Poor Pete Campbell: no matter how much of a blue-blood you are, there’s always some self-made pretty boy working a long con who just won’t get the hell out of your way.
The Frito Bandito Under-the-Hat Sweepstakes, LIFE, Jan. 10, 1969 Remember, there may be a Frito Bandito in your house. Aye-aye-yi-yi…
Groovy product offers: everybody wanted in on the act. Inflatable vinyl “pop art” pillows from L&M cigarettes, LIFE, Sept. 20, 1968
Is this Stan Rizzo’s Moshe Dayan poster? Available in head shops and mail ordered via ads in comic books and magazines, giant B&W posters of cultural icons (think Humphrey Bogart, W.C. Fields or Golda Meir—and Che! how could we forget Che?) were big in the ’60s and ’70s, looming large in dorm rooms and over the brick and board bookcases in many first apartments.
Sure: Bob Benson’s a suckup, Harry Crane’s sideburns are laughable*, Pete blazed up and Roger took a punch in the nads—but the man to watch at the newly christened SC&P is TV scoundrel Harry Hamlin as the increasingly ee-vil Jim Cutler, Mad Men’s destroyer of agencies and worlds. Because Ginsburg’s mishugenah, but he’s not wrong.