The Coral Gables Times

Suburbia Today

THE MAGAZINE OF PLEASANT PLACES Published Monthly

In This Issue . . .

"I Was Sure He Was A Woodchuck" . . . page 7 SO SAID THE MAN who accidentally shot a six-foot-five companion on a hunting trip last year. Most hunting accidents-and there are between 600 and 800 fatalities each year-can be avoided if the men with the guns know how to use them. Here, by Jhan and June Robbins, is the story of what some states are doing to protect hunters themselves, and the innocent bystanders. Carl Sandburg-Family Man . . . page 12 In December, 1907, a young man escorted Miss Paula Steichen, whom he had just met, to a streetcar. In June, 1908, she became Mrs. Carl Sandburg, a status she has now enjoyed for 53 years. This month we are proud to tell you something about the life of the great poet and his family, as seen through the eyes of an admiring and devoted friend, Harry Golden. You Don't Ever Cook Pancakes . . . page 15 You make them, says Evan Hunter, famous author of "The Blackboard Jungle," and "Mothers and Daughters." He has been making them every Sunday morning since he was first married. It has become a ritual that never varies in his house-it means sleepy eyes and Sunday voices and love and warmth and security-and a steady procession of good, hot pancakes smothered in butter and sirup. If You Can't Lick 'Em, Join 'Em . . . page 28 Here's a story that should put the bloom back in the cheeks of all bumper-to-bumper commuters, told by the chief driver of "Readi-Riders, Inc." It's all about how 28 people pooled their fares and bought a bus and now slip comfortably through the Detroit traffic blockade twice a day, playing cards, catching up on their reading, chatting cosily, or just plain napping-and they're showing a profit on the books, too.

Albert Pucci

Oak and ash, maple and elm and tulip-who ever saw the leaves fall this way? And who, on a spicy, sunny autumn day, hasn't basked in the very same glow that Mr. Pucci produces, with his wonderful magenta-orange palette, for our October cover.

LEONARD S. DAVIDOW Publisher ERNEST V. HEYN Editor-In-Chief MARION LOWNDES Editor DELMAR LIPP Managing Editor CHRISTINA PAPPAS Associate Editor PHILLIP DYKSTRA Art Director JOHN BAILEY Humor Editor SUBURBIA TODAY is distributed nationally with newspapers in selected suburban communities. Editorial offices at 60 East 56th St., New York 22, N. Y. Advertising offices at 575 Lexington Ave., New York 22, N. Y. Business offices at 153 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago 1, Ill. Walter C. Dreyfus, Vice President. Patrick O'Rourke, Advertising Director. Ford King, Advertising Manager. Morton Frank, Director of Publisher Relations. © 1961, Suburbia Publishing Corporation, 153 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago 1, Ill. All rights reserved.

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GETTING AROUND . . . to Our Pleasant Places and People

WHEN FRANK J. INDOVINA, fishing near Crestline, California, ran out of worms, he tried green trading stamps and caught a trout, seven bass, and two bluegills. It's almost fun to take out a mortgage with a University Heights, Ohio, bank which presents each prospective householding family with a flowering cherry tree to be planted on the grounds of its new home. A new idea that should do its share to improve international relations is now underway in Peters Township, Pennsylvania. It involves helping exchange students from other lands find adequate housing facilities while they are studying here. Local residents have been asked to donate furnishings such as rugs, stoves, kitchen tables, refrigerators, chairs, sofas, and lamps to be used to outfit a dormitory for the foreign students. All the donations, according to Mrs. W. S. Slack (the lady to contact, incidentally, if you have things in good condition that you'd like to contribute), will be used to make up a "Room Scholarship" to be awarded to some deserving foreign student in the names of the donors. Eighteen-year-old Donald Weigel, of Mineola, New York, has confounded physicists by single-handedly building a cyclotron that can produce proton beams with energy levels of 0.8 million electron volts. Though scientists claim the building of a cyclotron is beyond the intellectual capacity of a high-school student, the result of young Donald's labors will be used, in the future, [?in?] research in atomic science at Mineola High School. Good work! Mrs. Gwen Simonarson, of Blaine, Washington, thought you'd all like to know an unusual effect of dieting. It seems that a Miss Sylvia Sannar, while doing a stretch in the state prison, slimmed down from 100 to 85 pounds, then squeezed through the bars on the window of her cell and escaped. Whatever happened to these quaint old phrases, wonders Martin Tonn of Moorhead, Minnesota. His favorite four, which he so seldom hea[?] any more, are: "Now, we have a rule here-no using silverware on the fried chicken. We always use our fingers"; "Don't be silly, I'll take the check. You're my guest tonight"; "I prescribe more rest for you. Cut down on the odd jobs around the house. Relax and enjoy a good cigar instead"; and "Sorry, but I couldn't find a single cavity in any of your children's teeth. See you next year." Continued on page 4