The little marquise de Rennedon came rushing in like a ball through the window. She began to laugh before she spoke, to laugh till she cried, like she had done a month previously, when she had told her friend that she had betrayed the marquis in order to have her revenge, but only once, just because he was really too stupid and too jealous.
After a particularly tiring performance, a beautiful New York showgirl returned to her apartment and found a halfdozen handsome admirers waiting there, with naught on their minds but amour. "How sweet of you boys to surprise me like this," she cooed, "but, really, I've had an awfully tough show tonight and I'm simply exhausted. I'm afraid one or two of you will have to go home."
He slipped into a corner booth away from the dancing men, where it was quietest, where the odors of musk and frangipani hung less heavy on the air. A slender lamp glowed softly in the booth. He turned it down; down to where only the club's blue overheads filtered through the beaded curtain, diffusing, blurring the image thrown back by the mirrored walls of his light thin-boned handsomeness.
A prominent, middle-aged bachelor told me the other night, "I am surprised at the wolfishness of some of the Broadway broads. Frequently when I take a girl home I have to beg her to please be more discreet. Why, I've had to slap two or three of them when we were riding home in a cab. They are very, very hard to handle, because they are so strong nowadays. They have such strent'," he said. "Such strent'! They are party girls, lifting scotches and sodas all day and all night long, and they have such strent'," that their advances are very hard to resist. They are so strong that, well —"
In order that they might enjoy their after-luncheon coffee in peace, the Crumpet had taken the guest whom he was entertaining at the Drones Club to the smaller and less frequented of the two smoking-rooms. In the other, he explained, though the conversation always touched an exceptionally high level of brilliance, there was apt to be a good deal of sugar thrown about.
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The story behind "The Crooked Man" is almost as unusual as the story itself. We received a carbon of the original manuscript from Charles Beaumont last summer with a note attached. We'd just purchased "Black Country," so anything from Chuck rated special attention.
The man who drinks spirituous liquors merely to get swacked will guzzle the stuff indiscriminately from shaving mugs or flower pots. But the man of taste, the man who appreciates the better brews and blends – this man recognizes a drink for what it is: a symbol of gracious living. Such a man is aware of the importance of sipping the right drink from the right glass. He knows the hazards of drinking champagne from an open-toed slipper, and he knows a good deal more besides. He would, with minimum pondering, match the glasses on this page with their proper drinks, making the top score of 10. Can you? 8 is also an excellent score, and 6 is not too bad. But any lower than that and we'll send you back to the shaving mugs and flower pots.
Most everyone's looking for ways to beat the heat in August. Some must be satisfied with frequent trips to the office water-cooler, others hide out in an air-conditioned movie or sip Tom Collinses all afternoon in their favorite oasis. But photographer Peter Gowland has come up with a near perfect solution. He gets himself a model and an underwater camera and goes swimming. Pete wears skin diving equipment; the model gets by with just skin. And for such a refreshing afternoon, Pete gets paid most handsomely.
You'll enjoy a bigger, brighter Playboy. There'll be more pages, more color, more stories, more pictures – more of all those choice, unique, distinctive elements that have made Playboy the country's most refreshing entertainment magazine for men.
More bachelors than you would suppose have a tender conscience about the seduction of females. Often they will put on the brakes if a woman looks at them wistfully and whispers, "Oh, please don't . . . please!" They also feel like heels if, after a roll in the hay, the woman weeps inconsolably or tragically views herself as damaged beyond repair.