In This Issue
Explore the October 1975 print edition below. Or to discover more writing from the pages of The Atlantic, browse the full archive.
Adam Smith, formerly of Wall Street, sets out on the road to psychic health, higher understanding, Nirvana; and along comes a character in a bed sheet off the Air India flight, and he says, “Why don’t you say gazoom gazoom gazoom.” And it works!
Prefabrication, modular units, systems building—the terms symbolize one of modern architecture’s fondest dreams: applying sophisticated technology to the construction industry. But according to the author, the future of housing belongs to men who understand hammers and nails, bricks and mortar.
The brotherhood of FBI agents—like the Bureau they serve—is powerful. Who are these men who sometimes think of themselves as “the ultimate cops”? What makes them tick?
Out of the Old West comes Part Two in The Adventures of the As Is Cattlemen’s Association, or “This Little Piggy Never Made It to Market.” As we join our hero, we hear him saying . . .
“As he grew older, he grew worse,” was the epitaph Mencken suggested for himself. But, like other ideas of his, that was not a widely held opinion.