time. Henceforth it will be always thus. May our readers made uneasy by the delays of earlier issues now give us their confidence. Juventus lives and Juventus will continue to live."

Ironically, this was the last issue we were to receive. Now word has been received announcing definitely the altogether too youthful demise of Ju-

ventus.

It is indeed unfortunate that Juventus could not survive. Some excellent things appeared in its few issues. Fiction was generally quite good, most of it light in tone, breezy and what might really be called "virile" in style. (Editorially and in content Juventus did not intend to be anything but critical of the nelly or swish or those who "deliberately and consciously give homosexuality its bad name.")

There were three regular features which we should mention: Les Chroniques, a running dairy or journal written by a staff member, a potpourri of items and thoughts, observations and comments, all highly subjective, of course; Les Echos, a collection of notes, in some respects similar to tangents but covering a much wider range, observations, critical notes on artistic, dramatic and literary works, even brief one or two line reviews, satire, news briefs, gossip, jokes and anecdotes. Many of these items are meaningless to the foreigner or anyone not au courant of everyday life or gossip in Paris; Notes et Critiques, reviews of new books, plays, movies, even exhibitions or concerts, not necessarily limited to works on homosexual themes or of direct interest to the homosexual, but on any subject of interest to a sensitive or perceptive individual.

There was a series of articles-taperecorded man-in-the-street interviews on various aspects of homosexuality. These were in the main interesting, in part stupid, and scarcely more edifying than such things usually are. One particularly worthwhile article appeared in three installments, "Des Pavois et Fers, chronique, 19541955," which was an account by a young ex-naval officer on active duty in Indo-China of his denunciation by a fellow officer, an agent provocateur, and the almost incredible harrassment to which he was subjected prior to his discharge.

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In over-all style the review was breezy and, let's say it, gay; often colloquial and replete with slang, it was frequently difficult, if not impossible, for the average American reader of French, but therein, no doubt, lay its appeal to many readers.

There were defects, of course, but these scarcely matter now. In any case the magazine appeared to be essentially honest, sincere and in good taste. As such it was another weapon in our cause. We regret its all too short life.

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