Playboy After Hours

October, 1965

For those of you who are finding that knitting up the raveled sleeve of care is getting to be tough stitching these days, we offer the following tranquilizer: a telephone call to PLaza 9-1520 in New York City. After a few rings, a lush female voice in accents of equal parts liquid gold and pure Brooklynese gushes the greeting "Hello there, this is your lullaby lady. I'm so sorry you can't sleep. Let me suggest three of my best sleep coaxers ..." The voice then languidly lays out sleepy...