Web Exclusives:
Under the Ivy
a column by Jane Martin paw@princeton.edu
April
20, 2005:
Princeton
style, circa 1955
Jackets, ties, V-necked
sweaters – and Frank Lloyd Wright
“Frankly, when I’m out with a girl for the first time,
the thought always lurks in my mind to try to kiss her good-night,”
wrote “Matthew Manners,” a.k.a. John Stearns II ’58,
in a short-lived column for Seventeen magazine in 1955.
As reported by PAW’s On the Campus columnist, James Lynn ’55,
Stearns’ mother was an “advice to the lovelorn”
columnist for the magazine, and thought it would be fun to let her
readers hear from a real young man.
Alas, the experiment lasted only one issue, according to Lynn.
“The response to Stearns’ excursion into journalism
was so discouraging that he gave it up after the first column, cherishing
a check for $100, several derisive letters from friends of both
sexes, a few scattered queries from readers, and a broken romance
with his own best girl, which he attributes to the column.”
Today’s PAW readers are left with a peek into the allegedly
simpler, sweeter times of the mid-20th century. A photo essay, “Men
at Work,” on the PAW pages before Lynn’s On the Campus
column, shows Princeton students studying at Firestone Library,
wrapped around chairs, scrunched up in carrels, stockinged feet
in the air – but they are all men, of course, and in the 18
photos, only one is wearing less than a dress shirt. Jackets, ties,
and V-necked sweaters were the uniform.
The formality of the times is driven home by a Brooks Brothers
ad in the same April 15 issue. “Casual Clothes for Evening,”
the headline announces, “a whole new group of clothing that
has never been available before.” “More informal than
a dinner jacket, far more appropriate than sportwear, you will feel
well-dressed and at ease in them,” the copy promises. (Though
with flannel jackets in red, green, yellow or black, it’s
hard to imagine why.)
Yet in Lynn’s On the Campus column, an item suggests that
not everything about the 1950s was formal, constrained, and homogenous.
The topic was the senior banquet; the banquet speaker was architect
Frank Lloyd Wright, then 87.
Wrote Lynn: “The seniors were used to hearing that conformity
is undermining the democratic ideal of a society of individuals
free to develop to the utmost; that quality is lost in a thirst
for quantity; and that creation from within has been displaced by
stylization from without. What most of them hadn’t heard was
such cheerful contempt from a man who had proved that it didn’t
have to happen, and such a genial denunciation of all those who
had submitted. Matter-of-fact and detached, the old gentleman in
the flowing tie cast a blighting glance at American democracy, waved
it aside and asked his audience to do better, as he had.”
As with any age, it’s dangerous to generalize. The seniors
angling for a risky first-date kiss in their Brooks Brothers outfits
were also – at least once in awhile – pondering the
implications of their own standards and mores and what it meant
to be growing up in 1950s America. (They were also, as the photo
essay shows, falling asleep over their books on a regular basis.
Some things, certainly, never change.)
Jane Martin 89 is PAW's former editor-in-chief. You can
reach her at paw@princeton.edu
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