This cleaver. This woodblock. And a male body part. That's the plan.
Swedish actress Susan Denberg appears in the above promo photo, which was made for the 1967 Hammer horror flick Frankenstein Created Woman. The movie was an entry in a seven part series of Frankenstein movies, mostly pretty bad. As for Denberg, who was a Playboy centerfold in 1966, her acting résumé is scant—she made two movies and appeared on three television shows. Later, she became a subject of intense tabloid interest. You can see an example here.
Quasi doc clues in viewers about sexual possibilities in paradise.
We had to watch Acapulco Uncensored for two reasons. First, it’s set in Mexico, which is our favorite country of all those we’ve visited so far (nine trips for PSGP and counting), and two, it’s in “throbbing color,” according to this promo poster. Well, there’s color but not much throbbing. At least at first. But about ten minutes in Virginia Gordon makes an appearance. We had no idea. So we retract that statement about there being no throbbing. This was one of three movies Gordon made in 1968, in her thirties by then and growing still more beautiful, sporting six pack abs and a slimmed down frame since her Playboy days.
Okay, so what’s the movie about? It’s a travelogue of Acapulco, part staged, part documentary, purporting to take viewers through the sexual hot spots, places where sun lovers can sun, swingers can swing, and whorehouse Johns can get their ashes hauled. It also discusses the dark side—women stuck in prostitution or sexual slavery, drug dangers, the places where tourists can be robbed or shot if they aren’t watchful. It’s narrated, and the script is intelligently written and occasionally eloquent—another surprise. It’s also a bit superior and rude—not a surprise at all.
Acapulco Uncensored is mainly supposed to be a titillation movie, and it offers plenty of that, including Kathy Williams, aka Ira Makepeace, briefly implying oral sex. Surprisingly for the era, there are flashes of pubes. Gordon pushes the envelope—she’d be offering extended looks at her old growth forest if she weren’t shaved. We presume that was a decision made to confound the censors. If the camera goes low enough that there should be hair but none is seen, should those frames be cut? Apparently not. Acapulco Uncensored is a worthy cinematic oddity, and you’ll even learn a few things. It premiered in the U.S.—and weakened some taboos—today in 1968.
There used to be others but they all got laid off one by one.
For some reason this image of Virginia Gordon vibed harem for us, though she has no companions in her colorful room. Must be lonely, but on the plus side she gets all the peeled grapes and bubbly beverages to herself. She was a Playboy centerfold in 1959 and went on to make several films, among them Hot Spur and The Muthers. This image, which is titled “Reflections,” probably dates from around 1960. Gordon will be back.
Her bra strap better hold or everyone at the pool will have quite a yarn to share.
Above: a shot of U.S. model and actress Azizi Johari, whose film résumé includes The Killing of a Chinese Bookie and the obscure West German drama Exit Sunset Boulevard, in which she was billed over Elke Sommer. We’d love to find a copy of it somewhere, but we doubt we ever will. This shot of her in a yarn bikini at the limits of its tensility came from Jet magazine in 1975. See another shot of Johari—a smoldering one—here.
These demure cheesecake images scanned from slides star Idaho born actress Arline Hunter ready for any type of atmospheric conditions, clad in a raincoat that keeps the water off but lets the sunshine—and your eyeballs—in. Hunter first came to public notice in the nudie loop TheApple-Knockers and the Coke, but went mainstream and ultimately generated around thirty acting credits, including in 1958’s Revolt in the Big House, 1959’s The Angry Red Planet, and 1960’s Sex Kittens Go to College. You can learn a little more about her and see a fun Technicolor pin-up of her at this link.
Hello, Metropolitan Opera House? Are opera gloves enough to meet your dress code, or is there more that I need?
Cigarette vending machines were banned in the U.S. in 2010, but back during the mid-century they were big business, and for a big business you needed big advertising. This bright red calendar sheet fit the bill for the Stern Cigarette Vending Maching Company in terms of major visual impact. It shows Margie Harrison in a shot made by glamour specialist Bunny Yeager, titled at the bottom “Perfection.” And indeed, it’s pretty close, with the pose, hair-do, and raven black arm coverings.
Harrison is a significant model. She appeared as Playboy magazine’s January and June 1954 centerfolds—yes, the coveted double-dip. Back then, Playboy was purchasing content from outside sources. As in the case of Marilyn Monroe, calendar vendors the John Baumgarth Company owned Harrison’s images and sold them to Hugh Hefner. Because the magazine was still tweaking its format, it was actually Harrison, not Monroe, who was Playboy‘s first Playmate of the Month. This photo shows that the title fit her like gloves.
We’ve featured Playboy model and aspiring but unfulfilled actress Marilyn Waltz, aka Margaret Scott, a few times, and here’s yet another striking photo, dating from 1959. Waltz has been good to us. We were the first to make the Waltz-Marilyn Walk connection a decade ago, and seven years ago we dug up a rare Technicolor lithograph of her published by C. Moss that was very good for website traffic. We have other shots of her, but there are many other obscure celebrities to upload, and only so much time. If we don’t see Waltz again, this was a good shot to go out on.
On the subject of traffic, the recent outages, 404 errors, and general lack of posting here the last two weeks has been because of a tricky refurbishment and rehosting. We first began having problems with our website back in 2011 and had been promising a revamp ever since. Hey, sometimes things don’t happen when you want them to. But it’s done now, save for formatting aspects of several hundred posts. We’ll have to deal with that bit by bit going forward. It will take some time. Probably several months to get everything in the same shape as Ms. Waltz.
We can’t complain, though. This has been one of our better years. Our many travels took us to Lisbon and Marrakech, we moved into a big old stone pile of a house on the warm Atlantic coast of Spain, our jobs have been smooth, we’ve maintained extremely active social lives, our best friends have visited, and thanks to a very good developer we got the new website we wanted. We’ve also purchased a lot of pulp matter and have many new items to scan and upload. V.2 of Pulp Intl. will hopefully function properly for some years, and, knock on wood, so will we. We’re happy to be back.
Above: a lovely Technicolor lithograph of Jayne Mansfield. Lithos were often derived from magazine sessions. The original photo appeared in Playboy in 1956, so this item could have been printed that year, the next, or even the next. But figuring a time lag to work out the rights, let’s call it 1957 until someone comes across with better info. See two more Jayne lithos here and here. You’ll notice the poses on those are basically the same as above.
A heady new brew of tabloid gossip gets served up in Hollywood.
We have a brand new tabloid to our website today—the colorful Off the Record Secrets, of which you see its June 1963 cover above. This was published by an outfit calling itself Magazette, Inc., which aimed for the high end of the tabloid market with bright fronts along the same lines as the big boys Confidential, Whisper, Hush Hush, et al. Like those, Off the Record Secrets covers miles of ground between its pages, spilling on everyone from Hugh Hefner and his Bunnies, to Frank Sinatra and his Pack, to Elsa Martinelli and her hubby Franco Mancinelli Scotti, to Kirk Douglas and his bad behavior.
Of the items on offer, we were struck by the photo of Annette Stroyberg stuffing her face. We always thought trying to catch celebrities eating in embarrassing fashion started with the internet gossip sites, but apparently we were wrong. In any case you can see why the best restaurants have private dining rooms. Stroyberg must have been furious. Also of note, you Cary Grant fans get see him in a towel at age sixty-one. He’s holding together nicely, though there seems to be some stomach sucking going on. Still, nothing to be ashamed of. He’s got ninety-five percent of men his age beat.
The earliest issue we’ve seen of Off the Record Secrets is from January 1962. By the early 1960s the tabloid market was crowded, therefore owing at least partly to a logjam on newsstands, this magazine lasted only into 1964 before folding its tent. Because of its scarcity issues sometimes go for hefty prices. We got ours for $19.00. But we’ve seen them auctioning for $75.00. The high pricing means we may not buy another example for a while, but we’ll get it done. In the meantime, get acquainted with Off the Record Secrets. We have multiple rare images for you below.
Infancy, adulthood, and death in twenty-four years.
This issue of Man’s Magazine hit newsstands this month in 1963 with Mel Crair cover art we suspect is cropped from a larger piece. In the past the magazine had featured paintings that occupied its entire front, but by this time it was experimenting with a tabloid look, giving more space to blocked text with sensational messaging, and reducing the dimensions of art acquired from Crair and others. More cover changes would come. From fully painted fronts, to the tabloid style you see here, it shifted to photo covers, which happened in 1969 and saw cheesecake and adventure imagery alternating, until the early ’70s when cheesecake took over and adventure was relegated entirely to the interior. Man’s Magazine was by that point publishing nude and semi-nude women on all its covers. Other men’s adventure magazines were doing the same.
This shift happened quickly, but had been in the wind for a long time. Private publications had crossed all red lines much earlier, though they hadn’t been openly available. Producing and selling them was to risk prison. But it was understood that men wanted more eroticism, wanted it at high quality, and would buy it even if it wasn’t behind the fig leaves of art and literature. However, art and literature were needed in above-ground publications because they helped avoid obscenity convictions. Otherwise, erotic content had no “redeeming qualities,” and legal troubles were guaranteed. Mainstream men’s publications were largely articles, fiction, and cartoons for that reason—and to attract advertisers.
Man’s Magazine had launched in 1952 and operated in reasonable health for at least fifteen years. But by the mid-1960s social repression and censorship were in retreat. Language was changing. Racier novels could be published without legal concerns, and more revealing cinematic content was possible. In the magazine realm, brands that foregrounded women’s nudity more than previously were prospering. The erotic but coy Modern Man had launched in 1951. Playboy had arrived in 1954 and been willing to push the standards of what was possible. Penthouse arrived in the UK in 1965, in the U.S. in 1969, and began to show pubic hair. When Hustler arrived in 1974 the floodgates weren’t just open, suddenly, but gaping.
Man’s Magazine is a classic example of a publication that was swept away by all that change, but refused to go down without a fight. Its attempts to adapt failed and it folded in 1976. Interestingly, by the end, during the latter half of that year, it moved to personality covers. Cover stars included Richard M. Nixon, Muhammad Ali, and even Paul McCartney and Larry Csonka. We don’t know what prompted that move—a final attempt to appear more highbrow, perhaps? We haven’t bought any of those last gasp issues to seek clues, but nothing could help Man’s Magazine retain market share in a landscape that featured publications with more nudity and gloss.
But it wasn’t only explicitness and printing quality that pushed Man’s Magazine and its ilk slowly off newsstands. With their tighter operating budgets when compared with Playboy and cohort, they generally had lower quality fiction, profiles, essays, and cartoons. By contrast Playboy would eventually interview some of the most important people in the world, and its fiction would feature the most acclaimed authors. Man’s Magazine never had a prayer of keeping pace. But today’s issue appeared before the decline. There’s fiction from the well known Richard Deming, non-fiction by the respected Richard Hardwick, and many excellent illustrations. All of that and more are below.
BBC Television produces the first ever science fiction television program, an adaptation of a section of Czech writer Karel Capek’s dark play R.U.R., aka, Rossum’s Universal Robots. The robots in the play are not robots in the modern sense of machines, but rather are biological entities that can be mistaken for humans. Nevertheless, R.U.R. featured the first known usage of the term “robot”.
1962—Powers Is Traded for Abel
Captured American spy pilot Gary Powers, who had been shot down over the Soviet Union in May 1960 while flying a U-2 high-altitude jet, is exchanged for captured Soviet spy Rudolf Abel, who had been arrested in New York City in 1957.
1960—Woodward Gets First Star on Walk of Fame
Actress Joanne Woodward receives the first star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, the Los Angeles sidewalk at Hollywood Boulevard and Vine Street that serves as an outdoor entertainment museum. Woodward was one of 1,558 honorees chosen by the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce in 1958, when the proposal to build the sidewalk was approved. Today the sidewalk contains more than 2,800 stars.
1971—Paige Enters Baseball Hall of Fame
Satchel Paige becomes the first player from America’s Negro Baseball League to be voted into the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York. Paige, who was a pitcher, played for numerous Negro League teams, had brief stints in Cuba, Mexico, Puerto Rico, and the Major Leagues, before finally retiring in his mid-fifties.
1969—Allende Meteorite Falls in Mexico
The Allende Meteorite, the largest object of its type ever found, falls in the Mexican state of Chihuahua. The original stone, traveling at more than ten miles per second and leaving a brilliant streak across the sky, is believed to have been approximately the size of an automobile. But by the time it hit the Earth it had broken into hundreds of fragments.