Cover Art By: Jack Murray
Featured in this Issue
How to know if the financial advice you’re paying dearly for is money down the drain
Low-cost providers can save you a bundle on your monthly bill
I was traveling recently and stumbled into the hotel’s fitness facility. I don’t know, maybe I sleepwalked there. Hate exercise, so I was earplugged into Pandora with poor old Stevie Ray Vaughan wailing about “The Things That I Used to Do,” trying my best to put my body into an acute state of activity at […]
An interview with science writer Roy Altman about what happens when the computing power of machines exceeds that of the human brain.
What started as a memorial to George Washington and Abe Lincoln is now a tribute to all presidents.
A plausible future history, in which computers are smarter than people, most diseases have been eliminated, and a normal lifespan is 150 years.
The weird, wild world of micronations where anybody can be king
Want to make things stick? Don’t grind it out. The latest science points to a more relaxed approach to learning.
The Jeopardy! host on fans, family, and shopping at Home Depot
Rockwell’s saddest-ever cheerleaders
The story behind Wrigley chewing gum.
In 1941, the Post reported on an obscure group known as Alcoholics Anonymous. The article would become a turning point in the organization’s history.
Our cover for this issue was painted for The Saturday Evening Post in 1941 by illustrator Jack Murray. Murray is little known today, but at midcentury, his bird and dog illustrations were so popular, they were included as trading cards in Kellogg’s cereal boxes.
Excerpt from “Has TV (GASP!) Gone Batty?” by John Skow Originally published on May 7, 1966 The Batman TV program was loosed upon the world on January 12. It immediately lodged itself in that subcellar of the national cerebellum that controls involuntary movements. … Batman abruptly became (SNICKER!! REVULSION!!) an obligatory topic in every conversation […]
Nobody wants a protracted, dehumanized passing: Why is it still so easy for doctors to ignore a dying patient’s wishes?
Winner of the 2016 Great American Fiction Contest: At Highland Hospital, Zelda Fitzgerald found refuge from the world — but not from Scott.
Ward off winter’s chill with the ultimate comfort food.
After retirement, he found a new career as a cruise ship dance partner for unescorted ladies
The Saturday Evening Post salutes these fine writers and the more than 330 others who entered our 2016 contest.
The founding father of American English was a radical who wanted us to write the language the way we spoke it
Images from the historic Voyager 1 and 2 missions made me want to become an astronomer