LAST MONTH in this space we mentioned, among other things, the publication of The Esquire Reader, by the Dial Press. This month sees the addition of another title to the growing Esquire bookshelf, with the publication by Harper & Brothers of Esquire’s Europe in Style, edited by our travel editor, Richard Joseph.
Couldn’t help wincing at the heavy pile of Democrat tripe piled up in your September issue by Arthur Schlesinger, one of Senator Kennedy’s mental assistants. (Cram Course for the Next President.) Why not provide “equal magazine time” for a Republican spokesman?
So multifarious and varied are the vacation attractions of the West Indies that even the best-intentioned pieces such as Islands of the Happy Winters, which you’ll find further on, do no more than hit the highest of the high spots. When you focus down on any of the West Indies islands or group of islands, though, you realize that almost every one rates a story, or a book, by itself.
THE mixing of beer and tear gas at the Newport Jazz Festival was no surprise to most of those who have watched this annual “advancement of America’s only indigenous art form” swell into a pageant of greed that shocked even a night-club-owning hood a couple of years ago.
SINCE the only interesting things in Come Dance with Me, the latest Brigitte Bardot film to be released over here, are two glimpses of that female mammary gland which obsesses Americans, and since they will undoubtedly be cut out by the censors, there is really no reason to see the film, which is a Class C roman policier lacking either sex or drama for nine-tenths of its aimless meandering.
IT has been my tendency to shy away from works dealing with the Second World War. I like to feel that the blame is not all mine, but belongs in large part to the methods of treatment accorded them. For if they are in doggedly humorous vein, the doings of the men in the Armed Forces turn out to be like accounts of the capers of boardingschool lads, and if they are the purported output of high military leaders, they are so compact of dates and names that they have all the power and pace of actuaries’ reports.
WHILE it’s true that aerial island-hopping is greatly responsible for the current travel boom in the Caribbean, the first pleasure travelers to discover the area came by cruise ship, which is still one of the greatest recreational facilities offered by the modern world.
WE believe it was Westbrook Pegler who, almost drowning in his customary overflow of the milk of human kindness, once referred to a colleague as a “gents’-room journalist.” We recall, if our memory is correct, that it was Walter Winchell who was so peglerized.
GHOST towns of the U.S. West have been undergoing rejuvenation—not the towns themselves, but our interest in them —because of television. Recently, however, we enjoyed the unusual experience of watching a ghost town in the making a short time back when we visited Brasilia, the new capital of Brazil, on the press flight of Varig, the Brazilian airline, to introduce its 707 jet service from New York.
A dozen or so pages along in this issue, Joseph Wechsberg devotes his Gastronomy column to the bistros of Paris; reading it made us want to take the next plane over until we reminded ourselves that New York too has bistros, a number of them, and that the food and the ambiance and all the other qualities (except price) of the best of these compare favorably with what Paris has to offer.
IN the years since the war, music has become an American export. Our kids are all over the Italian and German opera houses, and tend to keep their musical roots where they first strike— though, sometimes, like Maria Callas, George London and Anna Moffo, they come back to dazzle the home folks for part of each season.
First—what is a bistro? Most people instinctively think of a small French restaurant with picturesque décor, dim lights and sawdust on the floor, one that serves simple French dishes and isn’t too expensive. They are right except that some bistros are quite expensive.
At last, an economics system that's really foolhardy
GEORGE A. SWERTELLE
EDITOR’S NOTE: The following exclusive interview with Senator Titus Bilgewater is printed by the World-News because his radical concept of a changed economic system in our nation deserves a complete explanation. Millions of Americans are flocking to the presidential standard of the Senator and thousands of Bilgewater Clubs have been organized.
WITHIN the pages of a magazine in which experimentation and surprise are the norm, it would be impossible to say that this or that article is one of the most unusual that has ever appeared. However, Norman Mailer’s magnum opus of politics 1960, is unusual even for a magazine that specializes in the unusual.
IN 1451 B.C., Joshua sent two secret agents into the town of Jericho to perform the first act of espionage in recorded history. Whether their cunning tipped Joshua to the peculiar vulnerability of Jericho’s walls is unknown. But the end result is.
When and how to use a cut-out, a live or dead drop, or trade a case
<p>THERE is a classic story that capsules the universality of espionage. A captured Nazi Intelligence officer at the end of World War II had been squeezed dry by his American interrogators. In a more leisurely moment, they asked him what he planned to do when he was released.</p>
Some Russian Intelligence boners that make the U-2 fiasco seem trivial
<p>SOVIET RUSSIA has the greatest espionage machine in all history. U.S. Secretary of State Christian Herter said recently that the Communist countries had 300,000 agents operating throughout the world. I assume he was referring to centrally organized agents, each with a code number, a specific task and some kind of pay roll.</p>
A few of many inspired designs our Fashion Director, Oscar E. Schoeffler, garnered on his latest tour of European fashion centers. The unusual straw hat, created by Christian Dior in Paris, rolls up sharply in back, broadens out in front....
A personal involvement in the tragedy of the author of Mister Roberts
<p>THE ink on the treaties of World War II was hardly dry when literary folk began to wonder if there would be an outcropping of war novels to match or at least parallel the literature of carnage and conscience that gave us Dos Passos and Hemingway, e. e. cummings and the now forgotten but bitterly effective Tom Boyd.</p>
What makes a young man with a multi-million-dollar fortune hustle in the Detroit jungle?
<p>IN this business, competition is so tough that if you keep running, they’ll still bite you, but if you stand still, they’ll swallow you.” So said Old Bill Knudsen, the fabulous Danish immigrant who rose from bicycle maker to become head of General Motors.</p>
drawing a bead on the ineffable, through the camera’s eye
<p>Held to earth by five feet of metal tubing, a trombone player backstage dreams of the glory of speed, pumps wildly and with spirit through the clusters of sixteenth notes in The Flight of the Bumblebee. Never mind the noise, the extent of his vision is impressive.</p>
The Doings in the City of Angels; The Momentous Differences between the Tweedledeecrats and the Tweedledumeans; the Outlaw's Mind Appraises the Heroes' Dilemmas; an Unconventional View of the Conventions,
<p>FOR once let us try to think about a political convention without losing ourselves in housing projects of fact and issue. Politics has its virtues, all too many of them—it would not rank with baseball as a topic of conversation if it did not satisfy a great many things—but one can suspect that its secret appeal is close to nicotine. Smoking cigarettes insulates one from one’s life, one does not feel as much, often happily so, and politics quarantines one from history; most of the people who nourish themselves in the political life are in the game not to make history but to be diverted from the history which is being made.</p>
In Zone B, even Elixircol can't budge cousins dead for days
<p>So help me God, it gets more and more preposterous, it corresponds less and less to what I remember and what I expect, as if the force of life were centrifugal and threw one further and further away from one’s purest memories and ambitions; and I can barely recall the old house where I was raised, where in midwinter Parma violets bloomed in a cold frame near the kitchen door and down the long corridor, past the seven views of Rome—up two steps and down three—one entered the library, where all the books were in order, the lamps were bright, where there was a fire and a dozen bottles of good bourbon, locked in a cabinet with a veneer like tortoise shell whose silver key my father wore on his watch chain. </p>
When the ineluctable snows descend upon us, any man will reach for this rugged outercoat with gratitude and pride. It’s reversible—thick-set wale corduroy in the favored olive shade on one side, and a warm, brightwool blanket plaid on the other.
Plaids and checks—subtle and bold, muted and colorful, traditional and freshly invented—still hold sway over the clothing scene. A salutary trend, say we—patterns are certainly more stimulating than unvarying solids. Left, the plaid in this wool suit conjoins different shades of grey, is bordered in olive.
A CASUAL TRIO. Three fresh directions, above, for the popular sports hat. Left, the ridged surface is the sporting difference in this center-crease hat. Burnished-heather-tone felt plays host to the deep blues of the feather lei band, striped vertically in brown and white.
Advice to one committed: discretion is the better part of valor
<p>AFTER Toby tried to knock down the big attendant who looked like a khaki polar bear, they put him in a jacket. And sometime after that Dr. Purdy came pussyfooting up to Ward 16 to look at him, where Toby was trussed up like a corpse and in isolation, and when Toby said:</p>
Swift’s servant beat him; now they use The current flowing from a fuse, Or put you on a softer diet; Your teeth fall out—but you’ll be quiet; Forget you ever were someone— You’ll get ten minutes in the sun. Remember: if you yell or curse, You’ll soon be where things are much worse; Today they took a girl of ten Down where she couldn’t look at men— Down in the basement, all cement, Where the naked learn how to repent.
University men and young executives who continue to like the easy, unaffected look of traditional clothing have very definite ideas about the cut of their clothes. Shoulders must be natural, the waist unsuppressed, the jacket falling in straighthanging lines.
years ago, Tomi Ungerer has had an overwhelming success in magazines, children’s books, advertising and films. The selections shown here are taken from a collection of his drawings which Atheneum is publishing this month under the title of Horrible.
Choose an island, a beach and a palm tree for your interlude in the sun
RIGHT from the beginning, the Caribbean has smiled warmly on men who had the light touch, saving its storms for the heavyhanded and the humorless. Take poor Columbus, for instance. All he discovered were the Bahamas, Cuba, Hispaniola, the Leeward Islands, Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, Jamaica, Trinidad, Venezuela and the coast of Central America.
By attacking conventionality, Lenny Bruce has earned the reputation of sacrilegious prophet
<p>“FOR the first time within
memory,” intoned <i>Variety</i>, "N.Y.
Dailies really let out the stops on a [night-club] act.” “Obnoxious, arrogant,”
snarled Gene Knight in the <i>Journal-American</i>;
“Diarrhea of the mouth,” spewed <i>Cue</i>;
“The man from Outer Taste,” snipped Bob Sylvester of the <i>News</i>; “A vulgar, tasteless boor,” sneered <i>Billboard</i>. The unprecedented alley-cat howl of the customarily
docile midnight pack (domesticated as house-tabbies by café managements who
keep their saucers filled) was in response to the twisted tales of the young
man dubbed by Dorothy Kilgallen as “The New Peck’s Bad Boy of show-bizness.”
FREEDOM is more than just a word in Poland today, or so it seems when talking with Warsaw’s intellectuals: writers, actors, painters, musicians—artisans in all the creative fields. Perhaps not as much freedom as the outsider might think or desire, but certainly freedom of expression, and a freedom in their work that one west of that very visible Eastern line would not expect to find.
The Select Seventeen: A Guide to Upper-Class Education
Manners, morals and brains (as well as money) make up the new breed of prep-school men
<p>THE fall I was thirteen and not at all sure that I was going to or even wanted to survive my first few months at boarding school, my personal heroes were three seventeen-year-old boys, seniors at the school. If those fellows had had the slightest awareness of my existence on this earth, I would have been surprised and, yes, thrilled, for I was not alone in my adulation.</p>
Picking presidents is a pollster's profession—and problem
<p>AT a meeting of radio and television broadcasters three years ago, the A. C. Nielsen Company gave an odd and persuasive demonstration of the product it sells. Because the product is market research, the company could scarcely offer a taste or a feel or even a pitchman’s show.</p>
<p>BY June in California, the tops of the bare hills are brown. The rains of spring have come and gone, and in a normal year there will be no more rain worth measuring until late fall. Frost is almost unknown. The grass lives all year long, and if nobody came to pick them the grapes would rot on the vine before cold weather came.</p>
THE WINES of the Eastern United States, which account for about fifteen per cent of the national production, are not really like any European wine, though careful blending can create approximations. Not only is the climate and soil different from that in Europe—the grapes themselves are different varieties.
Thanks for everything is the feeling November brings to most of us and on the 25th, we look forward to gathering together to celebrate the feast . . . with all-the-trimmings . . . of Thanksgiving. Gobbler, goose or what-have-you is the order of the day.