We've Just Completed a survey of Playboy's Charter Subscribers, and thought you might be interested in the results. As we suspected, the average Playboy reader has a little better education, position and income than his non-Playboy-reading brother. Our statistical experts* insist this doesn't mean that reading Playboy will make you a success, however. It's just that successful men enjoy reading the magazine, that's all.
Playboy is published monthly by the HMH Publishing Co., Inc., 11 E. Superior, Chicago 11, Illinois. Postage must accompany all manuscripts and drawings submitted if they are to be returned and no responsibility can be assumed for unsolicited materials. Entry as second-class matter applied for at the post office at Chicago, Illinois, October 14, 1954 Contents copyrighted 1954 by HMH Publishing Co., Inc. Nothing may be reprinted in whole or in part without written permission. Printed in U.S.A. Any similarity between people and places is purely coincidental.
Mr. Augustus was a teller in a Wall Street bank and painting was his hobby. He had a black bowler hat which sat on top of his head and a melon-like paunch over which he clasped his hands when he was thinking.
The man-about-town has found it far easier to get about town since the invention of the horseless carriage. And there is no denying, sparking was simplified with the introduction of the spark plug, because a girl just wouldn't believe a horse had run out of hay. Here, then, is Playboy's salute to the automobile industry: a portfolio of inkblot prints by Jerry Warshaw depicting the progress of playboy behind the wheel.
This year fightdom staged its most fascinating, frightening spectacle – the spectacle of a man beating his own brains out. U. S. boxing may stand in the center of the ring, like a champion among sports, but if you look too closely, you'll see the champ is almost out on his feet.
Vic Glover awoke with the noon-day heat ringing in his ears. He had been asleep for only half an hour, and he was getting ready to turn over and go back to sleep when he opened his eyes for a moment and saw Hubert's woolly black head over the top of his bare toes. He stretched his eyelids and held them open in the glaring light as long as he could.
Treating a person for a mental aberration in this day and age is like giving a drowning man artificial respiration without taking him out of the lake. Things have become too confused. Treatment is not my answer. (I have received several badly written letters from a Dr. Carl Gassoway demanding that I state that treatment is his answer. I have no intention of complying with this imbecilic request.)