George Horace Lorimer once said something to the effect that he liked every issue of The Saturday Evening Post that had something in it that he didn't like. In other words, the only issues to worry about were the ones in which he liked everything.
You printed the hope that Kennedy Without Tears (June, 1964) would be read by both camps—Lovers and Others. May I venture that, for all its objectivity and realism, it has nothing to offer the Others among us. Tom Wicker’s sketch is all love—and a joy to read.
Mr. Croft-Cooke has written an excellent biography of Lord Alfred Douglas, or Bosie as he was known to all his friends and acquaintances and even enemies (Bosie, Bobbs-Merrill, $7.50). The Oscar Wilde affair naturally looms large in it. Mr. Croft-Cooke handles this so much written about, and still highly controversial, episode with unusual common sense and objectivity.
Bernard Haitink, conductor of the Concertgebouw of Amsterdam, was in town recently as part of a celebration of Think Dutch Week at the World’s Fair or the capture of Nieuw Amsterdam by the English—some cause for a party, anyway. He brought with him his orchestra, which is one of the world’s three or four best.
The Café Renaissance would not be out of place in Madrid or in Paris or even in Venice, but it happens to be solidly entrenched on New York’s East Side, at 338 East Forty-ninth Street. It was started ten years ago by an artist and his wife, Stan and June Radulovic, and is a monument, if such a small and warm and tasteful place could be called that, to what two people can accomplish when the need to build a bulwark for the future is stronger than the statistics on what makes a restaurant go.
Tennyson’s “faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null” describes The Silence, the concluding film of Bergman’s trilogy—the preceding two were Through a Glass Darkly and Winter Light. After the famine of the latter, a diagram of a movie in which the only cinematic device Bergman allowed himself was the close-up, The Silence is rich: the silhouettes of tanks flashing rhythmically past a speeding train, the grotesquerie of a troupe of performing dwarfs (especially their last appearance, advancing in baroque costumes, with stately bows and flourishes, down the hotel corridor), Ingrid Thulin’s face, photographed from above and upside down, in the throes of onanism or near-death (and the gong-like peals that well up on the sound track during the latter scene), her hooded lesbian spying on her younger sister (Gunnel Lindblom) washing herself, the agitated cutting as the latter wanders about the strange city in a state of frustrated sensuality, and the orchestration of photography, sound, acting and montage, each superb in itself, each subordinated to the general composition.
IT’S possible to reach the various escape hatches we talk about in This Way To The Great PacificOrient Getaway on page 66 without putting in at Hawaii, but it would be difficult. And why anyone would want to range the Pacific and not break his trip at Hawaii either going and/or returning is beyond the ken of anyone who has ever spent any time there.
<p>On September 12, 1918, Charles D’Olive, a twenty-two-year-old flier from Alabama, shot down his first German plane. The next day, September 13, in an engagement which officially lasted twelve minutes, he shot down three more. After that, as he says, he cooled off.</p>
We found out that the leading edge of the Nieuport top wing would give way under stress and take the linen with it. Why, one time, when I had pulled up after attacking three Albatrosses, the entire covering ripped off the top wing and I thought I was going in, but I managed to right the plane and get home.
A short chronological history of the development of single-seat fighter aerial strategy and tactics.
Joseph B. Benge
<p>In 1911 this memorandum was sent to the British Committee of Imperial Defense: “In the case of a European war...both sides would be equipped with large corps of airplanes, each trying to obtain information of the other, and to hide its own movements.</p>
<p>The taxi turned around on Park Avenue, came up to the canopy, and the doorman said good evening and gave a smile. I had passed him five dollars one blizzard of a night long ago when he managed to produce a cab for Deborah and me ; the gift was old, but he remembered, and I, remembering that evening, had a sudden unaccountable urge not to enter by the main lobby at this late and empty hour.</p>
The complexities of a simple game, the way it is, not how it seems; the sources of power charted and explained
<p>The mechanics of getting two baseball teams together to play a game should not seem complicated. Even when the contestants are grown-up boys, playing for money, on fields surrounded by turnstiles in metropolitan areas like New York and Washington, it still shouldn’t seem complicated.</p>
ONE OF ENGLAND’S MOST DISTINGUISHED MEN OF LETTERS RELIVES HIS TWENTY-FIRST YEAR AND FINDS IT THE NADIR OF HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY
<p>Having led a “life of pure pleasure” amid scenes of “indiscriminate bonhomie” and “uninhibited revelry” at Hertford College, Oxford, the author came to the end of his undergraduate days one term short of qualifying for a Third Class B.A. in history.</p>
<p>Just thought I’d let you guys know that I dropped out of high school this week in the hope that I can get a job writing for your swell mag. It was my English teacher—eccch!—that finally got my goat, making me and my pals read those junky dull boring books and tearing up our BADs when she found us sneaking them in.</p>
Failure of the Sexual Revolution in Southern California
Where a society is without roots, there is neither guilt nor alarm, and the libido is lighthearted
<p>Sex is different in Southern California. The ten million people who inhabit this arid desert coast from Santa Barbara to San Diego have brought along with them or developed just about everything they expect to need, including their water supply, their ranch houses, and their unique attitudes toward the act of love.</p>
<p>No Negro writer or spokesman has had so great an impact on the entire white liberal world as James Baldwin. He is the first who has gotten beneath their skin, or forced them into his, the first to make them see what it is like to be a Negro in America.</p>
STOP, AUGUST FRIEND, AND READ CAREFULLY: THIS WAY TO THE GREAT PACIFIC-ORIENT GETAWAY
I do not have a secretary, nor at the moment do I have the time to make several drafts of this letter. I will do the best I can to supply you with the information you have asked for on a typewriter that only about half works. I was born in Los Angeles Nov. 15, 1927.
Back to the computer for you, old chap. I like things right here in Gothninsaw where Joe Slickety gets the girl and I can play loop with my firginf
<p>Most normal people are depressed by intelligence tests. (Maybe there was room for improvement in the old examination system, which tended to favor the candidate who had crammed the largest number of academic facts into his head, and never mind about life and people.</p>
A complete report on the coronary occlusion he sustained in 1955; how it happened and why; the aftereffects—his diet and therapy; his chances of suffering another attack; the political implications; some practical considerations for everyman
<p>Two heart attacks that took place within three months in Washington in the Summer of 1955 were probably the most significant of this century or of any century. One, which struck down President Eisenhower, has now passed into history. Eisenhower made a good recovery, so that he was able to conduct a highly energetic campaign for reelection in 1956, and he served out his second term with no apparent heart difficulty.</p>
An astrologer with a feeling for fashion would probably call this the Year of the Five-Gallon Hat. Before the year is out practically every head of state will have one, courtesy of Mr. Johnson, and if this isn’t a good way to spread a fashion idea, I should like to know what is.
COLLEGE PRESSURE Grades, girls, jobs, fraternities, folks, money, the Army, suicide -Esquire takes you to the land of No Doz. Inside tips on Europe in the fall: Lautrec at the Louvre, Africans in Germany; celebrations! events! villas you can rent!
IF you too have dreamed of escaping across the Pacific (and you’ll know what we’re talking about since you’ve read page 68 and its twelve neighbors long before you’ve gotten this far) and you can’t make even the pleasure trip this year, you might escape for an evening via one of the fine Polynesian restaurants that are a part of New York’s breakaway.
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