family), and a Mr. Bud Cowsill, who is stuck with the job of coordinating the entire conglomeration.
The key word in the Cowsill family is "love," and when any problems arise, they do like all families do ... sweat, all the while helping it work itself out.
They all live in a 22-room mansion on top of one of Newport's few hills, with ivy growing all over the walls of the house, broken windows and hanging screens. It has what you would call a "lived-in" look. The grass has grown to a height of 3 feet, and Curly Cowsill (the family dog) hunts rabbits and other wild things in this enchanted forest. The inside of the house fits the outside. The family or living room contains 1 large sofa, 2 chairs and a TV set. Cooking is done on a 1917 gas range stove, which is started with a match and a prayer. The would-be library contains a ping-pong table and the should-be dining room features a pool table. There are 7 bathrooms and 1 shower, and the water pressure isn't too great, so the best time to take a shower is around 3 o'clock in the morning.
The Cowsills have just emerged from a "bad period," when they used up all their money, had their phones disconnected, had no money for fuel, and almost lost their beloved house. Things started looking up when they came to New York and met Artie Kornfeld, a writer-producer, who immediately knew the group had the necessary ingredients for success. He introduced them to Lenny Stogel (who is now their manager), and he had them signed with MGM Records.
Bill, is the oldest at 20, and is used to having his brothers look to him for the say. He takes his work very seriously, and is somewhat of a mystery to others. He writes poetry and also his own lyrics. Bob, 18, has a habit of disappearing for hours on end. Chances are he's reading, for he is the scholar of the family. Thirteen-year old Barry, is a "ham" at heart, always at ease in front of a camera. He was the original drummer for the group, but started playing bass guitar and singing when 11 '/z year old John took over. Ringo had better watch out, when little John gets behind those drums.
It looks like the Cowsills are going to be able to keep their beloved house now . . . and it's just as well, 'cause I don't think there's another family on earth who would know what to do with it.
A visit to Coney Island wouldn't be complete without a ride on the roller coaster, tilt-a-whirl or minature cars
Home at last, the Cowsills are up to their waist in grass on the front lawn. That's baby Susan third from left, between mom and pop.