with the blinds up—and once while there was a girl friend in the living-room. It got to be a bit embarrassing. But she was a cool sketch, and she knew how to use that horizontal body of hers—so well. I didn't really give a damn."
In Bachelor, a particularly obnoxious (to us) article appears, entitled "Those Free-Loving Coeds—Why Every Man Should Go To College." The opening paragraphs of this article (giving some idea of the nature of the remainder of the story) are as follows:
"If you're a young man with plenty of initiative, zip and get-up-and-go, the place to be right now is in college. Just think of all the advantages. I don't mean the ordinary ones of being exposed to the great minds of science and the arts, learning from brilliant instructors and preparing yourself for a career. The advantages I'm talking about are even more important and have to do with meeting the most willing group of coeds ever to invade the campus scene.
"The fact is, today's crop of college girls are hot only loving more—but they are more lovable, too. And it all goes to give Joe College fonder memories of his Alma Mater to take with him when he graduates.
"Only recently, for example, an anonymous senior from a large coed university in the middle-West was asked by an interviewer why his school had so few panty-raids in comparison with some of the all-male Eastern schools.
"The senior grinned. "Why should we have panty raids here?' he asked. 'They are all right for guys who can't get enough of the real thing. The girls in this school, though, keep us perfectly happy and content.'"
Again, in Ace, the story, "39 Inches of Femme Fatale," commmences as follows:
"'You are a bitch!' Louise said.
"'Yes, aren't I?' Carla Sanders laughed indulgently. 'And right here is 39 uptilted inches of bitchiness that
