Condition is very good.
Nice Budweiser ad.
EXCLUSIVE
"My Own Story"
by
BRIGITTE
BARDOT
France's
Box-office
Bombshell
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a cat, and the feeling's
best friend is hardly ever
OUR COVER:
A dog's
mostly mutual. But this
pair have been introduced
by the best friend any pup
or kitten ever had-famed
pet photographer Walter
Chandoha-and...well...
any friend of Chandoha's
is a friend of any other
friend of Chandoha's.
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By ALAN HYND
Corn Belt Con Man
"My Own Story" .
. By BRIGITTE BARDOT
By DAN PARKER
TV Fights-and How to Judge Them
Diet While You Eat
By WILFRED DORFMAN, M. D.
and THYRA SAMTER WINSLOW
Spaceman at Home.
By FRANCES LEIGHTON
In One Ear .
. By JOE MCCARTHY
Patterns
Wonderful Ways With Windows
By DORIS DENISON
It Should Happen to People
By JOHN CARLOVA
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By A. I. W. DORRANCE
Health and Better Living
A round-up of the latest in medical developments
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A New "Old" Help for Reducers
In a clinic at New York's Bellevue Hospital
recently, a series of obese people, ranging in weight
from 140 pounds to 257, were advised to go on a
well-balanced, 1,100-calorie diet. Along with the
advice, all received what they thought was a potent
medicine to take at home. Actually, half did get
real medicine-a newer form of thyroid hormone
called liothyronine-while, for test purposes, the
others received only dummy pills.
At first there were no great noticeable differ-
ences. But, as the study continued for months, strik-
ing differences showed up. With just one exception,
every patient on liothyronine lost weight. One lost
202 pounds, not in any rush but steadily over a
period of a year. Another lost 14% pounds. The
average loss was 92 pounds.
In sharp contrast, only 15 per cent of those re-
ceiving the inert pills showed any loss. A few main-
tained the same weight. More than 60 per cent
actually gained weight-as much as 12% pounds.
Does this mean it's time for a new look at the
metabolic approach to treating obesity? The Belle-
vue physician who made the study believes it does.
The thyroid gland controls metabolism, the
body's use of food and energy. Years ago, when
thyroid substance first became available, there was
a rush to use it wholesale for weight control. Then
it fell into scientific disrepute-except in obese
people with hypothyroidism, whose glands clearly
did not produce enough thyroid hormone.
Such people are relatively few, but recently,
discovery of liothyronine has focused attention on
a condition called hypometabolism which may be
much more common than hypothyroidism.
In hypometabolism the thyroid may turn out
a normal amount of hormone. Basal metabolism
and other tests may be normal. But the hormone
may do little good. The theory is that it has to be
converted into a special chemical form before it
can be used by body tissues-and in people with
hypometabolism, the conversion doesn't take place.
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When Queen Elizabeth knighted Sir Francis Drake the idea
for an ugly scandal and a gigantic financial hoax was born.
CORN BELT
CON MAN
He swindled $2,000,000
out of 70,000 Midwesterners
who believed they had
royal blood in their veins
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By ALAN HYND
OSCAR HARTZELL was a rogue from the
tall corn country with a tall tale-the tale that
tens of thousands of the good folk of the Middle
West were the descendants of an illegitimate son
born of a secret liaison between Sir Francis Drake
and Queen Elizabeth, and were heirs to a hidden
twenty-billion-dollar estate. Spinning the tale for
eight wondrous years, and selling shares in the
hon-existent estate, Hartzell, one of the sharpest
con men ever to hustle along Larceny Lane, clipped
70,000 investors for more than two million dollars.
Oscar, a hulking, uneducated farm boy from
Madison County, Iowa, was a born backslapper.
Until he was 47 he was a traveling drummer of
farm implements, then a deputy sheriff. By hang-
ing around courtrooms and watching clever lawyers
hoodwink juries, Hartzell decided that the average
citizen would, if properly approached, believe prac-
tically anything.
Oscar got off the ground one night in the 1920s
when, just after having lost an election for the
sheriff's job, he was visited by a couple of sharpers
who were peddling shares in the mythical Drake
estate a classic swindle that really didn't hit its
stride until Oscar took hold of it. "I don't believe
a word of what you're sayin'," said Oscar.
"Why?"
"Bęcause my dear old mother lost our farm in
this same thing when I was a little boy-but if you
pay me a commission," he said, "I think maybe I
can sell some of these shares."
Setting out on a tour of the Corn Belt in a
tubercular jalopy, Oscar informed the suckers that
research had disclosed that they were descendants
of the illegitimate Drake boy. Thus, he said, they
were heirs to a fortune that had been kept hidden
by the British Government to avoid an historic
scandal, and on which interest had been accruing
for three centuries.
Oscar was, he explained, selling shares in the
fortune to defray the London legal expenses neces-
sary to pry the money loose from John Bull. The
tale sounded genuine when the homespun Oscar
spun it.
"How much," a farmer would ask Oscar, "will
I get on my money if I go into this thing?"
"I want to be conservative," Oscar would reply,
blinking. "Let's say you'll only get a hundred dol-
lars for every dollar you invest."
With that the farmer would rush out to sell the
old spotted cow. The disclosure that they were
tainted by illegitimacy didn't seem' to bother the
donators, as Oscar began to call the victims of the
swindle. The Iowans couldn't get down on the
good thing fast enough.
As the months wore on and the swindle began
to mushroom, Oscar cut loose from the two crooks
he was working for and branched out on his own.
He hired several key salesmen-characters who
had hayseed sticking out of their celluloid collars
and who spoke the lingo of the Corn Belt.
By the time Oscar had been functioning for a
year, the Drake caper had assumed such propor-
OSCAR HARTZEL s
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By Brigitte Bardot
EDITOR'S NOTE: Brigitte Bardot, as she herself declares i
her accompanying self-portrait, is a lady of many contradie
tions and turns of mind. Since the story was written, report
have her estranged from Sacha Distel and entangled with 29
year-old actor Jacques Charrier, with whom she has just made
a new movie, "Babette Goes to War." However, by the tima
the reader scans these words it is entirely possible that Distel
may (or may not) again be the front runner in Brigittele
unpredictable love sweepstakes. Who can tell?
I BEGAN TO MAKE MOVIES when I was 17. Now I'm
24 and I've made 24 movies. At first nothing went well. No
one wanted me. I sent photographs to producers and they all
passed me by. They said I would never amount to anything,
Then I made a melodrama in Rome, a melancholy kind of
film, the way the Italians like them. In English it was called
Love, Hate and Treason. I wouldn't go so far as to say I was
good in it, but I wasn't bad either. It was then that French
producers heard about me and began to say: “Well, it's just
possible that this little girl will get somewhere after all."
A picture called The Grand Maneuver sent my price up
enormously. Then there was Picking Daisiės and . .. oh, yes
... And God Created Woman. That was the beginning of the
beginning.
I was married at 18, at the very start of my career, to
Roger Vadim. I didn't know what to do with myself. Vadim
showed me. He made "B.B.", but Brigitte Bardot existed
before that. Even without him I think I would have become
sômeone-a dancer or a well-known cover girl perhaps.
In the movies, however, he helped me very much. He made
me change my ways and, especially, he taught me that things
don't happen by themselves, as if by magic; that you've got to
do more than lift your little finger if you want to succeed. You
must work and have patience. I owe him a lot. If he had not
been around when everything was going badly, when no one
wanted me, I think I would have abandoned the movies.
I had given myself two years to succeed. I don't do things
halfway, and for almost two years nothing went well for me.
There were some weeks when I decided to quit entirely, when
I hated everything to do with the movies.
spend my life begging producers for bit parts.
With Vadim it was work above all that mattered. We had
some hard times. No money; we lived in a seedy furnished
flat, two small uncomfortable rooms. Everything went wrong.
We had all the inconveniences that go with lack of money-
those tiresome, routine things that kill love, those absurd little
annoyances that make people fight all the time, that put you
in a bad mood.
We couldn't make ends meet. Vadim would do anything, it
didn't matter what, to make a little money. I did too. 1
posed for fashion photographs. I washed dishes. I cooked.
Now I never cook. Rather than cook, I would prefer not to eat.
I treated Vadim more like a pal, I suppose, than a real
husband. Of course we were in love, very much so, but above
all he was a friend. I owe a lot to Vadim, yes, but he owes
me something too. It was I who got him the job as director of
And God Created Woman, his first big break.
It was while we were making that film that I met Jean
I didn't want to
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WITH MARCEL HAEDRICH
talks frankly about her private life
Louis Trintignant, the actor with whom I fell in love. We
shared the same tastes. And we never fought. When he was
doing his military service, how I wanted him near me!
I always need someone near me. Maybe that sounds like
a contradiction; first I say that it is the everyday things that
kill love and then that it is absence that does it...but there
are lots of contradictions in me, in everyone, I guess.
But I need real affection. I need to feel it and to give it.
The other day a contractor who was working on my house
nico"
said to me: "You know, you're really very nice." That made
me melt. I could have thrown my arms around him.
I really get the
I'm
wearing
Whenever I make an appearance in public I
once-over. They look at my hair. my dress. If
a scarf on my head and a simple coat, I hear people say: "With
the me
all the money she makes she could be better dressed. Look at
bear
her hair!" And if I go out in mink, manicured, coiffed, made-
up, the same people will claim that I'm affected. But I think
they must like me or they wouldn't come to see my pictures.
Still, there are lots of people who take a malicious pleasure
in saying in a loud voice: "I thought she'd be better looking
than that. If that's a star.. ." They have to insult, I suppose.
I am more sensitive to one disagreeable remark than to 10
compliments.
It is true that I am never really well groomed, When I
a young girl this made me the despair of my mother. She
used to take away my dessert and forbid me to go out. When
I began making movies they fixed my hair and made me up.
I who had never put anything on my skin now had a face
smeared with thick yellow plaster. It made me sick.
was
to be affectionate with, I pet my
I have two of them: Clown (I call him Clou-
clou) a black cocker spaniel, an anniversary present from
Vadim; and Guapa, a little animal of uncertain breeding.
found Guapa in Madrid nibbling around a garbage can.
picked her up and brought her with me to Paris and changed
her whole life. At first Clouclou was a little jealous but he
When there is
no one
dogs for hours.
Soon got over it.
One evening when I was starting out for a big party I
noticed, all of a sudden, that Guapa had begun to twist and
squirm. I telephoned Maman. She told me: "She is surely
going to have her puppies. You mustn't leave her." So I didn't.
She had three puppies, I baptized them Ding, Deng and Dong.
I have doves at my house in St. Tropez and a cat called
Monsieur Trotte. I send him postcards. When I travel I also
send postcards to my dogs.
It was at St. Tropez that I met Sacha Distel. I had known
him slightly before that and hadn't found him particularly
interesting. He felt the same way about me. We were on
vacation and I was tired, depressed and a little sad. There
were lots of people in my house when he came there one
evening. He stayed eight days. One night, a friend who was
celebrating his birthday invited us to the Esquinade. There
were lots of other people there. That evening Sacha and I
saw each other with new eyes.
(Continued on page 9)
THE BARDOTS AT HOME. When Brigitte (playing with her dog Clouclou)
and her sister Mijanou can get away from their movie chores, they rush
home for a reunion with their father and mother, Louis and Anne-Marie
Bardot, and the trimly bearded grandfather they call "Boum-Papa."
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MIJANOU BARDOT, Brigitte's sister, is
also a movie actress who likes to play the
gamine away from the cameras.
swimming partner is Pierre Schoendoerf-
fer, who sometimes co-stars with Mijanou.
Her
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TV Fights-
and how to judge them
A famous sportswriter says you can sit in
your living room and be as smart as the experts at ringside
By DAN PARKER
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TELEVISION has made America a
nation of fight referees and judges. People
who a decade ago wouldn't have attended a
boxing match if you'd paid them to now
are second-guessing the ring officials at na-
tionally televised bouts.
More often than not, with good reason,
The unvarnished truth is that some boxing
officials aren't qualified to judge dog fights.
Political influence, rather than a solid back-
ground in boxing, is the chief requisite for
appointment, particularly for judges. Referees
are usually better grounded in the sport;
many of them are former fighters.
Venality, however, probably causes more
bad decisions than incompetence. The under-
world wields a powerful influence in many
cities and uses this to bring about the appoint-
ment of officials who will stand up for the
"right" man, especially in a close fight.
Some of the most odoriferous decisions of
late have come out of California and Chicago.
A particularly bad one originated in Holly-
wood last January, when Paul Armstead,
after having his ears pinned back artistically
The American Weekly-May 24, 1959
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by Len Mathews, was declared the winner.
The howls from the home front are still echo-
ing over that one, but the law of averages
caught up with Armstead when he met Eddie
Perkins in Chicago on April 13. Though win-
ning all the way (on the home screen), he got
the short end (from the officials).
A classic in misjudgment was the decision
awarded to Gil Cadilla over Willie Pep in San
Francisco back in March, 1955. Pep, one of the
great ring craftsmen of this era, clearly out-
boxed Gil but lost the decision. The fact that
this led to a return bout in Detroit seven
weeks later, which Willie won, makes anyone
inclined to be cynical about boxing take a
jaundiced view of this particular situation.
A couple of more recent decisions which
scented the screen, in the eyes of many arm-
chair officials, were those giving Dennis Moyer
the nod over Gaspar Ortega and Del Flanagan
over Ralph Dupas.
Only those connected with boxing are
aware of the shenanigans that sometimes go
on under cover, but the New York County
grand jury's current (Continued om page 21)
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Spaceman
at Home
By FRANCES LEIGHTON
Washington Editor
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Lieutenant Colonel John H. Glenn,
Jr., 37, of the U. S. Marine Corps and North
Arlington, Virginia, is a 5' 8", 180 pounder
with close-cropped red hair and striking green
eyes, a flying veteran of World War II and
Korea, holder of the Distinguished Flying
Cross with four clusters and the Air Medal
with 18 clusters.
He set a continental speed record-from
Los Angeles to New York-of three hours, 23
minutes and 8.4 seconds two years ago. Like
millions of his fellow Americans, he leads a
whołesome, normal family life but there the
similarity ends. For, chosen as one of the
seven astronauts of Project Mercury to train
for an historic mission into the unknown,
Glenn may very well become, within the next
two years, the Columbus of the Rocket Age.
If so, he will be hurled 125 miles into space,
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circle the earth two or three times at 18,00
miles per hour and, if all goes well, will return
Should this space age pioneering role no
fall to Glenn, it will go to one of his con-
freres: Lieut. Commander Walter M, Schirra
Jr., 36, of Hackensack; New Jersey; Lieut
Commander Alan B. Shepard, Jr., 35, of East
Derry, New Hampshire, and Lieut. Malcolm
S. Carpenter, 33, of Boulder, Colorado, all of
the Navy; and Capt. Donald K. Slayton, 35
of Sparta, Wisconsin; Capt. Virgil I. Grissom
33, of Mitchell, Indiana, and Capt. Leroy G
Cooper, Jr., 32, of Shawnee, Oklahoma, all of
the Air Force.
Glenn volunteered as one of the seven air-
men most likely to "get out of this world
alive" because he "thought it would be the
nearest to Heaven I would ever come."
(More piotures on page 16)
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When the in-laws, both sets, drop in from New Concord, Ohio, it
means just one thing-a good old-fashioned song fest. "Our two
families have sung together ever since I can remember," Glenn
says. Thanks to this musical experience, he once won $12,500 on
the TV program, "Name That Tune."
Son David has designed and constructed a model plane. Here he
checks his work with the Colonel and wonders what Dad thinks
of using one of Mother's bobby pins "to stabilize the canard."
PHOTOGRAPHS BY NOEL CLARK
The Glenns are a church-going family. Mrs. Glenn, who majored in
music at Muskingum College, plays the church organ. The minis-
ter, the Rev. Frank Erwin, is a close friend of the Colonel, who was
a church trustee on his last post and who says, “Religion takes a
lot out of the fatalistic attitude that many fliers seem to have."
The American Weekly-May 24, 1959
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By JOHN CARLOVA
HEN THE BELL RANG, the
housekeeper answered the door. "Hello.
Master Bobby," she said solicitously.
"Did you have a nice walk?"
The wealthy young heir didn't bother
to reply. He strolled through the lux-
urious apartment to an air-conditioned
bedroom and stretched out for a little
nap.
After dinner-a tasty, medium-
rare steak-he settled down in front of
the television set.
The housekeeper
changed channels as his favorite pro-
grams came on, and brought him occa-
sional snacks. Around midnight, Bobby
yawned, stretched and toddled off to
bed-just like thousands of other well-
to-do Americans all over the country.
There
is a
difference, however.
Bobby is a dog-a plain, ordinary mon-
grel, except that he happens to have
$50,000 in the bank.
willed to Bobby by a Reading, Pennsyl-
vania, man who considered the dog “a
constant, loyal companion and true
friend" during the last years of his life.
Bobby is symbolic of the rising living
standards for dogs all over America. As
the country has prospered, pooches have
become more and more pampered. In
some households it's hard to distinguish
between mutt and master.
This, in fact, was the basis of a com-
plaint by a Los Angeles businessman
who told a divorce court that his wife
made him eat at the same table with
her six dogs. "We all gọt the same food,
too," the mere human told the judge,
and the dogs all slept in our bedroom
-some right on the bed with us."
The money was
"Did you know your wife liked dogs
before you married her?" the judge