The Cowsills In Magazines

Left, Barry gives out with a big smile - and all hearts melt! Above, we seem to have interrupted a small family fight. But the boys will make up again soon.

SPECIAL SCOOP
BY THE TIME you read this, the oldest Cowsill, Bill, will be a married man! The lucky gal who's become the first Mrs. Cowsill (not counting Barbara, of course) is the former Karen ocke. And she and Bill are the happiest of couples at this very second! Karen's originally from Allentown, Tennsplvania. But somehow, about a little over three years agao, she met Bill in Newport, Rhode Island, home of the Cowsill clan. They were introduced through mutual friends. Though they hit it off pretty well right frm the beginning, there wasn't any steady dating until fairly recently. Because Bill was so busy with The Cowsills, their dating was limited to the on-and-off variety. Luckily for both of them though, their dating was mostly on rather than off. And in May, Bill announced he and Karen wanted to get married. Karen's now nineteen and Bill as you probably know is twenty. We already know what job Bill has. (Can't read the rest of this paragraph, but I think it says fashion designer and has a degree in visual arts.)

Above-left, the Cowsill clan pose happily in Rome. They had a lot of interesting experiences there! Above-right, Bill and Bob share a joke at a recording session. There's always a giggle when The C's are around. Below-right is John, who can't seem to keep from yawning. Hope he doesn't fall asleep while we're watching him!

FROM BARRY'S DIARY

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Got up real early and took a walk on Fifth Avenue this morning. Everyone was so busy hurrying to get to work, got by without being recognized at all. It was fun to walk along and pretend to be going somewhere important, too. But it's also nice to sleep a little later in the mornings, too. Guess you just can't have it both ways.

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Met a really gorgeous girl last night. She was older, about sixteen or so . . . and a real beauty, with long blonde hair, real long eyelashes and a curvy smile. Too bad she's that old ... but . . . maybe . . . who knows?

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Yawn. Just couldn't sleep last night at all ... kept having this dream about getting married. It was awful! The bride was over twelve feet tall and dressed in purple. Purple! And Mom kept crying and crying and crying through the whole thing. (Not that anyone could blame her ... it was pretty terrible.)

FROM JOHN'S DIARY

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Being the youngest male Cowsill isn't always as great as it could be. Take last night, for example. Four girl fans came around and somehow got introduced to Bob and Paul. They introduced the girls to Dick and Barry. And that was the extent of it. Other members of the family could have been invisible for all anyone cared! It's just not fair sometimes.

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Mom sure was mad this morning! Wow! She'd gotten up and made breakfast for everyone . . . pancakes, sausages, toast with jam, fresh orange juice, the works—and nobody got up to eat it! There she sat with breakfast enough to feed an army . . . and she didn't even have one little mouth to stuff it in! Poor Mom . . . she leads a hard life sometimes.

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Was out trying to get a sun tan on the roof today. Boy, it gets hot up there! Couldn't stay there more than a half hour, though, 'cause some girls came up and started fooling around. "Would you sign autographs for us. please?" they asked. How old are you really? How much do you weigh? How much does Barry weigh? How much allowance do you get?" Questions, questions, questions! But, still, fans are pretty nice to have around. They make you feel wanted.

FROM BOB'S DIARY

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Sure wish it would snow! It's not too likely, though, at this time of year. But it would be great to go up New England again and get in some skiing! Wonder if that pretty girl is still serving coffee in the ski lodge? Wouldn't mind seeing her again!

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Took C————to the circus last night. Her big thing was to walk around in the animal tent before the actual circus started and coo at all the elephants. How a girl can coo at an elephant is something else again! Anyway, it was hard to get her to sit down in the big tent and enjoy the show. She kept feeling sorry for the animals that had to perform. One thing you have to say for that girl . . . she's an animal-lover!

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The silliest thing happened this afternoon. This middle-aged lady jumped out of a crowd waiting at a corner to cross the street, came running over, said something about her daughter being madly in love with Dick and asked some questions without waiting for the answers. Then, there she was, pinching

both cheeks and saying, "You're as cute as my daughter says." It was somethin' else, that's for sure!

FROM PAUL'S DIARY

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Had the greatest time at a birthday party of a girl from home last night. Had to go back to Newport to attend, but the traveling was worth it. All the old gang was there and it sure was groovy to see them again. Nothing's really changed much and that was good to see. The birthday-girl? Well, she's just an old friend ... no romance there.

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"Paul, get your jacket out of the living room!" "Paul, get these records back in the cabinet!" "Paul, take your shoes off the chair!" If it isn't Mom, it's Dad. And if it isn't either of them, it's one of the boys. Even Suzie's getting into the act! Being a middle son isn't all roses—it can be frustrating at times. And that's the truth!

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The best thing about being a member of a hit group is all the traveling you get to do. It's not only getting to see the whole United States, either—but most of the whole world, as well. How many people get the chance to see and meet so many different people, go to so many different places and find out so many different things about how others live? It sure beats going to school and reading about it in a history book!