This issue begins with J. Paul Getty complaining that:
"If I turned over my entire fortune to a charitable foundation, would it do any more good than I do with it? The answer is no. However admirable the work of the best charitable foundation, it would accustom people to the passive acceptance of money--and incidentally deprive of their jobs thousands of hard-working people associated with me."
Some pictures from the cover story:
Look ma, no Photoshop!
An ad for a title company:
It will if little Jack carries out the murder/suicide he's contemplating! (By the way, little Jack sure is good with a router.)
A story on the Selma March less than two months before:
Simply a great photo:
Like Soweto: the Rolen School in Trickem Fork,
Okay, so here's the spy, Robert Glenn Thompson:
"The leave [from the U.S. Air Force] came through OK, and on a cold night in December I crossed over to the East. Dressed in civilian clothes as always, I went to the phone booth in Stalinallee and dialed a number, and when the duty officer answered, I said, "Here is Gregor, please. Peace."
At the time it sold over two million copies. The author reissued it in 2003:
Back cover: Sold, American!
Mr. L.A. "Speed" Riggs, tobacco auctioneer.
Update: Amazingly (to me anyway), Instapundit devotes a whole post today to an unfavorable review of Ruby Tuesday's.
Update II: I keep forgetting to post a link to a couple of paintings by Soviet spy Robert Glenn Thompson that were up for sale on eBay recently (thanks, Snapple). Compare the description of Thompson's espionage career there--
He spent late 50s and early 60s locating areas in U.S. and installing caches of arms, explosives and poisons at water supplies, all to be used in an attack from within at the right time. These caches were later fitted with weapons of mass destruction, including suitcase size nuclear weapons. U.S. intel suggests that these caches, though not located and destroyed by U.S., are being maintained.
--to this one in the March 16, 1965, Time: "The Stupid Spy."