Sat Eve Post 6-5-65

A little late for Halloween, but here's a scary cover:


Such a fine-looking, manly little chap, wasn't he?
Only one ad this time:


That's 17th Street on the left, I think; Dillon Reservoir and a new Denver development on the right.
The development, blown up:


If you have a lawn around here now you're a planet-murdering freak, he exaggerated slightly.

Stewart Alsop's "Affairs of State" column shows that some things never change:

The war in Vietnam has brought to the surface again a mysterious phenomenon. This is the peculiar fatuousness which the profoundly anti-intellectual Communist system seems to inspire in a good many American intellectuals and would-be intellectuals.

Both Alsops were very bitter bitter-enders on Vietnam. This picture was at the end of Stew's (his friends called him Stew) column:


I'm surprised the guy in the foreground has such long hair. It was 1965, after all. Hmmm. He kind of looks like somebody I know.
Then there's the piece teased on the cover about corruption in Massachusetts, which halfway through morphs into a higly favorable semi-profile of Ted Kennedy. Favorite quote comes when the reporter wants to "learn whether [Ted] really intended to commit his peronal mystique, and the immense moral authority [keep scrolling; some of the cartoons are hilarious] inherited from his brother, to an attack on the state's serious problems." Teddy, no doubt gurgling like a baby getting a belly rub, replies,

I agree with what you say regarding my moral authority. I fully recognize my responsibility. . . . [But] we must work as best we can in a quiet way. I don't want to be a dictator.

The next picture is from the same story. No reason to post it except it's cool:



Then part two of "I Spied for the Russians," which for some reason I can't get myself interested in, although the ciggie case with the secret compartment is neat:


You'd probably be kind of conspicuous carrying a cigarette case around these days.
A story by P.G. Wodehouse:



Sample quote:

"He writes books?"

"He's written one. He calls it Hypnotism as a Device to Uncover the Unconscious Drives and Mechanism in an Effort to Analyze the Functions Involved Which Give Rise to Emotional Conflicts in the Waking State, but the title's going to be changed to Sleepy Time."

Wodehouse even has a little essay marking the 50th anniversary of his first appearance in the Post:

From 1909 onward I had been living with a group of young writers at a Greenwich Village hotel, all of us just getting by with occasional sales to the pulps. We read the Post regularly and discussed its contents in awestruck voices, but the most optimistic of us never dreamed of having anything in it. Even the Post Scripts, we felt, were far beyond our scope. Munsey's was more our form, and the Popular and the Argosy.

Finally, a piece on India by Stanley Karnow that, at least as far as the country's food situation, was, thankfully, completely wrong:


"Under current conditions, even optimists are really pessimistic. As a prominent American diplomat, known for his hopeful outlook, put it: "'India has a fifty-fifty chance of keeping afloat, but fifty-fifty simply isn't good enough.'"