We were warned that if we tried to shoot a pictorial featuring Ivy League women, those ultraliberated ladies would ride us out of town on a rail. It didn't turn out quite that way, but before Contributing Photographer David Chan returned from the halls of Harvard, et al., he'd certainly had his share of controversy. Read what writer Jesse Kornbluth has to say about it and see our sizzling photos of Girls/Women of the Ivy League, edited by Associate Photography Editor Jeff Cohen.
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Gee, it helps us think. In spring training, Chicago Cubs slugger Bill Buckner explained that the reason he concentrates so hard on not striking out is that he feels "like a boob walking back to the dugout alter fanning." In reporting this, the Peoria, Illinois, Journal Star ran a story under the headline " 'Boob feeling' helps Buckner's Swing."
Well, we've landed the Big Tuna this time, J.R.! As you know, Morgan, Morgan, Morgan & Fosdick was approached secretly last week by certain people representing the Ayatollah Khomeini. They think that the Ayatollah has what you might call an "image" problem these days. Iran's unpopular enough due to the oil problem and they think that if the Ayatollah's image is spruced up, things'll get a lot better. I mean, Christ, Jim, the Big A. doesn't even know Barbara Walters, hasn't been turned away from Studio 54 once, and I hear Earl Blackwell isn't even considering him for the Worst Dressed List, though he certainly qualifies. This is going to be a toughie for M., M., M. & F., but the Khomeini people were very impressed with the way we got Western International to build that resort on Three Mile Island and they're practically open to anything. I've taken the liberty of jotting down a few notions for your consideration:
Even if you abhor baseball, you're going to love Paul Hemphill's really fine novel long Gone (Viking), about three months in the road life of a Class D Florida baseball team called the Graceville Oilers. As the players travel from one hick town to another, living in motels and on hamburgers, you get to know them remarkably well. The two top bananas are Stud Cantrell, the aging pitcher--first baseman--manager of the Oilers, and Jamie Weeks, innocent young rookie from Birmingham. Although the two are obvious opposites--Cantrell is a loud, beer-drinking, hell-raising womanizer and Weeks has yet to reach first base--they become good friends as the summer progresses.
It's not every night, God knows, that the drama critic of The New York Times makes his deadline dash up the aisle of a converted print shop about 830 miles west of Broadway. Yet it came to pass, one recent November evening, that Mel Gussow covered the world premiere of The Woods, by Wunderkind playwright David Mamet. Gussow returned to the Apple bubbling, comparing Mamet to Pinter and Hemingway--predictably, perhaps, since Gussow's voice had been among the loudest acclaiming such earlier Mamet works as Sexual Perversity in Chicago, A Life in the Theater and American Buffalo. Still, who could predict that New York would be ringing with huzzas for a show on the shores of far-off Lake Michigan?
Domo Arigato, Dylan-San: In the liner notes to Bob Dylan at Budokan (Columbia), Dylan tells us "they can still hear my heart beating in Kyoto at the Zen Rock Garden." It's beating on this album, too. He gave his Japanese audience a fine gift: a paradigmatic performance, truly the essential Dylan, the way God intended it. A few radical retreads and experiments, but throughout he's down to the Idea of each song, each one fresh again, new and shining. Thanks again, Bob.
Their name sounds as though it belongs to a law firm--which might not hurt Townsend, Townsend, Townsend & Rogers (Chocolate City) in today's music world, where decisions are made ever more frequently in the courtroom, rather than in the studio. In reality, they are Ed Townsend, a veteran R&B tunesmith who first hit 21 years ago with For Your Love, and his three grown sons; with ballads that have some guts, rhythm tunes that have some sensitivity and arrangements that make some sense, they bridge all the generations of soul.
Reeling and Rocking: Teddy Pendergrass, the hot R&B star, has signed to play Otis in the upcoming film The Otis Redding Story. Also in production is a two-record sound track of Pendergrass singing Redding.... Mick Jagger returns to the silver screen in Antonioni's Suffer or Die, co-starring Richard Gere and Amy Irving.... Firesign Theatre members are working on a screenplay to be shot in L.A.; it's based on Nick Danger, the character they created for their albums, and will be released next year.... Paul Simon has finalized the deal on his film project. He has written the script (it's semiautobiographical) and the music, and he's insisting on starring in it. The movie, still untitled, contains 14 songs.... Roger Daltrey's new film, produced by The Who, went into production in London. Called McVicar, the movie is based on the true story of one of Britain's most notorious public enemies. Last but not least, rumor has it that Vernon Presley wants John Davidson to play Elvis in an upcoming movie. That's adding insult to injury.
Teens on the loose are a seasonal phenomenon; every summer brings a spate of so-called youth movies, along with other light entertainment to get us through the dog days. One amiable sleeper among the current batch is Breaking Away, a surprisingly fresh and free-spirited comedy directed by British-born Peter Yates, best known for such action-adventure epics as The Deep and Bullitt. Filmed in and around Bloomington, Indiana, from a screenplay by Steve Tesich, a graduate of Indiana U, Breaking Away is a different kind of college movie--about four townies, locally known as cutters, who don't continue their education after high school and feel like underprivileged outsiders in their own home town. Dennis Christopher, Dennis Quaid, Jackie Earle Haley and Daniel Stern play the pivotal quartet, with special emphasis on Christopher as a romantic dreamer who pretends to be Italian, passes himself off to a pretty coed (Robyn Douglass) as an Italian exchange student, even imagines himself belonging to a championship team of Italian bicycle racers. An event known as the Little 500 Bicycle Race brings our hero somewhat to his senses and brings Breaking Away to a climax of sorts. Yates has taken an unhackneyed script, mostly unfamiliar actors (except for Paul Dooley and Barbara Barrie as Christopher's dazed parents) and a nice easy sense of truth--and has put them all together in an uncommon little movie that turns out to be more fun than a picnic.
High intensity hard-core sex, anyone? Nobody does it better than director Gerard (Deep Throat) Damiano, especially when he works with porn star Georgina Spelvin, doin' it under his discerning eye for the first time since The Devil in Miss Jones. Their teamwork makes For Richer, for Poorer one of the most intelligent, appealing erotic movies to be released so far in 1979. Georgina's role is essentially the same as that of the castoff wife played by Jill Clayburgh in An Unmarried Woman, with Richard Bolla as her errant husband, Bobby Astyr as her new love. For Richer, for Poorer poses the rhetorical question Is there sex after divorce? Georgina answers it through a series of dreams, fantasies and new encounters photographed in a provocative style that suffers no loss of heat for being flagrantly romantic. Romanticism, in fact, is the key to the film's success--a good move for Damiano, away from guilt and sadism.
Idol Gossip: The comedy team of Monteith and Rand, whose recent Broadway run reaped raves and a goodly share of Hollywood offers, has signed to make its screen debut for Universal with Turtle Diary. Based on the Russell Hoban novel, the flick is a comedy-adventure in which the two comics play young activists who conspire to swipe two huge sea turtles from the New York Aquarium, trek them through the Hamptons and release them in the Atlantic.... Neil Simon continues to churn them out. The screen version of Chapter II, starring Jimmy Caan and Marsha Mason, will roll soon, as will Seems Like Old Times, based on an original Simon script and starring the comedy team of Goldie Hawn and Chevy Chase. Meantime, Doc's got another play in the works, I Ought to Be in Pictures, which will preem in L.A. in the near future. Doesn't he ever take a vacation? ... Tokyo will have its own Disneyland by 1983, a $300,000,000 project similar in size and concept to California's Disneyland. The five major theme areas of the new park will be Adventureland, Fantasyland, Westernland, Tomorrowland and World Bazaar.
I need a little help. I know it's fashionable these days to hear women complain about the lack of quality attention from their men. Well, I'm a man living with one of those "new" women who is busy juggling a career, other relationships and me, and I'm not getting enough attention. How do I get it without whining?--F. H., New York, New York.
Last spring, an American Airlines DC-10 crashed shortly after take-off from Chicago's O'Hare Field, killing all 271 persons on board and two others on the ground. It was the worst crash ever in the U. S. Among the dead were four people who were friends and colleagues of ours (see page 285).
Twenty-some years ago, Peter Edward Rose was just another tough kid growing up in the river wards of Cincinnati. He was a tough kid who liked girls and fast and fancy cars and baseball. Today, at the age of 38, not much has changed about Pete Rose. The girls have turned to women and fast cars are getting more expensive. But Rose, who makes his living--and a very good one, at that--playing baseball, is still tough. And he is still very much a kid.
He had worked in this nice mid-American town for several years, I'd been told. He was firmly allied with the city's ruling Mafia clan, doing odd jobs--paper scams, mostly--such as running the bookmaking operations. He'd been suspected of heavier crimes, too, including arson. But although the police, the FBI, the Department of Justice, insurance investigators and prosecutors were sure he'd burned things, he'd never been convicted. Until recently, his official business had been running a disco, and that's where I met the man I'll call Lenny Ajax one morning just after closing.
Ten years ago, she used the money she had earned as a Playmate to move Chicago to Los Angels. Since then, Claudia Jennings, who went on to become Playmate of the Year, has never had to look back. That's not surprising, since Claudia obviously looks even better than she did when she began to build her rep as queen of the Bs by playing some baaaad mommas in movies such as Unholy Rollers and Truck Stop Women. Her latest are such hell-on-wheels epics as last year's Deathsport, with David Carradine, and the new Canadian-made Fast Company. Somewhere in between, after a big broken romance followed by a period of readjustment and a brand-new man, (text concluded on page 176) Claudia Recaptured (continued from page 118) Claudia was semiretired. "I quit the business for two years. I had worked so long and so hard, I had just lost touch. Now that I've got my second breath, I'm going to come out real strong this next year. Tell 'em Jennings is back on board."
Sauna is a Finnish innovation--one of the few Finnish innovations. Still, what the Finns lack in versatility, they make up for in intensity. With temperatures often in excess of 200 degrees Fahrenheit (and humidities of less than ten percent), sauna is one of the most extreme forms of physical detoxification in the history of the world. You may think you're simply relaxing in that pristine, self-contained, all-wood environment, but your body knows better. Hard pressed to keep its own temperature at an acceptable level, it works overtime to lose heat, throwing open its pores, flash-flooding them with sweat, rushing blood to skin surfaces, where it's cooled by evaporation to 100 degrees.
I am well Educated, I am a feminist and I don't act or sing, so what am I doing posing nude for Playboy? Well, I suppose that the reason is that posing nude for Playboy was just about the last thing I would ever do. Not that I ever thought that either nude women or Playboy was a suitable object for disdain; they just did not seem to be compatible images with the successful-female-attorney image that I had created for myself.
Synopsis: Michael Storrs is a man who seemingly has everything: He is handsome, successful in business and married to a beautiful woman, Tracy Lawrence. He is, however, attracted to the most dangerous of sports--downhill racing, sky diving, surfing, hang gliding. When two of his companions are killed in a parachute jump, Tracy is deeply disturbed. But Michael refuses to give up his hobbies and, as a consequence, their marriage begins to come apart. Michael's out-of-town business trips increase; he no longer calls Tracy when he's away; and he has taken up with an old girlfriend, a beautiful model who is always happy to drop everything to oblige him.
While the Computer Room may be the heart of the university of the future, those heading back to campus this fall will be wise to round out their wardrobes with wearables that are more Mork than modern, more Fifties than futuristic. Gone are letter sweaters and other throwbacks to collegiate provincialism. Headbands and similar holdover items (text concluded on page 154) from the hippie-dippy days of the activist Vietnam era are also as dated as Day-Glo shoelaces. Today's campus wardrobe is adaptable to almost any situation, reflecting a sophistication of taste and the fact that contemporary fashion design has fluidity, functionality and free spirit that appeals to the young in heart of any age. Naturally, you'll want to keep your wardrobe as compact and economically feasible as possible (tuition costs being what they are), with ample room for the dual use of selections. Corduroy, for example, is a particularly versatile fabric to consider for its ability to be dressed up or down. And considering the demands of economy and academic pressure, it's appropriate that rugged Western wear is back in the fashion picture. Also not to be forgotten are the energy shortage and the probability of another cold winter. It would be wise to stockpile a variety of outerwear and some extra sweaters. If all else fails, you can always burn your textbooks.
When outsiders imagine what the Ivy League is like, they tend to dream about small worlds of leather chairs and English shoes and oarsmen named Saltonstall rowing their sculls down unpolluted rivers at sunset. The men in these dreams are either John Kenneth Galbraith or Ryan O'Neal. The women are always Olive Oyl.
The Latest Fad in chic New York street food is something called meat sticks--bite-sized chunks of beef, charcoal broiled on small bamboo skewers, eaten alfresco. Introduced to the Big Apple during a recent rash of ethnic-food fairs, they are now hawked all over town, with vendors setting up portable grills or hibachis on any likely corner. This culinary innovation is, in fact, a Westernized version of saté, the favorite nosh of southeast Asia. From Bandung to Singapore, open-air food stalls offer saté--bamboo or palm-leaf skewers strung with cubes of well-seasoned grilled chicken, beef, pork, shrimp ... even water buffalo or turtle, if that's your pleasure. And satés (continued on page 258)City Stuck-Ers(continued from page 177) are but one of a host of skewer-broiled specialties throughout the world.
He inspires the Walter Mitty fantasies of millions of football buffs who earn average livings in ordinary jobs. He is George Patton, John Wayne and Billy Graham rolled into one. The college football coach is a much-envied man. Yet his may be one of the most pressure-ridden and insecure jobs around. A few lost games can turn an adoring public into one that dumps garbage on his lawn.
One by-product of inflation, or any severe distortion in the economy, is that it creates a raging bull market in books that tell you how to get rich. The unique quality of the current crop is that they also tell you how to merely survive. From scrutiny of these tomes, it would seem that the higher the book rises on the bestseller list, the less rational the solution to either greater wealth or mere survival. For example, one current best seller, Howard J. Ruff's How to Prosper During the Coming Bad Years, begins with a doomsday scenario that even a Nixonian economist couldn't bring to life, and then uses dubious economics to save you from the disaster he's invented. His breath-taking solution is to store a year's supply of dried food and to buy gold, diamonds and money-market funds--hardly Nobel-quality economic wisdom.
Accident or Arson: How Fire Fighters Tell the Difference
James Mc Kinley
Although convicting an arsonist is difficult, detecting arson is comparatively easy for experienced investigators. They begin by finding the fire's point of origin, because, as one told us, "if there's more than one, it's arson."
Now that jogging threatens to replace sex as our national pastime, all types of portable products are being designed to make the time you spend pounding along the tarmac or sprinting through the park as safe and pleasurable as possible. The lightweight, hand-held gizmos for the road pictured here include a digital clock/stop watch, a wind-chill meter for those freeze-your-tail-off months, a sports stop watch that can be easily read in sunlight and an adjustable device that plugs into your ear so you can time your stride to the sound of its beeps. Hit the bricks!
The old rule of never mixing more than two patterns has been superseded--albeit with (pardon the expression) mixed results. It does take skill and daring, we admit, to pull off the mixed-pattern look, but the added dimension to your wardrobe is worth the trouble. Of course, designers and manufacturers have taken note of this development and are offering preassembled multipatterned ensembles, but beware: Often they give the wearer a somewhat canned look. Better that you give the subject a little study and develop your own taste. You can't package style.
Audi has just introduced a brand-new sporty model, the 4000, to replace its much-appreciated Fox, and judging from that company's previous track record and our chance to test-drive the 4000 on Bavaria's byways and autobahns this past spring, the road looks wide open for this latest little hummer.
Many of you know that four people who were very special to us at Playboy were killed in the aircraft tragedy in Chicago on May 25. They were Sheldon Wax, our Managing Editor; his wife, Judith Wax, the author and a longtime Playboy contributor; Victoria Chen Haider, our Fiction Editor; and Mary Tierney Sheridan, the Administrative Director of our International Publishing division. What you could not know is how enormous the personal and professional loss is for their friends and colleagues. Since editors traditionally ply their trade behind the scenes, we wanted to share our feelings for them with you.