пета! 
(to 


revenues) and 
in both profits and revenues). 
Lockheed. Missiles and Space Compa- 
ny. Which got into occanwork through 
is Polaris submarine and other under- 
water defense systems, has also been 
doing much marine experimentation. Its 
Deep Quest submarine has been con- 
ducting research and rescue operations 
Jt salvaged, for example, the Ша 
tape recorder from a commercial- 
jet that crashed in the deep ocean w 
off Los Angeles in January 1959, en- 
investigators to determine the 
cause of the accident 
developed an oce: 
and is invest 


ion 


line 


aping system 
ating methods of mining 
the valuable mang modules that 
cover huge expanses of the ocean floor. 

house Electric, General Elec- 
nd a host of other companies also 


се 


хо!хей in oceansystems work of 
one kind or another and to one degree 
or another. But most of the work is 


most all of it 
Fede 


m 
is vastly underfunded 
tures for oceanography 
totaled $518,500.000. That's about the 
equivalent of seven days of warfare in 
Vietnam when we were spending 28 bil- 


ely exploratory and 


expendi- 
1971 


scal 


lion dollars a year there defoliating the 
countryside, destroying villages and 
crashing helicopters in the jungles as 


though they were dimestore toys with 
make-believe occupants. 

Proponents of the SST argued that 
any George Floreas could have been 
employed if Congress had not voted 10 
funding. I was among those 
who voted against it. T did so because I 
believe the SST is ап unjustified acro- 

ic, environmental and economic 
м neither the country nor the 
lly needs. 


v easier to 
meet: faster access to and from a 
fewer del ndings and tà 
‚ both at airports and 


needs 


“But first of all, we have lo ask Teddy's permission, 
and that costs $40.” 


PLAYBOY 


164 


in mid-air; nonpolluting, quieter aircraft; 
and, most notably, short-take-ofl-and- 
landing planes (STOLs) capable of 
feeding smaller and more conveniently 
located airports. 
STOL aircraft a 
g on 1500-foot runways. Such 
ady being experimentally flown by 
MeDonuell-Douglas, could serve the 90 
percent of our 11.261 airports that con- 
ventional jets, requiring 7500-t0-10,000- 
foot runways, cannot use. They could 
relieve congestion at our major airports 
by making short hauls to places not 
served by the big jets. Short hauls, airline 
executives have pointed out. are tli 

nd potatoes of the business—not 
flying а few affluent travelers across the 
ocean at supersonic speeds. 

We need greatly improved ground-to- 
air traffic control and microwave landing- 
guidance systems, and we need high-speed. 
monpolluting ground transportation be 
joining civic 
had the f 


ar-bus 


е capable of oper 


tween airports and 
eler ha 


istration. of 
being caught in ns on airport 
streets, spending as much tine fighting 
afic and fumes on the ground as he 
spends in the ai 

Alternatives are available, А 200-mile: 
an-hour overhead monorail ad air- 
cushion vehicles can be built. Syste 
have been proposed for both Di 
port near Washington, D, C., 
Los Angeles Airport 
do Valley. Bur, ncing 
has been hesitant, mea and late. Had 
President. Johnson, for example, decided 
in 1965 то put 5800,000,000 into de: 
ng and subsidizing an aircushion t 
instead of the ill-fated and inglorious 
SS'T—he would have promoted а largely 


pollution-free new industry that today 
would be employing tens of thousands of 
industrial and construction workers. And 
though President Nixon, shortly alter he 
took office, announced that our citie 
would need at least te 
in Federal aid to mee 
the next 12 years, the bill 
tration supported limited the 
it could be obligated during the 


needs over 
the Adn 
nount t 


first five years to just 3.1 billion dollars. 
How far сап that kind of money 

stretch on a twotoone Federal /city 

matching basis (as the law proposes), 


San 
n 


ht of our needs? Not very f 
ancisco has already spent 14 bi 
dollars (3. percent. of it in local funds) 
1 Rapid T Los An- 
it will сом 2.5 billion 
xt eight. years to meet 
the transportation needs of its inner city 
and New York puts its need at ten bib 
lion dollars over the 

I proposed giving the Department. of 
‘Transportati iate authority to 
Government up to 
the full ten billion dollars, so our cit 
would know for sure how much money 
they could expect from Washingt 
the next decade and could move rapidly 
ahead to meet their masstransit. needs. 
My proposal won 24 Senate votes—nor 
enough 10 win. | also proposed а n 
nsit trust fund, similar to the high- 
пим fund th ade freeway 
construction so prolific. But | lost on 
that, too. I intend to try again. however, 
on both counts. 

With the right kind. of Government 
help, the aerospace industry could tackle 
another air-trvel problem—ihe mon. 
strous ions of 


ate the Е 


noise that plagues 


“My folks are atheists. Рт afraid to tell 
them I've hecome a Jesus freak.” 


people who live and work under jet 
landing and takeoff paths. And it 
could create more jobs in the process. 
Through revofiiting—sound proofing en- 
gine nacelles and enlarging the size of 
the engine's exhaust outlets—jet. noise 
could be cut at least in half. Г 
introduced bil that would require 
that the near-2000 jet planes now i 
be retrofitted by January 1, 1976. Based 
on formulas prepared by the Aerospace 
Industries Association, I estima i 
becomes law, 55.000. people will 
nployed for two years developing 
and installing the retrofits. and these jobs 
another 57,000 jobs outside 
Hundre 
go to aerospace engineers presently col- 
lecting food stamps and reading want ads, 
Health and education systems also are 
ready targets for new electronic, comput- 
ms. Medical-informati 
jeve the crisi n 
care cannot be solved without qu 
jump improvements in informat 
tems, computer banks 
matrix terminals (two-way television 
communication devices). Lockheed Mis- 
siles and Space Company at Sunnyvale 
(Florea's old firm) designed and built a 
video-computer. medical-information sys- 
tem for a hospital, utilizing space-age 
communication devices. The system in- 
volves compute ng or 
all nts and television. devices that 
flash diagnostic and treatment informa- 
tion to doctors and nurses. 
Many education specialists believe 
similar systems are needed to modernize 
schools and improve individualized self- 


ls of these jobs would 


zed record keep 


The makers of the weapons of 1 
death have, ironically, considerable 
pacity to perfect and produce nonlethal 
weapons, ones that could help civili 
reduce the unpleasantness of 
unpleasant work and, at 
atly inerease their abi 


me time, 


у imtain law and order justly. 
Because of the general u bility of 
elective nonlehal device e often 


have dithculty dealing adequately with 
civil disorders in which the use of deadly 
force may be uncalled for or stopping a 
h ive as to ап attack Гог 


Police also need flexible, effective and 
quickly available protective equipment 
to shield them from bodily harm during 
the performance of their duty. Та many 
instances of so-called overreaction, Iaw- 
enforcement officers are, in fact, reac 
to real or imag s to their lives, 
\ policeman о who doesn't 
feel his life is in im t jeopardy is 
better able to keep his cool and act i 
ined, professional manner. 
Ground Systems Group of. Hughes 
Aircraft. Company recenily completed. а 
detailed design for a 545,000,000 com- 
mand-contol communications system for 


s 


the Los Angeles Police Department dı 
y revolutionize policework. A di, 
radio transmitter in cach patrol car is 
connected to computer terminals and cn 
ables the policeman to obtain immediate 
data оп suspects, stolen cars and other 
missing property. By means of broadcast 
radio signals, every car is automatically 
tracked by computers 
able to spot car locations instantly on 
electronic maps and each policeman has 
an emergency-trigger device in his pocket 
to use if he is in trouble away from his 
car. The trigger, a tiny transmitter, broad. 
casis ап SOS signal through the car 
radio. This centralized computer-auto- 
mated dispatch center can cut down by 
an estimated 62 percent the time it takes 
to get а patrol car to the scene of a 
crime or an accident. 

The scientists and. engineers who de- 
signed and built the marvelously intri- 
cate systems for the Saturn rocket and the 
Apollo missions recognize that the same 
techniques can be applied t0 overcoming 
the problems of mass urban 
health, education, crime and. pollution. 
Many of us in the Government sce the 


ma 


Dispatchers are 


wansit, 


possibilities, too. 

Why don't we get on with it? All of those 
systems and more could be built with the 
help of the 85.000 unemployed Florcas, 
whose precious time and talent are going 
to waste. We have the manpower, the 
technology, the plant equipment and the 


knowhow. But diversific 
in a depressed economy. 

In a well-intentioned but sadly mis- 
directed. effort to combat inflation, the 
President deliberately set out to cool the 
economy (a rather dubious objective. by 
the way, for the millions who live on the 
edge of unemployment. or. underemploy- 
ment, for whom the economy wasn't so 


on isn't easy 


hot to begin with). His fiscal and mone- 
tary policies all too obviously didn't 
deflate our continuing inflation. But he 
did succeed in raising unemployment to 
a ten-year high (the highest since 1959 
in California), in driving homes out of 
the reach of most middle- aud even upper- 
middle-income families and in throttl 
down the economy. 

The Administration has consistently 
thwarted Congressional efforts to reverse 
this deplorable state of affairs. Per 
the most egregious example is the freeze 
that the Office of Management and 
Budget placed on 12 billion dollars Con- 
gress had appropriated in 1970 for do- 
mestic needs ranging from health services, 


mental health, education and economic 
development to urban renewal, reclama- 
tion, housing and model cities. I estimate 
that at least 1.613 billion dollars of these 
job-stimulating funds would have gone 
into engincering and science-related fields. 

By the end of 1971, 12 billion dollars 
appropriated by Congress for various do- 
mestic programs still had not been spent 


by Mr. Nixon. In hopes of breaking some 
of this money loose—and to dramatize the 
paradox of our spending 2.6 billion dol- 
lars in military and economic aid overseas 
while retrenching here at home—the Sen 
ate amended the for bill just be- 
fore Christmas recess to require that the 
Administration spend 2.968 billion dollars 
of those impounded funds: 1.71 billion 
dollars for the Department of Housing 
and Urban Development; $429,000,000 
for the Department of Agriculture, includ 
ing $56,000,000 for water 
projects in communities of under 500.000 
and $11,000,000 for the Department of 
Health, Education and Welfare. 
Thousands of jobs could be created for 
unemployed aerospace and defense work. 
ers with the release of frozen appropria- 
tions, such as $10,000,000 for the National 
Science Foundation, $20.000,000 for the 
National Aeronautics and Space Admir 
513.000,000 for the Corps of En- 
s and 5170.000,000 for the Atomic 


y Commission. Government econo- 


and sewer 


sts estimate that for every billion dol- 
lars spent by the Federal Government, 
70.000 jobs are created. Thus, release of 
those 12 billion dollars would provide jobs 
for $10,000 unemployed Americans. 

Our priorities must be to: 

1. Restore economic growth and full em- 
ployment, with expanding opportunities 
(concluded on page 168) 


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165 


BETTY DODSON the art of loving 


CRITICS OF WOMEN'S Lin customarily bemoan the hostility they 
encounter among movement women, Not enough of these 
ics know about Beny Dodson—erotic artist, fem 
sexual libertarian, The 


those who see 
in feminism and good sexual relationships with men: but 
to Dodson that's survival. Her outspoken embrace of hetero- 
sexuality has angered some of her sisters, causing Dodson to 
reply, "Em not esacily going steady with feminism.” She calls 
her life style—which now includes д 13-member "sexual family 
—her exploration of "expanded intimacy." But it took timc 
I together: her femi 
Y sexual attitudes and her vocation as artist. Born in 
Kansas, in 1929, Dodson worked there as a newspaper 
гм until moving to New York in 1950. Scholarships took her 
through the Art Students League amd the National. Academy: 
flerward, she spent a year pai п Paris. Back in New York 
she married, and painti g those five years was subordli 
nated to housekeeping. Not pleased with that life nor with 
my. she gave up both, returned to her craft and had 
her first one-woman show in 1968 at. New York's Wickersham 
Gallery. The paintings—which glorify sexuality, including 
mastinbation—made some critics uptight, but not the public, 
which loved them, Though advertising was mainly by word ot 
mouth, 8000 people attended the exhibition during its two-week 
run, and Dodson sold hall of the pictures. She is now consider 
ing offers for shows in Amsterdam, London and Los. Angeles 
Recent. projects include serving as a judge at the second. Wet 
Dream Film Festival in Amsterdam, an international gathering 
of the porn underground, and working as a telephone volunteer 
for the С ty Sex Information. Service, a New York hot 
line for people secking help with sex problems. "Relating to the 
world as а sex-positive person, as a sexually expressive woman 
er— tha's where it's at for me. Dig i" We do 


cont 


s and emotion 


1 changes—to put it 


nism 


and asa p 


A. CECIL WILLIAMS people’s preacher 


SINCE THE FIFTIES. the Bay Area has generated enough styles of 
radical wave making to qualify as capital of the counterculture. 
If that culture had an archbishop, it would undoubtedly he the 
Reverend A. Cecil Williams of San Francisco's Glide Memoria 
Church. Since becoming Glide's Minister of Involves 
Celebration in 1966, Пе has set that Tenderloin chapel on its 
ning its entire format to include multimedia, jazz 
B jivetalking sermons on such subjects as "Quot 
Chairman Jesus” and “Ovoceee!-1 Feel So Good 
year-old Williams is no stranger to controversy. By the 
Texan (from San Angelo) was 23, he was determined to study for 
the ministry at the all-white Perkins School of Theology at South 
ern Methodist University in Dallas—and soon hecime one of 
the first blacks to be admitted there full time. After graduation. 
he and his wife, Evelyn, moved to San Francisco, where Williams 
fellowed at the Pacific School of Religion in Berkeley, while 
Evelyn studied pia rancisco State, “While there I dis- 
covered the need for find ? he says. "because 
what people want on but liberation." Appar 
ently his curves regation agrees. When V ny went ro 
Glide in 1964, the Sunday services seldom drew more th 
today nearly 4000 artend. “We've got every kind of gı 
ing.” he asseris, “Blacks. whites, browns, reds, yellows. pimps. 
prostitutes, gays. even Jesus Ireaks.” Hip, flip and sassy, V 
liams exhorts his people to acts that incur the wrath of everyone 
from fellow clerics to Governor Reagan. “I believe 
confrontation." he declares; and to practice his preachments, he 
has pickered with striking students at San Francisco. State, 
holed up with Blick Panthers when they feared an im 


Wb is now serving as spi 


5 
pw is not salv 


cor 


tu 


1 advisor to conspi 
and Ruchell Magee. “I 
e be.” the reverend sighs, “but 
stincts. H that’s heresy, so be it” Amer 


as non 


yone will let 
my 


CARLY SIMON doing it her way 


тик LYRICS of her first hit single, That's the Way Гое Always 
, tell the story of a girl who questions the 
love always seems to shape itself into a weary progression ol 
id split-levels. Then, ат the end ol the song, the 
псу to her lover Weill marry.” But the line 
and you don't really know she'll submit 


hangs, d 


to the conve arrangement or finally ass sell. 
There is icertainty abont the singe the 
song, 26-year-old. Carly Simon, She is emphatically her own 


person, so much so that her career as a solo perlormer—she 
had sung lor a briel time with a sister as one of The Simou 
Sisters—was nearly shelved, “I had some experiences that 
made me think this business was all hype and full of people 
looking only to exploit you.” So the New York City native 
stopped singing and, although she didit need to worry about 
where to find а square meal (her father founded Simon & 
Schuster publishers). she tried a variety of jobs, Irom the let- 
to writing commercial leadins 
for a TV producer. Then. in the ue Sixties, she met wrier- 
critic Jacob Brackman, who soon began u her 10 ty 

gain. The result, a year ago. wa lbum from 
That's the Way ca 
the Troubade 


the 


ne, Followed shortly by her club 
in Los Angeles. Critics were both 
and perplexed as they tried to define Сау» singing 
style, which roams from lilting 10 soulful and cludes sim 
ple labels. “I sing love songs" she explains. "Sometimes 
they're about. physical love, sometimes they're more. cerebral." 
(She writes most of them herself, with Brackman providi 
the lyrics.) Now she has a second. album, Anticipation, and 
is planning a club schedule. "| enjoy perform 
but at first 1 was frightened. When 1 sang with my sister, 
there was at least one other person to help me out. Now 
y it has to be. 


live now, 


187 


PLAYBOY 


168 


AEROSPACED OUT „оное 165) 


for everybody and with full considera- 
tion for the protection and preservation 
of our environment. 

2. End our debilitating ion by 
ending its primary caus cruelly 
immoral Vietnam war that has bled our 
youth. split our country and cost us 
e than 120 billion dol 
ably dangerous, 
ms race 
t 
Union financially if we don't first destroy 
cach other physically. 

We both keep pouring millions upon 
millions of dollas into evermore 
monstrous systems of dest 
though we already possess 
ons to wipe cach other out sever 
over. It doesn't make sense. And it 
doesn't make for national security. 
Quite the reverse. The danger of an 
intentional or accidental at 
with cach provocative deployment 


ion, 
rough weap- 
1 times 


even 


counterdeployment . suspicion 


ty 
ting consequences of 
build-up, together with û 


a treacherous sense of 
the self-def 


nuclear-arms 


secu 


te of the natural resources 
tely 


staggering w 
and human talents we so desper 
need to put to better use. 

The Administration's proposed de 
fense budget for fiscal 1972 calls for 76 
billion dollars, some one to two billion 
dollars more was spent in fiscal 
1971. Not an encouraging sign, but I 
hope то help see to it that the figure 
substantially lower by the time Congress 
gets through working the budget over. I 
was pleased to note that the new budget 
calls for а 5700.000.000 increase in mili- 
tary research and development, the first 
such big jump in several years. I look 

rch and development а 
ce policy [or national security. It 
d time on producing essential 
new weapons when production is legiti 
mately called for and enables us to 
avoid producing weapons prematurely 
and deploying them out of fear. 

I also believe that defense 
funds should not be limited to n 


than 


upon rese an 
insu 


cuts lea 


research 


purposes. I have urged the Armed 
Committee to allow defense contractors to 
use basicresearch funds supplied by the 


“Well, Senator, at least we found out what 
American youth is thinking.” 


Government to diversify their operations 
to meet the domestic needs they are 
particularly qualified to handle. 

We are wasting precious time looking 
for ways to motivate aerospace. and de 
fense industries to diversify. There's no 
big secret in how to redirect American 
space and arms production into domes- 
tic channels. The Government. in pay 


nership with private industry. must 
make the switch profitable; American 
Capitalists and labor will do the rest. 


inst. the Government 
priorities in proper order, 


must put its 
so that press 


ing needs such as housing, education, 
health, mass transit and. pollution con 
trol are placed ahead of fighting w 


piling up provocative missiles, financing 
dictatorial foreign governments and build 
ing unwanted supersonic gewgaws. 

Next, the Government must back up 
those priorities with substantial sums of 
money, not token ounts that finance a 
few timid. tentative steps but money on 
the massive order of what we normally 
spend on. ABMs and MIRVs and. space 
shots without blinking an eye. 

Finally, the Government should let 
contracts. We need to creme а cen- 
tral source of Federal funding and соп- 
tracting that can do for our domestic 
priorities the kind of job the Depart- 
ment of Defense has done for defense 
and NASA has done for space 
is a huge. unmet market demand for 
peacetime goods and services in ou 
crowded schools and crime-infested cities, 
in our urban ghettos amd vural slums 
and in our understaffed hospitals and 
on our polluted freeways. We need to 
infuse money into those markets, so that 
their needs will have behind them the 
ring of hard cash that private industry 


‘There 


5 
сап h 
Unhappily. we still have not defined 
our basic goals as a nation. As a result 
of not being sure of where we want to 
go. we have only the f 
of how to get there, or 
Amcrican system is notorious for its lack 
of over-all ph ш. with the momen 
demands of the market and of the clec- 
torate determinin; and 
political directions. Т 
oby ks 
stumbling from crisi 
Bur it also has a great advantage 
freedom. Human al t t00 diverse 
and unorganized to be directed. tidily 
from the top. Governmental institutions 
should encourage diversity, not stille it 
in regi 
But diversity 
not me: 


our cconomic 
1 method has 
waste, inefliciency, 
to crisis. 


n 


ms drawb 


nd individuality need 
» People can have 
common go universal needs a 
well as personal ambitions and individu- 
al desires. Indeed, man thrives best 
when he has a clear sense of directio 


for both himself and his society. 


PLAYBOY INTERVIEW 


the next generation of radicals. TI 
why so many kids today sneer at their 
ws as Cop-out artists, and they're 


The 


saddest thing is that if liberals 
and radicals һай just held a united 
front against. McCarthy, they could. have 
stopped him cold. I remember in the 
carly Filties his committee came to see 
me; they told me that if 1 didn’t supply 
them with lists of names of people Id 
known, they'd subpoen: and Mc. 
Carthy would destroy my reputation. 1 
just laughed in their faces, and before 1 
threw em ош 1 said, “Reputation? 
What reputation? You think 1 give а 
damn about my reputation? Call me as 


me 


а witness; you wont get any Fifth 
Amendment from me. He cam force 
me to answer yes and no, but once I get 


out into the corridor with the pres, 
then he can't stop from tall 
about the way he courted Commun 
support for his Senate fight 
La РоПеце in 46. Tall McCarthy to go 
to hell.” They had come in all arrogant, 
expecting me to crawl and beg, but 
they left they were really wh 
faced and shook up. 1 continued. organ- 
izing throughout the Fifties without any 


me 


whe 


the communities where I w; 
PLAYBOY: What was your major orga 
попа! effort of this period? 
ALINSKY: The Woodlawn district of Chi- 
cago, which was a black ghetto every bit 
as bad as Back of the Yards had been in 
the Thirties. In 1958, a group of black 
leaders came to me and ex 
desperate conditions were 
nd asked our help in or 
munity. Ac first, I hesitated; we had our 
hands full at the time, and besides, I'd 
never organized a black slum before and. 
I was afraid my white skin might prov 
an insurmountable handicap. Friends of 
ine in the civil rights movement who 
knew I was considering the idea told me 
to forget it; nobuly could organize Wood- 
la the рі made Harlem look like 
Grosse Pointe; it was impossible. But 
there was only one way to find out: Try 
it. So the decision was go. 

At first, it did look as if my whiteness 
might be a major obstacle, but then, as 
always, the good old establishment came 
to my rescue. The University of Chicago, 
which controlled huge hunks of real 
estie in the area, was trying to push 
through an urban-renewal program that 
would lave out thousands of 
Wood! па made theis 
property available for highly profitable 
realestate development, which naturally 
made the U. of C. a universally hated 
and feared institution in Woodlawn, The 
saying in the ghetto then was “Urban 
1 means Negro removal.” 


(continued from page 150) 


Once I announced my intentions to 
organize Woodlawn, the man in the 
sıreet looked me as just another 
white do-gooder. All the university need- 
ed to do to knock out of 
effectively was to issue a statement. we 
coming me to the neighborhood and 
hailing me as an illustrious alumnus. 
Instead, their spokesmen blasted hell 
out of me as а dangerous and irresponsi 
ble outside agitator, and all the Chii 
papers picked up the cue and 
nounced me as a kind of Latter-day Attila 
the Hun. Off the record, the university 
was charging that 1 was lunded by the 
Catholic Church and the M Grazy, 
Well, this was great; right away, people 
in Woodlawn began to say, “Christ, thi 
must not only be OK, he mu 
something on them if he bugs those 
bastards so much," and they became 
receptive to our organizing pitch. 

Anyway, we quickly gained the sup- 
port of all the holic and. Protestant. 
churches in the area and within a few 
months we had the overwhelming major- 
ity of the community solidly behind us 
and actively participating 
grams. Incidentally 
er at the time was Nicholas von Hoffman 
who has since become a writer 


on 


me 


ve 


our 
my leading orga 


pro- 


contribu 1. We picketed, 
protested, boycotted and applied polit 


c 


jon w 


cal and economic pressure 
nd exploitive me 
ity of Chicago and the poli 


slumlords 


Univer 
machi 


We stopped the urban-renewal progran 
we launched a massive voterregistrati 
drive for political power; we forced the 
city to improve substandard housing and 
to build new low-cost public housing 
we won represen 
making bodies like the school board and 
nti poverty we got hurge-scale 
job-training programs going; we brought 
about major improvements in sanita- 
tion, public health and police procedures. 
The Woodlawn О! ation became the 
first community group not only to plan 
its own urban renewal but, even. more 
important, to control the letting of con- 
tracts to building contractors; this meant 
that unless Ш tors provided. jobs 
for blacks, they wouldn't get the contracts. 
It was touching to sce how comp 
contractors suddenly discovered the р 
ciples of brotherhood and racial equality 

Once TWO had proved isell as 
potent political and economic force, 
was recognized even by Mayor Daley 
although he tried to undercut it by 
channeling hundreds of thousands ol 
Federal poverty dollars to “sale” 
projects; Daley has always wanted—and 
gotien—all Federal disbursed 


tion decision: 


on 


nci 


contr; 


money 
through City Hall to his own house: 


oken political hacks. But perhaps 
our most important accomplishment in 
Woodlawn was intangible; by buildiug a 
mass we gave the 
people a sense of identity and prid 


powe 


ion, 


After living in squalor and despair for 
ge ns, they suddenly discovered 


the unity and resolve to score victories 
over their to take their lives 
k into their own hands and control 


enemies, 


“Hello, there!” 


169 


PLAYBOY 


170 polite, of couse 


their own destinies. We didn’t solve 
all their problems overnight, but we 
showed them that those problems could 
be solved through their own dedication 
and their own indigenous black leader 
ship. When we entered Woodlawn, it 
was a decaying, hopeless ghetto: when we 
left, it was a fighting, united communit 
PLAYBOY: Were the tactics you employed 
in Woodlawn different from those you 
would have used in a white slum? 

ALINSKY: Race doesn’t really make that 
much difference. АШ tactics means is 
doing what you cin with what you 1 
Just like in Back of the Yards, we had 
по money at our disposal in Wool: 
but we had plenty of people ready and 
ng to put themselves on the line, 
and their bodies became our greates 
ct. At one point in the Woodlawn 
fight, we were trying 10 get Chicago's big 
department stores to give jobs to blacks. 
А few complied, but one of the large 
stores in the city—and one of the largest 
in the country—refused to alter its h 
ing practices and wouldn't even meet 
with us. We thought of mass picketing, 
but by now that had become a rather 
stale and familiar tactic, and we didn't 
think it would have much of an. impact 
on this particular store. Now, опе ol my 


basic t: iciples is that the Lireat 
is оће clíccive than the tactic 
itself, аз the power structure 


knows you have the power and the will 
m you cant get anywhere 
bluling in this game, but you can psych 
out your opponent with the right strate 

Anyway, we devised our tactic for this 
particular department store. Every Sat 
urday, the busiest shopping day of the 
week, we decided to charter buses and 
bring approximately 3000 blacks from. 
Woodlawn to this downtown store, all 
dressed up in their Sunday best. Now, you 
put 3000 blicks on the Hoor of a store, 
even a store this big, and the color of 
the entire store suddenly changes: Any 
white coming through the revolving doors 
will suddenly think he's in Айна. So 
they'd lose a dot of their white trade 


хесше it; 


right then and there. But that was only 


the be For poor people, shop 
ping is a time-consum 
tause economy is p 
constantly compa ad evaluating 
prices and quality. This would mean that 
ıt every counter you'd have groups of 
blacks closely scrutinizing the merchan- 
dise and asking the salesgirl intermin 
ble questions. And needless to say, none 
of our people would buy a single item 
dise! You'd have a situation 
e group would tie up the shirt 
counter and move on to the underwear 
er, while the group previously 
occupying the underwear counter. would 
take over the shirt department. And 
everybody would be very pleasant and 
after all, who was to 


ig business, be 
поши and they re 


of mercl 


where oi 


cour 


ay they weren't bona-fide potential cus- 
tomers? This procedure would be fol 
lowed until one hour before closing 
ne, Whi people would begin buy- 
ing everything in sight 10 be delivered 
С.О. D. This would tic up delivery serv- 
ісе for of two days, with 
additional heavy costs and administra- 
tive problems, since all the merchandise 
would be refused upon delivery, 
With the plan set, we leaked it to one 
of the stool pigeons every radical organi- 
zation needs as a conduit of carefully 
sclected information to the opposition, 
and the result was immediate. The day 
after we paid the deposit for the 
chartered buses, ihe departmentstore 
management called us and gave in to all 
our demands; overnight, they opened up 
nearly 200 jobs for blacks on both the 
sales and executive levels, and the re- 
maining holdout stores quickly followed 
lead. We'd won completely, and 
through а tactic that, if implemented, 
would be perfectly legal and irresistible. 
Thousands of people would have been 
“shopping” and the police would have 
been nierfer What's 
g would have been 
damned good fun, an exdting outing 
па а release from the drab monotony 
of ghetto life. So this simple tactic 
encompassed all the elements of good 
organization—imaginati ality, ex- 
citement and, above all, effectiveness. 
PLAYBOY: And coercion 
ALINSK' о, not coercion—popular pres- 
sure in the democratic tradition. People 
don't get opportunity or freedom or 
equality or dignity as an act of charity; 
they have to fight for it, force it our 
of the establishment. This liberal cliché 
about reconciliation of opposing forces is a 
load of crap. Reconciliation means just 
ne thing: When one side gets enough 
power, then the other side gets recon- 
ciled 10 it, That's where you need or- 
inization—fürst to compel concessions 
and then to m 
delivers. I you're too de 
the neces pressures on 
stucture, then you might as well get out 
of the ball park. This was the fatal 
mistake the white liberals made, relying 
оп alauism as an instrument of soci; 
change. That’s just sclfdelusion. № 
can be negotiated unless you first have 
the clout то compel negoti. 
PLAYBOY: This emphasis on conflict and. 
power led Philip M. Hauser, former ch 
man of the University of Chicago's De- 
partment of Sociology, to say at the 
time of you 


е sure the other side 
ate to exert 
the power 


issu 


ion 


victim of a 
hoax... [be 
[Alinsky] or; 
have impeded the 
sensus and thus d 
Woodlawn’s objectives." How would you 
respond to him? 


ALINSKY: I think the record of Wood- 
wn's evolution refutes it more convinc- 
ingly than 1 could with words. In fact, I 
strongly doubt Hauser would say the 
same thing today; the university is now 
proud of TWO and fully reconciled to 
its goals. apart from the specific 
criticism, this general fear of conflict 
and emphasis on consensus and accom- 
modition is typical academic drivel. 
How do you ever arrive at consensus 
before you have conflict? In fact, of 
course, conflict is the vital core of 
open society; if you were going to ез 
press democracy in a musical score, your 
major theme would be the harmony of 
dissonance. АП change me: 
ment, movement mean 
tion means h 
only in à tol 
or fascist. 
My opposition to consensus politics, 
however, doesn't mean. I'm opposed to 
compromise; just the opposite. In the 
world as it is, по victory is ever abso- 
lute: but in the world as it is, the right 
things also invariably get done for the 
wrong reasons. We didn't win in Wood- 
lawn because the establishment sudden- 
ly experienced a moral. reve and 
threw open its arms to blacks; we won 
because we backed them into a corner 
and kept them there until they decided 
it would. be less expensive and less da 
gerous to surrender to our demands 
than to continue the fight. I remember 
that during the height of our Woodlawn 
effort, I attended а luncheon with а 
number of presidents of major corpora- 
tions who wanted to “know their ene- 
my.” One of them said to me, “Saul, you 
seem like a nice guy personally, but why 
do you see everything only in terms of 
power and conflict rather than from the 
point of view of good will and reason 
nd cooperation?” I told h Look, 
you and your corporation 
proach competing corporations in te 
of good will reason aud cooper 
instead of going for the jugular, then ГЇЇ 
follow your lead." There was a long 
silence at the table, and the subject was 
dropped. 
PLAYBOY: But can’t your conflict tactics 
exacerbate a dispute to а point where 
i's по longer susceptible to а compro- 
mise solution? 
ALINSKY: No, we gauge our tactics very 
arefully in that respect. Not only are 
all of our most effective tactics complete 
ly nonviolent but very often the mere 
threat of them is enough to bring the 
enemy to his knees. Let me give you 
another example. In 1964, an election 
year, the Daley machine was starting to 
back out of some of its earlier commit- 
ments to TWO in the belief that the 
steam had gone out of the movement 
nd we no longer constituted а potent 
political threat. We had to prove Da 


s move- 


lation 


when ap- 
ms 


ion 


171 


PLAYBOY 


172 


boxed us in politically. So we decided to 
move away from the traditional political 
arena and strike at Daley personally. 
The most effective way to do this w 
to publicly denounce or picket him, but 
ion in which he would 

become a figure of nationwide ridicul 
Now, O'Hare Airport in Chicago, the 
busiest airport in the world, is Mayor 
Daley's pride and joy, both his personal 
toy and. the visible symbol of his city’s 
tus and importance. If the least little 
went wrong at O'Hare and. Daley 
heard about it, he was furious 
would burn up the phone lino to his 


commissioners ur 


conected. So we knew that was the pl 


if we 
they'd 


Even 


to get at him, But how 
massed huge numbers of ріске 
be virtually lost in the thousands of 
passengers swarming through O' Hare's 
terminals. So we devised a tactic. 
Picture yourself for a moment on a 
typical jet Might, The stewardess has 
served you your drinks and lunch or 
and afterwards the odds are 


new 


nei 


CocHFeAIO: 


you'll feel like going to the john. But 
this js usually awkward because your 
seat and those of the people sitting next 
10 you are blocked by trays, so you wait 
until they're removed. Bur. by then the 
people closest t0 the lavatories have 


got up and the occur signs are on. So 
you wait a few more minutes and, more 
often than not, by the time the johns 


are vacant, the FASTEN SEAT BELIS signs 
so you decide to wait until 
4 then use one of the termi- 
. You can see this process 
in action if you watch the passenger gate 


parking passengers make 
а beeline for the lavatories. 

Here's where we came in. Some of our 
ош to the airport and 


people w 
made a comprehensive intelligence study 
of how many sit-down pay toilets and 
s there were in the whole 
O'Hare complex and how m men 
"d need for the country’s 
It turned out we'd require 
0 people, which no prob- 
lem for TWO. For the sit-down toilets, 
our people would just put in their dimes 


and women wi 


"A bird in the hand is worth two in 


the bush, Randall, but as I remembe 
head isn't worth a damn thing." 


il, a chicken on the 


and prepare to wait it out; we arranged 
for them to bring box lunches and read 
ing material along to help pass the time. 
What were desperate passengers. going 
to do—knock the cubicle door down 
and demand evidence of legitimate occu- 
рапсу? This meant that the ladies: lax 
tories could be completely occupied: 
in the men's, we'd take care of the pay 
toilets and then have floating groups 
moving from one al to another, 
positioning themselves four or five deep 
and standing there for live minutes be- 
fore being relieved by a co-conspirator, 
at which time they would pass on to 
another rest room. Once а wh 
some poor sap at the end of the line 
going to say: "Hey, pal, you're taking too 
long to piss"? 


с for a second the 
strophic consequences of this tactic. 
Constipated and bladder-bloated pas: 
gers would mill about the corridors in 
anguish and desperation, longing for 
a place to relieve themselves. O'Hare. 
would become a shambk You cn 
im ic the national 1 
ridicule and laughter the story would 
It would probably make the 
front page of the London Times. And 
who would be more mortified that 
or Daley? 

PLAYBOY: Why did your shi 
place? 

AUNSKY: What happened was that once 
again we leaked the news—excuse me, a 
Freudian slip—io an informer for the 
city admi ion, i 
instantancous. The next day, the leaders 
of TWO were called down to City Hall 
for a conference with Daley's aides, and 
informed that they certainly had every 
intention in the world of carrying out 
their commitments and they could never 
understand how anyone got the idea 
that Mayor Daley would ever break a 
promise. There were warm handshakes 
all around, the city lived up to its word, 
and that the end of our shitin, 
Most of Woodlawn's members don't 
know how close they came to making 
history. 

PLAYBOY: No one could 
orthodosy in your tactics 
ALINSKY: Well, quite seriously, the cs- 
sence of successful tactics is originality 
For one thing. it keeps your people 
from getting bored; any tactic that drags 
becomes а drag itself. No 
ter how burning the injustice and 
ant your supporters, people 
ined off by repetitious and 
1 tactics. Your opposition also 
to expect and how to 


was 


accuse you of 


ma 
how n 
will ger 
conve 

learns. 


devising new st w the day 
of the sitin had ended when an execu- 
tive of a major corporation with impor- 
tant military conuacts showed me the 


blueprints for its lavish new 
quarters. “And here," he stid, pointing 
ош a spacious room, “is our sit-in hall. 
We've got plenty of comfortable cl 
two coffee machines and lots of m 
vines and newspapers. Well just usher 
them in and Jet them stay as long as they 
No. if youre going to get any- 
atly in- 
When 


re, you've got to be const 
i "d bette 

we couldn't get айыр 
tion 


Tactics. 


g new 


ing all our garbage into trucks and 
dumping it onto the lawn of the area's 
alderman. Regu 


ed within 48 hours. 
nother occasion, wi 


was 


dragging his heels on building violations 
and health procedures, we threatened to 


unload a thou 


ad live rats on the steps 
of city hall. Sort of a sharethe-rats pro- 
gram, a form of integration, Daley got 
the message, and we got what we want- 
ed. Such tactics didn’t win us any popu- 
larity contests. but they worked and, as a 
result, the living conditions of Wood- 
lawn residents improved considera 
Woodlawn is the one black 
cago that has never exploded into racial 
violence, even during the widespread up- 
risings following Martin Luther King 
assassination. The n 
lives arc idyllic, but simpl 
people finally ha 


won isn't that their 
that the 
sense of power and 
achievement, a feeling that this. com- 
munity is theirs and they're going some- 
where with it, however slow and. arduous 
the progress. People burn down their 
prisons, not their homes. 

PLAYBOY: What was your next orgai 
I target alter Woodlaw 
: P kept my fingers in а number 
throughout the Sixti 


m 


community-action the 
k slums of Kansas City and Bulfalo. 
and sponsoring and funding the Com 
munity Service Organization of Mexi- 
can-Ame ns in California, which was 
led by our West Coast organ the 
lime, Fred. Ross. The stall. we organized 
and trained then jucluded. Cesir Chavez 
and Dolores Huerta. But my next major 
1. m Rochester, New York, 
the home of un Kodak—or maybe 
1 should say Eastman. Kodak, the home 


groups in 


er а 


aittle occurred 


of Rochester, New York. Rochester is a 
classic company town. owned lock, stock 
barrel by Kodak; it's a Southern 


plantation. transplan 
aud Kodak's self-r 
volent 


«l to the North, 
Meous paternalism 
feudal like 
participatory democracy. 1 call it Smug. 
town, U. S. А. Bur in mid-1964 that sm 
ness was jolted by а bloody race riot 
that resulicd in widespread burning 
injuries and deaths. The city's black 
minority, casually exploited by Kodak, 


n look 


“The first ones there grab all the goodies, right? I say 
to hell with the Nina and the Pinta.” 


ү that 
d the Natio 
lled in to suppress 


finally exploded in 
destroyed. the. city. 
rd had to be c 
the uprising. 

In the aftermath of the riots, the Roch- 
ester Arca Council of Churches, a predom- 
inantly white body of liberal clergymen, 
invited us in to organize the black com 
mu nd agreed to рау all our ex- 
penses. We said they didn't speak for the 
blacks and we wouldn't come in unless we 
were invited in by the black community 
itself, At first, there seemed little interest 
in the ghetto, but once again the old rcl 
able establishment came to the rescue 
1d. by oveneacring. cut its own throat. 
The minute the invitation was made 
public. the town’s power structure. es 
ploded in paroxysms of rage. The mayor 
joined the city’s two newspapers. both 
t of the conservative Ganne 


d 


denouncing me as a subversive hate 
monger: radio station WHAM deliv- 
cred one-minute editorial tirades against 


me and told the ministers who'd invited 
from now on they'd have to pay 
previously free Sunday-morning 
А settlement house that had 
Ч its support to us was promptly 
d by the Community Chest t 
s funds would be cut off if it went 
ahead; the board retracted its support, 
with several members resigning. The 
establishment acted as if the Golden 
Horde of Genghis Khan was camped on 
its doorstep. 

If you listened to the public com 
ments, you'd have thought 1 spent my 
spare time feeding poisoned Milk-Bones 


air time 
pledy 


to seeing-eye dogs. It was the nicest 
thing they could have done for me, of 
course. Overnight, the black. community 
broke out of its apathy and started clam- 
oring for us to come in; as one black 
told me later, “I just wanted to see 
somebody who could freak those moth- 
ers out like that" Black civil rights 
leaders, local block organizations and 
ministers plus 13.000 individuals signed 
petitions asking me 10 come in, and with 
that kind of support I knew we were roll- 
ing. 1 assigned my associate, Ed Chambers, 
as chief organizer in Rochester, aud. pre 
1 to visit the city myself once his 
efforts were under way 
PLAYBOY: Was your reception as hostile 
as your advance publicity? 

Ob, yeah, 1 wasn't disappoint 
nk they would have quarantined 
the airport if they could have. 
When I got off the plane, bunch of 
local reporters were waiting for me 
keeping the same distance as tourists i 
а leper colony. 1 remember one of them 


asking me what right I had to start 
“meddli іп the black community 
alter everything Kodak bad done for 


“them” and I replied: “Maybe I'm unin 
formed. but r as I know the only 
thing Kodak has done on the race issue 
in America is to introduce color film.” 
My relationship with Kodak was to re 
main on that plane. 

PLAYBOY: How did you oi 
ter’s black communit 


¢ Roches: 


се of a dynamic 
der, the Reverend Franklin 
(continued on page 176) 


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PLAYBOY INTERVIEW (continued from page 173) 


Florence, who'd been close to Malcolm 
X, we formed a community organization 
called FIGHT—an acronym for Free- 
dom, Integration, God, Honor, Today. 
We also established the Friends of 
FIGHT, an associated group of some 
400 duespaying white liberals, which 
provided us with funds, moral support, 
legal advice and instructors Гог our com- 
munity taining projects. We had а wide 
of demands, of which the key one 
was that Kodak recognize the representa- 
tives of the black community who were 
designated as such by the people and not 
insist on dealing through its own show- 
case "Negro" executive funky with 
Ph.D. Kodak naturally refused to discuss 
such outrageous demands with us, con- 
tending tiat FIGHT had no legitimacy as 
а community spokesman and that the com- 


pany would never accept it аз such 

Well, that meant war, and we dug in 
for the fight, which we knew wouldn't 
be an overnight one. We realized picket- 
ing or boycotts wouldn't work. so we 
began to consider some farout tactics 
along the lines of our O'Hare shivin, At 


one point we heard that Queen Eliza- 
beth owned some Kodak stock, and we 
considered chartering an airplane for a 
hundred of our people and throwing a 
picket line around Buckingham Palace 
on the grounds that the changing of the 
guard was a cons} 
piame taking, This would have been a 
good, attention-getting devi 


racy to 


ncouragc 


„ outrageous 


enough to make people laugh, but with 
undertone us enough to make 


them thi 

Another idea 1 had that almost came 
to fruition was directed at the Rochester 
Philharmonic, which was the establish- 
ment's—and Kodak's—cultural jewel. 1 
suggested we pick a night when the music 
would be relatively quiet and buy 100 
s. The 100 blacks scheduled to апепа 
the concert would then be treated to a 
preshow banquet in the community con- 
sisting of nothing but huge portions of 
baked beans. Can you 
ble consequences within the symphony 
hall? The concem would be over before 
the first movemnent—another 
slip—and Rochester would be immortal- 


agine the ine 


a- 


Freudian 


“Ра like you to consider it ‘a tender offer for your 


services’ rather than ‘a sordid proposition. 


ite of the world's first fart-in 
"t such tactics a bit juvenile 


ized as the 
PLAYBOY: Are 
and frivolous? 

ALINSKY: I'd call them absurd rather than 
j nile. But isn't much of life kind of a 
er of the absurd? As far as being 
frivolous is concerned, I say if а tactic 
works, it's not frivolous. Let's take a 
closer look at this particular tactic and 
sce what purposes it serves—apart from 
being fun. F 1. tin would 
be completely outside the city fathers 
experience. Demonstrations, confronta 
tions and picketings they'd learned to 
cope with, but ver in their wildest 
dreams could they envision a fatulent 
blitzkrieg on their sacred symphony or- 
chesua. It would throw them into com- 
plete dismay. Second, the action 
would make a mockery of the law, be- 
use although you could be arrested for 
throwing a stink bomb, there's no law 
books against nawal bodily 
functions, Can you imagine a guy being 
tried in cout on charges of first degree 
farting? The cops would be paralyzed 
Third, when the news got around, every- 
body who heard it would break out 
laughing, and the Rochester Philhar- 
monic and the establishment it represents 
would be rendered totally ridiculous. A 
fourth benefit of the ta is that it’s 
psychically as well as physically satisfying 
to the participants. What оррте 
son doesn't want, literally or fig 
ly, to shit on his oppressors? He 
the closest chance they'd. have. 
tics aren't just cute; they сап be u: 
in driving your opponent up the wall. 
Very often the most ridiculous tactic can 
prove the most effective. 

PLAYBOY: In any case, you never held 


on the 


your fartin. So what finally broke Ko- 
dak's resistance? 

ALINSKY: Simple self-interest—the knowl- 
edge that the price of continu 
fight us was greater than read 


ng to 
ing a 
compromise. It was one of the longest 
and battles I've been in, 
though. After endless months of frustra 
t 


toughest 


n, we finally decided we'd try то em- 
fortress of 


ss Kodak outside its 
Rochester, and disrupt the 
holders’ convention in Flemington, New 
Jersey. Though we didn't know it at the 
i l| we had in mind м 
the 


seed from 


ng. I addressed the General Assembly 
of the Unitarian-Universalist Association 
and asked them for their proxies on what- 
ever Kodak stock they held in order to 
entree to the stockholders’ mecting. 
"The Unitarians voted to use the proxies 
for their entire Kodak stock to support 
FIGHT—5620 shares valued at over 
$700,000. 

The wire services carried the 
and news of the incident r: 
across the country. 
sending in their pi 


story 
pidly spread 
Individuals began 
ics, and other church 


groups indicated they were prepared to 
follow the Unitarians’ lead. By the purest 
accident, we'd stumbled onto a tactical 
gold mine, Politicians who saw major 
church denomin: ning us their 
proxies could envision them assigning us 
their votes as well: the church groups have 
vast constituencies in their congregations. 
Suddenly senators and representatives 
who hadn't returned our phone calls were 
up and lending a symy 
ta my request for a senatorial investig 
tion of Kodak's hiring practice: 

Ns the proxies rolled in. the pressure 
in to build on Kodak—and on other 
corporations as well. Executives ol the 
top companies began secking me out 
and trying to learn my intentions. I'd 
never sven the establishment so uptight 
before, and this convinced me that we 
had happened onto the cord that might 
open the golden curtain shielding the 
private sector from its public responsi- 
bilities. It obviously also convinced Ko- 
dak, because they soon caved in and 
recognized FIGHT as the official repre- 
sentative of the Rochester black commu- 
nity. Kodak has since begun hiring more 
blacks and trà ed black 
workers, as well "ducing the city 
administration to deliver major. conces- 
sions on education, housing. municipal 


ions assis 


ic 


services and urban. rene 
proxy tact 
scared. Kodak, and it scared Wall Street. 


It's our job now to relieve their tensions 
by fulfilling their fears. 
PLAYBOY: What do you mean? Surely you 
don't expect to gain enough proxies to 
take contol of any major corporation. 
ALINSKY: No, despite all the crap about 
“people's capitalism,” the dominant con- 
wolling stock in all major corporations 
is vested in the hands of a few people 
we could never get to. We're not even 
concerned about electing four or five 
board. теті -member board, 
which in certain. cases would be theoreti- 
cally feasible. They'd only be outvoted by 
management right down die Jine. We 
want to use the proxies 
social and political pressure against the 
megacorpor and le for 
exposing their hypocrisy and decei 
The proxy tactic is also an invaluable 
means of gaining middle-class participa 
tion in radical causes. Instead of chasing 
Dow Chemical recruiters off campus, for 
example, student activists could organize 
and demand that the university adminis- 
tation turn over the Dow proxies in its 
portfolio to them. They'd refuse, but it 
would be a solid organizational issue, 
and one or two might even be forced to 


s to a 2 


a mca 


as a vel 


ons, 


give in. By assigning their pro: 
an also continue attending cocktail 


als 
parties while assuaging their troubled 
social consciences. 

Proxies can become a springboard to 
other issues in organizing the middle 
participation on a large scale 


class. Prox 


could ultimately mean the democeatiza 


Ато 


tion of corporate and could 
result in the changing of these corpora- 
tions’ overseas operations, which would 
precipitate important. shifts in our Lor 
cign policy. There's really no limit to 
the proxy potential. Pat Moynihan told 
me in Washington when he was still 
Nixon's advisor that "proxies for people 
would mean revolution—thcyll never 
let you get away with it" It wil! mean 
revolution, peaceful revolution, and we 
will get away with it in the years to 
come. 

PLAYBOY: You seem optimistic. But most 
radicals and some liberals have ex pressed 
fear that we're heading iuto a new era 
of repression and privacy invasion. Are 
their fears exaggerated, or is there a real 
danger of America becoming a police 


state? 
ALINSKY: Of cou 


е there's that danger, as 
this whole n al fetish. for law and 
order indicates. But the thing to do isn't 
to succumb to despair and just sit in a 
corner wailing, but to go out and fight 
those fascist trends and build a mass 
constituency that will support. progres 
sive causes. Otherwise all your moaning 
about a police state will just be a sell 
fulfilling prophecy. Thars one of the 
reasons I'm directing all my efforts today 
g the middle class because 
that’s the arena where the future of thi 
country will be decided. And I'm con- 
vinced that once the middle class recog- 
nizes its real enemy—the megacorporations 
that control the country and pull the 
strings on. puppets like Nixon and Con- 
nally—it will mobilize as one of the most 
effective instruments for social change this 
country has ever known. And once mobi- 
lized, it will be natura] for it to seck out 
lies among the other disenfranchised— 
blacks, chicunos, poor wh 
It's to that cause 1 plan to devote the 
ng years of my lile. It won't be 
casy, but we can win. No matter how 
bad thi y look at a given timu 
you can't ever give up. We're living in 
one of the most exciting periods of 
human history, when new hopes and 
dreams are crystallizing even as the old 
certainties and values are dissolving. It's 
a time of great danger, but also of 
mendous potenti My own hopes 
and dreams still burn as brightly in 1972 


to organ 


ics. 


rem; 


Brut for Men. 


If you have 
any doubts 
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iry 
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After shave, after shower, after anything. 


177 


PLAYBOY 


178 


as they did in 1949, A couple of years 
ago I sat down to write an inioduc- 
tion to Reveille for Radicals, which was 
first published in 1946, d I started. 


to write: “As I look back upon my 
youth. . .." But the words stuck, because I 
don't really fecl a day older, I guess 


ving been out in the front lines of 
conflict for most of my life, 1 just haven't 
1 the time to grow older. Anyu 
death usually comes suddenly and une; 
pectedly to people in my 1 
I don't worry about it. 1 
ing my 005 now and I suppose one of 
these days Ell cop it—one way or another 
—but until then TH keep on working and 
fighting and having myself a hell of a 
good time. 

PLAYBOY: Do you think much about death? 
ALINSKY: No, not anymore, "There was а 
period when I did, but then suddenly 
it came to me, intellectual 
action but as a decp gut revelati 
to die, Th 
it’s so 


not as an 


abs 
that someday [ was go 
might sound silly 
ous, but there are very few people 
40 who re: 


ob- 


final cutoff. poi re 
that по matter what they do th 
someday going to be snuffed out. But 
once you accept your own mortality on 
the deepest level. your life сап take on а 
whole new meaning. Ш you've learned 
anything about life, you won't care any 


more about how much money you've got 
or what people think of you, or whether 
you're successful or unsuccessful, impor- 
tant or insignificant. You just care about 
living every day to the full, drinking in 
every now experience and 
ly as a child, and w 


h the same sense 


PLAYBOY: 


Having accepted 
mortality, do you believe in any kind of 
afterlife? 

ALINSKY: Sometimes it seems to me that 
the question people should ask is not “Is 
there life after death?" but “Is there lile 
alter birth?” I don't know whether 
there's anything alter this or по. 1 
n't seen the evidence one way or the 
other and 1 don't think anybody else has 
either, But I do know that man’s obses- 
sion with the question comes out of his 
stubborn refusal to face up to hi 
mortality. Let's say if there is 
afte anything to say about 
it, I will unreservedly choose to go to hell. 
PLAYBOY: Why? 

ALINSKY: Hell would be heaven for me. AIL 
my life I've been with the have-nots, Over 
here, if you're a have-not, you're short of 
dough. If you're а have-not in hell, you 
short of virtue. Once Т get into hell, ГЇЇ 
start organizing the have-nots over there. 
PLAYBOY: Why them? 

ALINSKY: They're my kind of people. 


your own 


ow 


And stop calling him "Boy!" 


PLAYBOY FORUM 


(continued [rom page 57) 


nonexistence.” If he does feel any ani- 
mosity, it might be toward those who, like 
Dr. Greenberg, would have taken it upon 
themselves to deny our son his chance at 


life. 


Verda S. Sn 
Glassboro, New Jersey 

While you and your husband arc to be 
commended jor the love and under- 
Standing you ave giving your son, you 
should realize that not all couples are 
able to make the sacrifices you hive 
undertaken, And not necessarily because 
such couples ате selfish; they may be im- 
mature or otherwise unready for the re- 
sponsibililies of parenthood; they might 
have too large a family to be able to give a 
handicapped child all the attention he 
would песа; they might be emotionally 
or financially incapable of dealing with 
the problems of rearing a handicapped 
child. Then too. there are fetuses so 
hopelessly deformed that no amount of 
lwe or understanding would enable 
them to live anything like a normal life 
after they were bom. 

We support those who want to make 
abortion a matter of free individual de- 
cision, and oppose those who would pro- 
hibit it or make it mandatory. 


THE RIGHT TO LIFE 
Millions of people have bee 
the past few years in Vietnam, P 


killed i 


a rhe camp: 
who oppose abortion be: 
the fetus has а right to life. What are the 
anti-abortion people doing to protect the 
lives of those already born and threatened 
with death through war or starvation? 
It îs no great task to insist on the rights 
of the fetus, but wi out doing some- 
thing to stop the war or to pressure the 
Government to use its influence to si 
lives overseas? Let me read letters fron 
anti-abortion people who show concern for 
all human beings in jeopardy everywhere. 
and then ГИ believe they really care about 
the life of the ferus. 

Christopher Gautschi 
Hastings College of 
San Francisco, € 


ause they believe 


RIGHTS OF THE FETUS 

The conviction of Shirley Wheeler on 
a charge of manslaughter for having an 
abortion (The Playboy Forum, De 
cember 1071) raises the key question 
Is the fetus a human being and does it 
have as much right to lile as any other 
human being? Those who favor abor- 
tion on demand ague that the law 
should Jet cach individual decide these 
questions personally and act accordingly 
Opponents of abortion siy you can't let 
people commit murder just because they 
don't consider it murder; therefore, the 


state must forbid the of fetuses 
just as it forbids the 
who | саду been born. 

Th nent is based 
on two inv : hat human 
beings h: ural right to life that 
the state is obligated to protect, and 
that the fetus (since it is a hu 
being) posse: ht at the 
ment of conception. There 


no- 
s no objec 
h that these 


rights exist in 
biologist and 


ure. 
Nobel 


Prize 


Jacques Monod said in a New York 
Times interview: 
We live їп soe s тат 
developed on the basis of 


and widely accepted 
ue, which are а more or less ha 


monious blend of the ideas of the 
philosophers of the Enlightenment, 
particularly Rousseau. Man is good 


and tl something called the 
natural rights of man that have to 


be sustained. It's in absolute Taw: 
since these are natural rights, we 
are therefore bound то defend 


them. Of course, if you analyze this 
idea of natural rights of man. it 
doesn't stand for а minute, There's 
no such thing as the natural rights 
of man. 


In what wa 
body could ansv 


they natur 
v that 


What applies to humanity in general 
certainly applies to the fers, The right 
to life is a value springing from people's 
needs and desires, and is subject to 
ions about where and when 
the cow has ап in- 


aş built into the cow; it 
the feelings of Hindus 
Similarly, the opposition 
to the destruction of 


abour the cow 
of many. Amer 
the fetus represents their feelings and has 


по objective, sc 
We cant ¢ 

answer this que 

restrictive abort 


ifi. natural basis. 
pect God or science 10 
i for us, In my view, 


m laws treat women as 
slaves who must bear. children. whether 
or not they want to. These laws c; 


told suffering 


D It we 

pain, we should le 

op is not based on any metapl 
standard of good and evil but on m 


ple, personal, subj 
society in which people will be lı 
than they are now. 
George Harris 
San. Francisco, 


Califor 


RIGHTS OF WOMEN 

I was thoroughly shocked to n 
the December 1971 Playboy 
about the treatment meted out to Shir- 
ley Wheeler 


but to find 
lier because 
ad an abortion seems to me a new 


а woman guilty of 
she 


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PLAYBOY 


180 


and frightening low in judicial practice 
T congratulate the Playboy Foundation for 
taking steps on behalf of Shirley Wheeler 
and urge you to continue your efforts in 
defense of human rights. 
Edward К. Barricks, Jr. 
Chester, Virgini 


1 am outraged at the persecuti 
Shirley Wheeler. Although 1 am а Cath- 
olic and personally against abortion, I 
applaud your decision to assist her. 

Keep up the good work and maybe 
someday we can call this a truly free 
counny. 


Scheid 
State College 

Michigan 
iction, the 
Playboy Foundation retained Professor 
Cyril С. Means, Jra, of New York Law 
School to serve as cocounsel with her pub- 
lic defender and 10 argue a motion 
jor a new trial. The trial judge stated 


that in view of Professor Means’s com 
prehensive brief on the unconstitutionality 
of the Florida abortion lw and. Mrs. 
Wheeler's good record, he would 
probation rather than to impose а prison 
sentence. The judge requested that extra 
copies of Means brief be sent to the 
members of the Florida Legislature 
will be responsible for initiating K 
tion to eliminate abortion as a criminal 
charge. The conviction is being appealed 
and Professor Means continues to be in- 
volved on the appellate level. 


The Playboy Forum” offers the 
opportunity Jor an extended. dialog be- 
tween readers and editors of this pub- 
lication on subjects and issues related to 
“The Playboy Philosophy.” Address all 
correspondence lo The Playboy Forum, 


Playboy Building, 919 North Michi- 
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"I know you never want any of my corny 


fatherly advice, dear—but 1 


till say an abortion would 


have been a lot simpler than this!” 


TERMINAL MAN 


(continued [rom page 94 ) 


he never remembered what occurred dur- 
ing the blackout periods.” 

Heads in the audience n 
ood what she was telling tdi 
straightforward history of a 
-lobe epileptic. The hard part was 


ласа. They 
it 


an 


мису friends" she comin 
ued, "told him that he was acting dill 
ent, but he discounted their opinion 
Gradually, he has lost contact with most 
of his former f 
—one усаг ago—he 
called 


puter scient 
le, or machi 
the course of this work, 
discovered that machines 
ng with human beings and 
machines would take 


he says he 
were compet 
i ultimately 


in the audi- 


e were whispe 
ence. This 
the psychi 
teacher, Manon, 
holding his I 


terested them, particularly 
Ross cou 


А sce her old 
1 the top row. 
ad in his hands. Manon 


vists 


he has become 
at machines are 
ag to take over the world. 

1 six months ago, the patient 


ion of 

to a 
bloody pulp. Positive ion could 
not be made : dropped. 


But the episode unnerved Benson. and 
led him to seek psy 
the vague suspicion U 
had been the n 
mechanic. Th: 
but the 1 
“He was referred to the University 
Hospital Neuropsychiatric Research Uni 
four months ago, in November 1970. On 
the basis of his history—head injury, 
episodic violence preceded by strange 
smells—he was considered a probable 
psychomotor epileptic. As you know, 
NPS now accepts only patients with or 
ically treatable behavioral disturbances. 
“A neurological examination was fully 
normal, An electroenceph: 


able to him, 
ined. 


ging suspicion re 


repeated 
hol ingestion and an abnormal tracing 
was ома . The 3 showed seizure 
wave-form activity in the right temporal 
lobe of the b ү there- 
fore considered a stage-one pati 
diagnosis of psychomotor epilepsy. 

She paused to get her breath 
the audience absorb what she h 
them. “The patient is an intelligi 
man," she said, d his illness was 


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injured his brain in the automobile acci- 
dent and, as a result, had a form of 
epilepsy that. produced. thought seizures 
—sizures of the mind, not the body, 
leading frequently to violent acts. He 
was told that the disease was common 
and could be controlled. 
on a series of drug trials. 
Ihre go, Benson was ar- 
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‘The victim was a twenty-four-year-old top- 
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The hospital intervened slightly on. Ben- 
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‘One month ago, drug trials of morla- 
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provement on any drug or combination 
of drugs. He was therefore a stage two 
—arugacsistant psychomotor epilept 
And he was scheduled for а stage-three 
surgical procedure, which we will discuss 
today." 
She paused. “Before I bring him in, 
she said, “L think I should add that 
yesterday afternoon, he attacked а gas- 
station attendant and beat the man 
rather badly. His operation is scheduled 
ior tomonow and we have persuaded 
the police to release him into our custo 
dy. But he is still technically awaiting 
arraignment on charges of assault and 
battery." 
The amphitheater was sile 
to the door 


months. 


who | 


t. She went 


to bring Benson 


Benson wis just outside the amphithe- 
ater, sitting in his wheelchair, wearing 
the blue-and-whitestriped bathrobe the 
hospital issued to its pa When 
Janet Ross appeared, he smil 
Dr. Ross.” 


“Hello, Harry.” She smiled back. 
Tow do you feel? 
It was a polite question. After years of 


psych training, she had learned to 
observe a patient's status and she could 
intuit how he fel. Benson was nervous 
ind. felt threatened; there was sweat on 
his upper lip, his shoulders were drawn 
in, his hands clenched in his lap. 

“I feel fine,” he said. “Just fine.” 

Behind Benson was “Moms, pushing 
the wheelchair, and а cop. Ros sid to 
Morris, “Does he cane in with us?” 
Before Morris could 
id lightly, "He goes everywhere T 
go.” The cop nodded and looked 
embarrassed. 

Ross opened the doors and Mor 
wheeled Benson into the amphitheater 
and left him in а position facing the au 
Ross took a sat to one side 
d glanced at the cop, who stood by 
а door, tying to look inconspicuous. 
Ellis stood who was 
looking a Ш of frosted glass against 
which a dozen X rays had been clipped. 


answer. Benson 


5 


dience. 


next to Benson, 


awa 


“Gosh, Harvey... 


He seemed to realize that they were his 
own skull films. Ellis noticed and turned 
off the light behind the frosted glass. 
The X rays became opaquely black. 

“We've asked you to come here,” Ellis 
said, "to answer some questions for the 
doctors.” He gestured to the men 
in the semicircular tiers, “They 
make you nervous, do they?” 

Ellis asked it easily, Ross frowned 
Shed attended hundreds of grand 
rounds in her life and the pat 
invariably asked if the doctors peering 
down at them made them nervous. In 
answer to a direct qu the patients 
always denied nervousness. 

“Sure they make me nervous,” Benson 
id. “They'd make anybody nervous.” 
Ross suppressed a smile, Good Гог 
you, she thought. 
Then Benson sai 


nts were 


ioi 


|, "What if you were 
a machine and 1 brought you in front of 
a bunch of computer experts who were 
uying to decide what was wrong with 
you and how to fix i? How would you 
feel?” 


nly flustered, He ran his 


hands ng hair and 
glanced at Ross, and she shook h 
head fractionally, по. This was the 


wrong place to explore 
pathology. 

“Га be nervous, too,” Ellis stid. "But 
of course,” he added, "Fm not à ma 
ch 


Benson's psycho- 


пе. am T 

"phat depends," Benson said. "Сеге 
tain of your functions are repetitive and 
mech: 


al From 1 


adpoint, they 
md relatively 


are easily programmed 


straightlorward, if you. 


then you said you were dating 
a real dog, 1 thought. 


“T think,” Ross said, standing ир, 
might take questions from 


arly didn't like that, but he 


was silent, and Benson cifully, was 

quiet. Ross looked up at the audienc 

and after а moment, a man in the back 
hand and siid, “Mr Benson. 


сап you tell us more about the smells 
you have before your blackouts?” 

"Not really," Benson said. “They're 
strange, is all. They smell tenible, but 
they don't smell like anything, if you get 
what I mean. I mean, you can't. identify 
the odor. Memory tapes суйе through 
blankly.” 

“Can you give us an approximation of 
the odor" 

Benson shrugged. 
shit in turpentine.” 

Another hand i 


“Maybe... pig 


the audience went 
up. “Mr these blackouts have 
been getting more frequent. Have they 
also been getting longer?” 

Yes" Benson si 
hours now.” 

How do you [eel when you recover 
from a blackout?” 

"Sick to my stomach 
‘Can you be more specific" 
Sometimes I vomit. Is that specific 
enough?" 

Koss frowned. She could see that Ben- 
son was becoming angry. "Are 
other questions?" she asked, hoping ther 
would not be. She looked up at the audi 
ence. There was a lon 

"Well, then," Ellis said, "perhaps we 
can go on to discuss the details of s 
three surgery. Mr. Benson knows 


Benson 


һеуте several 


silence. 


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182 Benson, then up at the 


this, so he can мау or leave, whichever 
he prefers." 

Ross didn't approve. Ellis was show: 
ing olf, the surgeon's instinct for demor 
strating to ever pati 

idn't mind bein 
unfair to. ask—to dare—Benson to 


at 
cut and mutilated. It 


He went to the 
ew a brain schemat 
of the 


Fine," Ellis said. 
blackboard and dı 
cally. “Now, our understandin; 
disease process," he said, "is th; 
tion of the brain is dam: 
and a scar forms. It's like 
body 
of contraction. and 
becomes a locus for abnormal. electrical 
discharges. We sec spreading waves mov- 
ing outward from the focus, like ripples 
from a rock thrown into a pond.” 

Ellis drew a point on the brain, then 
sketched in concentric circles. 

“These electrical ripples produce a 
seizure. In some parts of the brain, the 
discharge focus produces a shaking fit, 
frothing at the mouth, and so on. Iu 
other parts, there are other elects. If the 
focus is in the temporal lobe 
Benson's case, you get what is 
psychomotor — epilepsy—convulsions of 
thought, not of body. Suange thoughts 
and frequently violent behavior, preced- 
ed by a characteristic aura that is often 
an odor. 

“Now, then,” Ellis said, “we know 
from the work of many researchers that 
it is possible to abort a seizure by deliv- 
cring an electricil shock to the correct 
portion of the brain substance. These 
seizures begin slowly. The: re a few 
seconds—sometimes as much as half a 
minute—before the seizure takes eflect. 
A shock at that moment prevents the 

ure. 

He drew a large X through the con 
centric circles. Then he drew a new 
br and a head around it and a neck. 
"We aid. "First, 
to what part of the brain should we 
deliver the shock? Well, we know rough 
ly that it’s in the amygdala, a posterior 
arca of the so-called limbic system. We 
don't know exactly where, but we solv 
that problem by implanting several elec- 
1гойеѕ in the brain. Mr. Benson will 
have forty electrodes implanted tomor- 
row morning.” 

He drew two lines into the brain. 

"Now, our sccond problem is, how do 
we know when an attack. is starting? We 
must know when to deliver our aborting 
shock, Well, fortunately, the same elec 
trodes that we use to deliver the shock 
the electrical 
in. And there is a 
tern that pre 
cedes а seizure." Ellis paused, glanced at 


scar on other 
orgins—tots of fibrous tissue, lots 


distortion, And it 


€ two problems,” he 


used to read 


br 


can also be 


udience. 


о we have a feedback system—the 
same electrodes are used to detect an 
ick starting and to deliver the abort- 
ing shock. To control the feedback 
mechanism we have a computer.” He 
drew a small square in the neck of his 
matic figure 

PS stall 
will 

ain, 


as developed а com- 
nonitor electrical a 
nd when it reads a 
it will transmit а shock 
to the conect brain area, This computer 
is about the size of а postage stamp and 
weighs a tenth of an ounce. It will be 
иһ the skin of the pa 
He then drew an oblong 


tients. neck. 
shape below the neck and drew lines 


from it to the computer square. 

“We will power the computer with a 
Handler plutonium power pack, which 
will be implanted beneath the skin of 
the shoulder. This makes the patient com- 
pletely self-sufficient. The power pack 
supplies energy continuously and зе 
bly, for twenty years.” 

With his chalk, he tapped the differ- 
ent parts of his diagram. "Thats the 
complete feedback loop—brain to elec 
trodes to computer to power pack. back 
10 brain, A total loop without any exter- 
nalized portions.” 

Ellis turned to Benson, who had 
listened 10 the discussion with an expres 
sion of bland disinterest. "Any com- 
ments, My, Benson?” 

Ross groaned inw 
ly Jetting him have it. Не w 
sadistic—eyen for a surgeon. 

"No," Benson said. “I have nothing to 
say.” And he yawned. 


Benson was wheeled out of the am- 
phitheater. Ross walked alongside him 
toward the elevator. 1t wasn’t really neces- 
sary for her t0 accompany him, but she 
felt concerned about his conditi 
little guilty about the way Ellis had 
treated him. She said, "How do you 
feel?" 

“L thought it was 

“In what wayi 

“Well, the 
medical. E would hav 
philosophical approach. 

“Were just practical people,” 
said lightly, "dealing with a pract 
problem.” 

Benson smiled. "So was Newton,” he 
said. “What's more practical than the 
problem of why an apple falls to the 
ground? 


in—and a 


nteresting,” he said. 


was entirely 
red a more 


she 
al 


“Do you really see philosophical im- 


in all this 
nodded, His — expression 
turned serious. "Yes," he said, "and so 
do you. You're just pretending that you 
don't.” 
She stopped 


plicatio 
Benson 


ad stood in the corridor, 


watching as he was wheeled to the eleva 
tor, Then she went back to the amphi- 
theater. 


“. . . Has been under development lor 
ten years," Ellis was saying. “It was started 
diac pacemakers, in which ch. 
ies requires minor мирсту every 


ar or so. "That's an noyance to sur 
geon and patient. The atomic power 
pack is totally reliable and has а long 


life span. If Mr. Benson is still alive, we 
night have to change the pack around 
1990, but not before then.” 


Janet Ross slipped back into the amphi- 
theater just as another question was 
asked: "How will you determine which 


of the forty electrodes. will prevent 
seizure? 

“We will implant them all,” Ellis said, 
‘and wire up the computer. But we will 
not lock in any electrodes for twenty-four 
hours. One day after surgery, we'll stimu- 
are each of the electrodes by radio control 
nd dei 1 we 
will Jock that one in by remote control." 

High up in the amphitheater, there 
was а cough and a familiar voice sai 
"These technical details are interesting, 
but they seem to me to clude the point.” 
Ross looked up and saw Manon again. 
It was a little surprising that her old 
teacher should be here; Manon was 
nearly 75, an emeritus professor of p: 
chiatry who rarely came to the hospital 
any longer. When he did, he was usually 
regarded as a cranky old man, far past 
his prime, out of touch with modem 
m to me," Manon con 
tinued, "that the patient is psychoti 

“That's putting it a litte strongly, 
Ellis said. 
rhaps," Manon said. “But at the 
very least, he has a severe personality 
disorder. АШ his confusion about men 
and machines is worrisome to me; 

“The personality disorder is part of 

disease.” Ellis “In a recent 
Harley and coworkers at Yale 
reported. that fifty percent of temporal 
lobe cp ad an accompanying 
personality disorder that was independ- 
ent of seizure activity per se 

"Quite so." Manon said in a voice 
that had the slightest edge of impatience 
to it. "It is part of his disease, independ- 
ent of seizures. But will your procedure 
cure it? 

Janet Ress 
pleased: Manon reach 
her own conclusions. M. 
other words, the operation will stop his 
seizures, but will it stop his delusions? 

"No," Ellis said, “probably not 

“If E may make a small speech," Man- 
on said, frowning down from the top 
d of thinking is what I 
the NPS. 1 don't mean to 


nine which one is best, Th 


said. 


his 
review 


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was 


поп 


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fear most fron 
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problem of the medical profession. For 


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184 


example, if the emergency ward gets а 
ase of attempted suicide or suicide ges 
ture via drug overdose, our approach 
to pump the patient's stomach, give him. 
а lecture and send him home. That's 
atment—but it’s hardly a cure. The 
patient will be back sooner or later. 
Stomach pumping doesn't treat. depre: 
sion. It only treats drug overdose.” 
T understand what you're saying. 
u 


I'd also remind you of the hospital's 


experience with Mr. Т. Do you recall 
Чи case?” 

“1 don't think Ма. L applies here,” 
Elis suid, Bu his voice was still, 
vitable. 


“Fm not so sur 
several puzzled faces i 
were turned tow. 


the 
d hi 


a few years ago. у 
year-old тап bilateral end-stage 
kidney disease. Chronic 

s. He was in good shape 


mm 
прі. Becruse our f 


че for 
cilities 
hospi 


cally and was considered а c 
renal tr 
Tor transplantation 
wal review board selects The 
psychiatrists on thi ngly 
opposed Mr. L as a transplantation candi 
date, because he was psychotic. He be- 
lieved that the sun ruled the earth and 
he refused. to go ouside during the 
daylight hours. We felt he was too un- 
stable to benefit Irom kidney surgery, 
but he ulti received the opera 
tion. Six months kwer, he committed. 
suicide. Thars а tragedy. But the real 
question is, couldn't someone else have 
benefited more from the thon 
dollars and many hows of spec 
effort that went into the uausplant? 
Ellis paced back ond forth 
seraping along the floor slightly. "I un 
derstand your obj he said. "but 
Га like to consider the problem from a 
what different viewpoint, It is per- 
fectly true that Benson is disturbed 
and that our operation probably won't 
change that. But what happens if we 
don't operae on him? Are we Чой 
him a favor? L don't think so. We know 
that his seizures threatening to 
himself and to others and. that they're 
getting worse. The operation will pre 
vent seizures, and we think that is ai 
mportint benefit to the patient. 
High up, Manon gave a little 
Ross knew the gesture; it sign 
oncilable differences, an i 
“Wel. th Mis 
other question 
There we 


ately 


his foot 


tion." 


som 


hg. 
ded. ivrec- 


no other questions. 
In 


„Janet Ros walked with Ellis across 
the parking lot toward the Langer re- 
search building, It late afternoon 
the sunlight was yellowing, turning pale 
and weak. 


“His point was valid,” she said mildly. 
hed. “I keep forgetting you're 


on his si 

“Why do you keep forget 
asked. She smiled as she said it. 
the psychiatrist on the NPS stall. sh 
opposed Benson's oper: п 
sinning. 

"Look," Ellis said. “We do what we 
cu. Id be great w cure him orally 
But we can't do that. We can only help 
him. So we'll help him." 

There was nothing more to say. She had. 
told Ellis her opinion many times be- 
fore. ‘The operation might not help—it 


might, in faa, make Benson much 
worse, She was sure Ellis understood 
ibat possibility, but he was stubbornly 


oring it. Or so it seemed to her. 

Actually, she liked Ellis, аз much as 
she liked any surgeon. She regarded su 
geons as I tly action-oriented, men 
(they were almost men, which 
fact she found significant) desperate to 
do something, to take some physical ac- 
tion. In that sense, Ellis was better than 
most of them. He had wisely turned 
down several stage-three candidates. bc- 
lorc Benson, and she ki at was 
dithcult for him to do, because а part of 
him bly eager to perform the 
new operation. 

cU 
thing about operating on monkeys. No 
politics Ellis said. 

“But you want to do Benson —— 

Em ready,” Ellis said “We're all 
ready. We have to take that first big step 
and now is the time to take it” He 
glanced at her. 

They cime to the Li 
Ellis went olt to an carly d 
MePherson—a_ pol 


ways 


жал terri 


te all the polities. Thats the nice 


сг 


mer with 
‚һе said 
inritably—and Ross took the elevator to 
the fourth floor. 

Мит ten years of steady ex 
the Neuropsychiatric Research. Unit. en- 
compassed the entire fourth floor of the 
Langer research building. The other 
Moors were. painted a dead, cold white, 


iucal dinne 


but the NPS was painted bright primu 
colors. The i ake pa- 
tients feel optimistic and happy, but it 
always had the reverse effect оп Ross. 
She found it Talsely and artificially cheer- 
ful. like а nursery school [or retarded 
children, 
She got off the elevator 
reception arca, one wa 
‚ the other 
thing else 
been. Мр 
she thought, how much an organization 
reflected the personality of its leader. 
McPherson himself always seemed to 


was to 


red. Like almost 


every- 
bout the NPS, the colors had 


son's idea. It was strange. 


have a bright Kindergarten 
about him and a boundless opt 
The unit was quiet now, most of the 


май gone home for the day. She walked 
down the corridor past the colored doors 


with the stenciled Jabels: sono ENCEPH- 
ALOGRAPHY, CORTICAL FUNCTION, EF 

SCORIN nd, 
of the h: TELECOM. The wo 
behind those doors was as comple 
the labels—and this was just the patient- 


сше wing, McPherson called 
Applications was ordinary compared 
with Developmen, the research wing 


itrodes and compsims and 
arios. To say nothing of the big 
projeas, like George and Martha, or 
Form Q. Development was ten y 
ahead of Applications —and. Applications 
was very, very advanced. 

A year ago, McPherson had asked 
Row to take a group of newspaper. sci- 
reporters through the NPS. He 
chose her. he said, ме she was such 
а piece of ass." It w 
y that. but shock 
usually so coutly 

Bur her shock was minor compared 
with the shock the reporters felt, She had 
planned to show them both Appl 
and Development, but after they had seen 
Applications they were so agitated, so 
clearly overloaded, that she cut the tour 
short. 

She wor 


ence 


be 
is funny to hear him 
vay. He was 


sa 


d a lot about it afterward. 
The reporters hadn't been ad they 
hadn't been inexperienced. They were 
people who shuttled from one scientific 
arena to another all heir working lives. 
Yet they were rendered speechless by the 
implications of the work she had shown 
them. She hersell had lost that insight, 
that perspective—she had been wot 
in the NPS for three years and she had 
gradually the 
things done ther ction of 


aive 


accustomed to 


become 
‘The con 


men and machines, human brains and 
electronic brains, was no longer bizarre 
amd provocative. It was just a way to 


take steps forward and get things done. 
On the other hand, she opposed the 

slage-thyce operation on Benson, She had 

opposed. it from the мап, She thought 


Benson was the wrong human subject 
and she bad just one last chance to 
prove it 


At the end of the corridor, she paused 
t the door 10 Telewmp, listening to 
the quiet hiss of the printout units. She 
heard voices inside and opened the 
door. Telecomp was really the heart of 
the Neuropsychiauie Research Unit; it 
was a lage room, filled with electronic 
equipment. The walls S were 
soundproofed, a vestige of earlier days 
when the readout consoles were clatter- 
ing teletypes. Now they used either 
silent CRTs—cathod tubes—or а 
printout machine that sprayed the let- 
ters on with a nozzle rather than typed 
them mechanically. The bis of ihe 
sprayer was the loudest sound in the room. 
McPherson had insisted on the change 
to quieter u he felt the 


nd ceil 


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clitering disturbed patients who came to 
the NPS for treatment. 


Gerhard was there with his assistant, 
Richards. The wizard. twins. they were 
called: Ge wd was only 24 and Rich- 


ards even younger. They were the least 
professional people attached to the 
both men regarded Telecomp as a 
of permanent playground filled 
with complex toys. ‘They worked long 
homs, frequently beg; 


but епа 
he late aft 
Gerhard, who wore cowboy boots and 
satiny shirts with pearl 
ad gained some national ас 
tention at the age of 13, when he had 
built a 20-foothigh: solid-fucl rocket be 
hind his house m Phoenix. The rocket 
possessed a remarkably sophisticated elec 
tronic guidance system and Gerhard felt 


daw 


oon, quitting 


and 


he could fire it imo orbit. His neigh. 
bors, who could see the nose ol the 
finished rocket sticking up above the 


urbed 


ely 


in his back yard. were d 
enough to call the police, and ult 
ified. 


ned. Gerhard’s rocket 


the Amy was not 
The Ar 


and shipped it ıo White Sands Provi 
З fi As it happened, the 
ited before disengagement 


and the rocket exploded two miles uy 
by that time. Gerhard had four ps 
is guidance mechanism and a mimber of 
ship offers from coll 1 indus 
tial firms. He turned them all down, let 
his uncle invest the parent royalties and, 
when he old enough 10 drive, 
bought a Maserati. 
Lockheed in | 
quit alter а year be 
from advancement by a 
ng degrees. di 
colleagues resented а 17 yearold 
ibli and a proper 
for working in the middle of the 
it was felt he h m spirit. 
Then McPherson hired him to work 
at the Neuropsychiatric Research Un 
desi 


was 


10 work for 
but 


California, 


synergistic with the human brain. Mc 
Phersc as head of the NPS. had 
merviewed dozens of candidates who 
thought the job was "a challenge" or 
у pplication con- 
text.” Gerhard said he thought it would 
be fun and was hired immediately 


w. He 
i school and gone to col- 
six months belore going into the 
vy He way abe 


t to be sent to Vi 


when 
n Ше 
п 


а cruise 


as a radar operator on 
he began to suggest 


provements 
The improve 
1ds never got clos 
an Dicgo. 
ged, he also joined 


is 


worked and Rich 
combat than a laboratory in $ 


0 


When he was disch: 

the NPS. 

"Hi, Jan,” Gerhard said. 

Hows it g Jan?” Richards said. 
We've got our st 


OR," she said. 
three through grand rounds. I'm goi 


18 
to see him now. 

‘We're just finishing a check on the 
computer,” Gerhard said. “It looks fine.” 
He pointed to a microscope. surrounded 
by elecironic equipment, Under the lens 
ob the microscope was a clearplastic 
packet the size of a postage stamp. Vi 
ble through the plastic was a dense 
jumble of rominiaturized. | clecuronit 
components, Forty contact points stuck 


the points sequentially, with fine probes. 

"The logic circuits are the last 10 be 
checked," Richards said. "And we have 
a backup wnit, just in case. 

Ross went over 10 the storage shelves 
wb began looking through the file 
moment, she said, “Have 


cards. Alter 
ny more psychodex 
Ger 


you got 


Th 


here,” 


ve over 


You want five-space or spice? 


“N-space,” she said. Gerhard opened a 


draw nd took out a cardboard sheer. 


“I suppose this is for the stage three. 
Haven't you тип enough psychodexes 
on him: 
ust one more, for the records: 
Gerhard. shrugged and handed the 
А and clipboard ıo her. "Does vour 
e three know what's going oi 

"He knows most of it." she said. 

Gerhard shook his head. "He must be 
out of his mind.” 

“He is,” Ross sa 
lem." 


"hat's the prob 


of the other 


On the seventh 
building, she stopped at the nurses sta- 
tion to ask for Benson's chart. A new 
nurse on duty there said, "Un sorry. but 
relatives aren't allowed to look at medi- 
cal records.” 

"Em Dr. Re 


The nurse was flustered. “Im sorry. 
doctor. I didn't sec а name Your 
patient is in sevencolfour. Little Jerry 
Peters.” 


Dr. Ross looked I 
“Aren't vou а pedi 
sked finally. 

"No." she said. “I'm 
the NPS." She heard the stridency in hi 
own voice and it upset her. But all those 
"s. grow ih people who said. 
Wt really want ло be a doctor. 
or “Well, 
n. the 


nk. 
ric 


an?" the nurse 


psychiatrist at 


you want ta be a 
woman, ped 
most natural thing 
Oh." the nurse said. 
Mr. Benson in seven ten. 
prepped. 
“Thank yon." she said. She took the 
chart and walked down the hall to Ben- 


s is best. 


п you want 
He's been 


son's room. She nodded to the police 
ап on duty, knocked on Benson's 
door and heard gunshots. She opened 


the door and saw ii 


1 the room lights 
were dimmed, except for a small bedside 


p. but the room was bathed in an 
clectrich!ue glow from a TV. Оп the 
screen, а man. was saying, “Dead before 


Two bullets 


he hit the ground. 
through the heart. 


“Hello? 
wider. 

Benson looked over. He s 
pressed а bution beside the bed, tui 
off the TV. His head was wrapped in a 
towel. 


“How а 


she said and. swung the door 


> you fee ме asked, 
coming imo the room. She sat on a chair 
beside the bed. 

“Naked,” he said and touched the 
tov Its funny. You don't realize 
how much hair you haye until somebody 
cuts it all olf.” He touched the towel 
ain, "It must be worse for a wom: 
Then he looked at her and bec 
embarrassed. 

“Ws not much fun for anybody," she 


" He Jay back against the 
ey did it, I looked in 
1 l was zed. So 
much | y head was cold. It 
s the funniest thing, a cold head. 
They put a towel around it. I said I 
wanted 10 look at my head—sce what E 
looked like bald—but they said it wasn't 
а good idea, So I waited until after they 
lt, and then I got out of bed and went 
into the bathroom. But when 1 got in 


pillow. 
the wasteb: 


there. ... 
Ye 
"E didn’t take the 

laughed. "E couldn't do 

that mean? 


rowel off" Н 
What does 


1 don't. know, What do you think it 


mens?” 


again 
ts never pive 
He lit a cigarette and looked 
defiantly. “They told me 1 
shouldn't smoke, but I'm doing it any- 


“Why is it 


you 


а st 


“I doubt that it matters," she said. 
She watching hi close He 
seemed in good spirits and she didn't 
want to dampen them. But, on the other 
hand, it wasn't entirely appropriate to 
be jovial on the eve of bra y 

“Ellis was here а few minutes ago," he 


was 


su 


said, puffing on the “He put 
marks on me. Can you see?" He 
lifted the right side of his towel slightly, 
exposing white, pale Hesh over the skull. 
Two blue X marks were positioned. 
behind the ear. "How do I look?" he 
asked, grinni 


she said. “Any wor- 


an, what is there to won 
about? Nothing I can do. For the next 
few hours, Fm in your hands and Ellis 
hands. 

“L think most people would be a little 
worried before an operation.” 

“There you go again, being a т 
able psychiatrist, He smiled and then 
frowned. He bit his lip. “OL course I'm 


son- 


worried, 

“What worries you?" 

“Everything.” he said. He sucked on 
the cigarette. "Everything. I worry about 
how ГИ sleep. How ГІ feel tomorrow. 
How ГЇЇ be when it's all over. What if 
somebody makes a mistake? What if I 


П nen 


"Sure. That, too.” 
“ICS really a minor procedure. It's 
hardly more complicated t n ap 
pendectomy.” 
"E bet you tell th. 


your b 


surgery patients" he 
No, really, I's a short, simple pro- 
cedure. IWI take about à nd а 
half” 

He nodded vaguely. She couldn't tell 
if she had reassured him. “You know." 
I don't really think it will 
L keep thinking, tomorrow 
morning at the last minute they'll come 
in and say, "You're cured, Benson, you 
can go home now 

"We hope you'll be cured by the 
operation." She felt a twinge of guilt. 
saying that, but it came out smoothly 
enou: 

He 


hour 


nodded ag 


. “Youre so god- 


mned reasonable,” said. “There 


es when I can't stand it" He 
touched the towel on his head again. "T 
mean, for Christ's sake, they're going to 


a my head and stick wires 


Sure. But. this is the 
ht before.” He pulled on the cigarette. 

“Do you feel angry now?" 

“Хо. Just scared. 

“Ics all right to be scared; it's perfect 
ly normal. But don't let it make you 
angry." 

He stubbed out the cigarette and lit 
another immediately. Changing the sub 
ject. he pointed to the clipboard she 
carried under her arm. "What's that?" 
"Another psychodex test. 1 want you 
to go through it 

He shrugged. She handed him the 
clipboard and he arranged. the question 
card on the board, then began to an- 
swer the questions. He read. them aloud: 
n elephant. or 
Elephants live too 


"he si 


“Would you rather be 
^ Baboo 


а baboon 


h the metal probe, he punched 
chosen answer on the card 
If you were a color, would you 
rather be green or yellow?” Yellow. Im 
feeling very yellow right now." He 
laughed and punched the 

She waited until he had done all 30 
questions and punched his answers. He 
handed the clipboard back to her and 
his mood seemed to shift again. “Are 
you going to be there? Tomorrow?” 

Ye: 
And when will I come out of i 


Lh 


nsv 


Tomorrow itlternoon or evening 
a if she could get him 
ig and he stid some gi 


ser ale 
ad she replied that he was NPO, noth- 


belore the 
operation. She said he'd be getting shots 


for hours 


per ov 


to help him sleep and shots in the 


187 


PLAYBOY 


188 


morn 
said she hoped he'd sleep well. 

As she left, she heard a hum a 
television went back on and 
voice said, “Look, lieutenant, I've got a 

nurderer out there, somewhere in a city 
of three million people. . . ." She dosed 
the door. 

Before leaving the floor, she put 
brief note on Benson's chart, She drew a 
red line around it, so that the nurses 
would be sure to see it, since it was impor- 
tant for everyone on the Hoo 1 it: 


ADMITTING PSYCIATRIC SUMMARY 
This Stycarold man has docu 


mented psychomotor epilepsy of 
one and a half years duration. The 
etiology is presumably traumatic, 


follow utomobile accident. 
This patient has ahcady tried to 
kill two. people been ir 
volved in fights with many others. 
Any stitement by him to hospital 
май that he “feels fu or 
"smells something bad" should be 
respected мап of a 
seizure, Under such circumstance: 
notify the NPS and Hospital Securi- 


and has 


n accompanying 
ty disorder that is part of 
his dis He is convinced. that 
machines are conspiring to take 
over the world. This belief is stri 
ly held and attempts to dissuade h 
from it will only draw his enmity and. 
suspicion, One should also remember 
that he is a highly intelligent and 
sitive man, The patient can be quite 
demanding at times, but he should 
be treated. with firmmess and respect. 

His intelligent and 1 
ner may lead one to forget that his 
ath it 
s frightened and concerned 
about what is happening to him. 
anet Ross, M. D. 
NPS 


ТЕ 


person 


rticulate пъ 


a the hospital caf- 
apple 
when his pagemaster went oll. It pro- 
ed a high electionie squeal. which 
sted until he reached down 10 h 


стена g some st 


du 


per 


belt and turned. it oll. He returned to 
1 


his p а few moments, the squ 
came He swore. put down hi 
fork and went to the phon swer 
his page. 


1o 


There had been a time when he re- 
garded the little gray box clipped to his 
belt as a wonderlul thing. He relished 


he would be h 
with a girl and hi 


those moments whe 
ing Iunch or dinn 


pagemaster would go off, requiring him 
to call in. That sound demonstrated 


that he was a busy, responsible person. 


involved in life-and-death matters, When 
the pagemaster went olf, he would excuse 
himself abruptly and the all, 
radiating а sense of duty before pleasur 
The girls loved it 

But after several years, it was no long- 
er wonderful. The box was inhuman 
and implacable and it had come to 
symbolize for him the fact that he was 
not his own man. He was perpetually on 
call to some higher a 
whimsical—a nurse who wanted to con 
мм а 
g trou- 


nswer 


thority, however 


firm a medication order at two 


rela 


e who was acting up, maki 
ble about s postoperative treat- 
ment; a call to tell him a conference was 
being held when he was already th 
attending the damned conference. 
Now the finest moments in his 
were those when he went home and put 
the box away for а few hours, He be 
ame unreachable and free. And he 
liked th 


mol 


t very much 

d across the cafeteria at the 
pple pie as he dialed 
4. "Dr. Morris.” 


-onc." 
“Thank you." That was the extension 
for the nurses’ station on the seventh 
floor. It was odd how he 1 


these extensions. The telephone syste 
of University Hospital was more compli 
cated than the human anatomy. But over 
the years, without any conscious attempt 
t learn it, he came to know it quite 
well. He dialed the i Dr. 


imber. 


have 


laims personal th 
give it to him? 
“TIL come up,” he said. 

Think you, doctor." 

He went back 10 his tray, picked it up 
nd curried it to the disposal are: 


The seventh floor w Most of 
the hospital floors were noisy, 
jammed with relatives and visitors at this 
hour, but the seventh Hoor was always 
quiet. It had a sedate, calm quality that 
the nurses were careful to presery 

The nurse at the station said, “There 
she doctor 1 nodded to a girl 
sitting on а couch. Morris went over to 
as your 1 very pretty in а 
way. Her 


as qui 
other 


her. She v 
Nashy 
legs were long 
“I'm Dr. Mort 
"Angela Black.” She stood up and 
shook hands very formally. “I brought 
this for Harry." She lifted a small blue 
overnight bag. “He asked me to bring it.” 
All ri He took the bag from her. 
ll see thar he gets it.” 
She hesitated, then said, "Can I see 


show-business sort of 


ink its a good ide 
son would have been shaved by now; 


preop patients who had been shaved 
often didn't want to see people. 
Just for a few minut 
He's heavily sedated.” he said. 


She was clearly disappointed. “Then 


would you give him a message? Tell 
him Fm back im my old 
He'll understand.” 


Til tell him." 

Thank you" She smiled 
rather nice smile, despite the long 
eyelashes and the heavy makeup. Why 
did young girls do that to their Lices? “I 
guess ГИ be going now." 

And she walked off, short skirt and 
very long legs a briskly determined 
walk. He watched her go. then hefted 
the bag. which seemed a 
took it to 710. 

The cop outside the door to the room 
was rolling a wooden matchstick around 
in his mouth. He took it out and sa 
"How's it going?” 
те” Morr 

The cop glanced at the overni ч 
but sid nothing as Morris took it into 
the room 

Benson was watching a Western on 


television. Moris turned down the 
sound and showed him the bag. "A very 


pretty girl showed up with this and wants 
you to know that she’s now back in her 
old apartment 


Benson smiled. “Yes, she 


а nice exterior Not а very compli- 
cated internal mechanism, but a nice 
exterior." He extended his hand: Morris 


gave him the bag. He watched as Benson 
opened it. placing the contents on the 
bed. There were a pair of. pajamas, an 
electric Y some altershave lotion 
aperback novel 

Then Benson brought out a black 
wig. “What's that for?" Morris asked. 


zov. 


Benson shrugged, ^I knew I'd need it 
sooner or lite" he said. Then he 
laughed. "You me letting me out of 
here, aren't you? Soon 

Morris laughed wih him. Benson 
dropped the wig back into the bag and 


emoved a plastic packet. With а me 
lic clink. he unfolded it and. Morris saw 
t it was а set of screwdrivers of 
ious sizes, stored in а plastic ра 
with а pocket for each size. 

“What're those for?” Morris asked. 

Benson looked puzzled for a moment. 
Then he said. "I don't know if you'll 
understand. . . . I always have ‘them 
with me. For protection.” 

Benson put the screwdrivers back into. 
the overnighter. He handled them care- 
fully, almost reverently. Morris knew that 
patients frequently brought odd things 
into the hospital. particularly if they 
were seriously ill. There was a kind of 
totemic fecling about these objects, as 
if they might have magical preservar 
powers. They were often connected with 
some hobby or ity. He re 
membered a. yachtsman with a metastat- 
ic brain tumor who had brought a kit to 


vorite ac 


an with advanced 
se who had brought a can of 
balls. That kind of thing. 

I understand," Morris said. Benson 
smiled. 


У 


Telecomp was empty when Ross went 
into the room; the consoles and tel 
primers stood silently by, the screens 
blinking up random sequences of num- 
bers. She went to a corner of the room 
and poured herself а cup of coffee. then 
fed the test card from Benson's latest 
psychodex into the computer. 

The NPS had developed the psyehodes 


along with several other computer- 
analyzed. psychological tests. It was all 
1 of what McPherson. called. double- 


computer worked two ways. 
ferem directions. On the one hand, you 
could utilize the computer to probe the 
brain, to help you analyze its workings. 
At the same time, you could use your 
increased. knowledge of the brain to 
help design better and more efficient 
s. As McPherson said, “The 
as much a model for the com- 
puter as the computer is а model for 
the brain.” 


At the NPS, computer scientists and 


neurobiologists had worked together for 
several rom that association had 


1 programs like George 
and new psychosurgical techniques. and 
psschodex. 

Psychodex was relatively simple. Tt was 


matical formulations, As the data was fed 
into the computer, Ross watched the 
sereen glow with row after row ol 


calculation: 
She ignored them: the numbers, she 
knew, were just the computer's serardi-pad, 


‘Now, just bear with me, Charlene. This judge 
I've gol the deal with—well, let’s be realistic, 


ht? 


you want to win, T 


189 


PLAYBOY 


went 


the intermediate steps that it 
through before aviving at an 
She sn thinking of how G 
would explain it—rotation of 30 by 30 
rices in space, deriving fa k 
ing them orthogonal, then weighting 
them. It all sounded complicated and 
scientific and she didn't really under- 
ny of it. All you had to know 
h buttons to push to call up 


programs. 

She had discovered long ago that you 
could use a computer without under- 
standing how it worked. Just as you 
could drive an automobile, use a vacuum 
cleaner—or your own brain. 

The sereen Mashed CALCULATIONS 
ENDED. CALL DISPLAY SEQUE: 

She punched in the display sequence 
for three-space scoring. The computer 
informed her that three spaces account- 
cd for Bl percent of variance. On the 
screen, she saw a three-di 
age of a mount 


with a s 


peak. 
She stared at it a moment, then 
picked up the telephone and had 


McPherson paged. 


SERIAL PSYCHODEX SCORE 
REPRESENTATIONS SHOWING 
INCREASED ELEVATION 
{PSYCHOTIC MENTATION} 


тееп, Ellis 
anet Ross 


McPherson stared at the s 


looked over his shoulder 


190 asked, "Is it clear? It was done today.” 


McPherson sighed. “You're not going 

to quit without a battle, are your” 
Instead of answering, she punched 

buttons and called up a second moun- 

п peak, much lower. “Here’s the Jast 

пе previously.” 

On this scoring, the elev 


ion is 


“Psychotic mentation,” she said. 
he's much more pronounced 
now," McPherson. said. “Much more. 
than even a month ago.” 


ne s 
"You think he was screwing around 
with the test?” McPherson said. 


She shook her head. She punched 
the four 


previous tests in succession 
: On each test, the 
mountain peak got higher and sl 

“Well, then." McPherson. said. "he" 
definitely getting worse. I gather you 

ue. 

than ever.” she said. "Hen 
unquestionably psychotic, and if you 
t putting wires in his head” 

1 know," McPherson said. He said it 
gently but definitely. "1 know what 
you're saying. 
"He's going to feel that he's been 
rned into a machine,” she said 
IcPherson turned to Ellis. "Do you 
suppose we can knock this elevation 
down with Thorazine?” ‘Thorazine was a 
major tranquilizer. With some psychotics, 
it helped them think more clearly. 

“IV's worth a try,” Ellis said. 

McPherson nodded. “1 

She stared at the ser didn't 
Tr was odd how these tests 
worked. The mountain peaks were an 
abstract mathematical representa 
tion of an emotional state. They weren't 
characteristic of а person, ik 
fingers or toes, or height or weight. 

L think.” she ss t you're both 
ed to this operation.” 

And you still disapprove?” 

1 don't disapprove. 1 think it's un- 
¢ for Benson.” 

How do you feel about using Thora- 
zinc?" McPherson persisted. 

“Maybe it's worth it and maybe. it's 
not. Bur it’s à gamble 
McPherson nodded 
з. "Do you still wi 
“Yes.” 
“I still v 


co 


ıd turned 10 
nt to do him?” 

Ellis said, st 
ant to doh 


WEDNESDAY, MARCH 10, 197) 


At sig aan, Janet Ross wı 
third surgical floor, dressed in gr 
having coffee and а doughnut. The sur- 
geons lounge was busy at this hour. 
Although operations were scheduled to 
is get going until 
15 or ?0 minutes after that. The s 
sit ло 
cussing the stock m golf 
games. From time to time, one of thi 


galleries and look down on his OR to 
sce how preparations were coming. 

Ros was the only woman in the lounge 
and her presence changed the masculine 
atmosphere subtly. It annoyed her that 
she should be the only woman and it 
annoyed her that the men should be 
come quieter, more polite, less jovial 
nd raucous. She didn't da 
they were raucous and she resented be- 
ing made to feel like an intruder. It 
seemed to her that she had be 
intruder all her life. 

Morris was in the elevator with a 
nurse and Benson, who lay on a stretch- 
er, and one of the cops. As they rode 
down, Morris said to the cop. "You can't 
get oll on the second Moor 

"Why nol? 

“We're going onto the st 
directly.” 

"What should I do?" The cop was 
intimidated. He'd been docile and hes 

int all morning. The routine of surgery 
left him feeling as a helpless outsider. 

“You can watch from the viewing gal- 
lery on the third foor. Tell the desk 
nurse I said it was all right.” 

The cop nodded, The elevator stopped 
at the second floor. The doors opened to 
reveal a hallway with people, all in sur- 
gical greens, walking back and forth, A 
linge sign read STERILE AREA. NO ADMIT- 
TANCE WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION, The lct 
tering was red 

Morris and the nurse wheeled Benson 
out of the elevator. ‘The cop remained 
behind, look vous. He pushed the 
button and the doors closed. 

Morris went. with Benson 
Alter а momoi 


le floor 


the 
t Benson said, 


dow: 


corridor 
"Em still 


1 pati Benson had 
gotten pre-op medications hall an hour 
cartier. They woukl be taking elect 
“How's your 


mouth?” 

“Diy.” 

That was the auopine | to 
wok. “You'll be OK." Benson just 
stared at him as he was wheeled dow 
the corridor 10 OR 9. 

OR 9 was the largest operating room 

a the hospital. ht was nearly 30 fect 
square and packed with electron 
equipment. When the full surgical te: 
s in there—all 12 of them—things got 
"uy crowded. But now just two scrub. 
^ were working in the cavernous, 
y-tiled space. They were sening out 

nd drapes around the 


n 


. Janet Ross 
watched the girls through the window 
in the door that separated the scrub 
room from the operating room. Along- 
side her, Ellis finished his scrub and mut- 
tered something about fucking Ме 


“This perfume is so powerful we are not allowed to 


191 


sell it without the pill. 


PLAYBOY 


192 


being fucking Lue. Ellis got profane 
before operations, He also got very nerv- 


ous, though he seemed to think nobody 
noticed that. Ross had. scrubbed with 
him on several al procedures and 


had seen the ritual—tension and profan- 
ity before the operation and utter bland 
calmness once things were under way. 
lis turned. off the faucets with 
wl entered the OR, bad 
ms did not 


his 
g i 
ouch the Чоо! 


elbows 


A nurse handed hı a towel. While he 
dried his hands, he looked back through 
the door at Ross and then up 


swalled viewing: g; 
yew there would be а crowd in 

ching the operation. 

ne in and began scrubbing, 

"Elis wondered 


where 


Ross said, 


were 
Tour guide for th 

One of the circulating nurses entered 

the scrub room and said. "Dr. Ross, 
there's somebody here from the тай 
lab with а amit for Dr. Ellis Does he 
int it now 
“IL it's loaded." she said. 
DH ask.” the nurse said. She disap- 
red and stuck her head in а moment 
icr. "He sayy it’s loaded and ready to 
Eo. but unless your equipment is shield- 
could give you trouble. 

Ross knew that all the OR equipment 
had heen shielded the week before. 
plutonium exchanger didu't put out much 
iation—not enough tw fog ап Xray 
plate—but it could confuse more delicate 
scientific equipment. ‘There was, of course, 


pat 


ed. 


"he 


re shielded.” she said. 
nto the OR. 
shook her h: 


“Have hi 


ds free of excess 
water and backed into the OR. The first 
thing he siw was the radlab om 
wheeling in the tray with the chargi 


а small 
ad box. On the sides were stenciled 
ANGER RADIATION. and the triple-blade 
a symbol for radiation. It was all 
tly ridiculous; the charging unit was 
c sale. 
моа 


across the 
helped into his gown. He plunged hi 
hands into his rubber gloves and flexed 
his fingers. Vo the rad-lab. man he said. 
Has the unit been sterilized?” 
“I don't know, sir. 


Then give it to one of ihe girls and 


room. Бей 


have her autoclave it, Из gor to be 
sterile.” 
Ross dried her hands and shivered in 


the cold of the operating room. Like 
most surgeons. Ellis preferred а cold 


room—too cold, те 
But, as Ellis ofte 
the patient's happy 
Ellis was now acrow the room, stand. 
viewing box. while the circu- 
ж. who was nor scrubbed. 
he patient's X rays. Ellis peered 


Пу, for the patient 
id, “IE m. happy. 


scr 


dosely at the 
a 


п. though he had seen 
s bee hey wi 


ренеси wal skull films. Ай had 
been injected into the ventricles, so that 
the horns stood out in dark gray. 

by one, the rest ol the 


1 to filter into the room. All toge 
were two scrub. nurses. two cir 
orderly, Ellis, two 
chuling Morris. two 
id a compute 
iesthetist was out- 


ag nurses, 
1t surgeons. 
electronics. technic 
mmer. The 
h Benson. 
Hout looking up (rom his console, 
опе of the electronics said. "M 
time you want to begin, doctor. 

“Well wait for the patient.” Ellis said 
dryly. and th chuckles 
from the Nine С 


were some 
oup team, 


ound the room at th 


seven TV screens, They were of diller- 
ent sizes and stationed in different places. 
depending on how important they were 


to the surgeon. The smallest screen moni- 
tored the closed-circuit taping of dh 
operation. At the moment, it showed an 

ew of the empty chi 
Another screen. the 
k 
turned off now, da 


surgeon 


gram. e» 


nearer 


wed the electroencepl 


16 pens 
g straight white lines acros the 
1. There was also a large TV sereen 
meters: electro- 


cardiac outpu 
Like the EEG screen, 
f a series of straight 1 

Another pa 
blank. They would display black-and- 
white imageintensified Nay views dur- 
ing the operation 

Finally, two color screens. displayed 
the limbic program output. That program 
was cyding now, without punched-in co- 
ordinates. Ou the screens, а picture of the 
brain rotated while random coordinates, 
cncrated by computer. lashed below. As 
always, Ross felt that the computer was 
n almost-human presence in the roo 
п that was always heightened 
proceeded. 

Ellis finished looking at the N rays 
and glanced up at the Cock. It was 6:19: 
Benson was still outside being checked 
the a ked iron: 
the talking brielly to everyo 
He was being unusually friendly and 
Ross wondered why, She looked up at 
the viewing gallery and saw the director 
of the hospital. the chief of surgery. the 
chicl of medicine. the chief of research, 


it was 


of sere completely 


by nesthetist, Ellis wa 


roo 


all looking down through the glass. Then 
she understood. 
It was 6:21 when Benson was wheeled 


1. He wis now heavily premedicited. 
relaxed, his body limp. his eyelids heavy 
His head w n towel. 
Ellis supervised Benson's t 


s wrapped in a g 


the stretcher to the chair. As the leather 
straps were placed. across his arms and 
legs, Benson seemed to wake up, his сусу 


wide. 


so you don't fall off." 
“We don't want you to 
rt yourself. 
Uh-huh,” Benson said softly and 


closed his eves a 
Ellis nodded 10 the nurses, who re 
moved the sterile towel. Henson's shaved 
head seemed very small and white. The 
skin was smooth, except for а razor nick 
on the left frontal. Ellis bluc-ink X mar 
were dearly visible c 
One of the 
the 


monitor 


aste. 


electrolyte р 
quickly: soon 1 
multicolored w 
«quipment 
Ellis looked at the TV monitor screens. 


gle of 
to the 


heartbeat was recorded: respirations 
- gently rising and falling: tempe: 

The technicians be 
p parameters imo 


ture was steady 
10 punch prc 
puter 

Normal lab. values had 
fed in. During the oper 
puter would monitor all vital signs 
fivesecond intervals and would sign 
anything went wrong. 

“Let's have music, please,” Ellis said. 
amd one of the nuses slipped а tape 
carvidge into the portable cassette. re 
corder in а corner of the room, A Bach 
concerto began 10 play softly. El- 
ted to Bach: he said he 
precision, if not the 


Iready 1, 
ion, the com. 


s always oper 
hoped thar th 
ius. might be conta: 
were approaching the start of 
ation. The digital wall clock 
14. Nest to it, an clapsed-time 
vital clock still read 00:00:00. 

With the help of a scrub nurse, Ross 
put on her ster id gloves. The 


aus. 


the ope 


gloves were always difficult for her. She 
didn't scrub freque 
ple 1 


ly, and when she 
ged her fingers into the gloves 
wight her hand. missing one of the 
ger slots. putting two fingers in апо 
impossible to read the scrub 
tion: only her eyes were visi 
ble above the mask. But Ross was glad 
that Ellis and the other 
mo 


stepped to il 
s careful the 
black power cables that snaked 
the floor in all directions. Ross did not 
ticipate in the initi s ol the 
operation. She waited u stereo: 
tactic mechanism was in place and the 
coordinates determined. She had time 
to stand go one side and pluck at her 
glove until all her fingers were in the 


right slots. 


not to tr 


p ove 


ys. Ross remembered, 
' plates and deter- 
el the position by v 


There was no real purpose for her to white. images of the skull. He watched In the old d 
attend the operation at ай, but Mc in two views as air slowly filled the they 
Pherson was insistent that on ventricles. out y the horns in blac 


of the al staff scrub The programmer sat at the comput es. It was а slow process. Using 
day that they operated. He felt it kept console. his hands fluttering over the ss, protractor and ruler, lines 
the unit mo At least that was buttons, On his TV display screen. the were drawn across the X ray, measured. 
what he sai letters PNEUMOCRAPI INITIATED appe: rechecked. Now the data was led directly 


Ros watched Ellis and his assistants “AI right. let's fix his hat” Ellis said. to the computer. which did the analysis 
ross the toom The tubular boslike stereotactic frame more rapidly ve accurately. 

tient: then she looked over to the drap: was placed over the patient's head. Вие AIL of the team tun vok at the 
ing as seen on the closed-ci fixed and checked. computer printout screen. The X-ray 
The entire operation would be recorded Whe fly and were replaced 
on video tape, for later review. local anesthe The ideal location 


I think we can ман now.” pparatus was calcu- 


uit monitor, hole locations wet 


Ellis was satisfied, he injected views appeared br 
to the scalp poi by schematic drawin 
His said Then he cut the skin and reflected it of the stereotactic 


ic 


easily. “Go ahead with the needle.” back. exposing the white surface of the lated: the actual location was then merged 
The anesthetist. working behind the skull with it A set of coordinates flashed up. 
chair, placed the needle between. the “Drill, please.” With the qwo-millime- followed by the notition PLACEMENT COR- 


sccond and third lumbar spaces of Ben. ter drill. he made the first of the two Rect, Ellis nodded. “Thank you for your 
sow spine. Benson moved once amd holes on the right side of the skull, He consultation,” he said humorlessty and 
made а slight sound. and then the ames placed the stereotactic frame—the “hat” went over to the way that held ше 
thetist saîd, “Fm through the dura. How —охег the head and screwed it down — clecuodes 
much do vou want: securely. The tcam was now usi 
The computer. console flashed on Row looked over at the computer dis lesssteel Teflon-coated electrode array 
secus. The computer automat: play. Values for heart rate and blood In the past, they had tried almost every 
the clapwd-time clock, pressure flashed on tl Tad. thing else: gold. platinum alloy and 
ї the seconds ed: evervthing was normal, Soon the even flexible steel stands. in the days 
"Give me thirty ccs to begin." Ellis comput the surgeons, would be- when the electrodes were placed. by 
wiid. "Let's have X ray. please.” gin to deal with more complex matters, inspectio 
The X-ray machines were swung into — “Let's have a position check" Ellis The old inspection operat 
position at the front and side of the siid. stepping away from the patient. bloody. messy affairs. It was necessary to 
patients head. Film plates were set on. frowning critically at Benson's shaved remove а large portion of the skull and 
locking in with a click. Ellis stepped on head and the metal frame screwed on expose the surface of the brain. The 
the floor bution and the TV screens top of it. The Xray technician came surgeon found his landmark. points on 
glowed suddenly. showing black-and: — forward and snapped the pictures the surface леі and then placed his 


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194 The entire central nervous system wi 


electrodes in the substance of the E 
If he had to place them in deep struc- 
tures, he would occasionally cut. through 
the brain to the ventricles with a knife 
and then place them. There were seri- 
ous complications; the operations were 
lengthy; the patients never did very well. 

The computer had changed all that. 
1t allowed you to fix a point precisely in 
three-« al space. Initially, along 
with other researchers in the field, the 
NPS group had tried to relate deep 
brain points to skull architecture, "They 
landmark points. from 
the orbit of the eye, from the us of 
the car, from the sagittal suture. Th 
of course, didn’t work—people’s brains 
did not fit inside their skulls with any 
consistency. The only way to determine 
deep brain points was in relation to 
other brain points—and the logical 
Jandmark: 
filled spaces within the bra Accord: 
to the new system, everything w 
mined in relation to the ventricles. 

With the help of the computer, 
no longer necessary to expose the bra 
surface. Instead, а few small holes were 
drilled in the skull and the electrodes 

iserted, while the computer watched by 
ray to make sure they were being 
iy. 

Ellis picked up the first electrode ar- 
From where Ross stood, it looked 
like a single slender wire. Actually, it 
was a bundle of 20 wires, with staggered 
contact points. Each wire was coated 
with Tellon except for the last mi 
ter, which was exposed. Each wire м 
different length, so that under а mı 
fying glass, the staggered electrode tips 
looked like a miniature staire: 

Ellis checked the array under a large 
glass. He called for more light 1 
tumed the array, peering at all contact 
points. Then he had а scrub nurse plug 

into a testing unit and test every 
contact. This had been done dozens of 
nes before, but Ellis always checked 
again before insertion. And he always 
had four arrays sterilized, though he 
would need only two. Ellis was careful. 

At length he was satisfied. “Are we 
ready to wire?” he asked the team. They 
nodded, He stepped up to the patient 
and said, "Let's go through the dura.” 

Up to this point in the operation, 
they had drilled through the skull but 
had left intact the right membrane of 
dura mater that covered the br ad 
held in the spinal fluid. Ellis’ assistant 
used a probe to puncture the dura, 

"p have fluid,” he said, and a thin 
trickle of clear liquid slid down the side 
of the shaved skull from the hole, A 
nurse sponged it aw 

Ro: s found it a source of won- 
der, the way the brain was protected. 
s 


measured their 


were the ventricles, the fh 


lime 


alu 


encased in thick bone, but inside the 
bone there were saclike membranes th 
held cerebrospinal fluid. The fluid w 


under pressure, so that the brain sat in 
the middle of a urized liquid sys- 
tem that afforded it superb protection. 


McPherson always compared it to a 
fetus in a waterfilled womb. “The baby 
comes out of the womb,” McPherson 
said, “but 1 n never comes out of 
its own special womb.” 


We will place now,” Ellis said. 


cal team gathered around the head. She 
watched as E 
clecuode into the bur 
pressed slightly, ent 
of the brain. The technician punched but- 
tons on the computer console. The display 
screen read ENTRY POINT LOCALIZED. 
The patient did not move, made no 
sound. The brain could not feel pain: it 
ked pain sensors. It was one of the 
ks of evolution that the organ that 
in throughout the body could 


is slid the tip of the 
hole 


and then 


y from Ellis toward 
the X-ray screens, There, in rsh black. 
and white, she saw the crisply outlined 
white electrode begin its slow. steady 
movement into the brain, She looked 
from the anterior view to the lateral and 
then to the computer-generated images. 
The computer was interpreting the 
X-ray images by drawing a simplified 
brain, with the temporallobe target area 
in red and a flickering blue wack show 
the line the electrode must traverse 
rca. So 
was following the track perfectly. 
" Ross said. 
"The computer flashed up triple coord 
apid succession, as the elec- 
t deeper. 
etice makes perfect,” Ellis said 
sourly. He was now using the scale-down 
apparatus attached to the stereotactic 
hat. The scaler reduced his crude finger 
movements to very small cha 
trode movements, If he moved his finger 
half an inch, the scaler converted that to 
half a millimeter. Very slowly the clec- 
trode penetrated deeper into the brai 
From the screens, Ross could lift her 


far, 


eyes and watch the closed- 
monitor, showing Ellis a 

casier to wath on TV than to tu 
around and see the real thing. She 


nced back at the computer sere 

The computer had now presented an 
inverted view of the brain, as seen from 
below, near the neck. The clectrode 
track was visible end on, as a single blue 
point surrounded by concentric circles. 
Ellis was supposed to keep within one 

one 25th of an inch, of 
d tack. He deviated half a 


millimeter. 
BO TRACK ERROR, warned the computer. 
1, “You're slipping off.” 


The electrode stopped in its path. 
Ellis glanced up at the screens. “Too 
high on 1 m 

"Wide on gamma. 


moment, the electrode contin- 
ued along the path. зо TKACK ERROR, the 
computer flashed. It ed its d 
image slowly, bringing up an antcrolat- 
view. 20 TRACK ERROR, it read. 

“You're correcting nicely," Ross said. 

Ellis hummed along with the B 
and nodded. 

ZERO "TRACK ERROR, the computer indi- 
cated and swung the brain view around 
to a full lateral. The second screen 
showed a full frontal view. A few sec 
onds later, the sereen blinked APPROACH- 
ING TARGET. Ross conveyed the message. 
hing word STRIKE, 


rou 


nd folded his 


Ellis stepped back 
hands across his chest, 


Let's have а coordinate check,” he 
said. The elapsed-time clock showed that 
27 minutes had passed in the operation 

The programmer flicked the console 
buttons rapidly. On the TV screens. the 
placement of the electrode was simu- 
lated by the computer. The simulation 
ended, like the actual placement, with 
Uic word STRIKE 

"Now match it" Ellis said. 

The computer held its simulation on 
one screen and matched it 10 the X 
image of the patient. The overlap 
perfect; the computer reported MATCH 
WITHIN ESTABLISHED LIMITS- 

That's it,” Ellis said. He screwed on 
the litle plastic button сар that. held 
the electrode tightly against the skull. 
Then he applied dental cement to fix i 
He untangled the 20 fine wire leads that 
came off the electrode and pushed them 
to one side. 

“We can do the next one now,” 
said. 


he 


At the end of the second р 
thin, arcing cut was made with a knife 
along the scalp. To avoid important 
superficial vesels and nerves, the cut 
тап from the electrode entry points 
down the side of the саг to the base of 
the neck. There it deviated to the right 
shoulder. Using blunt dissection, 
opened a small pocket beneath the s 
of the right chest. 

"Have we got the cha 
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tation. As he held 
in his hand. he said. “It’s cold. 1 can't 
yet used to that.” Ross knew layers of 
vacuum-foil. insulation. kept the exterior 
dl that inside the packer the т 
tion capsule was producing heat at 
М} degrees — Falnenheit—more tim 


power before impli 


enough to cook а roast, 


Elis checked rad 
по т 


ion, to be sure there 
leakage. The meters 
ı the low-normal range. There 
wan a certain amount ol leakage, natural 
ly. but it was no more ап that produced 
by а commercial color-television set 

Ellis inserted the charging unit into 
the small subdermal pocket he had 
made in the chest wall, He sewed tissue 


would be 
all read 


layers а 
he tumed his attention 10 the postage: 
stampsized electronic computer. 

Ros looked up at the viewing gal- 
lery and saw the wird twins. Gerhard 
and Richards, watching intently, Ellis 
checked the packet under the magnify 

ss then gave й to a scrubbed 


ound it 10 fix it in place. Then 


ing os 
technician, who hooked 
puter into the main hospital compute 
To Ross. the computer was the most 
remarkable part of the emire system. 
Since she had joined the NPS three 
yeas before, she had seen the computer 
size shrink [rom a prototype as large 
а briefeasc to the present tiny model, 
kh looked small 
nd ver contained 


the litle com. 


n the palm of a 
I he el 


the original bulky 
This 


le subdern 
Phe patient was 


tiny size m 
jon possible. 


10 move about, take showers, do 
anything he wanted. Much. bener than 
the old) uni ere the charger w 


tients belt and wires 


dangled. 
She looked at the computer screens 


which Hashed OPERATIVE MONITORS 1X- 
VERRUFTED FOR ELECIRONIES CHECK, Оп 
the sereen, a blown-up circuit. diagram 


ed. The computer checked cach 


and 


Р component. independent- 
ly. It took four millionths of а second 
lor cach check: the entire process wats 


completed in (wo seconds. The comput- 
er flashed ELECTRONICS CHECK NEGATIVE. A 
moment ler, brain views reappeared. 
The compurer had gone h 
g the operation. 

Well" Ellis said. 
up.” He painstakingly 
fine wire leads from the 


k to mo 


n 
the 40 
two electrode 
Then he fitted 


“let's hook di 
traced 


1 called for 
s. The elapsed.time clock vead one 
hour, 12 

Finally, he called for the de 
Benson would have to wear this do 
as long as he had the atomic cl 


unit in his body. The dog tag wi 
that the person had an atomic pacemak- 
er and gave а telephone number. Ross 


knew that the numbe: 
played а recorded. m 


was a listing that 
wage 21 hours a 


information about the charging umi 
and warned that bullet wounds, automo- 
bile accidents. fires and other damas 
could release the plutonium, which wa 
а powerful alpha-particle emitter. The 


recording also gave special instructions to 
physicians. coroners and. morticians and 
warned. particularly against cremation of 
the body, unless the charger were first 
removed. 


Morris wheeled Benson into the re- 

covery тоот, а lor 
patients 

fier op 


where 


were 
The NPS had a 
section of the ree 100 
patients and burn | 


tion. 


But 
the NPS section. with its cluster of elec- 


ients. 


tonie equipment, had never been usal 
before, Benson was the first case. 

looked pale but otherwise 
neck, right shoulder and 
ily 1. Morris 
the rolling 
t bed. Across 


fine: 
chest 


supervised his name 
stretcher to the perman 
the wom, Ellis was telephoning in his 
operative note, И you dialed extension 
1101. vou got a transcribing, machine. The 
dictated message would Liter he typed up 
hy a secretary and inserted in Benson's 


record. 
Elis’ voice droned on in the back- 
ground. “Centimeter ions were 


made over the right temporal. region 
and two rwomillimeter bur holes drilled 
with a Kseven dill. Implantation. of 
Briggs electrodes carried out with com- 
puter asistance on the limbic program. 
Xray placement of electrodes deter 
mined with computer marching within 
established limits. Electrodes scaled with 
Tyler fixation. caps and. seven-oh grade 
dental sealer. Transmission wires” 

“What do you want оп hime" the 
recroom nurse asked. 
Vial signs Q five minutes for thi 
бам hour. Q fifteen. for the second. Q 
thirty for the third. hourly thereafter. If 
he's stable, you cmn move him up to his 
room in six hours." 

The nurse nodded. making notes 
Morris sar down the bedside to w 
the short operative note 


Short operative note on Harold. Е. 
Benson 

Preop dx: psychomotor 
lobe) epilepsy 


Postop dx: same 


(temporal 


ion of twin 


Procedure: imp 
Brij elecnode arrays into right 
temporal lobe with subdermal 
phi of computer and. plut 
nium charging unit. 

Preop meds: phenobarbi 


500 mg 


auopine G0 mg onc hr prior 10 
procedure 
Anesthesia: lidocaine (1/1000) сү 


nephrine locally 


Estimated blood loss: 950 cc 


Fluid replacement: 200 єс 05 IW 
Operative dui I hr 12 min. 
Post op condition: good 


tion: 
jon 


As he finished the note. he heard Ross 
say to the nurse. “Sent him on ph 
barb as soon as he's awake.” She sou 
el angry 

He looked up at her and said, “Some- 
thing the п 


You seem 
Ave you pi h me?” 
<0." he “of couse! 
Just make sure he gets his pheno 
barb. We want to keep him sedated 
until we can interface him.” 
And she stormed out of the 100m 
her go. then glanced 
over at Ellis, who was still dictating but 
had been watching. Ellis shrugged. 
“What's the matter with herz" 
mise asked. 
Probably just tired." Morris said. He 
adjusted the monitoring equipment on 
the shelf above Benson's he 
turned it on and waited until it w 
up. Then he placed the temporary 


Morris watched 


the 


duction unit mound Benson's taped 
shoulder 
During the operation. alb the wives 


had been hooked up. but they were not 
working now. Before that happened. 
Benson had to be "interfaced." This 
meant determining which of the 10 elec- 
trodes would мор an epileptic seizure 
and locking in the appropriate switches 
on the subdermal computer. Because the 
computer was under the skin, the lock- 
complished by an 
induction unit. which worked through 
the skin. But the interfacing couldn't he 
done until tomorrow 

Meanwhile. the equipment monitored 
Benson's br 


ing in would be 


wave activity, The screens 
we the bed glowed а bright green and 
showed the white tracing of his EEG. 
The pattern was normal for alpha 
rhythms slowing from sedatior 

Benson opened his eyes and looked 
Morris. 

“How do you fc 

“Sleepy.” 


asked. 
begi 


he sai 


Benson looked, not at all surprised, 
nd closed his eves, A rad-dab tedinician 
came in and checked for leakage from 


the plutonium with counter. 
Thoe was попе. Morris made sure that 
the dog was still around Benson's 


eck, The nurse picked 
radit 
Ellis c 


t up curiously. 
d frowned. 

me over. “Time for break 
Monis said. “Time for 


bre 


"The trouble was he didn't really like 
the sound of 


is voice. His voice was 


ng and his 


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198 


was poor. McPherson. preferred to sec 
the words in his mind, as if they had 
been written. He pressed the micro 
phone bution on the dictation machine. 
"Roman numeri iod philosophi- 
l implica 
He paused and looked mound his 
office. A large model of the brain sat 
at the comer of his desk. Shelves of 
journals along one wall And the TV 
monitor. On the screen now, he was 
watching the playback of the morning's 
operation. The sound was turned oll. He 
looked at the silent, milky images. Ellis 
son's head. Mc 


This procedure represents the first di- 
rect link between a human brain and a 
computer. The link is permanent. 

Too stuffy. he thought. He ran the 
tape back and made changes, Now, a 
man sitting at a computer console and 
interacting with the computer by press- 
ing butions is linked to the computer. 
But that link is not direct. And the link 
is not permanent, 

This operative procedure represents 
something rather different, How is one to 
think about it? 

Vg 
stared at the TV 
then continued to dictate. 

One might think of the computer in 
this case as а prosthetic device. Just as & 
man who has his arm amputated can 


ht. He 
е of the operation, 


oed question, he tho 


receive а mechanical equivalent of the 
lost arm, so а brain-dumaged man can 
receive a mechanical aid to overcome 
the effects of brain damage. This is a 
comfortable way to think about the op- 
cration. И makes the computer into a 
high-class wooden leg. Yet the implica- 
tions go much Jurther than that. 

He paused to look at the screen. 


Su m tape station. had 
ch: was no longer seeing 


the 
view 


oper but а psyd 
h Benson before surgery. 
ited, smoking a cig: 

g stabbing gestures with the | 
ed tip as he spoke. 

Curious, McPherson turned the sound 
hely. “Know what they're doing. 
The machines are everywhere, They 
used to be the servants of man, but now 
they're taking over. Subtly, subtly taking 
oy 


Be 
tor to the | because I'm 
helping to make machines move inte 
gent. That's my job, programming art 
cial intelligence, anl” 

McPherson. turned. the 
until it was almost inaudible. 
went back to his dict 

In thinking about computer hard- 
ware, we distinguish 
and peripheral equipment. That is, the 
main computer is central but, in human 
terms, located in some out-of-the-way 


m continued, "Know I'm a tr 
race, 


sound down 
Then he 


эп. 


between central 


“I, too, could have opted for the counter- 
culture, Miss Hanley, but I felt it was my mission to 
humanize the wholesale-plumbing-supplies game." 


place—like the basement of a building, 
for example. The compuler's readout 
equipment, display consoles and so on, 
are peripheral. They are located at the 
edges of the computer system, or differ 
ent floors of the building. 


sound and heard “. . . Ge: 
ntelligent, F 
п automobiles and 
ag machines. Now computers, 
feedback loops—— 

He jurned the sound oll. 

For the human brain, the analogy is a 
central brain and. peripheral terminals, 
such as mouth, arms and legs. They 
carry out the instructions—the output 
of the brain. By and large, we judge the 
workings of the brain by the actroily of 
these peripheral functions, We notice 
what a person says and how he acis and 
from that deduce how his brain works. 
This idea is familiar to everyone. 

He looked at Benson on the TV 
reen. What would Benson say about 
this? Would he agree or disagree? But 
then, did it matte: 

Now, however, in this operation we 
have created а man with not one brain 
but two. He has his biological brain, 
which is damaged, and he has а new 
compuler brain, which is designed to 
correct the damage. This new brain is 
intended to control the biological brain. 
Therefore, a new situation arises. The 
patient's biological brain is ihe periph- 
eral terminal—the only peripheral ter- 
minal—for the new computer. Тп one 
area, the new computer brain has iotal 
control. And therefore, the patient's bio- 
logical brain and, indeed, his whole 
body, has become a terminal for the new 
computer. We have created a man who 
is one single, large, complex. computer 
terminal. The patient is а readout de- 
vice for the new computer and he is as 
helpless to control the readout as a TV. 
screen is helpless to control the informa- 
tion presented on it, 

Perhaps that was a bit strong. he 
thought. He pressed the button 
"Harriet, type that last paragraph, but I 
want to look at it, OK? Roman nume 
four period summary and conclusions 
period." 

He paused ag 
sound. Benson was sa 
ularly d 


gine 
then add 


and turned on the 
7... Hate them, 


attendants, the people who are machine 
or who service machines, ‘The prostitutes. 
1 bate them all. 

As he spoke, B 
T cette 


ason continued to stab 


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Great buzz of excitement in the dining 
voor Nat Kanter told me 
that John Raitt had swept in and sung 
all through breakfast. snatches of tunes 
from every show he'd ever been 
“There was no stopping him,” said К. 
ter, who then informed me that Tom 
Mackell was a great singer of barroom- 
style Irish tunes and that maybe we 
could get Raiu and Mackell to sing a 
duet. 1 Га vote for that and then 
cornered Raitt, а chest) stalwart type who 
walked about as though he were con- 
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nest morn: 


It's Kismet for me in the. summer 


Maria Alberghetti,” he bega 
rather brightly, but his mood swiftly 
darkened and he said. "There's really 
nothing for me. A few conventions— 
tough dollar. I talked to Hal 
bout Follies, but it really wasn’t 
ific for Alexis, though." 1 felt 
sony for the man who'd once 
me as Billy Bigelow in Carousel, 
were my fault that he w 
and found myself making a silent 
vow to see if I could drum something up 
for him. 

At breakfast, I met a newly arrived 
fellow judge named S. Rodgers Benja- 
min, the furrier, who told me, "We're 
the second-largest retailer in the country, 
and sid he had sent 46 unis worth 
$110,000 to Kutsher's to be worn on the 
TV show by the pageant girls but that 
Kutsher's security system was zilch, so he'd 
had to ship two of his own men down to 
guard the garments, "Each one of my m 
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Cand sleeps with them,” said Ben 
nin. a stylish and quite 
dazzling brunette, sidled up to the table 
and said, "OK, il you're so big in the fur 
business, how come I wear a trench coat 
from Klein's?” A bell rang and a spry 
oldster introduced a dozen contestants 
who strolled into the dining room to mild 
As was Jater explained, the 


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mealtime salutes were design 
confidence befo 
Miss Lynbrook marched in wearing по 


bra and it was difficult to 
little premature judging. 
judge,” said Mrs. Benjamin, "I'd. pick 
the one ГА like to bang. 

"Negati said her husband. “You' 
pick the one you think /'d like to bang.” 

I excused myself to hustle off and 
John Russell Lowell, whose agency 
had screened the girls for Kutsher's pag. 


(continued [тот page 126) 


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year. “I'm no relation to the poet.” said 
Lowell, a zesty gra i 

“though 1 can quote 
works. I've 
twenty-three ye: 


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this business for 
id gor started doing 


been 


the promotion of the world premiere of 
The 


irl from Jones Beach, starving Vir- 
ginia Mayo and Ronald Reagan. We held 
а Miss Rheingold-type competition and 
when I saw all that pulchritude, E said this 
is for me. What have I learned 
girls in They are natural- 
born liars, unbelievably enchanting and 
devious at the imc. Take what they 
tell vou with a grain of salt. You'll get 
‘One will go along pure 
six years then suddenly 
show her teeth, like she’s swallowed a Mr. 
Hyde solu Neither God nor man 
should dwell in the same house with morc 
lot, get 
la whip and settle in fo 


about 


I this time? 


? one woman. If suc 


you 


о More specifically, 
Lowell said that the most dangerous of 
beauty contestants was the one who was 
getting on in id was suddenly con 
fronted with “a frothy young number 
some cight or nine years her junior. "Sud- 


denly, Miss Oldster turns into a 
thing. I remember one such girl who 
ited till the final moment of the contest 
па then just happened to spill four 
scoops of raspberry ice cream оп а sure 
er's yellow gown, Another girl kept 
tening to jump olf a building if she 
dw'i win, driving her roommate into a 
nervous breakdown. She wouldn't have 
jumpel five feet.” 

In Lowell's estimate, despite the seem. 
pathetic style of many of the 
Wt опе among them who 
way with first 
prize. And there was one creature even 
т a contestant. "Your 
ger, Kodiak bear. wounded Afri 
lo, they're all timid, indeed, com. 
h the mother of a loser in a 
iL" Despite his innate sus 
picion of young girls and their moms and 
his reputation а fierce taskmaster, 
de it clear that he was quite 
protective of his young ladies and a foc 
of those who would try to compromise 
or insult them. "Fm а testy bastard,” 
he said, "and won't tole nyone fool 
ing with my kids. Anyone refers to them 
as ‘fresh meat, I don't care if he's thirty 
yems younger, ГЇЇ invite the man out- 
side and break his glasses. I once took 
twentysix girls to а Queen of Queens 


spitting 


Lowell m 


“You funnin' me, bub?” 


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beauty pageant. ‘The convention. min 
asked, "Which broad would you like to 
in? and before it was out of his mouth, 
‘Let's go. and we all got 
back on the bus.” 

As far as Lowell was concerned, the 
girls were the name of the game and 
cach TV pageant was а 90-minute How- 
through story with a single punch. line 
—the winner—and it was а shame to let 
it get spoiled by an mc. with a buck 
ad wing. “Then there arc the judges 


irs,” 


ic. the girl they used to go with, 
or Bessie. the girl who turned them 
down, all the while failing to notice a 
perfec. swanlike neck and dignity of 
movement.” Silently pledging to be on 
the lookout for classic necks, I asked 


то beet up their natural wonderfuIness 
with artificial aids 4 supple 
mentary | hair pie Lowell. 
“Wigs эк 
hounds. 1oo. but of course you 


Contourin 


а popou 
ke it easy in this department. 
ejected sponge can. destroy 


V single 
L with 


rolls. his place imme 
diately wiken by Peggy Molitor, who 
said, "I can see now you're looking for 
dirt. I won't give you any, but long after 
you've finished your story, make sure to 


ask me about a certain dirty old man 
who wound up in my hotel room last 
night” Before 1 could give further 


thought to the mystery, Blake turned up 
and said that both Boozer and Barnet 
had. passed the contest by, but there was 


no need to worry. since he was confide: 
that by hardly moving a musde, he 
could induce either Monte Irvin or Jesse 
Owens to speed up to Kutsher's and fill 
the empty judge slot. “Just for fun, 
though, do you know any colo 
letes?” 1 mentioned а friend of mine, an 

hleie now i 
ake said, “Well, what are we v 
for? Let's go. Let's get him up." Es 
wasn't sure my buddy would be interest- 
ed and Blake said, “Look, it's no prob- 
lem. Forget it. One thing you can always 
get is a colored judy 


At seven the next morning, Blake 
woke me up with а phone call, his voice 
a trifle ans i underst 


you know I said yes. 

met the aba раму, 
Маке said, "Well. what about him? 
“For a black judge?" 1 s 


“Well, you know hes a wild guy 


Il those wives. . . ° 


“But he's not black,” E suid. “There's 
no way it'll work.” 
“You're probably right" said Blake. 


"Well look. go back to sleep. There's 
absolutely no problem. Walt 


personal manager ighway 
now and nine chances out of ien, we 
can get Clyde himself up here. What's 


the big deal? 


Later 1 gor caught up in the D; 
Before the Fi Kanter told me 


“Tuition has soared again this year, but 
we're lucky in that our Greg gels a little something [roin 
the FBI to sort of keep an eye on his dorm floor.” 


that the girls were nervous аз fillies and 


that later in the evening there would 
be а preliminary shakedown, the judges 
knocking out 19 girls but not daring to 
tell them, for fear they would check out 
on the nest bus and not be on hand for 


the TV taping of the finals In other 
words, 19 of the girls would go to bed 
that night thinking they were in the 
running when they'd been 
wiped out hours before and didn't stand 
a chance, K: formed me of an 
other development—that Milton Кшз 
president of the family corporation that 
owns the hotel, who'd been slated to 
be onc of the judges, had stepped aside 
in favor of his w 

seen o 
Soon. other judges began to twn up. 
mong them a genial ex-pilot named 
Bob Dobbin, vice-president and. m: 
ing director lor Best Foods, а 5300,000.000 
subsidiary of CPC Intemational. No 
stranger to beauty contests, Dobbin told 
me over cocktails that his company had 
once sponsored the National College 
Queen Pageant, a contest designed te 
show the world that not all of our youths 
are hippies and activists 


e. who wanted to be 
television. 


а 1 were intro- 
duced to another fellow judge. Thom 
J. Mackell, the celebrated. Queens D. A. 
А huge, good-natured, Gime-busting 


Sama Chus type, Mackell stuck опе 
hand over his face and when the girls 
made their dining-room entrance, coyly 


peered through his fingers and said, “I 
gues were not supposed to start judg- 
img yet, mbly ducking all 
feelers for Crimmins anecdotes, Mackell 
dug imo the delicious Kutsher’s food. 
patting his girih after each course and 
saying, “Well, 1 could just inhale five 
pounds around here, And those waister 
cizers don't do me any good, either." 

When the girls paraded by 
said, “Wow, its a lucky thin; 
like giıls.” 

“That has got to be one of the funni 
est dines Гуе heard around а beauty 
contest," said. Kanter. "Mind if I use it 
in my story?" 

Then Lowell told the jud; 
time dor 
suddenly felt some tension and respon 


ain, 1 
1 don't 


^ able it 


wis our first elimination: 


bility and had a y 
a contact lens and. wound up ve 
a stagehand. We were short a few 
judges. the most conspicuous. absente 
being the blick one Blake had promised 
10 supply. Anticipating my concern 
Blake said he had the mauer in hand; 
no, it was not to be the great К 
guard Walt Frazier but a chap ni 
Jolm Kress, who would be rolling in the 
following night for the finals. What if all 
three black girls were climinated belor 
Kress arrived? Wouldn't that seem fishy 


Blake didn't think so, as long as Kress 
was on hand for the finals on TV. 
Lowell got us all together in the Pales- 
па Room and informed us that on this 
fist climination, we would get three 
shots at the girls. who would first walk 
through so that we could familiarize 
ourselves with them and then glide by 
for sci and gowns. 
warded from onc to 


in swimsuits 


Each girl was 10 be 
36 points in cach category, according to 
Lowell. who gave us this rough scorin 
guide to follow: 1-6 fair, 7-14 good, 
3-24 excellent and 25-36 through the 
roof. In Lowell's experience, some judges 
were liberal in scoring, while others doled 
Out. points in а miserly fashion, but the 
s canceled. each other out. 
а we might tend to 
Чу in our scoring of the first 
ive out great panicky 
as the supply of girls 


two tend 


Lowell warned us id 


be 1 


girls and then 
showers of points 
тап ош. Hf this were truc, it occurred to 
me that Miss Albany. first out of the pad- 
dock, would be in big trouble. 

Kanter leaned across and told me that 
one дін had several contests. by 
tossing long sucking kisses at each judge 
as she paraded by. One by one, the girls 
me out, while Lowell hollered their 
names. favorite actors and hobbies. By 
and Tage, Vd liked them more collec- 
the 


won 


c 


tively; about on level 


of St 


they 
Luke's 


were 


Hospital student nurses 


1 I could 
round up a handsomer batch any alter 
noon outside Bloomingdale's. 1 got very 
selfconscious about my scoring and 
found I tended to tack on ап extra five 
points or so for contestants who winked 
at me, whispered "Hi" and tossed off a 
kiss, even if it wasn't of the long sucking 
variety. At one point, I peeked over at 
Ben sheet—as though we 
were taking a biology quiz—and learned 
th 


—not bad—but I had an id 


min's score 
he was a much mo 
ver than I was. One girl caused a stir 
by turning up with an unmistakably 
distended stomach. giving rise to specu- 
lations about whether it was the result 
of а recent pregnancy. Another quickly 
picked up the nickname Miss Tiny Tim, 
showing a remarkable resemblance to 
the famed showbiz personality. As the 
three black girls snolled by, 1 wondered 


generous point- 


about the current notion in publishin 


that white critics lack the sensibility fc 
judging black lite Did this apply 
to beauty pageants? There was litle 
time to sink my teeth into this, so 1 took 
no chances and gave them each terrific 
scores. although down deep, I didn't 
think any one of them was standing 
room only 

Midway through the parade, I felt 
confident Td spotted the winner: a sul- 
try. budding Ava Gardner type: but she 
glance at the 


ature 


failed to cast so much as 


table and. to my 
I heard one of my colleagues let 
said, 
“What a zombi" As it turned out, my 


judges 
ment 


disappoint 
out a disgusted snort as another 


candidate was quickly eliminated and 
kb me liter that been on 
y downs.” After the last contestant 


an overbrimming girl representing “Troy 


she had 


had glided by in her gown, a tiny ma 
named Sol Shields, of the accounting 
firm of Rosenfeld, Haupuman ad 


Shields. scooped up our scoring sheets 
and we all retired to the bar with the 
knowledge that we had dipped the 
wings of 19 of the aspiring lovelies. Tom 
Mackell ordered a round of drinks, say 
ing he had opened up Queens to Сицу 
Sark, getting the brand into 100 bars in 
the borough. A guest tapped me on the 
shoulder med ıo know if I 
judged the girls constantly, every second. 
for every move they made throughout the 
day. I told him no, just when they were 
on the stage—and he seemed surprised. 


and ма 


lw 


amazed the following day when 
a slender sandy-haired young fellow 
turned to те in Kutshers steam room 
and said he was John Kress, 
coach and head scout for the New York 
Nets. Blake had failed to come up with a 
black judge, after all, unless he felt that 


assistant 


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ied him for the role. As it turned 


q 
out, with my dark beard, Brons-Jewish 
heritage and work in the theater, J was 


the closest to being a black judge on the 
In any case, my conscience was 
I'd given cach of the black girls 
massive scores. 


‘The taping of the finals was set for 
nine o'clock in the evenir nd would 


be shown Lue at night the following 
Saturday. According to the Dancer 
gerald man, Ave Butensky. the show was 
good for a 10 percent or 11 percent Neil- 
, which meant that roughly 1,250,000 
folks in the New York area would have 
s turned to it, It was Butensky’ 
view that people watched beauty pageants 
not so much to see gorgeous girls in their 
skivvies as to root for their favorites, much 
in the same way they cheered on entries i 
a horse race. At the appointed time, we 
each took a seat at the judges’ table, the 
ladies in gowns, the men decked out 
tuxedos, In my vi Bob Dobbin, the 
Best Foods man, took top honors in the 
tuxedo competition with a wild ruffled 
nsemble that might have come out of 
the court of Louis NIV. 

John Raitt loosened us up a bit with 
a story about a friend, working in 
Desert Song, who'd mixed up his lines 
id said, "Shoot one step further and 
FL come" 1 got Kathleen 
Levin, the “terrifically classy" girl from. 
Prince. Match. under- 
stand you're to write an account of this 
evening. My hope is that it will avoid 
the pproach and concentrate 
on the various satirical aspects of such 
events as these. To do otherwise would be 
trite.” The last of the judges was a tall, 
тай fellow named Eddie Schaffer, 
who described himself as the country's 
top roasimaster, the term making refer- 
type of m. insults 
rather than praises the honored. guest at 
charity benefits, "E rip and tear, cut the 
fellow to pieces," said Schaller. “When 
1 go out onstage, this mild-mannered 
fellow before you turns into worse than 
twenty Don Rickles rolled into one. 
Slash. chop. cut and rip.” Schaffer said 
that his home base was Florida, where, 
as a top-ranking olicer in one of the 
local hospitals, he got to roast for many 
diseases, such as leukemia and muscular 
dystrophy. As the girls assembled nerv- 
ously, Schaffer hollered. all 
m dn н fourteen," draw- 


to meet 


nce to the . who 


oure 


roa 


belli woman, who said, "I'd 
y judges to my island 
in the Hudson, except that who knows 
t you'd look like ч 

The show bey es and p 
ter from Raitt and. Kaye Stevens and 
strollthrough of the contestants im the 


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202 choicest of S, Rodgers Benjamin's fur 


units, My Ava Gardner-style favor 
evidently off downs, came to brilliant 
life, with sly winks and secretive smiles 
at the judges; but, of course, without 
knowing it, shed alrealy been wiped 
out in the preliminaries, Raitt sang (/ 
Did п) My Way, he came to 
the phrase "And now the end is near,” 
Schaffer cracked up the Prince. Matcha- 
spering, "Ш the 
rls were whi 
ued down to 15 semifinalists (the re- 
jects taking a forlorn position beneath 
set designer Newton White's irises) and 
were then cut down to a group of seven, 
from which there would be chosen one 
winner and four runnersup. Pointing to 
one of them, Schaller said, "I nev 
could go for a girl with a trick knee,” 
practically knocking the Prince Mat 
belli woman off her chair. 

The crowd favorite was clearly Miss 
Setauket, whose favorite actor was Paul 
Newman, but the winner turned out to 
be Miss Rochester, a somewhat sweet 
though vacant-eyed blonde whose favo 
ite food was Wiener Schnitzel and. whose 
mibition was to be “a good human 
being.” She'd been among my top three 
selections, so 1 didn’t really feel the fix 
was in, but I couldn't find a judge who 
had picked hi 


ind. whe 


ras the winner. A contest 
tif she was “close” on 
Hl the judges’ cards and 
went bananas over her, it was possible 
for her to go over the top. 

1 felt а little sad about the losers, 
remembering my freshman усаг at col- 
lege, when my essy Hemingway's Lost 
Generation placed sixth in a school com- 
tion. The losers all flocked 
Rochester, a 
failed to break ош in itional 
aying jag. and then moms began to 
pour out of the stands to take pictures 
of their also-ran daughters, One such 
mother told me she was proud of her 
daughter, though she had known she 
didn't have a. prayer. "She's Jewish . . . 
and, well... you know. . ..." Minutes 
later, а second mom, away 
with a Polaroid, told 
d entered. just for the fun of i 
the only Jewish gil in the contest 
knew she was out of. business 
the bar, | cornered my Аха 
look-alike, who told me she had been 
obbling up downs because she was sure 
they were going to pick a blonde, blue 
eyed type. 
you know w 


ound 


who 


snappin 


Em Jewish, of cou 
ve that is.” 


е, 


I asked Miss Manhasset how things 
were in that tim little. suburban. com- 
munity and she looked at те if l 


were crazy. Having been led to believe 
1 ch of the girls was the fairest 


“Are you kidding?” she said. She 
turned out to be from Bayside; Miss Lyn- 
brook, from Ацашіс Beach; and Miss 
Setauket, from Bayport. The winner, Miss 
Rochester, hà from Oceanside, had 
never set foot in the city whose colors 
she bore. The only explanation 1 could 
get was that Lowell, acting as talent scout, 
found them and then the names of various 
cities had more or less arbitrarily been 
tacked onto them, the contest rules speci 
fying that the girls can enter any 


chance of winning. Oh. well it wasn 
much of а scandal—and there was st 
that wild party to look forward to, thc 
one I'd been told about in which the girls. 
spilling over with accumuli 
would finally cut loose and fill Kutsher’ 
with orgiastic frenzy. АШТ could find were 
a couple of contestants doing que 
twist in the lounge and several befuddled 
Upstaters, wandering about in search of 
the john, announcing they were going to 
dic if they didn't get to "tinkl 


The next morning, in Kutsher's din 


ing room, | was awarded am inter 

with the winner, Susan Dishaw, 

said her mother was a librarian, her 
father а sales тер she was 
always in a good mood. Her previous 
laurels were runmerup honors in the 
Miss American Teenager, M isades 


nd Mis Times Square compentions, 
but this was the first time she had eve 
landed a number-one slot, Right in the 
middle of the baked herring and Nova 
Scotia salmon and tr 
«1 bagels, E had a furious tempt 
ask her what she thought of C 
Greer's contention that the femibbers’ 
obsession with clitoral stimula 
orgasm, with its attendant substitution 
of genital sexuality for spiritual satisfac 
tion, was a cop-out and a ruse foisted 
upon women by male chauvinists. 1 held 
olf, however, and made my way to the 
lobby, where 1 quickly learned that thre 
pageant girls had broken their curfew the 
night before and that Lowell, true to his 
reputation of be no-nonsense en 
forcer of the rules, was new relusing to 


ys of sweet rolls 


ion to 


rmaine 


and 


ion 


ng oa 


take them back до New York in his beauty 
bus, “I really would sort of like them out 
of my lobby.” said Mrs. Kutsher, nodding 


ш 
Visibly upset, Seymour Seitz raced into 
the lobby and said h 
with. Lowell, who was waiting outside in 
his bus and, indeed, was mot about to 
budge an inch, Was I driving to 
York City and, if so, was there the slightest 
chance 1 might find room in my car for 
the hice w: ? 1 looked them 
over: one was a hefty blonde gumchew 
er, the second а south-of-the-border-style 


ard the forlorn trio of curfew breakers, 


"d been in touch 


New 


nifty and the th 
red rascal I те 


a slender yellow- 
Hed as having the 
neatest body in the group. She was 
decked out in tiny hotpants for the long 
ride back to the city 

“What the hell,” E said to Seitz, "I'll 
find room for them.” Seitz threw his arms 
nd promised to 

apeants. 

The girls piled into my car, a Беор 
loading their re-hostess luggage and 
ying, “Its all right to be bad." We 
made three stops in the first ten miles, 
so that the still-jittery girls could 7 
kle” and then hit the highway, the 
blonde saying she would serve as a look 
out for ^bubbletops" while I floored 
the accelerator. 1 told her I had two 
tickets already and опе more would put 
me out of bus сироп she spot 
ted а fellow on a motorbike and said 
she sure wished she could be heading for 
the city on а scrambler. The girl with the 
tiny shorts said she was still upset about 


CSS. М 


being locked out by Lowell. "I had to 
call a security guard and finally spent 
the night sleeping йз a strange bed next 
to two girls’ feet.” Still, she 
good things to 

king. "At least he's stra 
"Not like other director 
getting into your p. they'll 
put you in a contest". The Latinstyle 
girl delivered a lecture on the merits of 
various ups and downs, putting in a big 
plug for “beanies” and telling me to think 
twice before getting involved with “angel 
dust," since ng fuid in 
it. The girl in the hotpants said there cer- 
а veirdos in the contest, 
particularly one quartet of girls who 
were always parading through the halls 
naked. scrubbing one another down 
with sponges and insisting that she join 
in and get scrubbed, too. As we ap- 
ached the city, the girls got into 
r one contestant who'd 


on 


reached Penn Station, they were on the 
floor of the car, in stitche 


After 1 said goodbye, I wondered 
about pageants in ge as it trac 
that the beauty conte: 
thal custom, а s: 

$ th 


1. ignoring her real 
а on the 
d the swell of 
2 Wasn't it all just a cynical 
ng device for the sponsors. 
us for selling useless products 
to women who have been slyly led to 1 
lieve they need them but really don 
And would not Miss Utica, for example, 
be miles ahead of the game if. 
carly age, she'd been encouraged in а na 

ural bent for biochemical research rather 
than pushed along the road that took 
her to tlie reviewing stand at. Kutsher 
Maybe so. But I certainly wish my favor- 
ite hadn't been on downs. 


neatness of her profile a 


her Бозо 


mon 


some 


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LIGHT WHISKEYS 


(continued from page 91) 
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3 ors. tomato jui 
4 oz. lemon juice 
1 teaspoon catsup 
Dash Worcestersl 
Dash Tabasco sauce 

Dash celery salt 

hake all ingredients well with 
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114 oss. light whiskey 

14 oz. lime juice 

1⁄4 cup (firmly packed) thinly sliced ripe 
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teaspoon sugar or more to taste 
1⁄4 сир finely crushed ice 
Put all ingredients in blender. Blend at 


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54 or. vermouth de chambéry (straw- 
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% oz. lemon juice 

1 teaspoon sugar 

1 teaspoon maraschino liqueur 

Teed 

1 slice lemon 


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L fresh strawberry. (op 
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ke whiskey, vermouth, lemon juice, 


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A double lift for 
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guests 


ıd obviously 


"Well then, Gladys, if you won't 
believe I'm in a motel with a sexy broad, would you 
believe I'm working late at the office?” 


THE CHEF'S STORY 
(continued [rom page 134) 

"I do not wish him to be pleased with 
it" de patron said. “I would like this 
man out of my restaurant for all time!” 

“You have not yet heard my second 
suggestion.” 

“Which is what?” the chef asked. 

“Let me create for Maugron the most 
terrible sauce ever made. He will 

No!" the chef shouted. “I will not 
allow such a sauce out of my kitch 

“Oh, be silent!” le patron shouted. ОГ 
me, he asked, “He will... what?” 

“He will be so repelled by Sauce Mau- 
gron that he will fly imo a rage and 
scream that he has been deliberately 
insulted, and he will say th 
come here to eat again and you will be 
rid of him forever 

“No!” the chef cried. “I won't allow 
this! It will demean us as chefs!" 

"Be quiet!" le patron to the chef. 


t he'll never 


“I am in charge of this restaurant, This 
is purely the business of this young man 
and myself ы 


The chef stalked off and le patron 
said confidentially to me, "Yes. Do it! 
Make this sauce! I will take full re 
spo nsibility! I will stand behind you! 
Do it! However, put nothing in th 
sauce that is foul or rotten, 1 don't wish 
the man in a hospital, filing a lawsu 
inst me. Now—what kind of sauce do 
you intend to make? 

1 don't know yet, 
much time do 1 have 
Maugron his ordered soup and then 
escargots and then the steaks. Fifteen 
minutes." 

Le patron walked oll, 
alone with my problem 
Td been learning how to make my 
better and better. Now I'd given 
myself the task of concocting а sauce so 
le that it would disgust anyone 
who tasted it. How to begin? 1 didn't 
know at frst. However, during my learn- 
ing years, I had made many mistakes. 
Now 1 decided to capitalize on them. 

1 took some good olive oil and poured 
far too much of it into a saucepan on 
my fire an 


ir" I said. "How 


leaving me 
For five. years, 


sauc 


then J took four cloves of 


garlic and cut them up со and 
threw the bits into the smol 
let them burn. There 
will yuin any sauce more than the flavor 
of burnt garlic—unless it is the bitter 
taste of scorched onion. So I tossed in a 
sliced onion, too, and when these had 
turned black, I threw in a chopped 
tomato, 1 realized that my sauce needed 
some body, so 1 added a cup of ordinary 
brown sauce and a few tablespoons of 
flour, which I let cook into lumps. While 
this mess was bubbling away, I loo! 
about for other ingredients and f 


sely 
oil and 


nothing that 


and added quite a bit of curry powder 
and some cinnamon and just a touch of 
ginger. I then poured in half a cup of 
port and added three egg yolks beaten 
into а cup of heavy cream. 1 turned up 
my flame and the whole be; 
terribly. 

le this obno ture was 
g and reducing itself, my chef 
and looked and sniffed 


Wi 
boili: 
wandered over 
and held his nose and exclaimed, “Oh, 
my dear God! Oh, how low can a chef 
sink?’ 

“I am merely carrying out the orders 


of le patron.” 
“Well,” the chet said, 


hope you 


Will at least have the decency to strain 
this mess.” 
"Oh, certainly,” I said. “1 


strain out the tomato skins 
of the Inger curds and lumps of flour." 

“Oh, my dear Lord, but this is terri- 
ble!" The chef covered his face as he 
walked away. "Terrible!" 

Le patron walked in and up to me 
and asked, "How is the Sauce Maugron 
coming: 

“Well,” I said, "I feel that it still 
needs something." 1 walked over to the 
dessert center and got a half cup of 
caramel sauce and, while com 
with it, 1 passed the salad counter 
got a quarter cup of pickle relish, and 
these went into the sauce. 

Watching апа smelli 
looked a trifle sick. "Ha 
maraschino cherries: 

“Oh, of course,” I said. “But they go 
in last, as a kind of garniture, along 
with the anchovies and the chives.” 

“I just had а thought,” le patron said. 
“What if Maugron becomes so drunk 
that he doesn't notice? 
Trust me" I s "Not a cl 
sauce would disgust a man three 
days dead 


ш. de patron 
id. you thought of 


псе. 


will it be ready? The steaks 
are under the broiler.” 

“In one minute.” I stirred my sauce 
once or twice and let the olive oil rise to 
the top, and then strained the sauce 
through a coarse sieve into а large silver 
sauccboat and garnished it with chopped 
schinos and anchovy fillets and finely 
Putting the sauccboat onto 
Iked over and pre 
Here you are, Sauce 


E 


minced chives. 
a silver planer, I w 
sented it to my chef. 
Maugron. The most terrible sauce ever 
created by the hand of man.” 

“I refuse even to look at 
chef said, turning away. 

“I will take it,” said le patron. “4 
congratulate you, young man. Any good 
chef can make a good stuce. It takes a 
genius to make one cious as this. 
1 will serve it myself. And remember—1 
will stand behind you, no matter what! 

A waiter took the steaks into the dining 


id" 


the 


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“Boo!” 


room. Le patron followed, proudly bear- 
ing the sauce. I hurried to peer through the 
door. Being just as curious as 1, the chef 
came and joined me. We saw the waiter 
«тоз to the far side of the dining room, 
where Maugron sat with his women, and 
we watched as the waiter put the steaks 
onto dinner plates. Now le patron ad- 
vanced and bowed, and while we were too 
way to hear, we knew what le patron 
st be saying as he ladled generous 
spoonfuls of Sauce Maugron over the 
steaks and served the women and then 
Mawgron. The chef and I held our 
breath as he cut into his filet and took a 
bite of the sance-drenched meat He 
frowned, puzzled, and then reached for a 
spoon and took a taste of tlie sauce alone, 
Slowly, his taste buds began to react 
repulsion and he rose to his fect and 
threw down his napkin. His face turned 
red as he shouted at le patron. He 
pointed to the kitchen and made ges- 


far 


tures indicating the whole cstablish- 
ment, and then, after shaking his fist at 
le patron, he stalked out. His three women 
followed, snatching their wraps from my 
ister as they marched out the doi 

“The Sauce Maugron did its work, 
said to the chef. “We will never sec the 


“Just the same,” the chef said, “to 
think that such а monstrosity could 
come out of my kitchen! Oh, terrible! 
Terribl 

The chef and I went back to our 
ranges. In a moment, le patron came 
into the kitche: 
not smiling. 
said. "You must leave the premises at 
once! I also suggest you leave town." 

My mouth fell. open. “Discharged?! 
Le: town?! I don't understand! But 
ee why 
ause,” le patron said, "I have just 
ined that the business deal Maugron 


nd up to me. He was 
You are discharged," he 


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206 


was celebrating was the purchase, this 
very afternoon, of every building in our 
town squaie, which, of course, includes 
this onc. So he is now my new landlord 
ad he has threatened to quintuple my 
rent if the person responsible for this 
outrage to mankind called Sauce. Mau- 
gron is not fired on the spot. 
ted— "but you said you 
id me! 

," said le patron. “1 will st 
behind you until you arc off my premi 
You have disgraced your prole: 
should be ashamed of yoursell. 
Got" 

And good riddance!” 1 heard the 
chef say as I slunk out the rear door, 
never to return, 

When the old man in the wheelchair 
didn't continue, the girl said, "And 
that's the end. of your story? Oh, how 
sad! Oh, what a heartbreaking story 

The old man smiled. "Well, no, it's 
not quite the end. And it's really not a 


“You mean, that's 


sad story. You see, if I had not been 
fired, 1 would have spent my life as 
merely а good chef in a small restaurant. 
As it was, I had to leave town a 
went to Nice and got a post 
kitchen of a fine hotel, and later I went 
to Paris and worked under the great 
Escoffier himself, and as I learned more 
and more, I rose higher and I i 
rank and finally became a master chef, 
in charge of some of the world’s greatest 
Kitchens. But none of that would have 
happened if I had not made the Sauce 
Maugron and been fired. That is why it 

really not а sad story 

“I think it's a wonderful story!" the 

rl said, laughing. "W marvelously 
happy ending! FII write it just as well 
as 1 can. I've a feeling itl make all the 
difference between my success or failure 
beginning food writer! Oh, thank 
you!” She came and took the old man’s 
hand and kissed it. “Thank you so 
much! And goodbye!” 


аз 


it? That’s our date?” 


Alter she had shown the girl to the gar- 
den gate, the sister came |, 


ck to the old 


she said. 
looked 


packet of lies, 


The oll man bewildered. 


Maugron was 100 
drunk even to taste the sauce. But he 
was delighted and overwhelmed by hav 
ing a new sauce named in his honor and 
he sent his compliments to the chef, 
tossed around a small fortune in tips and 
staggered out, supported by his wome 
mc," the old man said. "Was 
ly happened: 

“OF course that was what happened! 
And then, vou surely remember, catas- 
ugron was so proud 
zed by a sauce that he 


10 the restaurant and banging on the 
tables and demanding steaks with Sauce 
Maugron at the top of their voice: 
“They did? How unfortunate." 
"Certainly you recall how these [ri 
ful louts drove away the discriminating 
clients! How le patron tock to drink 
in utter despair? How the chef achieved 
almost a tol breakdown and would 
burst into tears at the thought of poach- 
ing an сри; 
‘Goodness me!" the old man exclaimed, 
"What a terrible, unhappy, unsatislactory 
tale. I much prefer my memory of the 


continued relentlessly. 
“And the real reason le patron fired you 
was so he could pretend to everyone 
that with you, the secret of 
gron had departed his restaurant f 
ever. It was not—as was generally beli 

merely because you had seduced [e 
patron's daughter." 


uce 


“How wicked of me," the old man 
said with an innocent smile. “Ah, well 
—at my age, the memory begins to tell 
one the most fascinating lies. Perhaps 
even at your age. 

"Nonsense. Your memory has not 


failed one bit. But neither has mine. 
The story you told the girl was almost 
a complete invention, 

"Well" the great chet 
grudgingly, “perhaps I did cl 
of the ingredients and add a 
ture here and there and rectify the 
soning, so to speak. But . . . ту story is 
more usable for this young lady. 
. +. so? I spent most of my life 
ing dishes for beautiful 
Can 1 not end it by creating a 
needed little story for the most beau 
onc of them all?" 


nd you know it.” 
admitted 


ENCOUNTER IN MUNICH 


ome on." D said. "We've only got 
today and tomorrow. We'll ch; tr 
eler's checks and book a flight to Venice 
on Saturday, and then find a restaurant 
around Marienplatz somewhere.” 

She stirred and blinked and turned 


et going. dis 
already after nine. What's wrong. any 
way?" 

I looked down into her face and re: 
ized that she was wide awake 
been for hall an hour. And I knew the 
shifty, distracted expression in her eyes. 
She was frightened. 

The 
cult, dema 
down with a bug and had had to ca 
doctor, which had taxed her conv 
French to its limits, And now, for the 
first time in her life, she was in a city 
where she couldn't understand a single 
word that was spoken, She hadn't much 
wanted to come to Germany. There was 
something ponderous and gloomy about 
it that was antithetical 1o her Mediterra- 
nean soul Its air of logic batlled her 
intuitions. Its streets were without. nu- 
ance, its people strangely shrouded. its 
Janguage lugubrious with abstraction. 

The afternoon belore, as we walked 
through the dense, still woods and open 
meadows of the Englischer Garlen under 
а dreary, somehow stricken sky. she had 
seemed depressed, and bewildered by 


her depression. IL was cold there, the 
paths wound on and on 


the sad rustle of 
ig the melancholy 


leaves only accentu. 
silence of Bavar itumn. The hunting- 
lodge restaurant in the center of the 
rien was shuttered for the winter, the 
huge mastiff chained by the service en- 
trance—strings of slaver hanging from his 
savagely barking 
ACHTUNG! signs that were posted on the 
trees. 

There was a forom hint of early 
snow, and twilight [atalism and mullled 
Beethoven in the air. She was shivering 
nd wanted coffee and it was all deeply 
alien to her. That night, when I at 
tempted to thank the hotel's Frau Müller 
lor calling us а cab, only to be told 
with humorless rectitude, “But no. Do 
not thank me, It is my duty,” my wile 


had visibly winced, something im her 
recoi from a glimpse into the 
heaviness, the n ess at the nation's 


heart. And now, ble with sleep, 
she simply couldn't bring herself to get 
out of the bed. 
“I can't. 1 just can’t. Not this mom. 
ing. 1 feel like the woma n 
ence. M anyone looked at me and s 
ng, just а 


tears" She was furious with herself, but 
she was even more fr ened. "But you 
go on. Don't wait [or me. 1 just can't 


make it.' 


(continued from page 110) 


If I was a little miffed at this, T sup- 
pose it was because, since I spoke no 
language other than. English, I had long 
ago got used to functioning with my 
hands and eyes and didn't clearly re- 
member any longer the stilling sense 
of absolute estrangement that сап ov 
come you when you can't even ask the 
мау to the john, much less understand 
the directions if they're ollered. So I 
y myself. 

1 walked. The teller at the Deutsche 
Bank in Schwabing spoke English, and 
so did the girl at Alitalia. They conduct- 
ed my business with dispatch, without 
small talk. correctly. But they weren't 
cold, they were shy. Their 
form was the result of 
rather than an absence of 
They eyed me distantly, but there was 
hunger in their eyes—the hunger of the 
socially unpoised, the oversensitive ado- 
lescent who is excruciatingly polite. It is 
why so many Germans love music. They 
are as [ull of chaotic, unclear feelings 
so many I7-yearolds, and music 
expresses the inexpressible. 

I walked. Munich was in the midst of 
completing а subway that had been be- 
gun by the Nazis, and making one's way 


lianc on 


n inhibition 


along Leopoldstrasse was 
in а modern city aft 
aid. Huge craters yawned in the middle 
of the sidewalk and you had to detot 
at least once in every block; at опе 
point, 1 could see all the way under the 
street to the other side. Drills stuttered, 
dust rose in а weird unfocusing haz 
men crawled about below the pavements 
hard hats. traffic snarled aro 
porary excavation fences р 
posters, т 
numbered 
In the vicinity of the university, 
throngs of easy-hipped, long-haired stu 
dents milled about among the wan- 
faced hippies, who, with their knapsacks 
and scarred boots, looking as blank-eyed 
ad passive as DPs, crouched against signs 
asking MARS-MAOMARCUSE in that atti 
tude of eternal waiting lor Godot that i 
now characteristic of certain streets all 
over the world. Munich was 
tant way station on the caravan route 
across Europe along which Dutch Pro 
vos, American hippies, English Mods, 
French dropouts and Scandinavian acid- 
heads moved toward some remote mecc 
in the desert of their psyches. A kind of 
walking madness seemed to have afllict- 
ed youth everywhere, a lemminglike mi- 
gration of die with their grass 


n impo 


ion 


young, 


“Trotsky wrist watch?” 


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208 


nd guitars and copies of Hermann 
Hesse, as if some crucial taproot had 
been pulled in everyone under 25, They 
were the first flotsam of an asyetunde- 
їйгє war, refugees from an impossible 
past and an inhuman future, LSD t 
pers on the chemical thumb, gyp 
who had kidnaped themselves out of the 
straight world. Aud they looked at the 
strafed arches, the dr stitutional- 
ized buildings. the disemboweled str 
ad the impersonal crowds right out of 
а б. W. Pabst film and did not see 
them, But then they had never seen 
anything else. 

1 walked. There w 
cen Volks with the sticker MaKe 
Nor wak and, a block away, a € 
that countered Gallicly, Make тох 
wanes, There were the amputated stumps 
of Bismarckian linden trees 
brightly lit windows of alum: 
where everything was dirt-chi 
steamy, jammed Gaststätten, where all 
speculations could be numbed by wurst 
and dumplings and strudel and lager. 
There was a street corner in the canyony, 
Wall Street. bustle of Marienplatz where 
1 paused to watch the 1-o'clock glocken 
spiel up in the Rathaus tower, the two 
ighis and peas 


idealistic 


s an 


Love 
noén 


xor 


opposing files of lifesize k 


ants moving with the precise, ated 
jerks of figures in a silent movie; the crisp, 
thin air of mountain-girt Munich on that 
cold morning pierced by the pealing of sil- 
very bells and the strong sense beneath 
everything of some Black Forest in the 
German soul, stranded at last in re 
but unreconciled. 

All was hurry, commotion, chill. E; 
Beckmann faces were everywhere—th 
secretly sensual, metallic. Platz! struck. 
me with a sharp pang of dejà vu, which, 
upon investigation, proved to be 
grounded in Fritz Lang. An old infatua- 
tion with expressionism hallucinated. me 
that 1 understood ev 
ng I stw—the heavy overcoats 
ng the body but not the will, the 
gluttonous menus stupelying both, the 
mood of publie propriety and pr 
quirk, of unexamined urges and а damn- 
ing sense of social distance. АП this 
framed itself into an unhappy question 
as I walked. Why did 1 seem to know, 
instinctively, how to function in a Ger- 
man city? It was everything about. my- 
self from which I was trying to escape. 

I started back up Ludwigstrasse, pon- 
dering again the awful mystery that had 
obsessed. my gene irs before 


and, in another 


context, 


“My dissenting opinion will be brief: 
‘You're all full of crap?” 


hippies wandering: the cruption of bar- 
barism at the very core of Cl 
civilization, the mass slaughter of 
human beings so that a [ew abstract 
ideas might live. Dachau. My Lai. Concen- 
tration camp commandant Hoess with 
his love of dogs and Brahms. The Ame: 
can captain who siid of the Vie 
village he had just burned, “We had to 
destroy it in order to save it" If these 
people passing me in the street were 
“good Germa who hadn't known 
what was going on jus: ten. miles away, 
what did that make of me, who knew 
too well the horrors that were being 
committed halfway around the world in 
my name? Would anyone see the con- 
science under ny overcoat? 

1 looked into the faces me 
with an unpleasant underst new 
to Americans—of how terribly difficult it 
s to hate one's own country, to force it 


isti: 


mese 


to live up to its dream or judge the 
dream inadequate, to isolate in all the 
weler of policy, cgo, blunder and ava- 


rice that make up a nation's acts the germ 
of future evil, and to stand against it, no 
what. Some of us had bee 
s current "evil" since 
1963 with a g of impo 
tence and outrage, and a lew of us were 
tired and hopeless and had escaped to 
Europe. I thought, with a pinch ol guilt, 
of friends back home, still there, relus 
ing to relinquish stewardship of the 
dream to its debauchers, and I felt again 
the old dull pulse of that res 
America's leaders that 
away. Bur no matter how unc 


matte nd- 


ing against 


own kind, one could not avoid a feel 
of complicity in it. Ii was as if one had 
discovered a murderc amed 

family but remembered the carelree, 
ning youth he had once been, I 
My Lai? Though ditterent, both posed 
identical moral. problem, and 
ish was not lessened for knowing the 
. The awful myste 
s colder than. New 


ling 


one's an 


was within. 
York?" a voice 


swe 


мій 

А small, disheveled man had 
into step beside me. He had the 
worried, paunchy face of a bank clerk 


proving his trustworthiness with every 
overfriendly “Good morni ( 
that moment, the [acc had h flush 
from the cold and n shaved 
in a His water ed eyes 


1 
English and his wan smile revealed 
mouthful of neglected teeth. He wore а 
thin black raincoat in need of reproof- 
ing. а baggy-trousered summer suit with 
that junkie rumple at the crotch, а 
frayed white summerweave shirt Dur- 
toned 10 the throat, no tie and а shape 
less felt hat that had been handled by 


greasy fingers. He talked steadily, stub- 
bornly, falling over his words. picking 


himself up, falli 


hing at his 


mistakes, encou 
Though there was a certain charm about 
his comic selfdeprecations, I had been. 
accosted in half a dozen foreign cities by 
then and I was om guard. Nevertheless, 
he seemed to be interested only in talk, 
and since the talk was in English, 1 went 
along with him. 

He was, he said, а Polish refugee, 
teacher, who had been in Dachau dur- 
the war and worked as а labo 
Munich just afterward, and пох, 
years back in Poland, had m 
get out and was waiting in a relocation 
camp to go to Americ 

“Stude nd, at my “No.” 
“Teacher, then. concluding this. 1 
suppose, from my glasses and loden coat 
and rugged walking shoes—a lucky 
guess, as it happened, in that I did teach 
now and then. 


to laugh. 100. 


after 
aged to 


he said 
too? 


He had thought so. yes: and. of 
course, he realized. that he coul! not 
expect to teach in America, but just 


week the refugee committee had gotten 
him a job in a library on Long Island. 
Perhaps not as a librarian in the begin- 
ning, perhaps only as а janitor, but he 
didn't mind. 

“I dont know even where is Long 
Island,” he sid wid an expressive 
But it pays two rousand. Can 
America. family, for 


in with two 


tousand?” To which, at my faint “Per 
haps,” he added hastily, "Well, 1 want 
roof. and to be in blessed. America, it is 
enough. . . . But can live on two tou- 
sand there 

Somehow I got the impression that he 
knew you couldn't and that there was a 
question within the question that his 
rudimentary English could mot quite 
frame, but then he said, "You like Miin- 
chen? Have seen the sights? . . . No? 
Must show you something, then, You have 
a few minutes? One more time before 1 
leave München, I must see, too. I show 
you, and then show you bus to Schwabing. 
Jost over here.” 

We turned off Ludwigstrase and he 
talked on and on, asking the sime ques- 
tions over again, opening the raincoat to 


show me his suit. “They give me suit. 
Committee. Worn before,” fingering a 


fraying lapel, "but what do 1 саге? Only 
to pet to America. Sa 
now. I tell my wife soon we he all 

. But tell me, you think I need scarf 
—you say it, scarf?—in America? Is cold 
there, гоо?” 

He laughed. but he was cold. his teeth 
actually chattering as he blew on his 
raw, chapped hands, the tears standing 
in the corners of his weary little eyes, his 
ears as red and numb as a rooster’s comb. 

He hurried me along th the 
empty, formal Hofgarten, with its aus 


in fifteen. days 


igh 


tere pavilion, withered flower beds and 
pebbled walks. The sky was aching with 
snow and the city scemed bleak and 
unfriendly. Winter there would be bit 
you were poor: slush, cold door 
‚ leaky shoes; all that heavy, spiced 
food behind the steamy windows, 

those accordions and violins. Then, ov 
sh privet hedge, clipped with 
precision that seemed fanatical, I caught 
sight of a large official building at the 
back of the garden, once а palace of the 
Bavarian kings and now a modern ruin 
that is, bombed out 20-odd years ago 
and left as а monument to—what? The 
disasters of Nazism The barbarity of 
the Americans? Grass grew out of the 
wide, smashed steps, the ornate stone 
fireblackened. a dead sky 
g windows where 
di ade on the walls 
beyond. There was about it that echo of 
rats scuttling over littered parquet that 
haunts ruined buildings of some mag- 
nificence. A rusty chain link fence had 
been exceted around it and just in front 


work. 
showed throug 


at the bottom of what appeared to be an 
empty reflecting pool. there was а mau 
soleum made of blunt, modemistic slabs 
of concrete, and it was to this that my 
friend, who had identified himsell as 
Adam and who was now calling me 
John several times in every sentence. 
was leading me. 

We walked down into it 


and there. in 


A Pedwin Division, Brown Shoe Company, St, Louis. 


209 


PLAYBOY 


210 


ad 


p. chilly. oppressive crypt, a ma: 
sive bronze figure lay almost buried 
beneath wreaths of dead flowers. The 
walls were carved with casualty figures— 
18,000, 30,000—but I couldn't read thc 
epitaphs anying them and learn 
who these people were or in what n 

ner they had died or why they 
memorialized there. Germans or Jews? 
Victims of the bombers or the ovens? 
An old habit of mind made it seem to 
matter. 

My friend's English could get no closer 
than “innocent dead," somehow leaving 
the suggestion that they were workers 
from Dachau (why else would he want 
to have а last look?) but nor excluding 
the possibility that they might have been 
Münchener killed in the raids, 1 stood 
there, sobered by the grim arithmetic. 
Hat once. he se 
catered and averted 
from mine and he was sayi 
bling little speech: “America must. aid 
the Polish people, John. They would do 
the same, I bless you forever. Ama 
ach good people, so generous, Sec, 
they send me this suit. Help the Polish 
people, John- 

1 was moved and a litle shamed by 
my recent thou L be 
lieved we were generous: I still believed 
that, at bottom, we were good; and the 
old t Ami 
ca lived on in him, despite what we had 
made of it. 1 felt a reflex of pride in my 
country, in its instinctive decency, now so 
balllingly obscured; its honesty. now so 
ppallingly compromised; its ideali 


comp 


n- 
were 


ity 


cd my ha 


hts. beca 


yes, 


nished dream of haven in 


now buried in a Ше somewhere in the 
ntiseptic warrens of the Pentagon—but 
ere, still there, in the hopes of 
Europe's displaced and uprooted. I was 
moved enough to grasp his shoulder and 
say, just as solemnly, that I would tell 
people in America, that they would 
help. that I wished him a good life 
there, a happy life, only to hear him say 
with redoubled urgency, “I kis your 
id, Jolin. E never forget you, We have 
to live. Do not forget the Polish refugee 
2... few marks" 

1t had bec pitch. all along. 1 
I was afraid that he might 
Шу kiss my hand. 1 suppose I was 
mbarrassed by the tears—were they 
that started out of his beseeching 
eyes and by my own chagrin at having 
failed to realize that he was asking me 
for money and had brought me there for 
no other reason, there to th: 
from which no memoria 
nie me against the knowledge that 
thousands had died nearby, senselessly, 
terror and despair, aflame (whether 
at their hands or oms по matter), our 
century forever indicted by such butch- 
егу. none of us ever to be quite whole 
in because it had happened. [ re 
tered the suffocating pill it had laid 
my ife and the fierce hı 
ger for a solidarity that human. 
viciousness s arOuses. 

In the midst of these lofty thoughts, I 
saw him realize that I had misunder- 
stood him and abruptly change his tack. 

“Опе more thing you should sce,” he 
said insistently, “and then I put you on 
bus to Schwabing,” hurrying me up the 


th 


own 


over 


“How many bottles of duty-free booze are 
we allowed to take back?” 


steps out of the crypt and along а path, 
almost babbling now, toward nothing 
more than some gloomy bushes along а 
wall bordering the garden. 

Suddenly 1 stopped in my tracks. All 
ing ceased. I re-entered the moment. 
suspicious vigilance of an old Cen- 
tral Park walker came back to me. He 
wasn't a refugee at all. He might not 
even be Polish. He was a thick He was 
desperate. he was probably half cracked. 
What did 1 know of the Munich under 
world? He intended to rob me in those 
bushes. by force if necessary. Or was it 
only some further reminder of the ob- 
scene past that waited ıhere—some 
plaque, some grave, some bulletriddled 
statue—with which he hoped to finally 
shame my pockets open? I still don't 
know. But I stopped dead and he knew 
1 wouldn't go any farther. He could feel 
me bridling. so he talked on. stubborn 
pridelessness replacing the charm, wet 
eyes searching the pebbles at our fect. 

“No food. . . . I tell my wife about 
the kind American professor. . . . Could 
you think to yoursell about the Polish 
teacher who only wanted 10 get his 
family to America? . . . And my litle 
gir]—what does she know of the bi 
ness of life?" A sad and despei 
ble. Was it true? Did it matter? 

“Look.” I said. interrupting him as 
you interrupt someone who is embarr 

ig you by humiliating himself. “Would 
it insult you if 1 gave you money? I 
don't want to insult you, but if it would 
help. 

If he was a con man. 
oldest dodge in postwar 
evoking guilt or horro 
cin tourists—this must have amused him 
mightily when he recounted it later to 
his cronies (^h. the A 


working the 


Germany— 


feckless Ameri- 


rians; always 


so naive, so childlike, so trusting. To 
wonder whether it would insult mi 
How you respect such conquer- 


man as if 
. ws df he cannot be 
«LE assume that conning 
‚ even to a con m. 


ors"). But dare you tr 
he is not a m 
insulted? Da 
was not demea 


Somehow I couldn't call him on the 
tud, whatever the truth might have 
been, so I kept up th if it was a 


fiction. 

I thumbed out 50 m orth about 
$12 then—which he pocketed without 
looking at the bills, thanking me effusi 
ly but with embarrassment now, 
that bein, itation 
tle 
Hofgarten to 
formality 


ven 


nd, 
La lit- 
ne back through the 
A certain 
tty reserve emtered 
our conversation. One could not keep the 


and he w 


агае 
certain ch 


age of the posttransaction whore and 
client out of one’s mind, for we had traf- 
ficked with etch other, we had reduced. 
whatever emot shared to a crude 
exchange of money and it was necessary 
for both of us to act as if it hadn't 
happened. Each of us felt chat sudden 


ons w 


recoil from the other that results from 
some kinds of intimacy. 

We re 
part, and, though it seemed painful for 
him to have to mention the money 
again, he said, “I never forget you. And 
do not worry. This go for food, only for 
food. . . . Who needs a scarf—you 
sear} in American?" gesturing at 
throat in such а way that I re 


lized it was 
probably a necktie 


ached the bus stop, cager to 


bout which he w 
concerned, “But now," he said with a cu- 
rious, sly, almost comradely hint of hu- 


was the very word he used. 


wed him that 1 wast and we 
quick goodbye, He turned ou his 
nd went off into the crowd stre: 

nd out of а haberdasher 
the last glimpse 1 had of him was when 
he paused to inspect a window disp 
Something had caught his cye. Per 
after all, a necktie. 

I tuned off Ludwigsuasse aud walked 
toward the river, searching emptier 
streets. 1 felt foolish, like the all-Ameri- 
can sucker, the goodhearted boob so 

it of the modern world that any 
der of the yea ad 
ath there in Europe would auromati 
cally evoke the corniest sort of pity— 
and the money with which to buy it off. 
Thad fallen for one of the oldest Euro- 
pean cons, no less cillow than a James- 
ian heroine from Duxbury, and allowed 
myself to he bilked out of the cost of a 
full day of our trip, а day I had worke 
schemed and, yes, conned for myself 
during most of the precedi 
wopean think every Ame 
Asan American writer, a litle 
honored but without profit in his own 
land. I seethed with resentment, only to 
realize that I was mostly furious with 
myself for proving such an easy mark. 

‘The nightmare of modern history had 
always been my secret albatross. But did 
it show on my face? Had these last y 
of anguish and dissent put lines there 


s of suffering 


year. Did 


every 


was ri 


s 


sermany, as to some 
rkness, hoping 
to case one guilt in the presence of a 
greater? Was it even Due? 1 didu't hate 
the Germans, 1 never had. It was like- 
nesses 1 looked for, not differences. T 
not at odds with my conscience; E wa 
odds with my century. 
But how could Adam have 
a of human. complicity that so 
feel, even in crimes for which we 
no responsibility? How could he 
have known that, at the last, 1 would 
ther slay human than act hip? I 
sell. 1 hadn't known 
it until the moment when 
mattered to me whether he was telling 
100. 


known the 


no longer 


the truth or not. For he was 
nd even the shabbiest of sob ме 
an appeal to а common condition, а 


man, 
is is 


common consciousness. [t assumes that 
we me all indissolubly involved. with 
onc another. 

1 walked along the Isar cscarpment, 
where delicate, pale-yellow leaves flut 
tered down into the fast, cold. murmur 
ing rush of light-blue water over rocks 
The few old men on benches seemed 
diswacted һу smok: 
memories of pre-Sar 
coated woman, wi 


A black 
lı that look of a stern 
governess that is typical of some German 


vo days. 


won 


on over 40, waited patiently by а 
tree for her dachshund to fini 


Across 


the river from me, rising stolid as a 
headsione out of the feathery trees, 
there was an officiallooking building, 


coll and somehow spirit-withering, as 
official buildings in Germany often are, 
e air of sadness without cause, of 
exhaustion in the hopes, of some perpet- 
ual autumn in human affairs, hung over 
everything. It was, 1 must confess, not 
unpleasant to me. It was one r 
had come to Germany: to experi 
keenly as possible my own relation to 
the strengths and weaknesses of my spe- 
cies in my time. 

thought of Adam and I decided to 
believe in him, realizing with delight 
that I had the choice, 1 had conned to 
ct away from America in order to save 
part of my Amer ess that. seemed. 
in jeopardy, and Adam w 
at there before something of himself was 
finally lost. Our spur was the same: to 
survive, to avoid hating life, to remain 
human. I settled it th n my m 
nd relinquished the 50 marks with some 


ason 1 


nce 


ıs conning to 


relief. They had bought something, after 


Standing with 


aw of champag 


amid the brittle, literate talk of Ameri 
can expatriates, living the privileged 
lives of Romans in Gaul, it seemed 


trivial incident. Undoubtedly, something 
similar had happened to everyone in 
that room. But what had they felt: 

The professor was talking to me about 
Tuscany, where he and his wile had a 
small. country ul scribbling 
down the names of ds for us to look 
up when we got to Florence 

“Haly,” he said, а w: 
boyish smile coming over his face. 
“Whi п опе You'll know the 
minute you get there. You'll rest. . . . 
Germany is 2 strain for Americans now. 
It's too much like home.” He eyed me. 
wondering what I would make of this. 

ОГ course, that’s why some of us like it 
1 rather like it," D said. “I think its 
luable to me.” 

that's the 
к. “Ite 


house, 


surprisingly 


word," 
valuable. 


he replied 
Ame 


should have the experience of € 


If they can receive it. And if they can go 
to ишу afterward. ... By y" he 
added. "did you get out to Dachau? 

"No." I said. "Well. not exactly.” 

A look of recognition flickered across 
his eyes, which he understood I under- 
stood, and, liking each other immensely 
t that moment, we turned to the punch 


bowl. 
El 


2n 


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212 


DOMINIQUE cuit ion page 90) 


she says, “because he suffered so much.” 
Their rel nship is “beautiful but dil- 
ficult,” since both were born under the 
sign of Pisces. “We always feel the same. 
When one of us is depressed, the other 
is, too.” For the moment, they share a 
at in Р: nd rent a ramshackle old 
manor they are hoping to buy in the 
mou ins of H ce, a 18 
ropez. “It is not 
we were look 
igious and mystical 
vibrations," says Dominique, though the 
gleam in her Mediterrancan-blue eyes 
suggests that she will supply plentiful 
vibrations of her own. 

Lunchtime the next day brings 
dim, barefoot, to a noisy table om the 
e set with rare roast beef, green 
(d red Provençal wine. “This 
g 1 was brooding about Domi- 
" he says lightly, "and I know her 
She doesn’t exist at all. I's a 
facade. She is entirely her own Facade.” 

Dominique laughs and replies to the 


secret: 


jest in French. She learned to speak 
English after three wee lor 
her role in First Love. “ I was 


three months with an American boy,” 
she explains, as if to recommend. this 


method of improving language s 
Her accent is delightfully unobtrusive. 
OIL on afternoon errands in St Tropez, 
Dominique drives one of two Volks- 
agens she shares with Christian, The 
ed at the airport in Nice, to 
facilitate their frequ rivals and de- 
ures, She takes the wrong turn at a 
crossroads marked PLAGE DE GkANtERS and 
LA CITADELLE. “Ooohh, shitt” she groans 
and backs into a one-way street to ask а 
startled workman for directions. 
Suolling along the quay lined with 
sidewalk cafés and souvenir shops, Domi- 
nique wears red boots, bells and a 
bluecotton Chinese jacket. She adores 
loose "fluid" dresses, make-up, démodée 
shoes and anything made for her by 
Christian's mother, who used to sew for 
ter litle right 
now, She finds the vi 
agreeable out of season. "In summer, 
she says, “St-Tropez is a bordello. Look 
at those men. .. 7 Her scorn zeroes in 
on two cruising male tourists, sporting 
tight pocketless hip-huggers and shoul- 
der bags. Unisex is not her style. 
"Ehe nearly deserted bar of the Hótel 
Byblos, a luxurious cloister even by Riv 
ста standards, encourages a more relaxed 


“Ella, I am leaving you.’ 


" 


. Dominique orders orange juice, 
having sworn off drinking ("I wsed to 
drink quite a lot") and smoking until 
after the baby comes. “I don't smoke at 
all she remarks with meaningful em- 
phasis, “and J won't take LSD, though 
I've been on trips five or six times. Е 
ic. I will probably trip again, but it 
s to bc only my risk, One cannot choose 
for a child, We cach choose our own risks. 
You have to go s you can go, 
west-ce pas?" 

Dominique removes her purply-tinted 
shades, apologizes for leaving the top 
two buttons of her sla idone to 
accommodate a. mostly y bulge. 
She looks down into the hotel's semi- 
circular swimming pool just outside and 
talks about water. Water as lile, As 
symbolism. Though she shrugs off mar- 
s 1 were 


as far 


with someone cl. what would it mat- 
ter? We are together тюм”), except as а 
vague future, perhaps, some sort of in- 
comprehensible legal convenience, the 
ritual of baptism stirs her soul. “Life 
begins in water, doesn't it? There is a 
doctor in Paris—I mean a real doctor, 
not a charlatan—who delivers your baby 
by candlelight in а quict room. 
washes it in a basin of water kept 
body temperature, the same temperature 
as inside the womb. All very peacelul 
and natural as it should be. I think 
g to have a talk with that 
g her hands through 
shakes off hint of 
ousness and observes that she hasn't. 


д: 


been to the Byblos since Mick Jagge 
weddi 


Another good friend ol hers 
. She giggles suddenly, be- 
gins to illustrate with gestures: “Jagger's 
wife was pregnant, so. Since he mar- 
ried, he has sewed down, stopped smok- 
ing pot. I think he's become extremely 
bourgeois." There's that dirty word again. 
Hours pass. The sun is setting as 
Dominique returns to a table at the 
portside Café Senequicr, juggling several 
small paper bags full of hor ro 
chestnuts. To accompany her on a shop- 
ping excursion is a remarkably painless 
chore, An elegant bauble in a boutique 
window may catch her eye, but she sel- 
dom wastes more than 30 seconds decid- 
ing between trés bon and trop cher. She 
is entranced by a pipe-and-tobacco shop, 
unequivocally the finest in St-Tropez, 
апа spies а stack of miniature wooden 
pipes, "marvelous for smoking hashish.” 
The pipes cost only a few francs cach 
and the gift of a pair—one for Christian 
—briclly transforms the dazzling some- 
time lotus-eater into tcful child. 
Evening finds Dominique back at the 
Villa Lou Solailles, where s weck- 
end guests—evidently unaware that they 


sted 


are occupants of jetset territory—seek 
post-prandial diversion in TV and 
Scrabble. A girl named Deborah. from 
Houston is building a fire. Manitas de 
Plato is strumming on the stereo. Domi- 
nique, having changed into something 
topped by a deep-burgundy blouse that 
casually opens to her waist, presides over 
this mixed asembla if by God-given 
decree, Better yet, as if a us film 
director had chosen her to star and had 
shrewdly prearranged the lights, dialog 
d cam gles in her favor 

Dominique moves across the room 
and brings a new. group of supporti 
players into focus 

Dominique laughs. or trills a scrap of 
music, and the buxom brown-eyed gypsy 
at the far end of the table might as well 
be Apple Mary. 

Dominique glides to the French win- 
dows, retrieves her kitten from the dark- 
e and gently shakes him, 
scolding: "He slept all day? What does 
he know, hn He doesn't give а 
damn, Ether . . . do you? Do you?" 

Ether may. in fact. know as much as 
anyone about the inner mysteries of 
Dominique. who calls her selLassurauce 
a necessity, "because 1 don't believe in 
God or Christ or resurrection. 1 believe 
in the moment, not in what's going to be 
One has to have it по 

She longs to play Desdemona on the 
screen to Christian's Othello, а Chris- 
tian is convinced she could easily handle 
the part. “She has youth, classic beauty,” 


mew ошм 


he says. “Everything she feels is ex 
pressed instantly. the same in life as in 
front of the camera, so she appears to be 
a thoroughly tained actress. Then, of 
course, there are her eyes. When she is 
photographed. there's à kind of madness 
in her that's larger than life. That is 
very important." 

Vadim, justly famous as a connoisseur 
of women in both private and profes 
sional spheres, sees other phenomena. at 
work in Do "She has the kind 
of total ego that creates monsters. I was 
only casing about her facade. But by 
monsters I mean those who shut oll 
everything outside themselves except 
precisely what they need—and still they 
seem to remain warm and vulnerable. 
Dominique, ah! She is just impossible 


enough to become one of the greatest 


prisingly. it is Dominique her 
s the Last word. "My sensibil- 
amil for my age," says she. “I 
grow up... D can eas 
ily be wounded. At heart 1 am a trage 
dienne. My God, if 1 were really to let 
myself go, it would be dangerous. . . 

de out on Dominique in close-up. 
whitding away the odds that Destiny 
adict h 


will dare to con 


т. 


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made by a shoemaker. 

His Dingos are real boots. 

Made by a real bootmoker. The biggest 
bootmoker in the world. 

They know just how to shape boot leathers 
to fit you snug at the instep, hug с> heel, feel 
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ВІМЅЕСЕ |... from page 98) 


If was 
for 


Subsection colle 


ry who had made such an impressive 
праст earlier im the day. 10047 had 
picked up this latest. intelligence. from 
another surreptitious chat with his B. C. 
nd. 

By 9:30 rw 
ing’s disgruntled chief was а 
was likely to be something of a 
in his division. 
to be a xd steady 
wide variety had Бер 
he 


Fuel Refinery and Process- 
ave that 
gala night 


es-and- 


spiri 
rly on there had been an aperitif, а 


d 
two kinds of wine had just been sent 


down. Chiefy had already predicted 
publicly to his subordinates that they 
would see champagne arrive as well be- 
lore the night was out. There had been a 


“I suppose all the talk about your money 


wide selection of hors d'oeuvres, а vei 
good and useful turtle soup with sherry 
that had clearly been set afire in а thim- 
ble-sized ladle immediately before the 
union. Now there was smoked salmon and 
daintily sliced brown bread. The division 
was settling down, under the chiel's eye, to 
а long spell of overth 

The chief took a call from Ce 
Executive. It was the same B.C. he had 
spoken to earlier 

“Well, Chief, trust you're happy with 
what we're doing for you tonight," he 
said very jovially. 

“Aye, sir. There's some good-quality 
raw material arriving. right enough,” 
replied the chief in his taciturn way. 

‘There'll be plenty more yet, Chief, 
plenty more, before the nights out. 
Roast pheasant, cranberry sauce, game, 
chips"—he reeled olf a string of con 
modities, half of which the chief couldn't 


is only half true, too! 


tch. There was something a little odd 
about the B.C., he thoughi—"acpes su- 
zette or possibly strawberries and crea 
—he was still going o d d 
to finish with!” he concluded br 


said the chief, "Very good, 
there's nothing else, I'll be getting back 
to my wor 
"No, that's all. Oh, about that other 
thing earlier today. Гуе written а memo. 
Can't do more, же?” The B.C. 
laughed loudly. 
work, Chief,” 
went off. 
The chicf puzzled over the В. C.'s un- 
usually erratic behavior as he went back 
to work. If he hadn't ki 
early to be possible, he would have s 
it was a case of inebriation. At last he 
gave it up. Of course, the chief had no 
way of knowing that the first heady 
moments of love and infatuation with a 
beautiful girl can sometimes produce an 
effect that is very similar to intoxication. 
All the B. Cs tonight found themselves 
unaccountably bright and frivolous, found 
th being terribly clever and in 
form—and sometimes even a bit silly, too! 
Much later, L.C. 10017, fresh from a 
call upstairs. gave a progress report to 
his gossip-hungry colleagues. "Seems ol 
dinner was a roaring success. We stem to 
be making a big impression with Herself. 
We were right at the top of our w 
night. Oh, my word, we were funny 


“can 
"Well, keep up the good 


he added flippantly and 


mscly« 


amusing and charming and everytl 
rolled 


10047 struck a few 
ttitudes to illust 


his report in wbar he 
1 vein. 

are at present at Herself's apart- 
ment for а nightcap, ha Шапцу 
escorted her home, and we are now, if 
asc"—he rolled his eyes heaven- 
I—"playing with Herselfs pet kit 
ten. Or should I say trying to, since the 
creature apparently has contrived to get 
itself out the window and is crouching 
arrow ledge, refusing to budge, The 

partment, 1 might add, is twelve stories 
wp in a fashionable part of London. Ac 
the о , Himself, to 

pusement of a lot of 
g out the window, en- 
entice mhe c 
the but 


satiric 
“We 


ne of my call upst 
ble a 


the conside: 
в. Cs, was le 
de g 10 
by 


vori 


atre 


watched anxious 
Herself.” 

Further ironic comment from 10017 
uddenly stifled by an abrupt step-up 
in the tempo of activity in the surround- 
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what the development meant. The level 
of activity held at about that noticed 
lier in the day, perhaps slightly higher, 
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216 


SI should think there could be 
expl ns Either have 
ly rescued the kitten and are being 
suitably rewarded by Herself or 
attempting something heroically risky 
and impressive in order to do same: 
The supervisor. his voice very serious. 
broke in. "E think vou cam forget about 
your first guess, 10017. Experience ha 
taught me to distinguish roughly among 
different stimuli for accelerated employ- 
ment of all capacities. I think we are 
committed 10o a possibly dangerous 
B 
There was a tense silence. Slowly but 


paus 


two we 


те; 


we are 


situat 


unmist 
Pipel 
gauges showed iner 


ably. the tempo was increasing, 
constricting. pressur 
ased тегйн 
Tr seemed certain to the wa 


they wer 


ne 


were 


45 
ing L. 
out on the narrow ledge 


12 stories up over London, crawling 
along it to reach the kitten, All eyes 
were fixed on the automatic. warning 
howd, to sec if the situation would 
develop into ап ultimate state of 
emergency. 

“L suppose.” breathed 10047. his cellu- 
lar face set in unusual! lines, “the 
only way Himself coud possibly. know 


Ls 
for hi 


how feel in such 


would be 


we 


nto be i 


in some kind of «е Nobody 
replied. Tension was rising with the 
tempo of what was now clearly danger 


mobilization of resources. 

Although they had been aware of the 
possibility of its sounding, the raucous 
and repeated rasp of the action-stations 
hooter startled them when it came. The 
ted EMERGENCY м zal on. Lighting 
full With hardly a 


reached int 


sign from the supervisor the  subsec- 
tion's stall slipped smoothly into its as 
The subsection 


signed vole. shut. down 
its supply im 
since it had no a 
emergency. 
из role, like many of the units in ıl 
ization, was one of mi 
ference. But 
ag flatout. It was feeding in large 
quantities of its rich fuel. Pressure gauges 
showed that maximum pressure was now 
obtaining. Pipeline constriction was also 
maximum and the pumping 
doubled, The pounding throb of maxi- 
mum mobilization gripped the entire 
нл 
The L. Gs of Parathyroid Subsection 
waited, keyed up and on edge most 
of them had never experienced anything 
as serious as this belove. Then the sixth- 
sense wall announcer, rarely ever used, 
1 to life. The L. Cs held their 
It was “I” making a direct an- 
nouncement to all points. 
The situation is extremely serious," 
the authoritative voice said. It was not 
dificult to detect the edge of | 


tive pat to play in the 


orgu 


work 


ion. 


gh ten- 


it, either, But "1" did not gabble 
niouncement. despite the extreme 


sion 


the 
ture of the emergency 

At present, we are hanging by our 
finger tips from a ledge twelve stories up 
with solid-concrete pavement [ат below 
We almost fell while crawling onto the 
ledge but managed to make a grab to 
sume the present very difficult posi- 
Чоп 1 want all to make the greatest 
possible eflort to contribute 10 the at- 
tempt to hang on until help arrives. 

^I need hardly say what the conse- 
quences of failure will be. I 
know most of you run yourselves, i 
etler, m ne, quite independ 
ently ol ight do, but this is 
onc occasion when «Тон is 
required or there will be no question of 
running yourselves in the future. Yon 
know what D mean. . . . Thank you, 
everybody.” 

The wall announcer crackled and went 
silent, The tension had become almost 
unbearable, The moments ticked by. The 
L.C, knowing their fate hung in the 
balance quite literally. were silent, mo- 


to do so 


t ol the rii 


supreme 


nles. АП energy and power were 
concentrated on the vital extremity 
reas involved in the survival task of 


holding on 

The supervisor did. however, whisper 
briefly to 10047. “See, now, the impor- 
tance of your work. The strength ol some 
of your well-maintained two hundred 
nd six bones is now contributing an 


essential part to our endurance.” 
10047. nodded respectfully, looking 
drawn and serious. 
Moments stretched into minutes. The 


кмкнскхеу indicator still blazed out. The 
pounding tempo did not slacken. Surely 
this mighty cffort could not be sustained 
much longer in such adverse conditions. 
Suddenly there was a great lurch and an 
entirely new and terrifying sensation was 
the subsection 
seemed to turn end over end. The lights 
d ıo whirl hove, then 
low. Down, down, plummeting down, 


эсс id swim 


long and slowly and awfully 
Then another. more terrifying, lurch- 
ing, shuddering impact. Now it seemed 
there was a sensation of rising, shooting 
upward. but faster than im any Lift 
Then down once again, much shorter 
this time, and another bone-shaking. 
breath-taking impact. А tumbling sensa 
tion—and they were at rest. The L 


who had endured this gripped with ter 
ror looked  uncomprehendingly about 
them, The lights were still on at full 


brightness. That seemed to be favo 
The emergency rhythm continued. B 
just as they began to breathe м 
relie, the lights Hickered and dimmed 
abruptly to an eerie blue glow, They all 
looked anxiously 10 the supervisor in 
the strange gloom for an explanation. 


тааак Fm r 
Imost in а whisper we've faint 
ed.” He peered through the 
ight. “This is not the deep indigo th 
one remembers experiencing on sudden 
devastating departures from consciousness 
оп the rugger field. Ar the risk of being 
unduly optimistic. I would say—follow 


ig that tenible and quite unprece- 

ted д sensution—that some 
kind of soft impact was achieved. We 
must await patiently full details of its 


ошо nel d 


mage. if any 
At that moment, lights flickered up 
n 10 a dim working level. Mong the 
parasympathetic lines of communica- 
tion, messages were buzzing, bringing 
the racing machinery back to its normal. 
even. subdued rhythm. 

IMT itched to talk with his pal 
upstairs bur knew that in this poste 
period. it was quite imposible 


Hc 
would have to wait patiently ший thc 


but 
ounce 10 


moming. He didn't know it now. 
then he would discove 


yerly receptive L. Cs of his de- 


and a 


the с: 
parment that they were im hospital 
Just for observation, you know. No scri- 
ous damage. А few bruises, that was all. 
Be ош in а few days at the most. 
Himself had suffered a bit of shock. Had 
clung to the ledge by his finger tips for 
nearly ten minutes, By then, the fire bri 
gade had rushed to the scene and got опе 
of ity jumping things ready down below 


—you know, the things suitable for 
plunging into from great heights of 


burning buildings. |t had been а rather 
good effort all round. actually, 10017 
would find himself saying. Good, solid, 
dependable bone construction lad 
played a big part. A lor of important 
work to be done in these subsections. Of 
couse, L.C, 10017 wouldn't realize it, 
but he himself would be suffer 
fom shock for а few days, too. 

The chiel engineer of the Fuel Refin- 
ery and Processing Division didn't yet 
know. either. that he would be pleased 
with the coming few days. Quiet, very 
regular consignments of supplies. No 
trouble with richness ratios. since all 
that was nicely balanced and worked 
out by expers in that sort of ihi 


And in the near future, the chief would 
become even more pleased when he 
learned of the merger of the entire 


ion with another dubbed Her 
self by 10017. One result of this merger 
would be that the part of the business 
with which the chief was concerned would 
benefit greatly under the new manag 
ment and good regular consignments 
of supplies would become an everyday 
occurrence, When he finally learned of 

, the chief would grin diat slow grin 
of satisfaction —the one that cells do so 


ingly. 
E 


organi 


ei 


“We play a rather novel kind of cushion billiards here, Carruthers.” 


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GRATEFUL DEAD 


and precise and he cin be devastatingly 
anicalate, his dancing hands playing 
perfect accompaniment to his words.” 


“The thing about us, I guess, is that 
we're not really layin’ anything on any- 
body. 1 mean if you're tellin’ people 
directly how to ‘be right? how to act, 
how to do, if you're talkin’ to people on 
that level, then the kind of feedback you 
get is gonna be more of, like, “You 
promised me this, man, now where is 
й? Tes the -demand-to-speak-to-John- 
Lennon-personally syndrome. Like, 
lime this guy came into our office, this 
fucked-up guy, just walked right up and 
started staring at me in this iniense way, 
й was as if he 


one 


man, and he was so hem 


was about to say some 


hing really impor- 
tant, you know, really urgent, he looked 
like he was on the verge of exploding or 


something, and finally he says, Listen, 
when are you guys gonna get it on, 


(continued from page 108) 


man? Because you know scientology's 
got а good head star But it’s just the 
price you pay for standin’ up in public, 
you get stuff comin’ back at. you. and if 
you're a little fucked up yourself, you 
get fucked-up feedback, that’s ай” 


Another summer Sunday afternoon, 
and I'm driving up to Marin County to 
see a softball game between—get this— 
the Grateful Dead and ihe Jetterson 
Airplane, and just before 1 ger on 
the Golden Gate Bridge I pick up this 
most remarkably scroungy, stringy-haired, 
snaggle toothed hitchhike 
“Wheat Gem,” he са himself, 1 
swear he did—who says he is bo 
Sausalito, and in the slow Sund: 
trathe 1 light up a number 


hippic 


led 


(d for 


bridge 
Mb ra 


her 
grandly offer him a hit. all the while 
coming on (I admit it 
own Мајот Hoople) absolutely. shame- 


at Moment in Sports 


Em freakdom's 


lessly about the € 


“This witches’ coven you've joined —is il 
here in Samford? I don't want to worry about you 
down in the city at all hours.” 


that the editors of 
ly Known Publication 
upon me to cover for them t 
noon, а rm coolly 
smoke 


8 iB 
ad then goes for the 
ag old Goodwill 
gain Basement tweed hacking j 

and outs with . . . gasp! .. . a badge? а 
gun? No, just а saddlesoap tin, the kind 
that’s about twice as big around as а Kiwi 
the way 


which he extends to m 
ıt proffer of lozenges. and 
1 it's full of these Tittle purple 
plets, thousands of them. tiny lavender 
les that slither around inside the 
like collar buttons. when Wheat 
m shakes them gently, saying, 
ough a sudden spray of spitile so 
dense that, as his excitement rises, 1 can 
sometimes almost make show 
ake 
Um 


one 


Г see th 


"poa ora 
in it, “Serve yourself, dad, go on, 


some, shit yeah. all you w 
brother Yogur's got a factory up in 
Sausalito puts out seven hunnert of 
these tabs an hour, it’s good acid, man, 1 
mean Гуе moved over six million dol- 
Lus worth of dope in the last three 
years and nobody's got burnt yer!” 
Yogurt? Six million? 
“Shit yeah, over that. And that don't 
even count the shipload of hash ihe 
Interpol nares shot out from under us 
down at Yucatán last month! Them 
Interpol pigs, man, they're all a bunch 
of Commies or somethin’, fifteen hun- 
nen straight. to the bot 
(The Pacific? Uh. say 
t Germ, Yucatán is. . - ) 
1 mean they tar-petered the 
ive a shit, I 
got me a crew down there right now, 
divin’ for it, 1 mean FI get the bastid 
back, fucking-A dig it, dad. 1 dea 
the big people the really heavy 
dudes, I mean Janis and me was just 


me 


thei 


see, 


like that, dig, and whenever E need 
anything done, 1 just. .. . | mean 1 got 
people all over the fuckin" country work 
in’ for me, man, in my organization 
The Syndicate, me and Yogurt call it, 
heehee-hee. Listen, man, are yon sure 
you can't use a hit of this acid? Because 
Г was just u you know. Т 
wouldn't too much mind doin а lile 


dealin’ to them guys. the Dead and the 
Airplane.” He pauses long enough to 
glance down at the апау of Official 
Accuracy Reporter's Notebooks. spread 
between us on the engine housing, and 
adds, “Reporter, huh? 1 can dig it. 
What dad, à sportswriter or 
somethin’? 


are you 


“1 don't have too much trouble with 
that kinda stuff, dealers and вну: like 
that. Because I think there's a thing 
to it, like bein’ able to say, No. man, 
T don't feel like goin' on that kinda tr ip 
today. And when you learn how to do 
il, you just don’t find yourself їп those 


situations very often. And it's not neces- 
sarily to be putting somebody down, 
or even to be turning down some 
kind of energy exchange or whateve! 
it’s just learning to assume that сист; 


body can understand everything, and 
just tryin’ to communicate with that 
principle always in mind. So 1 don't 


hase too much trouble with those guys, 


actually. . . "^ 


Anyhow, I didn't go to the San Jose 
Acid Test. But a few Saturday nights 
later 1 did make it over to a тацу old 
night club called Ben's Big Beat, in thi 
mud flats beside the Bayshore Freeway, 
for the Palo Alto Acid Test: and th 
what'stheirnames, the Grateful Dead. 
they were there, too, Jerry Garcia pluck- 
strange sonic atonalitics out ol his 
Magic Twanger, backed up by a pair of 
looking boys named Phil Lesh, 
ul Bobby Weir, on 
guitar, and a drummer—Bill 
nn—who looked so young 

nd. fresh-faced that on 


s first 
impulse was to wonder how he got his 


nocent 


momma to let him stay out so late, and, 
mainly, this incredibly gross person who 
played electric organ amd harmonica 
and sang occasional blues vocals—Pigpen. 


someone said his name was—beyond 
а doubt the most marvelously ill-favored 
figure to grace а public platform 


since King Kong came down with stage 
fright and copped out on the Bruce 
Cabot show. He was bearded and burly 
and barrel chested, jowly and scowly and 


growly, and he had long, Medusalike 
hair so greasy it might have been 
groomed with Valvoline, and his 


enance glowered out tuos 
a wolf at bay in a humi 
some stra 
recall, a motoreyelist’s cap, crimped and 
crumpled Hell's. Angel style, and. heavy 
поп аск boots, and the gap between 
the top of his oily Levis and the bottom 
of his taulctale T-shirt exposed a 
halfmoon of distended beer belly as 
pale and befurred as a wedge of moldy 
jack cheese. Sitting up there at that 
little spindlylegged organ, he looked 
enormous, bigger than life, like a gorilla 
at а harpsichord. But the ugly mother 
sure could play! То one as dull of ears 
s 1, who'd always pretty much assumed 
that the only fit place for organ music 
church soller rink, 
those ham-fisted whorehouse chords he 
was hammering out seemed in and of 
themselves to constitute the most satisly- 
ing sort of blasphemy. And sing? The 
way this coarse-voiced ogre snarled his 


ock of 
‚ rank foliage. He wore, as 1 


outside of was the 


unintelligible yet amfithomably inde- 
cent talkin"-blues phrases would curl the 
hers of teenage 


ees fa 


very Devil: 
daughters 
skep as 
night. Vi 
was this Pigp 


© shuddered in the 
way as Burlingame that 
ly. he was wondrous gross, 
; yet such was the subtle 


alchemy of his art that the more he 
profaned love and beauty. the more his 
grossness rendered him beautiful. "Far 
ош!” the teenyboppers and their boy 
friends in Ben's Beat kept 


= Pig woke : 
le Pig worked. "Isn't he 


far 


fuckin’ 
out!” Tt was an expression I'd. not run 


wh 


into before, but even at first hearing it 
seemed destined, if only for its commo- 
dious inexactness, to be with us for a 
while. In any case, it accom 
led Pigpen very nicely; he was 
(deed one Far-out gentleman, no doubt 
about it, nonc at all. 


Summert morning, and I'm 
sitting in the living room of what was 
then Jerry Garcia and Bob Hunter 
house, under the redwoods up a canyon 
avkspur. s north of San 
Francisco, sitting there in an old casy 
chair reworking my notes on last night's 
three sets at the Fillmore (“Ап Evening 
with the Grateful Dead,” the show is 
titled, and Jerry played all three sets, 
ight rough from 8:30 until nearly 
two A.M, two sets with the Dead and 
one with their country-cousin stable- 
mates the New Riders of the Purple 
Sage, and will do the same tonight and 
again tomorrow night, yet while he's 
playing he looks as if he could happily 
go on forever). While I'm sitting there, 
Jerry. yawning and stretching and scratch- 
ig like a freshly dehibernated bear, is 
puttering around the stereo in search of a 
record by a vocalist he's so far identified 
only as "my favorite gil singer" and 
Jenys kidy, Mountain Girl (a great, gor 
geous creature, ап Amazon's Amazon, a 
учу je with r ses, the sort ol 


st 


inspires me to 
cry, the “one-hundyed-sixty- REIS 
poppin'-pulchritude” school of prose) . . 
ahem ... s 1 was saving, Moun 
tain Girl g around in the kitch 


the doorway blinking myopically behind 
his enormous. sleep-frazzled Pecos Pete 
istache), and Hunter's lady, Christy, is 
out back playing with Jerry and. Moun- 
tain’s two kids, and Jerry, dar 
suddenly aglint behind his d 
yellow-tinted glasses, hollers 
or “Aha!” or whatever and plunges his 
hand wrist-deep into a disordered stack 
of albums and comes up with . . . no, по, 
not Joplin. not Grace Slick, not Joni 
Mitchell or Joan Baez or Laura Nyro, 
not even Tina Turner or Big Mar 
Thornton, but . . . Dolly Parton? 
Who'da thought it? Who'd ever have 
supposed that the favorite girl sing 
the spiritual leader of the Heaviest 
Rock-n-Roll Band in the Known World 
would out to be my fave 
girl singer. . . . Dolly Parton, the f 
wildflower that ever bloomed in Tennes: 
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since the prime of Kitty Wells? 
how you say2—flung! Far fuckin’ Hung! 

Jerry's at the turntable now, flipping 
switches and adjusting dials. blowing 
invisible dust off the record with French- 
id fastidiousness, delicately pluckin 
up the tonearm, catching it the way one 
ight pick up a small bur outraged sei- 
ith two fingers just at the base of 


pent, v 
the skull, gingerly almost to the point of 
reverenc nt later the room 
is filled with the exquisitely melancholic 
strains of Dolly Parton's mourning-dove- 
with-a-bioken-w се, keeni 


In this menial insti-too-shun, 


through these ат 
lvs her beautiful Daddy, Come and 


Get Me, about а girl whose husband has 
1 her committed ("to get me ош of 
his way”), and when Dolly comes to the 
lines "Iis not my mind that’s broken 

Ics my heart,” Jerry Garcia, standing 
limned in solt morning sunlight. belore 
the arched front window, turns to me 
nd... remember now, this is (he Jerry 
Garcia, Captain Trips himself, the same 
Jerry Garcia who only 12 hours earlier 
utterly blew out 3000 of the most jaded, 
dope-devastated heads ever assembled 
even at the Fillmore (Dead re 
notorious in that regard) . . . thal Jerry 
Garcia turns 10 me and clasps his hands 
to his breast and rolls his eyes after the 
goofy, gaga fashion of a lovesick swain 
and utters: ecstatic lithe moan and. 
swoons into the nearest chair . . . and 
Tor the next half hour. while our break. 
fast turns cold in the kitchen, he and 
Hunter and 1 sit there im the livin 


room tokin' on а taste of Captain 
Гаруз morning pipe and groovin’ on 
Sweet Dolly's bucolic threnodies about 


lost loves and dying lovers and stillborn 
babes, and by the time her last words 
СО Roben! O Robert") fade. into 
silence, I swear to God there's not a dry 


ny 


to be cternally numbered among the 
Last of the First: ‘Iwas ever thus. even 
in 1966. For by the time I arrived, 


stoned to the eyeballs, at the Longshore- 
men’s Hall in San Francisco for the final 
ht of the Trips Festival. it had some- 


how got to be oue or Iwo or three 
o'clock in the morning, and the Dead 
were packing up their gear and nearly 
everybody had gone home. Some latelin- 


gering hangeron was fiddling with a 
slide projecior. running through old slides 
that one оГ Кемуз Pranksters had 
shot iu the La Honda woods, and even 
as 1 walked into the vast, almost empty 
hall there flashed, purely by cosmic coin- 


cidence—the synch, Tom Wolle named 
it—on a giant screen above the bund 
stand, а gamamtuan medium-close-up 


220 image оГ... right . . . of me, slapped up 


the wall behind th 
some kind of weird wallpaper 
shoulders in monumental proporti: 
my eyes masked behind a 12-foot span of 
impenetrably black wraparound shades 
and my nostrils as big as manholes and 
my tightly pursed mouth, а lurrow. the 
lengıh of the grave of а good-sized dog, 
fixed in what I must have intended 
to resemble a pensive attitude. but that 
now seemed fright with nameless ap 
prehensious (to tell the truth. for all the 
me 1 put in hanging around the edges 
of the La Honda scene, D never did 

i to shake off that vague. 
and uneasiness that 
is the special aflliction of us day-trippers): 
xd, dwarfed by my looming monolithic 
the Grateful Dead. and the 
ıt crews slouched about at the 
sorted chores, a shadowy platoon of 
climbers grouping to scale a on 
two-dimensional Mount Rushmore. АП in 
I. it seemed as appropriate am image 
as any to remember the Trips Festival by, 
so I turned on my heel and split as quick- 
ly as ГА come, 

And that was the very last time I 
sought out the company of any. Rock- 


visage. 


roll Stars. whatsoever, the very List t 
until. 

“Looks like you fell in with 
crowil, man." 

Huh? Hoodat said dat? 


Jerry Garcia, that's who; Jerry G: 
wading through the jack-strewn corpses 
carpeting the floor wall to wall, Jerry 
Garcia grinning down at me, his face 
swimming into focus, his hairy 


slowly 
zoll, almost elfin, Jerry Garcia 
g for the guitar case he stashed 
behind my chair about seven centuries 
ago when this right v ing and so 
was I. АП of which means, lemme see 
now, all of whicl means. . . . 
Sonofabitch, its ove! Three 
three whole sets of the Sweetest Sound 
Side of Pandemonium, five solid 
hours Гуе been cuddled up back here in 
icy congress with a cold tank while out 
front the Dead were raising а rumpus 
loud enough to wake the living and set 
multitude to boogalooing, and I've 
scarcely heard a sound all evening lon, 
save the nitrous oxide whistling t 
the empty chambers of. my mind 
mean, great Scotl, Front Page. you've 
a sory to write, fella, you сат be Ioa 
around back here on your dead 
when. ... 
Prodded 
consciene 


aspect 


vcachi 


К 


sets, 


ass 


dormant 
tentions, 
ith the 

T am 


t last by my lon 
. goosed by good i 
eyeballs bulging maniacally w 
«Пот to Pull Myself Together 
halfway to my feet when Jeny, who by 
now has retrieved his guitar case and 
made his way back to the doors, tu 
and halis me with ed hand. 

What's he says 


in upra 


hurry still 
“The tank's mot empty yet, 


your 


I blink as this highly relevant bit 
of intelligence illuminates my socked-in 
consciousness, and when T look again 
Jerry is gone, vanished like the Cheshire 
Gat, leaving just the memory of his gr 
hanging in mid-air ro mark. his passi 
Aud the nest thin; 
my chair once more, 
hose 


I know I'm back in 
the 


ind. somehow 
Шу, like а Га 
cobra, from the writhing nirmoil on the 
floor to meet my outstretched h 
Tam thinking Yeah, right. just another 
lil toke or two for the road. and then 
ТИ get a good nights меер so I can 
come back tomorrow night all primed 
and cocked to. . . 


“An Evening with the Grateful Dead,” 


Fillmore West, frst set, raw Official 
Accuracy Reporter notes. considerably re 
fined and amplified after the fact: The 


Acoustic Dead lead off. Bill the Drum- 
mer and the three guitars (all acoustic, 
no electronic augmentation) and Pig, his 
cleciric organ. temporarily supplanted by 
an old upright piane—they open w. 
Cumberland Blues, much finc. Ыис 
gitar pickin’, good downhome 

like “a lotta 
bloooze, / he cain't win for looo-zin’ "— 
sounds like it came straight out of App: 
(didn't tho—Hunter wrote и)— 
it just vite, his husky te 
'entleness sort o 
unnaturally soft but with 
gulp that makes me thi у 
ог the way Hank Williams sings Honky 
Tonk Blucs—]G's voice's sweetness belies 
its tuffness, and is in perfect counterpoint 


to the uncompromising pessimism of 
s Iyrix—scems 10 me the Dead 

are carrying their years in this m 

grinder racket really well, aging grace- 


fully—Bobby Weir still has the face of 
debauched Renaissance choirboy, beauti- 
fully modeled features, there аге mo- 
mts when he looks like a dissolute 
у when he does backup vocals 
JG (or solo, as en Truckin’ and 
several others) he sings in not 
quite his own, the kind of voice t 
skims across the top of the glottis and 
comes out sounding like it never 
plumbed the depths of the throat at all 
—Pig's piano has that fine country-hoi 

Kie-Gospel kind of plinki relbouse 
gait thats perfect for the back to-the 
roots thing the Dead are into т 
—Pig has somehow shed 30, maybe 75 
pounds in the five years since that п 
I Ben's Big Beat and now stands re- 
vealed as whit he was ай the time 
beneath that S. Clay Wilson-ogicish exte- 
rior, а fierce-looking little guy in cowboy 
funk, boots and low-slung, Levis and oily 
leather sheepherders coat, a banered 
Sıetson with its rolled brim cocked so 
low over his eyes that his tough, pinched 
Jiule face is barely visible above his 
scragely goatee, € 
—Phil Lesh al 


voi 


е days 


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“I just play the way I play, T play 
what I like to hear. I don't really think 
about guitar players anymore, 1 think 
about 1 like music, you know 
what Т When I buy records I 
don't buy guitar players, I buy . . . 
music. Because all those guys, they're 
just learning lo play the guitar, just like 
I am, and I don't listen to them much, 
because that'd be like learning [rom m 
You know? They've derived all their 
shit from the same shit I've derived. all 
my shit from, No, I listen to the real 
Mit if I'm lookin’ for ideas musically, 
guitarwise and so forth, 1 go to the 
masters, not to the other students. Like 
Django Reinhardi, or B. В. King, you 
know, guys who really play. But the 
main thing is that 1 play music because 1 
love music, you know, and all my lije 
Tre lowed musc, and as Ive gotten 
more and more into lookin’ at the 
whole, over-all thing. And that's where I 
That...” 


music, 
mean? 


ат now, doin’ 
шщ the habitués of the perform 
nge backstage at the Fillmore is 
this tall, rangy, loose-limbed, spacy-look 
ing young freak—the Sunnyvale Ex 
press. they call him—who, during the 
breaks, is never far Irom Jeny Garcia 
didle of friends and admires, usually 


ers’ do 


s 


toying idly with a g 1 
picking out disconnected phrases and 


fragments. to whatever. con 


just noodli 


underscore 
g on around him, noth- 
ing spe є à bit of bluegrass. there 
а snippet of flamenco or a rock vill or 
whachaveyou, anything at all, apparent- 
ly, that comes to mind. It's obvious he's 
a Garcia fan, bur there is about him 
none of that carnest innocence and. hu- 
miliy that can Чо so much toward 
making even us hero worshipers а toler- 
able lot; rather, the Sunnyvale Express" 
whole bearing and manner bespeak the 
languid arrogance of a coxcomb, and a 
couple of times I've spotted him ey 
Jerry with а look of ill-disguised envy. 
He is here again tonight with his old 
lady. an impossibly beautiful but other 
worldly looking redhead n 
yourself) The Burning Bush, who paints 
her eyelids dead black like Theda Bara 
and wears antique crusied-velvet. vamp 
costumes, the two of them lounging in 
an old threadbare armchair near the 
couch where Jerry sits talking animated- 
ly to а rockmagazinc interviewer. As I 
cross the big room toward them, the 
Sunnyvale Express disentangles himself 
from the several pale, entwining limbs 
of The Burning Bush, rises slowly from 
his chair. takes up his guitar, props one 
foot on the arm of Jerry's couch and 
announces, in а voice as somnolent with 
dope as а sleepwalker's, "Now Tm 
play jus like ole G ў 
And with that he launches into what 
has to be accounted. at I on the face 
of it, one of the most dazzling virtuoso 
performances Tve ever heard, claw 
great fisifuls of sound off the bass strings 
picks the high notes off with 
blinding music-box precision and delica- 
cy. playing. as far as T can determine, no 
particular song bur rather a kind of 
collage, а mosaic—all right, а medley, 
then—of those staccato riffs that аге 
almost a Garcia signature, not chords 
but swift. rushing runs of single 
notes in which cach note is reso: 
sonorouslv deep yet somehow 
sharp. bright, never murky or muddy 
Closing my eyes, T can at first almost 
make myself believe it is Jerry himself 
who is swathing my mind like i 
turbaned head in layer upon 
silken sound: but after a minu 
be sense that for аЙ its resonant 
vibrancy. the Sunnyvale Express’ playing 
desperately wants the very quality that 
Jerry's is richest in, call it density or 
warmth or even, if you must. soul, and 
that the only ingredient the Express can 
replace it with is а sour mix of envy and 
insolence and sullen mockery. His pla 
5 pically perfect but as devoid 
of human fecling for the music as a 
player piano tinkling away on an empty 
sage; one whose first interest was in 
listening to the rel thing had as well 
attend a concert featuring an oyster 
playing One Meatball on the piccolo. 


"оппа 


‘cia, here 


ng 


even as he 


bass 
ily 
clear 


swami's 
layer of 
or so I 


n to 


ing is tech 


So it is no surprise to discover, when I 
look again, that the same old Sunnyvale 
Express is playing still. Just behind him, 
leaning forward in her chair, sits the 
Burning Bush, her darkringed eyes 
glazed with rapture, her right hand lost 
to the wrist between her lover's parted 
thighs, cupping and fondling his crotch 
in the upturned palm. And around 
them, on the couch and in the other 
chairs, Jerry and his friends sit listening 
and watching, their [aces stonily impas 
sive, When, after he's played for maybe 
five minutes or so, the Express senses at 
last the chilly iudillerence with which 
his efforts ave being received, he abrupt- 
ly stops playing. favors his implacable 
audience with an elaborately phlegmatic 
shrug and turns and drifts off toward 
the far end of the room, the Burning 
Bush floating along beside him, her busy 
hand now wandering aimlessly, crablike, 
across his narrow rump. 

“Whew, that guy.” says Jerry wearily, 
rising 10 go out front for his set with the 
New Riders. “He's, like. my own per- 
sonal psychic bedbug.” Then, brighten- 
ing, he adds, "But you know, 1 need 
guys like him around, everybody docs. 1 
mean. they keep us honest, you know 
wha 


рип, тези: The G 
ing to save the world 


teful Dead 


e try- 


“I don't think of music as a craft. see. 
Like when Em writing songs, I don't sit 
down and assemble stuff. Because music 
lo me is more of а flash than а craft, so 
that somethin’ comes to me and that's 
the thing ГЇЇ bother. to isolate, you 
know, the stuff that nudges its way out 
of the subconscious and you sorta go 
Oh! and suddenly there's a whole melo 
dy in your head. And it happens just 
often enough lo seem like a, you know, 
like а flow, I mean I recognize the 
mechanism, | know what it is as op 
posed to everything else. And that ends 
up to be the stuf] I can live with a long 
lime, and that's a thing I think about à 
lot, too. . . 


So here we атс, me and ole Wheat 
Germ, smack in the middle of your 
typical sunny Sunday afternoon 
small, semirural suburb in upper Mari 
County, and well under way is your 
typic game in your typical 
small-town municipal ball park: chicken- 


wire backstop, rickety wooden bleach- 
ers along both base lines, scrofulously 
short 


field, sh 


ion 


barren 
your re 
Amurricaplaying scene as it 
every summer Sunday mot just here in 
Marin County but from sca to shining 
sca, lots of good cold beer and good 
fellowship and good-natured ump 
baiting .. . and, here today among these 

devotees of the national p 


is enacted 


time, an abundance of good vibes 


amount of gooooooad dope. 
ously coilled 50 or 60 
ids here today аге not 
ordinary garden-va 


г chompers and thei 
Cowbell Annies who customa 
to the umpire bait 
Such undershirts 


пау tie-dyed, 


1 Bride of Fran 
re almost unanimously pretty, 
ight. No more do those 


ot a frump 


posts upon 
bear more than 


its anonymous oppo- 
is that the Mighty Casey at 


the awful truth (may 
Mor Spink, up there 
1 the Sky, be s 
that the freaks afield ате Jeler- 


low who just sti 
е John the B 
cia, guitarist. extraordi- 


(s Jerry G: 
aire but a 
was one. And the umpire just now being 
ted, that scowly little dude with the 


ds baseball cap. 


‚ choose one. 


g it through 
the sickly-sweet blue smaze of the dr 
genuine pisscutter 
isal has, as 


devil drug. 


of а ball game—which appr 


“You take him. I’m on a salt-[ree diet.” 


Scorer is reputed to have 
. nought to do with who's win- 
ning (the Airplane, by about ll to 
bout six, nobody seems to know cx- 
actly) or losing. but solely with How 
‘They're Playing the Game. For if the 
Great Scorer ever looked in on this co 
test. He'd probably take His ball and go 
home: because these weirdos are simply 
having much more fun than this moldy 
old sport was ever intended 10 provide 
Most of them play like the guys who 
ys made the second str 1 high 
ly got game: 
ter on the benches 
and base paths. no end of hot-pepper 
azzle-dazzle when they're chucking the 
old pill around the infield, but complete 
and utter panic when they somehow get 
themselves involved in ictual honest- 
to-god play. The Airplane, for instance, 
has a beautiful, big-bearded guy wearing 
bib overalls in the outficll who circles 
frantically under pop flies like а man 
with one leg shorter than the other, 
hollering “Me! Me! Me! Me!" and 
waving his arms as though besieged 
by a swarm of bees, but who, to my 
dmittedly none-too-reliable recollection, 
has yet to lay а glove on the ball. And 
Jerry G impressively 
around the Dead's hot corner. until he 
n his direction, at 
h point he instantly goes into such 
gleeful paroxysms of excitement that he 
amt possibly execute the pl: 
What they lack in skill, though, they 
more than make up for in élan, jawing 
nd guzzling beer in the on-deck 
circle and squawking "Wl 


ddya waitin’ 223 


PLAYBOY 


224 of his 


don 


for, Christmas?" at batters who t 
choose 10 swing at every pitch within 
bats length of the plate. So that when, 
along about the fifth. Mickey H 
ume second drummer for the 
bounces one out of the park over the 
low fence in deep left field, and a fu- 
tious hassle ensues along the third-base 
line over whether or пог Pig should have 
ruled it а ground-rule double instead of a 
homer—both te g up and 
down the base paths and. gesticulating 
wildly and turning the air yet another 
shade of blue with good old-fashioned 
cussing plain and biney—one under- 
stands immediately that behind all their 
histrionics the players are taking. enor- 
mous delight in. burlesquing these hoary 

Is. and at the © time one 
that behind that is a pro: 
abiding respect—reverence, 
even—for the very traditions. they are 
pretending to make light of. Which in 
turn gocs it long way toward explaining 
how it is that the Dead, who not long 
ago were plunging ever deeper into the 
howling wilderness of electronic 
«імп, are now workin 
within the relatively strict, 
tal forms of stay-at-home country 
d blues. It may even help explain why 
Mickey Hart, alter he has negotiited the 
knot of wrangling dialccticians around 
ben and tagged the plate, trots € 
rectly over to where I'm sitting with my 
ubiquitous notebook spread upon my 
knee, and says, gr proudly, "Lis- 
ten, man. I don't give а shit what you 
write about my drümmin, but you be 
sure and put that fuckin’ homer in, OK? 
Anyhow. all those heady speculations: 
aside, there remains опе mor D 
ing lille distinction 
contest and. your iu 
softball game: to wit: Th: 
young ch: 
cagerly. proflering 
that. something or 
round tin he's 4 : 
vendor. As a matter of emt 
he's none than the nord Wheat 
Germ, my very own n mill 
sone: and judging from the withering 
scowls his attempts to peddle his wares 
have been drawing all afternoon, busi- 
ness is bad. exceeding bad. Evidently, 
the Dead's and the Airplane’s respective 
rooting sections prefer. their tradesmen 
to come Il—considerably 
cooler than Whe 
advertised 56,000,000. worth of. expe 
ence in these affairs: notwithstandin 
has already forgotten the cardinal pre- 
n: Nobody 
Wheat 


ms stormi 


old à 


senses too 


found and 


fundame 


usic 


¢ disconcei 
berweei 


Today's 
Sunday 
unwashed 
tively but 
first this freak, he 
other from the 


p over there. f 


1 


other 


Ilion 


m, who, his self- 


cept of his chosen. prol 
loves а pushy 
Germ 


Poor old 
even from where I n the 
thi t 
that he's trying way too hard. buttonhol- 
ing fans while they're trying to watch 
Paul Kantner strike out Jerry Garci: 
spraying them with the humid spindrift 
nthusiasm, generally conducting 


sher. 


n ne: 


4. its app: 


himself in a manner likely to gee I 
reprimand from the De: 
Ethical Practices Committee if the word 
gets around. 

Which is all the same to me, actually. 
except that as T ponder the obdurate 
sales resistance his cheap-Jack wheed! 
seems to be eliciting in the market place 
it begins to occur to me that it just 
might not be in my best interest to 
associate myself too closely with 
| in the company 
all. despite t ble fact 
1 
tions in High Places that brought 
here in the first place—thereby m: 
Wheat Germ in a sense the corpor 


lers Association's 


this 


pari. present 


marg 


him 


embodiment of my vanity, my alter ego 
псагпаас—1 am nonetheless à. Responsi- 
ble Card-Carrying Member of the Fourth 


Estate and, as such, it behooves me . - 

oh Christ. here he comes now, heading 
straight. for me, wearing the rueful hang: 
dog look of a man whos just suffered 
purdown upon putdown, everybody'll 
see that he's with me and suppose 1 got 
no more cool than he docs and TH 
never get within hollerin’ distance of 
the Dead again and . . . it positively 
behooves me to maintain at all coss n 
credibility in the eyes of these the sul» 
jects of my report to my vast readershi 
one aight almost say T owe й 
public to cook this albatross’ goose some 
how. to sneak away hom him or pretend 
I don't know him or offer to drive him 


to the bus station or... . 
We need guys like him, they keep us 
honest. Jeny Garcia's own true words 


echoing up from some lost recess of my 
memory, and even as E hear them I hear 
100 my own voice saying. aloud aud 
straining to convey the heartiness I'm 
nying hard to feel, vet in a kind of 
secret harmony with Jerry's words, "Hey 
listen, Wheat Germ, the New Riders 4 


playin’ at the Family Dog tonight, and 
m 


Гус got an exta ticket. You want to 
come along?" 

And as his snaggle-toothed grin chases 
the despair Irom Wheat Germ's unlovely 
countenance, 1 am smote by yet another 
Cosmic Axiom. this one more or less of 
my own making: Опе mun’s р the 
s the man's psychic bedbug. 
1. you never know when you 


might need one. 


ni 


ass 


nest 


PIGPEN: Hey, Magazine, у wanna know 
the secret of m! success? 
(eagerly): Yeah. sure, hell yes! 

(growling solto voce behind his 

mock furtive as а Disneyland 
Loxy): Take thirty-five percent off 
ad split! 

“Well 1 think the Grateful Dead is 
basically, like, а good, snappy тост 
roll band, 1 mean that's its basic charac 
ter. So when we do country stuff, [or 
instance, people sometimes tend to think 


hand, 


ve suddenly gotten very pure, very 
direct. Bul we don't actually do it very 
purely or directly at all, compared to, like, 
Roy Acuff, say. And if we're talking 
aboul country music, we have to compare 
it to those kind of guys. Т mean, when 
we play it, i's still шз...” 

“An Evening with the GD": тоте 
west, second. set, new riders of the pur- 
ple sage: g pedal secl, d. 
torbert on bass, david nelson. on. electric 
guitar, mickey hart on drums, and most 
of all, marmaduke. nee john dawson 
vocalisi-lyricist-acoustic guitarist, lovely lit 


tle guy alb decked out (unlike other 

id new riders in their shitkicker 
roughrider cowboy funk) in highstyle 
wetan sartorial splendor, dude duds, 
handembioidered cowboy shir, hand- 
tooled high-heel boots, trimly blocked 
stetson atop incongruously long pale 
blond locks, a psychedelic roy тошту 
hey open w the great dave dud- 
ley truckdriver song six days on 
the woad, leap blithely from that to the 


stones! dope-disease-and-dark-night-ol-th 


soul song connection, then to етту, 
very funny rock^n^rollicker by m 
duke, about the travails of а dope v 

(. . . went to Acapulco / to tum. 


wollen key. . . .") who geis hin 
pvolyed in a wild keystone kops 
саг chase after sampling his own wares 
(‘henry tasted, he got wasted / couldn't 
even see... "(crowd loves it, fillmore 

as 


by now and they're una the 
enthusiasm for the ne 
duke onstage is really something to 
watch. he's so fresh, so ingenuous, so 
enthralled by the whole rock^n^rollst; 
tip, even backstage he can hardly keep 
his hands off his guitar, and out front 
when the crowd shows it ¢ he 
blushes and grins all ove: e and 
practically wags his tail with delight— 
new riders do 2 more marmaduke songs, 
dirty business and the last. lonely cagle 
(which vr. reporter, ripped again, keeps 
hearing as the last lonely ego. but fort 
ely does not fail 10 note that gard 
plays brilliantly on it despite the fact 
that he's only taken up the pedal steel 
seriously in the т or so. nonc 
of thar mawkish, wh haw 
chant терор: his pedal steel, like his 
itar, is crisp and intense. it weeps, of 
wouldn't be a pedal steel if it 
didn't—but_ its properly melancholy, 
never merely sentimental)—then mar- 
maduke does a yodeler that | don't 
recognize (yodeling? in the fillmore?), 
then they finish off the set by bringing 
feet with the 
woman—as marma- 
happily, basks im the 
rm applause, it occurs to me th: 
guys rank right up there near the 
top of the lower order of eternal veri 
ock 'n`roll stars may come and go, 


marmt 


las ye 


апа 


ny, 


war 


howe to its 
stones’ honky tonk 
duke, beaming 


the whole 


“You have completely changed, Mr. Begby, since we 
entered French territorial waters.” 


PLAYBOY 


225 


but therell always be the sons of the 
pioneers. 


Backstage again, and I've retreated to 
the remotest corner of the lounge to 
work for a few minutes on my notes on 
the New Riders’ set. I'm just getting 
fairly deep into it when I begin to leel 
that creeping uneasiness that signals 
another presence, close at hand and watch- 
ing me intently. 1 lift my eyes relucta 
ly from my notebook and find myself 
facc to face with a small child, just 
toddler, a litle boy about year old, 
standing there right next to the arm of 
my chair, his wide blue eyes fixed on my 
moving ballpoint. He has rust-red ha 
brushed neatly Hat, and a round, f. 
face upon which has settled an expres- 
sion as solemn as а judge's. And he very 
definitely docs mof, let it be sud here 
and now for reasons that will momen- 


tarily become apparent, resemble Jerry 
Garcia in any way, shape or for 

“Hi spon," I greet the bo: 
him the pen. "Yo 
thing: 

"Oh lord, baby, don't go bothering 
people that way, sweetheart, Is he both- 
cring you? 

The mother, presumabl 
der b'onde, very pretty in a sort of p 
bloodless way, oddly brittle-looking some 
a china figurine off some Victorian 


offering 


te some 


how 
parlors whatnot shelf, or pe 
her plaid wool skirt and cardig: 
and plastic barrettes and silk stockings 
and penny loafers, a portrait by Andrew 
Wyeth, Here amid this tribe of weird 
Aquarian savages, she seems, im every 
sense that the phrase can conjure, out of 
time. 

No, he's fine, 
ping a page 


I reassured her, Nip- 
notebook for the boy 


i my 


“Some of you may be wondering what application any 
this could possibly have to the real world of drugs.” 


to leave his mark on. “Let him write; he 
probably understands it all better than I 
do anyhow.” 

Are you writing something about the 
ad?” she asks, D own up to it and 
ime the magazine Fm doing it for. 
"Oh." she says, “that’s very interesting. 
Because Jerry Garcia, well, hes. you 
know,” she rolls her eyes significantly 
10ward the kid. who by now 
ously inseribing his hieroglyphic auto- 
graph in my notebook, "he's Little Jerry's 
the 
i, beg pardon, ma'am, but, heh-heh. 
1 could've sworn you said. . . . 

His true father, E mean. He's his true 
the 
My 
from Jerry's son 
the ones that go 
babe / And one in Ch 
еп T cop апо 
weanling at my with his sober 
delfrbluc eyes and that red hair, and 
istantly the next lines of the song come 
to mind: “First one say she gor my 
child, / But it don't look ac." Which 
is to say either that the girl is some kind 
of shakedown artist, or that she is, as the 
quaint old phrase so delicately had it. 
berelt of reason. Because if this kid is 
Jerry Garcia's offspring, then 1 am Wal- 
ter Winchell. 

“And you know wha 
on. "I came all the way out here from 
Stockton on the Greyhound, just so he 
could see Linle Jerry, and | paid my 
way im tonight just Tike everybody січ 
and T talked the door guy into lettin 
me come backstage and everything, and 
then when I said Hi to Jerry and held up 
the baby to him and all, he acted like, 
know, like he didt even 
- Which I just don't understand. wh 


first Hash is to those two ines 
Friend of the De 
vife in Chino. 


she hurr 


dno 


ye 


wrong, | mean, | sure hope its not 
because of something Tve, you know, 
done or anything...” 

True father indeed, But t 1 
cam plainly hear, through the of 


words. the faint rattle of hysteria that 
bespeaks a screw loose somewhere, 

1 just hope he’s not, you know, mad 
at me or someth lds, bending 
id cluich him 
s if to de 


" she 


ug." 
to swop up Little Jerry 
defensively to her breast, 
sirare that nothing in the living world 
terrifies her quite as much 
thought of Jerry. Garcia in а хий. 
cause 1 certainly don't know what I 
could've. you know, don » 

My pen slips from Little Jerry's moist 
nd clatters to the floor, Rising to 
L offer her what meager reas 
muster. “I wouldn't worry 
too much if I were you.” I tell her 
lamely, “Jerry's pretty busy these days, 
bly just didnt... ." 
were very close, me 
Jerry are. Like, you take the last ti 
п. last April I think it was, why, 1 
just walked right up to him, right on 


on- 


outside this building, and said, 
you know, Hi! And he said Hi back, 
and smiled, and sort of patted the baby 
on the head and everything. And that's 
why Fm afraid he must be mad about 
something. Because this time he just, 


the stre 


you know, walked right on by like he 
didit even see ust” 
The gil is beginning now to look as 


distraught as shc sounds; her cheeks are 
flushed and several strands of hair have 
pulled loose from the barrettes to da 
gle limply at her temple 
ell with tears, She is, as 
All to Pieces, and 
composure shatiers I can read in the 
crazed web of striations а case history of 
ether accu- 


rate 
well as if it wer 

Two years ago she was a carhop in а 
Stockton ASW root-beer stand, and that 
night summer before last when she 
got herself knocked up, the redheaded 


Stockton College dairy-and-animal-hus- 
bandry major who took her and two 
sivpacks out on the levee i 


Mu 


ng played the Grateful Di 
his eight-track stereo while he pumped 
drunkenly atop her in the back seat, 
and she heard, in midzygote as it were, 
not the redhead's sodden grunting but a 
tue dream lovers voice, his honeyed 
lips just at her саг whispering what 
somehow seemed—even though she didn't 
exactly, you know, understand it 
the sw 
body had ev 
life: 


etest, tenderest, loveliest t 
r said to her, ever 


in her 


Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, 
Writing “What for?” the 
morning sky. . . . 


across 


Jerry Garcia of course. ready, as al- 
ways, with the right word at the right 
moment. And since fr night for- 
ward she never once saw or heard from 
and-animal-husband- 
gain, whereas she could 
car from Jerry Garcia а time sie 
wanted to, merely by playing a Grateful 
the $29.95 Victor portable 
bought on sale at the discount 
store with her first week's wages from the 
stand, we-e-e-lll A 
" she whimpers wretchedly, 
“we don't want nothing from him, not 
one il t yowd think he could've 
at least reckanized his own Пећ and, you 
know. blood. . . 

Well, it occurs to me to observe. there 
are an awful lot of people around here 
tonight, most likely he really didn't see 
you. But then it also occurs 10 me that 
she is already quite clear on that tedi 
nicality, and that аг as she is con- 
cerned it’s altogether beside the point; 
according to her lights, a man is obliged 
to sce and recognize the fruit of his own 
loi any crowd. he is. 
how, before Т 

the gi 


the redheaded dai 


And 
first. word, 


n utter the 
suddenly squeaks, 


“Oooo! There he ist” and takes 
the other end of the roc 


over cloud of her tooty-frooty dime-store 
perfume, still biting the air and tying 
to think of something to say. She 
headed, as you might expect, for Jer 
Garcia himself, who stands at the far end. 
of the lounge talking to Pigpen and Phil 
Lesh and Zonk the G. 


n's handsome 


wife Candace and Bob Weir's beautiful, 
Garboesque. girlfriend Frankie: and as 
she s for them I see, over her shoul- 


der, those great blue eyes of Little Jerry's 
gazing back at me, р as a lemur's 
stare. 

The girl marches resolutely up to 
Jeny and thrusts the baby at him and 
announces herself —I can't hear what she 
says, but irs doubtless some such com: 
monplace pleasantry as “Allow me to 
present your own flesh and, you know. 
blood ——" Aud Jerry looks at her with 
an expr n so blankly devoid of rec. 
ion that for an instant Im afraid 
ideous litle slice-of-life drama is 
about to happen, that amy second now 
she's going to whip out a 44 and start 
blazing Jerry or herself or 
Candace and Frankie or whomever a lady 
in her frame of mind might settle on as 
а fit target for her ire. 

But when at last ] 
lights up with that fabled be 
and he says Hello or whatever and bends 
to peer closely at the baby, then at her, 
and, still smi 
is even in them such 
palpable quantity of gentleness and gen- 
erosity that she is utterly disarmed and 
undone. She blushes and shies and smiles 
back at him, and after a moment she 
shoulders the baby once more and goes 


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As the door closes after her, Jerry turns 
back to the others and delivers himself 
of one of those exaggerated, palmsup- 


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Dead is still quite as safe a calling as. 
say, playing first base for the Philadel- 
phia Phils in 1949... . 

“Guys in other bands have that kind 
of stuff a lot, there'll be five or six 
chicks runnin’ around all the time sayin’ 
they're somebody's old lady, that. kind 
of trip. But we don't get too much of 
that sort of thing, actually, we're all 
kind of ugly for that. Ugly but honest, 
that’s us. Hey, theres a good title for 
you. ‘Ugly But Honest.” A'course, we 
ain't all that honest, either. Maybe just 
“Ugly” is good enough. . 


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"an evening with the gd." fillmore, 
third set, full complement dead. (garci 


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bill the drumm 
own, insisting on 
id are delightedly 1 


follow that w. merle hagg 
tender honky tearjerker mama tried, 
then it’s a man's world with pig doi 
a very creditable james-brown-in-whi 
face, then buddy holly’s not fade away. gui 


"s tomtom and making... a whole һом of phantoms. troupers 
. demanding it, 10. the Там. crawling out of this oh 
nding wormy woodwork and rising up from 
п. one by one laying down the rankest, dankest depths of the mem 
ıs and drumsticks and leaving the огу of man to join the living Dead for 
working through their repertory the way center of the stage to pig and jerry. frst one last encore, just listen to the racket, 
painter might put together a reno- weir, then hart and lesh, then even bill Bill the Drummers heavy anillery is 
spective, displaying their influences, put- the drummer, leaving their posts to pounding at my temples and Mickey 
ting the audience through the same join the crew of groupies and quippies Hart is laying into his Jour great shim- 
changes the dead themselves have been and buddies and wives and old ladies mering gongs until Ihe pandemon 
subject te—it is eclecticism im its very а the rear of ube stage back against the itself is all anemble with thei 
best and highest sense, and the audience, lightshow screen among the throbbing and my back teeth 

у му jacked wp by the first blobs, greeting friends and accepting Lesh and Weir are ripping fur 
two sets. ds E strongly to і tokes on whatever gets passed their way, the faces of their guitars and the crowd 
the upturned faces near the stage. awash beer or joints or cokes or ripple, and is screaming as il that enormous palpitat 
with the splashover of swirling colors just jerry and pig and the audience are ing blood-red blob of light behind the 
from the light show, seem almost to glow — left to mind the music. jerry's guitar band were the faming dawu of dooms 


and h 
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with enthusiasm and delight, and each weaving incredible intricacies in front day, and. Jerry's guitar is winding out 
time the band takes up a different song of the rhythmic whipawck of applause, shrill silvery coil of sound that spirals 
there arises from out there in the dark pig chanting his unholy litany (7... so up and up and up until, whining like 


a wild chorus of voices, dozens of them come awn bay-beh, baby please, | i'm û brain surgeon's drill. it bores straight 
from even the farthest corners of the beggin’ ya bay-beh, and i'm on my knees. through the skull and sinks its spinning 
hall, whooping and howling and yipping . . 7) like a man possessed by a whole shaft into the very quick of my mind, 
like coyotes baying at the moon, aa-oo0- mob of randy, rampant demons, and and Pig. a rag doll bufleted by hot 


12-00000, savage, animal, now jerry too puts down his gui blasts of ecstasy gusting up from 3000 


E one knows instinctively they leaves, and it’s just pig up tl burning throats, flings himself into a 
do only for the dead. in honor of the th his tambourine and his snarl (7. . demented lite St. Vitus's dance of de- 
La christian missionary would get light, all i need. . . .") and monic glee and howls the kamikaze cry 


о is plunging headlong imo 
the void, the last word beyond which 
all sound is rendered meaningless as 
silence. . . . 


such a scene as his S000-mun rhythm section keeping of one wl 
this—now bob weir, looking like a full- time, keeping time, i've never belore «с 
color, slick-paper idealization of billy the sidered (^... huh! . . ”) wh 
kid on a dime-mag cover. sings truckin’, pression really means, the 
hunter's leisurely, laid-back ramble about — undertaken to tend and cherish the be 
the vicissitudes of life on the road with until the band comes back (". . . i ju 
the dead (“busied | down on bourbon git sum, йз all i need. . . 
street / set up bowlin' pin... 7), sumes its stewardship, the whole “When 1 talk 
puts me i d of those old-timy toddli arrangement amounts to a very special talkin’ about people who make music 
tunes like side by side, only with more kind of trust, we are ( huh! . ..") not just people who are technically ре 
substance, gene kelly and donald o'connor not just audience but keepers of the fect. Music bein’ That Thing Which 
with soul—-they follow that with two more flame, we are of the grateful dead, with Gels You Off. I mean thats just my 
hunter songs, uncle john's band and them (7... got ta keep pooshin', all i definition of that word. And when you're 
casey jones, amd by the time casey  need....") amd for them and of Пет... playin’, and really Gettin’ ОЈ that way, 
(divin that wain / high on cocaine. BLAM! irs like when you've drivin? down a road 
) is highballing down the wack It's the crack of doom or the frst past an orchard, you know, and you 
toward 1 fateful encounter with train shot. of the revolution. or anyhow a look out and at first all you can see is 
the crowd is on its leet and chugging cherry bomb that. Pig has somehow set just another woods, a bunch of trees all 
14 down. it is the бай, a great off just at his feet, a Cloud of dense gray jumbled up together, like there's no 
Д ,"9 form to il. it's chaos. But then you come 
he is plainly Joa certain point and. suddenty—zing! 
nd without my zingt zing!—there it is, the order, the 
Trees all lined up perfectly no matter 
which way you look, vo you cun see the 
real shape of the orchard! I mean you 
know s 


gobbled up in seconds i 


YEEEEEEEE- 
O-0-0-O0-O0OWWWWWWWWW! 


about musicians, Fin 


up 
joyous surging mass of energy hurtling smoke still boils up around him, 


mo the uncharted darkness of lor 
jd it doesn't stop when the 


ч any doubt 
anic manifestation, 
song ends but charges right on into love — noticing them the other Dead have stolen 
fight with just the scantest pause to catch Баск 10 their places and taken up their 
its breath, pig taking the throttle now, instruments, and at the signal of the 
sruning around onstage with his ram- cherry bomb the song blasts into life 
bourine whirring in his hand and his hat . the decibel count is astronomical, hat 1 mean? And as you move 
cocked low and mean, dangerous, snarling the crowd is shriek: e hysterically “0P8. Ш gets away from you, it turns 
and fierce (7i all! / i jes ман. cestatic voice and the volume of the PCR inio chaos again, but now it doesn't 
па leee tions as raw music is so great it swallows up the very Mer, because now you understand, 1 
and lewd and laden with insinuation asa shriek isell: by a single diabolic stroke Mean now you know the secret... 7” 
ival kootch-show pitchman’s hype a multitude 5000 has suddenly ЖКА. 
(git yo" hands outta yo" pockets and been struck dumb. the din is enough — Wantad in the Berkeley Barb: 
turn on yo" Love light"), and every now 1o wake even the moldering spirits of ИИТ AUER 
d then i seem to hear a line of such — those moribund old poets who once set write same, lon: 
игеп, unbounded lickerishnes (dew myiad toes atapping in the hallowed Bay Ar : 
yew lak ta fucuctickkkk?") that i start and hall, 1 cin almost see them now, Vaughn warmth, "Titus Canby. Box 700, 
blink and wonder did he really say t id Wayne King the Walz Milpitas, Calif. 95035. Any age. 
nd the whole thing builds and builds, King and Clyde McCoy. and Ginny i 
. 15, 20, and now the audience Sims and the Ink Spots and Fran 
ing to keep time, they have Yankovic and Ralph Flanagan and the 4 
i masse as опе enormous Hilltoppers and Кау Kyser and His their Grateful Dead Freak, по gay, 
synchronized syncopated single-minded Kollege of Musical. Knowledge and @%™ + + 
226 rhythm section, taking up the beat from Horace Heidt and His Musical Knights Be 


sto 
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at? Monroe 


Hmmm, lemme see new. . . . Dear 
Titus: [ am a 38-going-on-39-year-old 


“Bul just because you no longer conduct experiments, master, 
doesn't mean 1 have to stop snaiching bodies!" 


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