On page 14 of the "Mods and Rockers Number" of the Lampoon, you will find an occasionally funny article by George W.S. Trow. A spoof of the Helen Gurley Brown Sex and...books, Trow's article is entitled, "Sex and..."

Though I must admit Mr. Trow first impressed me with his command of the filthy background literature, I also admire his avoiding the traditional Poonie embarrassment--parodies that read like the real thing. Not that his parody succeeds, but Trow has his moments. He advises Penny Pig. "Just once, just once try something JUST A LITTLE different. Try, for instance, wearing one of those divine new topless bathing suits to work. This will force you to do something with that bosom of yours. Trying painting them green, to match your earrings, of course." If you've read Gurley Brown, that is funny.

The next best thing in the Lampoon is the Clairol' advertisement on the back cover. It shows a beautiful blonde with only a sweater on, with the caption, "What does he look at second?"

The middle of the magazine contains six pages of drawings by S.A. Pizer and W.S. Donnell caricaturing various Englishmen as Mods and Rockers. It's the kind of feature you can see they spent a lot of time on and you really want to find amusing. But what's funny about the Duke of Windsor's being "something of a Mod" while "the Duchess is another story?" Is it simply that for either of them to be either a Rocker or a Mod is ludicrous? Some personal quirks hinted at? Anyway, I don't get it.

"Of Arms and Legs" is wretchedly written by Jeffrey Steingarten, but "Re: Little Al," by S. T. Wyrick, is so unbelievably stupid and immature that it's good or, maybe, "camp." An unfortunate named Aldrich wrote a story called "No Native Dancer He." One product of his poetic sensibilities: "And everywhere around the floor that we tripped and shuffled was left a brimming tide of sweat."