[The New Yorker, Volume 1, Number 1] February 21, 1925 Price 15 Cents THE NEW YORKER Advisory Editors: Ralph Barton, Marc Connelly, Rea Irvin, George S. Kaufman, Alice Duer Miller, Dorothy Parker, Alexander Woollcott OF ALL THINGS RIGHT next door to the Follies, some young adventurer has opened a penny peep-show where you can see five hundred and fifty glorified young women for what Mr. Ziegfeld charges for his much smaller collection. Well, competition is the life of the party, as Mr. LaFollette might have it. On general principles, this magazine expects to take a firm stand against murder. But we don’t want to be bigoted. If, for instance, someone should ask you to advertise in THE NEW YORKER, and throw out the hint that your refusal might lead to some unwelcome publicity, you wouldn’t shock us much if you poured him into the nearest drain. First in Enterprise, THE NEW YORKER is pleased to announce that it has engaged, for winter service in our side streets, the men who took the antitoxin to Nome. Mr. Hearst strews the laurels of fame with a liberal hand. In his Cosmopolitan he publishes the portrait of “Charles Hanson Towne, New York’s most popular bachelor,” and in his International of “George Jean Nathan, America’s most distinguished bachelor.” If Charles can make the weight, the boys might get together for the world championship. And, speaking of the International, one need go no further than the table of contents for the plot of America’s Great Novel: “Love Is Blind,” “I Have Tried to Live as Christ Might Live Today,” “To a Girl at the Ritz,” “Where I Am Monarch of All I Survey,” “The Girl Who Was Herself,” “Just a Big Hearted Rascal,” “That Royle Girl!” “That Man Darrow!” “There’s a Lot of Truth in That Old Song About Home, Sweet Home,” “We Tried a Divorce in 45 Days,” “If I Had My Way,” “I Grinned My Way Out of the Grave,” “Women Are Playthings,” “Oh, I Have Lived!” Having thus done its duty by posterity, the International passes on to its merited reward.