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Suburbia Today THE MAGAZINE OF PLEASANT PLACES Published Monthly

In This Issue . . .

The Last Word on Travel . . . page 10 Stephen Potter, author of "One-upmanship" and a master of the discomfiting remark, presents a surefire formula to squelch a friend who has been on a trip plus a unique plan to follow if you're the returning traveler who wants the limelight. Read "Travelmanship"—guaranteed to put you "one up" on any friend, whether he's coming or you're going. Pierre Salinger Likes Music . . . page 13 And the White House Press Secretary has made sure that his own children have a foundation in good music by making music a welcome part of their family life near Alexandria, Virginia. In a "happy cooperative program," the Salingers play musical instruments and listen to fine recordings besides taking in concerts and inviting musician friends home. One Plus One Equals a Career . . . page 30 Mrs. Irving Stone served as researcher, editor, and business manager while her husband was writing his best-selling book, "The Agony and the Ecstasy." Mrs. Stone doesn't mind the hard work and adds that they're lucky to have the same hours and work at home. Annexation—Why? . . . page 32 The battle of Annexation—where a city tries to take over a suburb on its fringes—is being fought on many fronts. The trouble starts when hard-pressed metropolitan planners seek new sources of revenue, and suburban taxpayers, in their turn, fight recapture by the big-city "machine." Here is a report on the fascinating—and urgent—problems that plague the big cities and the towns involved with them.

On the Cover

One, two, three, four . . . arabesque and pirouette. The accompanist thumps the beat and six bright-eyed youngsters imitate teacher's pose. Like this month's contributor, Pierre Salinger, cover artist Laura Jean Allen is all for music, and knows, too, its joy takes many forms — witness the two nonconformists at the right, blithely following their own unclassical noses.

LEONARD S. DAVIDOW Publisher ERNEST V. HEYN Editor-in-Chief MARION LOWNDES Editor LAWRENCE C. GOLDSMITH Managing Editor AUDREY WOLLENBERG 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, III. Walter C. Dreyfus, Vice President. Patrick O'Rourke, Advertising Director. Ford King, Advertising Manager. Morton Frank, Director of Publisher Relations. © 1962, Suburbia Publishing Corporation, 153 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago 1, III. All rights reserved.

GETTING AROUND . . . to Our Pleasant Places and People

"Could you call back later, Mrs. Harper? She's just become a den mother." SUBURBIA TODAY GETTING AROUND . . . to Our Pleasant Places and People A CORRESPONDENT in Manchester, Connecticut, heard about a woman who went to a California bank and requested a 90-day personal loan of $4,000. After she had filled out the proper forms, the woman was asked how she intended to use the money. She hesitated and then explained that the savings-and-loan association across the street was giving trading stamps with each deposit. If she deposited the $4,000 for 90 days, she would have enough trading stamps to get the typewriter she had always wanted. The loan was granted. Public notice from a Dearborn, Michigan, couple: "Gelding—spirited but gentle. Ideal for teenager. For sale by parents whose daughter has discovered boys are more interesting than horses." We wonder how the police in Whitefish Bay, Wisconsin, are doing with a recent ordinance passed by the village trustees. It seems that resident cats are required to be "under control" at all times, but the village fathers left it strictly up to police to decide when a feline is "delinquent." Grace S. Douglas, a teacher in San Mateo County, California, writes us how a straight-backed little first grader impressed his classmates by announcing he was one-quarter Blackfoot Indian. At recess that day, he fell on the playground and cut his knee. Miss Douglas applied a bandage to the wound, but the child continued to cry. "Oh come now," she said, "it can't hurt that much." "It isn't the hurt," he sobbed, "but I might lose my Indian blood." This one comes from Metairie, Louisiana, and rings true . . . There was a young mother, it seems, who had always made a point of concealing a prematurely white streak in her dark hair, but when streaking became popular she decided to highlight her natural asset. Her nine-year-old son was the first to notice the change: "Gee, Mother, you look great!" he said. "Just like a skunk." After teaching her class the words to "America the Beautiful," a teacher in a school near Glendale, Missouri, heard one voice singing above all the rest, "O beautiful for space-ship skies." Continued on page 6