Showing posts with label 1959. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1959. Show all posts

Thursday, March 2, 2023

Alibi Magazine, March 1959


 Alibi, the magazine of escapades for men. 

"Why I tell my wife that 'Honey, its clean-cut good natured wholesome articles help me be a better man for other men.  She and the girls deserve their nights out, so why shouldn't I settle in for a good night of reading after putting Butch and Mary to bed.  Afterward, I like have to watch "Make Room for Daddy." ~ Dick LeBruce, Florence South Carolina.

"My favorite section is the seek and find challenges in different cities.  They tell you what, or who, you should look for, and when you the place, or the person, why it's a notch in my belt! And what man doesn't like to hunt for fun?" ~ Carstairs McFetters, Boston.

"You know, sometimes I travel, and Alibi Magazine has the best list of friendly motels at reasonable rates.  I don't need much, just a bed, a towel, maybe a shower, or a steam. And if you are lucky you make new friends. Alibi knows all the right places to look." ~Gaetano Vespuchi, Bensonhurst.

Monday, July 27, 2020

1959: Father What A Waste



"The story of Father Chance McCoy was one that only Channing Carlton could bring to life."

"Father Chance, taking on his first assignment, a French Canadian mill town of Avecmoi was eager to help. Yet those confessing sin held back, and most of the congregation seemed to be probing his soul instead of finding comfort in his sermons.   At first, he feels the lack of acceptance is because of his youth, but the whispers of the grandmothers who called him "Father What A Waste" left him spiritually enervated.  Though he did his best to overcome these remarks, he knew that the wives of town came to him for a type of comfort he was unprepared to deliver. Their husbands looked at him with resentment and distrust.  Yet there were only two who understood those unspoken needs that left him aching for acceptance, the art teacher, and the lacrosse coach in the town's public school. Their time together, the turgid hours of understanding and fulfillment, lips in discourse about Descarte and scrums. Could the "pretty boy priest" save himself from the unspoken lust others had for him, or would he become a fallen angel himself?"