



Susan Lynn Kiger, Playmate of the Month January 1977, pictured in Japanese NSS Playmates 312, 1980








Mesina Miller, Playmate of the Month September 1975, pictured Playmate of the Month pictorial, High-Flying Homebody. The text accompanying the photos read:
Mesina Miller is one of those Southern Californians who so love the great outdoors that they refuse to leave it in its proper place, turning apartments into house-plant jungles and glass menageries. Mesina has the usual assortment of cats and dogs – her newest acquisition is a scraggly parakeet, a real-life Woodstock, that she bought for a dollar at a swap meet. Wandering around a converted drive-in theater on a Sunday, bargaining with the gypsy craftsmen who sell their goods from the backs of old Dodge vans, she spied a tiny ball of feathers in a shoe box. “I just had to rescue the poor thing,” she says. “Fortunately, it was young and has responded to care. It has learned to talk, and if you’re nice, it will let you kiss its little beak.” Before you tar and feather yourself and climb into a box, chances are you won’t find Mesina at that swap meet again. For a self-described homebody, our lady moves around a lot. Maybe this weekend she’ll disappear across the Mexican border to a little town on the Baja for a few days of horseback riding. Picture her: hair flying, one hand curled in the mane of a stallion, racing the waves, shedding clothes for a dash into the surf. Catch her if you can. Perhaps she and a friend will throw a tent into a dune buggy and go camping in the desert. Come winter, she’ll trade the tent poles for ski poles and the desert for the slopes of Lake Tahoe’s Heavenly Valley. “I’m a few-people person,” says Mesina. “A good friend and a good day are all I need to be happy. There is something profound and beautiful about the exhaustion you feel after riding, camping or skiing together. Curled up with some hot spiced wine, by a warm fire, you can’t help but feel tender and loving.” On weekdays, Mesina tends her several careers – modeling and real-estate sales among them. Most of the time, she balances the books at her stepfather’s flying school, learning about the business and taking advantage of the free lessons. She already has enough flight time under her scarf to qualify for a pilot’s license; now she’s focusing on aerobatics. “It’s the most challenging way to fly,” she claims. “The best thing about it, though, is that you get to fly the old planes. The new models can’t take the strain of loops and rolls. I wish they still allowed barnstorming.” We hope you’re listening, Waldo Pepper, wherever you are.






Cyndi Wood, Playmate of the Month February 1973, pictured in Playmate of the Month pictorial, Class Act. The text accompany the photos read:
Can you sing? Can you dance? Can you hot-cha-cha?” asks the Hollywood producer in a vintage comedy routine. We can’t vouch for the hot-cha-cha, but when it comes to song and dance, February Playmate Cyndi Wood certainly has her act together. It’s not surprising: her mother was an actress, her father a recording-company executive and, as a Hollywood native to boot, Cyndi naturally gravitated to the entertainment world. “My parents’ friends were actors, producers and directors; my friends were their sons and daughters. And for as long as I can remember, my life was nothing but lessons.” Cyndi admits that there were times she felt pressured. “Whenever there was a school play, I’d try out for it. Whenever the chorus auditioned, I was there. Between those activities and my dance and music instruction, I had little time to think about what I wanted to do.” But she’s far from bitter about the experience. “I’ve always liked being in the spotlight,” says Cyndi. “When my parents stopped prodding me, I picked up where they left off.”
She got her first break as a professional – while still attending high school in Los Angeles – when she was asked to sing backup for a local rock group at a recording session. For three years thereafter, she sang what she calls “a lot of doo-wah stuff” for other local artists. That led to the formation of Collage, a studio group that recorded for Mercury Records. “With Collage,” Cyndi recalls, “I was given the opportunity to sing lead. But except for a couple of weeks when we played the Dunes in Las Vegas, we performed only for the microphones. After two years of that, I knew I wanted something else.” For a while, our Playmate tried her hand at fashion designing (“just for myself”), song-writing and even sound engineering (“I so some great mixing and can work off any 16-track”).
But in time, Cyndi decided those pursuits were only hobbies and resolved that the best way to further her musical ambitions would be to continue her education. In 1969, she enrolled at Los Angeles City College, transferred to Los Angeles Valley College in Van Nuys and began augmenting her composition courses with dramatic studies. Says Cyndi, “It seems to be a pattern with me that when I finally get committed to something, another interest comes along and I’m torn between the two. In high school, I was hung up between medicine and music. When I finally abandoned the thought of becoming a doctor, I discovered that I liked acting better than music.” Soon Cyndi found her theater-arts courses taking up more time than her music classes. “I couldn’t find a direction,” she says, “so I concluded that rather than spend years with a lot of required subjects for a diploma, I’d simply learn about what I wanted to learn about.”
By late 1971, she had dropped out of college, though she continued to do occasional recording dates. Along the way, she was offered a film contract; but she turned it down. “I didn’t feel confident about acting, because I hadn’t enough experience.” Just when her life seemed to be “settling into a state of terminal disorder,” Cyndi thought of modeling. “It seemed the perfect answer. I thought I’d just have to see an agent and all kinds of offers would come my way.” It didn’t work out that simply. “Most agents are a waste of time,” she says. “It’s only common sense that you’re always going to work harder for yourself than an agent will.” So, after initial setbacks, she sought – and won – her own modeling assignments for TV commercials, fashion shows and industrial conventions as a free-lancer. “I love being in front of people,” Cyndi says. “I suppose it appeals to the actress in me. In fact, much of my work in commercials or trade shows calls for acting. Sometimes I even get a chance to sing and dance, too, and that’s great.”
Obviously, Cyndi believes such assignment provide her with wonderful opportunities to polish her performing talents. And with a recording contract as a possibility and a film script already in the offing, Cyndi may have all the more reason to sing her favorite song, It’s Gonna Be All Right.