With names like Scamp, Rogue, and Vagabond, a new crop of men’s magazines in the late 50s and early 60s tried to get a piece of the Playboy and Esquire action. (We get the girlie, but not the chest-hair backdrop.)
This 1961 cover is badass, although it accompanies a story that reads, “There are only two kinds of girls in Spain-nice girls and the other kind. The nice girls are virtually hidden in closets until they are of marriageable age. Even then they are impossible to find, much less to meet. The other kind of Spanish girl-the driver, he’ll take you quicker than you can say Jose Greco. Since the supply is high, the prices are low-as low as a dollar a trick. There is a little matter like a high VD rate and if you are not too selective, you could well return to the U.S. with a souvenir of Spain that you did not count on.” Which kind of girl is the one pictured?
Can’t explain this cover image. Can get behind 1958 usage of “dude.”
Pre-PC Photoshop of Horrors, or highly uncomfortable dance move?
This one is actually pretty sexy. But why is there a brunette on the cover given that a lead story is about blondes? “Not that we’re against redheads or brunettes or even grey haired women-providing they still have the bloom of youth-it’s just that nine out of ten blondes will swing.” Next time: a grey-haired woman with the bloom of youth.
The only thing more important than the carpeting matching the drapes is your negligee matching the bed ruffle.
A highly determined showing of alliteration in this issue: “Earl Carroll prospered when the bluenoses tried to ban his bare bosom productions, but a combination of booze,
a babe and a bathtub landed the showman in the clink!”
Why did this inexplicable form of hair flippage vanish from magazine covers?
The fine art of stripteasing is making a BIG comeback these days. For a real thrill, there’s nothing like glamor in a G-string.” That would be 1959. The more things change…
Speaking of which… “Talk about the wacky state of things: twenty years ago, women wore tailored suits with square shoulders, drove hacks and worked on auto parts. Ostensibly this was for the war effort, but we’re wondering what war they were talking about…Today the menace is at its most dangerous (mostly because it’s the point in time where we playboys are trying to play). The modern woman has efficiently packaged together all the above features, except she no longer works on auto parts, she markets them. And she’s through insisting on equality, she’s gotten it. She is the career woman, the girl in the grey flannel suit—with suite to match.”
The year was 1961.