This Is a bonus month for cover watchers: Our 148th appears in its usual position, but inside are selections from the 147 that preceded it, a ten-page behind-the-scenes look at some of the best--and most ingenious and provocative--we have run in the past 12 years. For April, the girl out front is once again Cynthia Maddox, our five-time cover-girl champ, appearing in ten color shots chosen from the 361 made by staff photographer Pompeo Posar during the three-day shooting of our February 1964 cover. (Cynthia portrayed a voluptuous valentine, you may recall.)
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Credits: Cover: Model Cynthia Maddox. Design by Reid Austin, Photographs by Pompeo Posar, P. 3 Photographs by Vern Smith, Don Bronstein. Larry Gordon, Al Urbanavicius, Desmond Russell, P. 71 Photographs by Smith; P. 34-85 Painting by Roy Schnakenberg: P 89-99 Women's Apparel by Country Club Fashions. Sherman Oaks, California: P. 125 Photograph By Gordon: P. 132-137 Photographs by Posar (8) Bronstein (5). Gordon (5), Robert Hart (2). P. 142-149 Photographs From The Collections of Penguin (9). Culver (3). John Kodal (2) Stanley Paley (2), Roy George Bernard Thompson: P. 160-161 Photographs by Chantal Howard Orlando J. Barry O'Rourke.
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WWe're pleased as punch, if a bit punchy, after poring over the plethora of nostalgic nonsense sent in by readers in response to our After Hours journey down Trivia Lane (no relation to Lois) in the February issue. For the first time anywhere, you'll remember, we offered degrees--first, second and third, in Triviology: the remembrance of things past but not forgotten--from our own College of Insignificant Knowledge.
My fiancé insists on playing his Sousa records while we make love. He claims that this march music is tremendously stimulating. Even though it excites him, it leaves me cold as a cucumber (although I do react to some music). I've tried adapting myself to the situation, but nothing seems to work. If I don't get help soon. I'm going to "march" right out of this engagement. Advice, please.--Miss B. T., Houston, Texas.
While We Generally don't like moving with the pack for extended periods of time, there are some brief special-interest tours available to the traveler that are definitely worth while. Particularly for the man who wants to spend a few days following his second favorite passion--whether it be wine tasting, desert exploration, gourmet dining, small-plane flying, theatergoing or what have you--these jaunts can often be far more satisfying when enjoyed in expert and convivial company than by lone-wolfing it.
By Robert L. Green ever since Nostradamus started pulling prediction out of the fireplace during the 16th Century, trying to peer into the future has been an alluring, if chancy, business. The fashion prognosticator trying to predict tomorrow's styles generally finds the view doubly opaque, shrouded as it is behind changing tastes and shifting trends. But looking to the upcoming sartorial season, our personal crystal ball is clear. Everywhere we look we find more flair, dash and cultivated elegance than we've seen in almost a decade of fashion forecasting.
It Is Impossible to get too much of India. True, there can be too many temples, too much emphasis on the various gods and too much symbolic carving and statuary, but with the diversity of people and scene, there is enough in this subcontinent to keep a traveler coming back for years. Yet somewhere I had read that the British had introduced an American fish, the rainbow trout, into some Indian mountain streams, and I was curious. My wife's and my Orvis rods were also panting in their cases, and I still clung to my belief, even here where nearly everything is extraordinary, that a fishing rod is often the magic wand waving you on to unusual experiences and adventure. And again it proved to be true.
February may be the shortest month, but it's been April that has--twice in a row--provided Playboy with its shortest centerfold subjects. In fact, 19-year-old Karla Conway, this month's berry-brown surfing buff, is our second Playmate (last April's bantam beauty, Sue Williams, was the first) to weigh in at 98 pounds, all of them fetchingly distributed on a fine 4'11" frame.
When James Hollowell, a prominent young attorney in the desert city of Palm Springs, California, decided to move from his limited quarters in a posh urban high-rise and build a home in the residential outskirts, he had two requirements: One, that his future pad give him the same privacy he had learned to cherish in his city digs; and two, that while offering sanctuary, his house should offer the indoor-outdoor, pool-and-patio type of life that a place away from the city can more easily provide. A careful search by the busy bachelor turned up the ideal location in Deep Well estates, just a five-minute drive from his Palm Springs office.
Majoon, majoun, ma'jun . . . how soft the word is, how full of magic and jinn, how dark to the imagination! Majoon is the Arabic word for jam, but here in Morocco and all through the Islamic world, everyone knows that it is a special confection with Indian hemp, or kif, as its main ingredient. In Morocco it is still as commonplace as fruitcake in England or angel-food cake in the United States. It is usually taken on festive occasions or in the wintertime, when it keeps you warm through the long Moroccan nights; but any time you feel like traveling or crave some instant magic theater, all you have to do is find your favorite majoon seller and Open sesame! All doors fall down and you are off on a voyage with no turning back.
My Father Met my Mother at an ice-skating rink in Cleveland, Ohio, in the early 1920s. She says that he had no taste in those days. He was uneducated. He was an uneducated greenhorn. He spoke with a heavy accent, wore green shoes and rode a motorcycle. Also he had the rude habit of picking up girls at the ice-skating rink. The last one he picked up, so far as we know, was my mother. Though he had no taste, he liked the plump blonde little lady whose ankles needed strengthening before she could spend a whole evening on skates. He suggested that she take his arm and try something easy--a waltz, a two-step, or just going where he led her.
While We Concede there's merit in the ancient adage about not judging a book by its cover, we also believe that Playboy's outward appearance tells a good deal about the publication. The same individuality in graphic ideas and design that has been a mark of the magazine since its inception is apparent in its covers; its unique contemporary quality, its interests, taste and playful spirit are all reflected on the face of the publication. In addition, a chronological sampling of the covers published during the first dozen years--24 of which appear on this spread--chronicles Playboy's progress to its present position as the most popular men's magazine of our time. With the early issues of Playboy--in the days of high hopes and a low bank balance--our covers were severely restricted by a lack of funds. The original cover (top left) was printed in two colors and featured a photograph of Marilyn Monroe, also featured inside as Playboy's first Playmate of the Month. The magazine had a two-man staff: Editor-Publisher Hugh M. Hefner and Art Director Arthur Paul. The initial issue was put together in Hefner's apartment and went on sale late in 1953. The cover carried no date, because Hefner had just enough money to publish the one issue, and he wasn't certain when or whether he would be able to produce a second. The first issue sold well, however, and with the income from that, it was possible to print another. With a sudden surge of publishing confidence. Hefner decided to put a date on the next one, designating it January 1954.
Ribald Classic: The Double Deception of Janos the Jack
There Resided, in ancient Buda, Janos the prince who, like most of us, eventually found himself trapped into marriage. The trapper was a handsome princess and also (as often follows) a domineering, aggressive woman, and she made the poor prince's life a bed not of love but of thorns.
The Hollywood screen sirens of the Thirties were bolder, brassier, bitchier and, for the most part, bustier than their counterparts of the previous decade. It is true that Clara Bow, Gloria Swanson and Pola Negri, so characteristic of the flamboyant Twenties, continued on into the depressed Thirties: but their latter-day images, like those of most of the silent stars, gave off only a pale reflection of their former luminescence. The sole exception was the great Garbo, whose haunting hold on audiences endured throughout the decade. Nevertheless, the harsh fact was that the new and harder times precipitated by Wall Street's 1929 debacle, plus the technical changes in cinema brought on by the sound revolution, spelled finis for Hollywood's flaming flappers, vintage vamps and tempestuous glamor queens.
Synopsis: For months, our narrator Hermann, a narcissistic chocolate merchant, has planned the murder of his double, the wanderer Felix. His motives: desperation and greed. Hermann is facing bankruptcy: to escape its maw he will kill Felix, change clothes with him, then hide out. When Felix' body is discovered, the police will think it is Hermann who is dead. Eventually Hermann's "widow" Lydia will collect his life-insurance money and join him in France, where together they shall live in comfort and idleness--as Monsieur Malherbe and his femme.
Gander of the goosed-up sentence is a 34-year-old writer of nonfiction whose prose reads as though it were fed through a faulty telephone connection. He is Tom Wolfe, the man who took the zonks, zaps and zowies out of comic strips and pop art (see Playboy After Hours, December 1965) and put them into the New York Herald Tribune, where now they offer a Sunday supplement respite from the pontifical pronouncements of the Trib's Walter Lippmann and Roscoe Drummond. Super . . . . . . fantastic!!!! is the way Wolfe himself might describe his own splendid argosy to a mooring in this august harbor. A Virginia-bred Yaleman, he worked on The Washington Post before assaulting New York clad in an off-white suit and a lemon-colored tie. There he began to festoon his prose with the ornate repetitions, decorative exclamation points, flaky half-words and the other semi-surrealistic doodads that so distinguish it today, not only in the Herald Tribune, but in The Saturday Evening Post and Esquire. An example: "She is gorgeous. . . . a huge tan mane . . . two eyes opened--Swock!--like umbrellas!!!!" Unlike Lippmann and his Olympian colleagues. Wolfe eschews analysis of the men at work in the bazaars of world intrigue for those engaged in lesser pursuits: the hot-rod rider, the faded movie queen, the bored Park Avenue housewife, the carnival claque at play in the market place of "in." His biographical portraits have won wide recognition. His dissection of William Shawn, editor of The New Yorker, left literary figures gaping like beached fish: and his visit with Hugh M. Hefner, presenting the other side of the coin, resulted in the most perceptive profile written about Playboy's publisher to date. His biggest splash thus far. however, came from his recently published book. The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby, an unexpected best seller compiled from his newspaper and magazine pieces. Says Wolfe of Wolfe's work: "I try to keep it spontaneous."
"Playmate of the Year"-Playboy's Annual Pictorial Tribute to the Top Playmate of the Past Twelvemonth Plus: A Photo Report on Current Playmate of the Year Jo Collins' Memorable Visit to Vietnam to Deliver The First Issue of a Lifetime Subscription to Playboy Ordered By A Combat Company of Airborne Infantrymen