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PRAYBOY
AFTER HOURS |
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It has been our pleasure in the last few years to be the recipients of
many national, state, and local awards for unceasing efforts in the
struggle to raise both the moral standards and cultural tastes of the
nation. Recently, however, we received what we feel is our greatest
honor to date. At a gala affair held at the Hotel Fontenbleau, the
photography staff of Prayboy received the Henry Miller Award for
superior effort in the science of still photography. Our undy- ing
thanks go out to the seven men on the judges board who, after flicking
through several hundred of our issues, finally rendered this coveted
award upon us. A faithful reader of ours from Des Moines sent in a clipping from his Church bulletin. It reads as follows: "The panel discussion The True Meaning of Marriage is canceled until further notice, due to the fact that the guest lecturer, Miss Whatley, is on her honeymoon." We would like to take the space now to say that we are highly offended by a recent statement made by the Park Commissioner of Laurel Lane, Indiana. He said in an interview that, "We cannot see the merits of placing a Prayboy Club in the proposed site for the recreational park. Only the male population could benefit from such a club, whereas the whole family can derive both enjoyment and healthful exercise from the park.” We would like to point out to the honorable Commissioner that all our clubs have a special Kiddie Room, offering classes in the art of martini mixing, consultants and what the well- dressed six grader should wear, and weekly symposiums on the latest Dr. Seuss books. We cannot see how the Commissioner can equate such an instructive program to smelly, hot, tiring exercise. Silver Screen Department: Hats off to Director Malcolm Hurdbottm for his latest extravaganza. His film, entitled Symphony in Soap, runs for an hour |
and a half and consists of
close-ups of the facial expressions of Ann-Margaret as she takes her
daily shower. It is an interesting and instructive evening for the
whole family and should be a must.
BOOKS
In the last few years there has been an influx of books dealing
with the subject of censorship. Some have been worth the reading, but
the majority of them have read more like cookbooks than the serious
works they were intended to be.Now on the literary scene comes a book which deals with what we feel is an area crying out for a close investigation, that of the publishing of mathematics textbooks. These works reach far and wide in our college-oriented society of today, and if their publishers are allowed to continue their rampant censorship of everything they feel is offensive, our schools will continue to provide a substandard education. The book, entitled, Playing Around With Numbers by Arthur G. Gruckworth, begins by making the reader acquainted with the general history of censorship in the math textbook world. One finds it difficult to believe that such gross censorship has gone by undetected, but alas, such is the case. The book continues then to catalogue the various types of censorship which are common in this area. The flagrant enclosing of harmless numbers within brackets and parentheses is infuriating. The deletion of complete chapters such as, The Ovals of Cassini, Integration, Reciprocal Relations, Dead Reckoning, Azimuths of Heavenly Bodies, Rationalization of Denominators, etc., make one shake with fury. The final touch is found in the last chapter, which deals with surpressed diagrams. Here we read of important graphs and diagrams being deleted from various texts because of their supposed Freudian symbolism, and |
wish
that we had these publishers within our grasp so that we might strangle
them with a "pair a bolos." This book is a blockbuster, and its effects will be felt throughout the nation as irate teachers, students, friends of free thought, and all who treasure true knowledge rise up and free themselves from this host of Victorian publishers who hold the fate of the educational system of the United States in their grasp. We are glad that someone has finally had the courage to print Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs in its unabridged form. Up until now we could only guess at the true meaning of the relationship between Snow White, (her actual name we find is Mary Lou), and those seven dirty old men, and though no one would ever say it before, we all knew that there was something behind Dopey's sardonic grin. Once and for all we know what Sneezy was really allergic to and why Doc was no longer a practicing physician. How refreshing it is to finally be free of all those childish illusions. Poisoned apple indeed! This book makes no allusions to what went on in that tower room where that old woman, (or whoever it was), was supposedly working at her spinning wheel, or why Snow White, (or whoever it was), wore her hair so long. The final scenes, where Prince Charming, (who's actual name was Saul), charges up the mountain of glass, in one hand the Sword Excalibur, in the other a magic wand, screaming at the top of his lungs that immortal word, "Rumplestiltskin," is an accurate account of how Snow White, or Mary Lou, or whatever you want to call her, was saved from the fire-breathing dragon. The book separates fact from fiction, and we shall be forever grateful. RECORDINGS
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