Ten years ago, on Feb. 27,1974, our third child was born. The next day my husband bought me a copy of your first issue announcing that this new magazine was something I’d really enjoy. He was so right, and since then I’ve never missed an issue. I received your anniversary issue on Monday as we were celebrating our son’s 10th birthday. Both you and our son have continued to bring enjoyment to all who know you. May you both thrive while continuing with your high ideals. Happy 10th Birthday, PEOPLE magazine and Seth Semilof.
Who picked out the gallery pictures? Out of 46,000 possibilities, these were your favorites? Whoever selected them should have been featured instead of Dustin Hoffman—with his pants down.
Picks & Pans
How wonderful it was to see that you have finally realized the error of your ways and admitted that Barry Manilow’s music isn’t so bad after all. What have millions of Manilow fans been telling you for years? Better late than never, I guess.
Who was responsible for the ill attempt at humor that named James Michener the Most Incomprehensible Megasuccess? I suspect that many of his readers would turn the tables and apply the name to your magazine.
Van Nuys, Calif.
Thank you for having the guts to attack three of the most insipid shows on TV: Love Boat, Fantasy Island and Hotel. Hotel is killing St. Elsewhere, and I find it sad that a good show may bite the dust while a lousy show proudly marches forward. It was also disturbing to look at your list of the 10 top series and find Laverne & Shirley, Three’s Company and Dukes of Hazzard. If these are the most popular shows, it is truly horrifying to think about the mental state of the television viewing audience.
In your analysis of “The Way It Was” you stated that punk “never quite caught on” because of the need to dye one’s hair several different colors, get a Mo and pierce your nose. You added that it was “not for lack of trying.” As a 15-year-old punk, I’ll say that your statements are misleading. Punk is an attitude, not a fashion image as you insinuated. The image comes next, but as an effective way of showing the attitude. And it couldn’t ever be a fashion fad because it’s designed to repel, not appeal. Punk didn’t set out to “make it.” The idea is to be antisuccess, to lampoon everyone who conforms just to “make it.”
Lola the Punk
I was enjoying the article about Patty Hearst until she made the crude comment that she couldn’t imagine “dumping” her child in day care. My child is in day care because I work full time, and I don’t consider that “dumping” her. It’s obvious that Patty leads a comfortable life because she’s a Hearst, but there are a lot of mothers who have to work today, which doesn’t make them any less mothers than she is. In fact, we probably work harder to give our children the good quality time they need.
Patty Hearst was a brainwashed terrorist. Now she’s a brainwashed conservative. She once sounded like Cinque. Now she sounds like her pop. I don’t like her either way, but she does have a beautiful daughter.
A gold star for Mr. Sizer and his ideas about high school reform. I am a high school senior who has been a victim of one of these mills for the mind. Many times I have been rushed from one class to another and had new knowledge forced upon me without being given the opportunity to digest the last information. I feel like an automobile in a factory, each teacher adding one part, all waiting for somebody else to check if the parts have been put together in the correct fashion. Well, this car wants to be steered properly.
Bill Johnson did a whole lot more for the U.S.A. than just winning a gold medal in Sarajevo. He reinforced in the minds of millions around the world the perception that Americans are the low-class, self-seeking, materialistic, noxious individuals they have always thought us to be. No thanks, Bill Johnson. You sure didn’t represent me.
Bill Johnson may be arrogant, but I will never forget the tears in his eyes as our national anthem was being played. His gold medal meant more to him than your reporter realized.
East Lansing, Mich.
Your article on Mother Hale of Harlem was the best article I’ve ever read. Her work with drug-addicted babies is an act of pure love. I cried tears of gratitude because my baby daughter was born so healthy.
Kansas City, Mo.
I would like to send a contribution to Hale House, but there was no address in your article.
Mrs. Oliver Kurth
Mail can be sent to: Hale House Center, 68 Edgecombe Ave., New York, N.Y. 10030—ED.