The Bare Mare

A digital recreation of an article published in TOPPER’s May issue from 1965

The Bare Mare

TOPPER present a companion for … Well …Horsing around

It doesn’t really matter what kind of natural setting anyone shows us. we’ve long since lost our love of the great outdoors, along with a confirmed case of hayfever, strong and rampant allergies to new mown hay, tumbleweed and primitive plumbing. Our concern for horses extends hardly farther than the daily morning line at the local track and the right odds at race time.

Now with that kind of un-pantheistic attitude, one can legitimately ask just why we decided to go out to the wild west area beyond Sunset Strip and watch a horse. Ask away, we say, but consider that darling horsewoman, known in the wilds of Malibu’s canyons as Maria Horstwig.

There might not have been much of the outdoors that we have not long since seen and dismissed, but with Maria adding her abundant curves to the landscape it’s little wonder that our collective editorial eyes were pleased and nearly popping. Maria, of course, is the reason, ‘and stacked up to any old scenic view, she’s enough to make fresh air faddists of us all.

A rancher by inheritance, Maria is the perfect example of a human doing what he (she, rather) likes to do and still makes dough out of it. Beyond the wild country, Maria has umpteen tilled acres of oranges, lemons, olives and walnuts which net her a pretty penny and give her the wherewithal to wander the hills on horseback.

Those measurements (her personal acreage allotment, that is) look like 39-24-37, in short, plenty of roaming room for the interested eye and, just for TOPPER’s readers, she hasn’t fenced it in!