EVERY SO often we abuse our proprietorship of this space by devoting it to a semi-private communication, addressed to that brave but diminishing die-hard band, those who fish exclusively with the fly rod. This is in furtherance of our theory, practiced with increasing enjoyment over the past four seasons, that the one way to get more fun out of fishing, in this era of steadily rising pressure on all our streams, is to fish finer all the time.
One that's almost very impressive, and one that's quite exciting
ROLLING up a little behind time at the Beekman Theatre, I found the place in the grip of an immense calm. Not only had the film not started, it might —to judge from the prevailing atmosphere—never come on at all. Dignified ladies looked searchingly but briefly at me; a good half of those present had the air of being in charge of the proceedings; noticeably less punctual arrivals than I were strolling in with an indifference to the hour that must have been perfectly sincere, for how can you be said to be “late” if nothing of any importance can take place until you turn up?
I noted with interest your article, What Worries You Most About America Today? (February 1959). I agree with most of the opinions expressed and I, too, feel very unhappy about the present state of affairs regarding education. Yet I cannot repress a bitter note.
EDITOR’S NOTE: In last November’s Esquire, Arthur Schlesinger, Jr. asked what happened to the American male. Here Philip O’Connor (who wrote the recently published and much-discussed Memoirs of a Public Baby) takes the question overseas to Britain.
THE “see it first in Esquire” feature we’re most pleased with in this issue is Tennessee Williams’ new full-length play, Sweet Bird of Youth (page 114). For Mr. Williams himself the publication of the play in Esquire in conjunction with its New York opening at the Martin Beck Theatre is somewhat in the nature of an experiment.
Acclaim for four finds: glittering, charming, fascinating, fine
PERHAPS it is due to the bashful entrance of the most disturbing of seasons, strewing her gentle fragrances. It may be, God forbid, that my dead roots are stirred by the spring rains. It may be, again, that those crazy mixed-up kids, Memory and Desire, are having their annual way.
Planning your European trip: here are some aids, badinages, cachets
WE’VE just finished reading a report compiled by Dr. Dichter, the motivational research man, hired by our advertising geniuses to find out just what sort of mental image Esquire readers have of the magazine, and how closely the magazine comes to what they want us to be.
Stereo discs—with a rundown of the most interesting, by labels
STEREO DISCS look a little different from ordinary phonograph records. Other records are grey rather than black where the music is loud and the grooves must be “heavily modulated”— but generally they reflect light with an even sheen. Stereo discs display jagged zigzag patterns of light reflection, as though the groove had been tortured rather than modulated in the pressing process.
AGAINST those rainy afternoons when a man is inclined to brood over the amount of fallout in the air, his cigarette consumption, the cholesterol content in chicken eggs and so forth, he is wise who has purchased one or both of two recent recordings by Willie “The Lion” Smith, “The Lion Roars” (Dot 3094) and “The Legend of Willie ‘The Lion’ Smith” (Grand Award 3 3-368).
WINES are surrounded with centuries of lore, much of it nonsense. Many books have been written about wines and most of them mix up the facts and muddle them with fancy. The wines are also a reflection of national character, being not only an accident of nature but also a product of man’s genius.
<p>IN a sense, of course, it is always now or never, and every candidate must go for broke. There is only one election—the next one— and it may change everything. To be “available” means to be available now, today, in the context of today’s politics.</p>
SPEAKING of hi-fi,” said Matham negligently, choosing a fresh Regis from a curiously wrought silver cigarette case and setting a light to it, “there was this chap with a metal plate in his skull.” Four of us were seated—Eastern fashion, on a pile of cushions— in Matham’s digs in Calcutta.
Three degrees of irresponsibility in the Oklahoma summer
THE train roared past the Oklahoma countryside—silent-looking space with hard sun. Pfc. Forbes and the prisoner held a crossword puzzle book between them, supporting it on their knees. Both of them wore Army uniforms, and both had a pencil in hand.
<p>Nowadays, Saint-Tropez (nicknamed San Tropay) still resembles a simple fishing village, but one whose charms are completely unspoiled by native fishermen. (No fisherman could pay the $1,000-a-month water-front-apartment rents, much less the $7.50 that a fresh lobster—flown in from Brittany—costs in the morning fish market.)</p>
Corporate executives are discovering intellectuals are pretty smart after all
IT has recently occurred to an increasing number of corporate managements that the man who aspires to industrial presidency would do far better to explore Leopold Bloom’s day in Dublin, and to familiarize himself with Bach’s fugues and with Prince Genji's problems, than to forever immerse himself in the intricacies of cost-accounting or any other arcane aspect of his narrow trade.
A pretty girl is like a melody when the tune is right for you
THERE was nothing special about her face or her figure, she dressed conventionally and spoke in plain English, she was simple in her manners and with the impression she gave of something clean and decent, plus a radiant smile, she could easily turn strangers into friends.
The science of genetics is finding ways to create life and special races of men
<p>MAN for a long while has been aware that he is the only animal capable of creating its own environment; scientists are now convinced that the time will come when he will advance one blindingly significant step farther, and learn to predetermine—in the laboratory—the physique and psychology of his unborn children, to create a special breed of geniuses to think for the world, or even create a breed of worker drones.</p>
Soon most records sold will be stereo. What equipment is best?
COMMERCIAL stereo has been with us now for nearly a year (coterie stereo, an extreme strain of the hi-fi virus, has been around for the better part of a decade), and both the equipment and the arguments are getting standardized. Now that the stock is no longer changing every week, it seems time to look around and see what’s in the store.
<p>TIME: Modern, an Easter Sunday, from late morning till late night. SETTING and SPECIAL EFFECTS: The stage is backed by a cyclorama that should give a poetic unity of mood to the several specific settings. There are non-realistic projections on this cyc, the most important and constant being a grove of royal palm trees.</p>
EDITOR’S NOTE: The 1957 trial of Doctor John Bodkin Adams—charged with murdering one of his patients, a wealthy widow, to secure an anticipated inheritance—seemed to fascinate the entire western world. Mrs. Bedford, with correspondents representing more than a score of world capitals, attended the whole trial.
UP until fairly recently, any visit to Japan had the feeling of offtrailness, offbeatness and remoteness, the sense of being someplace not all of your friends had been before you, which is the essence of a real side trip. Now, though, American pleasure travelers have been going to Japan in ever-increasing numbers, and the real beginning of mass travel to Japan should come this year, when the advent of transpacific jets will make Tokyo closer to San Francisco in flight time than London was to New York only last fall.
HER Friday-night mood was a long time coming. She watched the men at the skill pool game, turning the glass in her hand. It was a neighborhood type bar, the kind men stopped into for one after-work beer, and she had picked it only because she was afraid the bus driver might think she didn’t know where she was going.
Now what?” said Camilla. “Now what what?” said her sister Beth. “What am I going to do with my life?” “Oh, good Lord, Camilla, it’s only ten o’clock in the morning. If you really want something to do, the woodwork in the kitchen hasn’t been washed for years.”
Once upon a time the animals decided to end the carnivorous practices which had caused untold sorrow from generation to generation; and they resolved to abolish fangs, beaks, antlers and other aggressive weapons
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