
Linda Forsythe, Playmate of the Month February 1970, pictured in 1971 Playmate Calendar





“It’s been great growing up right next door to New York City,” says 19-year-old Linda Forsythe, “because Manhattan is the most exciting place to be; it’s ideal for single people. But you couldn’t give me enough money to live there the rest of my life; I’m too spoiled by the quietness – and cleanness – of home.” Hailing from Weehawken, New Jersey, this American beauty describes herself as a home-grown product of the Garden State. “But I’m no flower child,” she points out, “and I have little sympathy for the hippies and none for the revolutionaries. Sure, my generation is dissatisfied; and we’re more aware, perhaps, than our parents were at our age. But those in a position to change the course of this country are more likely to listen to a well-reasoned approach from young people who aren’t wrecking property or tying up traffic and campuses with protests that often turn out to be violent. The kids making all this noise are children, and if the world gets into their hands now, they’ll destroy it. Drastic changes – if they’re to be constructive – take time; it can’t happen all at once. I’m not always happy with the status quo, but I’m not about to drop out or start marching in the streets. I’m still a kid, too, and I have too much to learn.” Linda believes in working to change the system from within and – practicing what she preaches – will use her Playmate fee to further her career ambition to be a social worker. When we talked with her, she was preparing to leave the family homestead and move to Manhattan. “The courses I need,” she told us, “are available at New York University, which has an excellent graduate school in this field. I feel very strongly about doing social work, especially with children. Even though I hope to have my own someday, I’d like to adopt a child, too. There are so many kids who have no one; this world’s going to end up in their hands, eventually, and it’s up to us to help them. Meantime, I’m going to work and study – and play. So many people don’t seem to know how to enjoy life. Maybe I don’t, either, but I’m sure having all kinds of fun trying.”





Carol Imhof, Playmate of the Month December 1970, pictured in Playmate of the Month pictorial, There’ll Be Some Changes Made. The text accompany the photos read:
The dominant theme of Chicagoan Carol Imhof’s recent past has been change. At 14, she switched from parochial schools and their austere discipline to the more tolerant public school system – and received one of the larger shocks of her adolescence. “The nuns were strictly old school and had made sure I learned their way of thinking. When I changed schools, I suddenly discovered that there were other life styles.” Four years after that awakening, Carol became part of today’s most volatile community: the college campus. Away from home for the first time, she began to develop the most salient quality of her character: a quiet independence of thought and action. When illness forced her to drop out of Southern Illinois University after finishing only half the requirements for her degree, she took it as an opportunity rather than as a setback, returned to Chicago, landed a job as Penthouse Bunny in the Playboy Club and moved into the Bunny Dormitory in Hugh Hefner’s Mansion. “I stayed there for eight months and then I got my own place. I liked the other girls, but I wanted to live alone.” Although Carol has remained a Bunny – and even finished as first runner-up in the Bunny of the Year contest (see our March 1970 issue) – she’s been drifting away from the urban life of Chicago. “First I had an apartment in the city; then I moved to the suburbs; now I want a place in the country, someplace with a lot of greenery.” And Miss December expects that one day she’ll turn in her Bunny ears – but not for a while. “Right now, I’m getting into other things – especially modeling. When I can get enough free-lance work to support myself, I’ll probably leave the Club. It’s been wonderful, but you can have too much of a good thing.” In her off hours, Carol confesses to one major vice: She loves betting on the horses. A boyfriend began taking her to the track, taught her how to read the Racing Form, and that did it – she was hooked. “After a while, he stopped taking me. Whenever I went along, he lost.” She still gets out to the races on occasion – whenever she can find a more compatible escort. For the future, marriage is certain, but not looming; more travel, especially to the tropics, is in the cards. Her modeling career has priority. “I don’t really follow fashion much. I would never wear a midi except when I model. It’s a designers’ conspiracy.” Whatever the future, Miss December looks to it with open-minded expectation. “Nobody at parochial school – especially me – would have dreamed I would become a Bunny and Playmate. I’m sure I’ll be just as surprised by whatever happens to me in the next seven years.” We think readers will agree that Carol makes a nice Christmas surprise herself.