OVER a hundred miles from Detroit, but still in the heart of the automotive-industry country, there’s an annual veteran-car event that is going into its third year. Throughout Woodland (which properly ought to be written WOODland, since it is the area within sound and sight range of stations WOOD and WOOD-TV in Grand Rapids) more than a hundred vintage cars will be rolling over the roads of Western Michigan on May 25 and 26.
Re your preview of The Age of Roosevelt (April, 1957) by Arthur M. Schlesinger, “now a Professor of History at Harvard,” I ask: is this history? Like most eggheads, the author thinks and expresses himself so that anyone who differed with F.D.R. “hated him.”
Ushers in style: New quartet of Yardley products in gift box. After Shaving Lotion, Invisible Talc in aluminum shaker, Hair Tonic, and Shower Shampoo, $4.95*. Buxton contour billfold in pin-seal leather with handsome molded pass case, $10*.
If cleanliness is next to godliness, Helsinki is at the Pearly Gates
THE art of travel has its own logic. Its determinants are space, time and money; you go to the places you can with the time and money at your disposal. Britain, France, Switzerland and Italy form perhaps the primary European travel package; Ireland, Britain and Benelux make up another; Switzerland, Germany and Austria comprise a third, and Italy, the South of France, Spain and Portugal form a fourth grouping you’re likely to take by itself or combine with another to make up a European Grand Tour.
IGOR STRAVINSKY, who will be seventy-five years old this month, has never been one to travel in a cloud of admiring acolytes. He does not much believe in disciples, and in his younger days he had a freezing way with those who sought to bask in the sun of his talents.
Southern Comforts: We visited Oscar E. Schoeffler, Esquire’s Fashion Director, in his office (of all places) this month, and found him—for once—sitting still. He was regarding a long piece of hay. “Ramie,” said Sheff. “Selah,” said we, not to be outdone, and bowing with the grace of a vanishing civilization, we touched our forehead.
<p>SOME people will undoubtedly call me an ingrate for what I am about to say. After all, I make a pretty good living as a musician; last year my band grossed nearly a quarter of a million dollars and played in person to more than 900,000 people, not counting those who were beamed in to our radio and TV appearances.</p>
Result of fierce competition: American car buyers no longer wait years for important innovations
THE evolution of the American automobile has been slower than a Model T on Mount Washington. The innovations and improvements —the four-wheel brakes, independent front ends and automatic transmissions—have appeared slowly and cautiously, usually long after being accepted abroad.
For the sleeper-out with lots of gear, the average car just won’t do
JOHN WHEELOCK FREEMAN
A man periodically feels the urge to retreat to “God’s country”—to go fishing, hunting or just vacationing in a spot where nature gets no competition from smog, macadam or telephone bells. To such a man, driving to his destination is half the pleasure of the trip, and that pleasure is enhanced when his car is equipped to handle the extra duffel necessary for the fishing or the hunting or the camping, if that’s what he has decided to do.
A noted expert analyzes the virtues and faults of the world's most futuristic production car, a paradox in air-oil suspension
JOHN C. FITCH
HERE is a no-spoke-steering-wheeled automotive offbeat which powers everything, including the jack, with a seven-cylinder oil pump. She is sleek and beautiful in front, but short, blunt and baffling at the rear. At rest she squats like a tired dachshund or a Kansas Ford anticipating a tornado, but when the engine is started she grandly rises to the job and to a working height automatically suited to the load.
THE small talk around the station-house poker game faded for a moment when Detective Lieutenant Samuel C. Hagerty waddled out of his office. Then one or two of the players said hello, but Hagerty just grunted and kept on going. In his right hand, the lieutenant carried a shiny black case, which they all knew was full of cracked corn.
The gold rush on the Campus is now for brain instead of brawn; job offers may start as high as $900 a month
ON the college campus in the olden days, say five or six years ago, the most popular and sought-after senior men were the football hero, the extracurricular-activities personality boy, the humor-magazine editor, and the lad with the wealthy family and the convertible.
Wednesday night at Sigward’s—the Still-man’s Gym of judo: In the sketch below, two men (extreme left) practice the forward stop fall and forward roll. At the top, two men face each other in the first or grasping position for a throw. Below them, a circle throw is in progress.
A man has got to keep using his strength or he will lose it
IN the square below the window where Hadley stood a strong man had set up shop and was performing lifts with iron dumbbells of various sizes. It was a Sunday morning, slate-colored and cold, and the audience consisted of several old men, three or four schoolboys, two slender, well-dressed youths with poodles, and a plump streetwalker in a short fur jacket.
Good connections mean more than getting to a train on time. Our beach-bound vacationer departs in the all-silk suit that recommends him to his city associates as a man of new ideas and sound tastes—lightweight, textured silk that holds its shape, co-ordinated here with silk hatband, silk-inset shoes.
In the creation of motion pictures, an industrial approach to art may be examined as coldly as the production of iron ore, providing you keep in mind a significant difference— the one would sell illusions; the other a material commodity. This is a business report on the fifteen days a Hollywood unit spent in New York, seeking to produce sixteen minutes of illusions which would be woven into a new film called The Sweet Smell of Success This is labor’s part in the industrial approach to illusion:
<p>The trial of Arthur Miller for contempt of Congress brings close to all of us one of the strangest and most frightening dilemmas that a people and a government has ever faced. It is not the first trial of its kind, nor will it in all probability be the last.</p>
<p>Like an iceberg, most of Joyce Holden, the honey-blonde beauty enjoying an early-morning romp among the water lilies and bulrushes, lies submerged beneath the surface. Part of this remarkable and versatile girl has been very visible indeed on television recently.</p>
The color news this summer isn’t color, it’s white— or white made even whiter by blue. White sailcloth slacks, minus their sea legs, stride into the country, resort and suburban scene styled with Continental backstrap and tapered lines. Along with them go patterns of blue and white—but see the surprising new elegance to which this seagoing combination lends itself ashore;
DIETING on a gourmet’s level is not the paradoxical accomplishment it might seem at first. However, it is quite a trick in an age when most people are more concerned with cholesterol and calories than cordon bleu. It takes an artist of the highest caliber to prepare a meal that is both savory and memorable, but which does little damage to the waistline.
With no putty and little paint, Stanley Holloway recomposes his features to the brash, muscular grin of Doolittle in My Fair Lady. Disparate scenes of Separate Tables reveal Margaret Leighton transformed—more by a subtle play of emotion than by make-up— from the fortyish sophisticate to the weeping, thirtyish mama's girl.
De luxe, portable, 4-speed hi-fi phonograph in leather case with wrap-around zipper closure, $39.95, Steelman. Sports bicycle has 3 speeds, lightweight frame, about $59.75, Raleigh. “Space Saver” bag holds an enormous amount of clothes, $35*, Skyway.
Orange tree of hand-wrought metal, $130, Pino DeLuca. Golden timepiece, French motif, $165, Chelsea. Footed, silver-plated chafing dish, $125, Wallace. Solid-walnut scabbard keeps carving knife safe and handy, $11, Gerber. Buffet serving set in sterling has ebony handles, $48.75, six pieces, Lunt.
Eugene O'Neill: some early influences that shaped him as playwright and man
<p>THE SAILOR'S OPERA, a barroom operating in the Paseo de Julio section of the Buenos Aires water front back in 1910, was one of the rawest joints this planet has ever seen. All seamen ashore in Buenos Aires immediately flocked there, for the proprietor was a potbellied Hollander who knew from personal experience that after long months at sea without drink or women a man likes to let off steam spectacularly.</p>
The best new play of the 1956-1957 theatrical season by unanimous consent was Eugene O’Neill’s posthumous tragedy of family life, Long Day’s Journey Into Night; a work that makes most previous native attempts at the profoundly emotional tragic drama seem in comparison like adulterated sweet licorice drops, artificially colored.
SINCE the first watch appeared some 450 years ago, better than a billion watches have adorned the costumes and regulated the hours of the human race. Today Americans alone own close to a hundred and fifty million watches, and are adding to them at the rate of about sixteen million a year.
IF it’s the first time you’ve ever been to Oslo you’re likely to put down your bags, look around you, hit yourself on the forehead with the heel of your hand and say, “What’s kept me away from here!” Should it be your second, or tenth visit, you’ll give your bags to a bellhop and head for the phone to call your friends.
Cotton coat in Trinidad (please to note on bamboo rod) light as feather on a chick wash and dry like magic trick Like the minnows in a sieve trade winds go through jacket weave; walk in noonday sun on sand— you are modern, air-cooled man Color bright as tropic posy make the girl begin to mosey, eye the stripe or check the plaid, Calypso color—not so bad! Big surprise with lots of heft— blazer jacket, out at left:
<p>THAT was quite a night when the suspicious groom and his bride checked into the Henry Hubbs Hotel in Niagara Falls, New York. The Henry Hubbs is an old hotel, and when it was remodeled fire detectors (which cannot be set off by body temperatures) were placed in every room and in all corridors.</p>
Meet the Stinger’s Canadian cousin—a frosty blend that’s one ounce of cognac, a quarter-ounce of green creme de menthe and a small scoop of vanilla ice cream. Your electric blender transfigures it into a superbly smooth emerald liquid that looks as fresh as it tastes.
The victory of wit in the struggle for a prized post
THREE figures were walking in the green-grey and burnt-umber late-afternoon landscape: Doctor Cashel, head of the college art department, and two artistic persons from New York. Cashel was tall, lank and heavy-faced, like an incidental thought of Daumier’s.
A gripping narrative with fascinating new details of Manhattan's most mysterious unsolved murder
THE investigator and I left the Manhattan Criminal Courts Building that rainy noon, crossed the wet, gusty streets along City Hall Park and went downstairs into André's. We ate lunch and then the investigator ordered Camembert, fresh French bread and coffee.
The Silken Touch faces summer with all the confidence of a late model air conditioner. And an apt simile it is, for silk—alone or in blends —has a cool air of luxury, retains its shape and weighs less than a little. Nor should you overlook sportswear and clothing which achieve the look of silk with other fibers.
IT is the occasional duty of this department to look into matters of eating and drinking, to draw the line between the men and the boys, or to save Rome from the ravages of barbarians and cave dwellers. They used to tell, when Lucius Beebe wrote his deliberately and wittily elegant gourmet’s column for a New York newspaper, how it was in his contract that he would be fired summarily on that very day when an anguished reader did not write in, calling for Mr. Beebe’s head to be put on a pike and shown to the howling mob in front of the Hotel Plaza.