This issue is a first. That’s something that gets harder and harder to achieve, as the magazine heads into its thirty-second year of existence. But you’d be a long time guessing what sort of first this issue represents, if we didn’t break down and tell you.
The Six Quitters in your September issue failed to include a very famous college dropout. However, it was pointed out to me by a fellow student that due to the success theme of the article, Mr. Goldwater’s story couldn’t be given equal time.
About the worst mistake I made as a publisher’s adviser (which I was for a number of years) was over Eisenhower’s war memoirs. I read the book in page proof, and decided it was so tedious and inconclusive that few readers would manage to get through it.
The country we talk about in The Various Pleasures of South Africa on page 140 isn’t exactly next door. From New York to Johannesburg via London is well over nine thousand miles—and via London is the way you’re most likely to go. South African Airways, also called Suid-Afrikaanse Lugdiens in this bilingual nation, makes the six-thousand-mile hop from London in fifteen hours.
One of the really hard questions is the relationship of training, intelligence and talent in the making of an opera singer. Ezio Pinza, the greatest Italian bass and Mozart baritone of my time (or yours), never learned to read a note of music, but his innate musicianship and dramatic intelligence were such that he never put a foot wrong, even when singing styles that were by no means his.
Florida has been “discovered” many times in the last four hundred and fifty years, but the discovery that left its greatest mark on the state as a vacation haven was made by Henry Morrison Flagler three quarters of a century ago. He had a railroad and millions of dollars and a plan (in so hardheaded a businessman you couldn’t call it a vision), and he needed all three in the eighth decade of the nineteenth century when he decided to extend the Florida East Coast Railroad from Jacksonville to Key West, all the way down the long length of the peninsula, with stops in between at such places as instinct told him were right.
Pick your sea, your ship, your ports of call, and sail without care from then on in....
A few years ago a hardworking executive moved up a couple of notches in what is unlaughingly called the chain of command and thus he came within speaking range of the chairman of the board of the company in which he had hopes of someday becoming at least a senior vice-president.
Sailings From New York to the Caribbean and Adjacent Ports
Even a partial list of cruises, as here through March, does not give all the information the vacationist needs. Prices, as can be seen, vary greatly: this does not mean that one price is a better bargain than another; in many cases the ship is much more luxurious.
<p>On January 2, 1963, a vastly superior South Vietnam Government force came upon two Communist companies dug in along a tree line at the village of Ap Bac in the northern part of the Mekong Delta. It was the opportunity that the American advisers had been wanting, a set-piece battle where the usually elusive guerrillas stood and fought.</p>
<p>I have been thinking of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton and wishing them well. All the best, Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton. Happy landings, you two kids. Mazel tov, you guys. As they say in the show business, break a leg. But I don’t know.</p>
Just as this is Homecoming Season for colleges across the country, so it is Reunion Time at Esquire, and the alumna we are proud to welcome back to our mellow Madison Avenue campus is that lady who has become a part of the American literary tradition, Miss Dorothy Parker.
“Four children were burned to death in a deserted farmhouse in Coxahoochie, Wisconsin, because of a defective heater. High winds sweep the Northwest in an unprecedented cold wave. Senator Hodge declares Cuba major threat. New riots break out in Birmingham as Mayor Smatch declares martial law.
The substantial benefits of FM radio reception have been wellknown for more than thirty years. Yet these benefits have never been touted to the degree one would expect by the set makers, the F.C.C., and the broadcasters; in other words, by those who in one way or another determine what the listening public will hear.
<p>Now, the city was beautiful, it was still the most beautiful city in the United States, but like all American cities, it was a casualty of the undeclared war. There had been an undisclosed full-scale struggle going on in America for twenty years—it was whether the country would go mad or not. </p>
<p>At 6:39 p.m. the night of Thursday, July 16, at the Cow Palace in Daly City, California, the grim monotony of Barry Goldwater’s Republican National Convention was interrupted by a political ghost. It was a moment of reminiscence, if not quite nostalgia, as if nothing had changed since Richard Milhous Nixon first faced a national convention at Chicago’s International Amphitheatre in 1952: the same wide smile frozen across his face; the same Pat Nixon, adoring and attentive; the same predictable high-school debater’s style; the same expert manipulation of applause.</p>
<p>In the Broadway comedy Purlie Victorious, Godfrey MacArthur Cambridge played the Uncle Tomish Cousin Gitlow and every night he had to get down on his knees and croon Old Black Joe to the wicked Ol' Cap’n Cotchipee. Cambridge had no trouble learning the part, or the kneel, but he couldn't learn the song.</p>
<p>To write about art now gives me a feeling of deep embarrassment which, in the long ago, I kept hidden under what was known then as “She’s having one of her difficult days again, ma’am—screaming and spitting and I don’t know what all.”</p>
<p>From the window he looked down into the courtyard of the hospital, petrified in the sun. At its far end, past the puny border of grass turned brownish yellow by the city heat, some frowzy women, a bubbling clot of thick paint. Their dresses flared and their aching legs shifted continually, searching for a new point of support, tottering on high-heeled, uncomfortable shoes.</p>
Ski clothes, perhaps more than any other, reflect the brisk exuberance of the wearer. And the news in ski wear this year is color. All the men in this picture (taken on the slopes of the Jungfraujoch in Switzerland) wear the latest American-made ski attire.
The byways of most courtships are cluttered with nostalgic melodies and frivolous gifts. Mine was brightened besides by the delightful ring of English prose in general and, in particular, by a string of literary pearls my love and I came to know as the Constabulary Style.
<p>Is hunting an integral part of man’s nature? Is he a predator? Understanding hunting and the hunter may not be easy for the average individual living in our particular form of civilization. We who eat flesh which comes to us in convenient, frozen packages and neat, attractive cans find it hard to see the contents of these containers as part of a once-living, warm-blooded, soft-eyed creature.</p>
At seventeen, Mrs. Hampton Fancher III (née Sue Lyon) has made the difficult transition from girlhood to the responsibilities of married life with a grace that is typical of young American women. Nurtured on the dark complexities of Tennessee Williams and Vladimir Nabokov (and Richard Burton and James Mason), she brings to her new role as homemaker a mind freer than most from the romantic illusions of youth, but like so many young marrieds nowadays she hopes for a continuing career outside the home as well as in it.
I think that you are, she had said, enunciating each word, unutterably disgusting. I think, to tell the honest truth, that never in my entire life have I heard such an inexpressibly vulgar suggestion. Just in case you care for my opinion, there it is. To think that any man would even propose such an idea, especially to his wife, which, just on the chance that you’ve forgotten, I happen to be, is, to put it in the simplest possible terms, unutterably disgusting.
Consider yourself stomping the snow on the Jungfraujoch, 11,350 feet up. At your service: ski instructors from Grindelwald. With their help Esquire herewith pulls out of the Swiss air some fashions worn by experts in a country where, on these important matters, only the men get to vote.
<p>A part, a large part, of traveling is an engagement of the ego v. the world. The world is transport, the roads, the clerks behind the counters who deal out tickets, mail, messy money, keys; it is the porters, the waiters, the tourist industry, the natives, the weather.</p>
Let me think aloud.... The young woman in the photograph is a missing person, a murder victim or a murder suspect. I always prefer the “missing person” on the theory that the reader is more interested in the quick than the dead. A missing person, then.
Let’s face it. We’ll get nothing out of the girl. Nobody ever will. She’s dead. Those limbs will never again—as Shakespeare says— make their bends adornings. We know this—don’t we?—as soon as we enter the room. For it’s instantly clear she’s not reading the tabloid.
<p>The last time I saw the Whiffenpoofs,” a gentleman from the class of about ’36 was saying to his neighbor in the big room of the Englewood, New Jersey, Field Club, “was last December in Washington, and were they good! These kids can really sing.</p>
Next spring, here's what you'll be doing: sleeping late. Let the others rise at dawn to go queue up at the tee. You can spend a lazy day, have a good dinner, and then play golf in the nighttime. Moreover, the course is cool and less menacing under the bright lights.
Among them are Nature raw—the Kruger National Park; Nature refined to the perfection of a bowling green; and Nature pursued—the girls in the cities are beautiful
If you’re considering a visit to South Africa, you’d better plan to forget all about its politics and racial problems, because if you don’t you mightn’t consider a visit to South Africa. Viewed purely as a travel attraction, though, you’ll find that the country is packed with all sorts of pleasant surprises; and the better you know the rest of Africa, the more surprised you’re likely to be.
That is to say, cheers to an elegant double-breasted topcoat which, were it not the fact that all five pictured here were made in the United States, we would call a veddy British coat. The scene is The Prospect of Whitby pub in London, indisputably British and a proper setting for gentlemanly coats. The most luxurious (far left, opposite page) is a dark-brown antelope suede, fully lined and collared in nutria fur.
outside Whitby’s in London, the color scheme is black and tan —a combination which will be much in evidence in the fall months. On the right a giant herringbone jacket of tan and black in a blend of Orion and wool. Made by Eagle Clothes for $50 at Saks 34th Street in New York.
The boot, a by-product of ill-weather and a testament to man's frailty in the face of it, has come to take its place in the arena of men’s fashions. Fair enough. Now you can slosh to the office not in ordinary rubbers but in style. Walk through snow in a brown slip-on by Renegade (top), for $23. Splatter a tranquil puddle in a green brushed pigskin (next down) by Hush Puppies, $10, or in the elasticized-mouth Johnston & Murphy, made of Corfam, for $35. Stay dry in the five-eyelet Roblee ($18), or two-eyelet Winthrop (bottom, $13) which has a fleece lining and black rubber soles to boot.
designed in Paris, has textured 18-k gold “fur” and her ruby nose is redder than a rose. High-styled is the word for this high-spirited feline. Jewelry is always an excellent gift for that special gal on your list. $75, postpaid. Merrin Jewels, 539 Madison Ave., Dept. E, N.Y.C. 22.