Playboy After Hours
February, 1963
If your boyhood commenced sometime alter the era of Jules Verne and before the advent of Horatio Alger, chances are that you became addicted to the hairbreadth exploits of that paragon of pluck and moxie; that clean-living champion of God, Home, Flag and Mother; that indomitably optimistic and stick-to-itive spouter of sticky sampler mottos: the immortal Tom Swift, of whom Frank Merriwell, the Rover Boys and even Tom Swift, Jr.-- his contemporary namesake -- are the palest reflections. Perhaps t...
