Our Big Resolution for the new year is to try and make the next twelve months of Playboy a little more special and entertaining than the last dozen. We think, this issue is a pretty good start. Ray Bradbury has presented us with an unusual tale of a future time when Mars invades the Earth, with unexpected results. Erskine Caldwell makes his fourth Playboy appearance, writing an emotional episode about carnival life; John Steinbeck makes his first with his classic, "The Ears of Johnny Bear."
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It was more than she could bear any longer. Bess stumbled out of the pitch-dog-stand and felt her way over ropes, pegs and packing-crates to their house-tent. She had told Hutch she wanted to comb her hair, but she knew that he knew as well as she did what the trouble was.
The village of loma is built, as its name implies, on a low, round hill that rises like an island out of the flat mouth of the Salinas Valley in central California. To the north and east of the town a black tule swamp stretches for miles, but to the south the marsh has been drained. Rich vegetable land has been the result of the draining, land so black with wealth that the lettuce and cauliflowers grow to giants.
A girl friend of ours entered a crossword-puzzle contest and missed first prize by just two letters. The problem, she said, was to find a four letter word, ending in i-t, to describe what is commonly found on the floors of bird cages. She was sure she had it, but the judges didn't care for her solution. Seems the correct answer was grit.
Naked she lay, claspt in my longing Arms,
I fill'd with Love, and she all over Charms,
Both equally inspir'd, with eager fire,
Melting through kindness, flaming in desire;
With Arms, Legs, Lips close clinging to embrace,
She clips me to her Breast, and sucks me to her Face.
The nimble Tongue (Love's lesser Lightning) plaid
Within my Mouth, and to my thoughts convey'd
Swift Orders, that I should prepare to throw
The All-dissolving Thunderbolt below.
My flutt'ring Soul, sprung with the pointed Kiss,
Hangs hov'ring o'er her balmy Limbs of Bliss.
But whilst her busie hand wou'd guide that part
Which shou'd convey my Soul up to her Heart,
In liquid Raptures I dissolve all o'er,
Melting in Love, such Joys ne'er felt before.
A touch from any part of her had don't,
Her Hand, her Foot her very locks had charms upon't.
Smiling, she chides in a soft murmuring Noise,
And sighs to feel the too too hasty Joys;
When with a Thousand Kisses, wand'ring O're
My panting Breast, and is there then no more?
She cries: All this to Love, and Raptures due,
Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?
But I the most forlorne, lost Man alive,
To shew my wisht Obedience vainly strive,
I sigh alas! and Kiss, but cannot drive.
Eager desires, confound my first intent,
Succeeding Shame, does more success prevent,
And Rage, at last, confirms me impotent.
It is not without a certain eagerness that I watch the year 1954 lick its wounds and repair to some remote corner of limbo to die. For as New Year's Eve draws ever closer, I am reminded of last New Year's Eve and of my conduct on that occasion, the scars of which have not yet quite vanished from my psyche.
Three Years ago a talented collection of new faces appeared on Broadway in a hit musical by that name. The very brightest countenance belonged to sinewy, sensuous Eartha Kitt who stopped the show singing the sophisticated Monotonous ("Jacques Fath made a new style for me, I even made Johnny Ray smile for me, a camel once walked a mile for me ...").