The Patient: The Saturday Evening Post

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THE PATIENT: The Saturday Evening Post

AGE: About 114 years


PROGNOSIS: Downward Spiral

In our stroll down memory lane, where visitors routinely ooh and ahh over things pioneering and well-preserved, we are as unabashedly appreciative as anyone. Especially when it comes to magazines. Remember the fabulous Fortune and Collier's of the 1930s? LIFE, and its great black and white photographs, in the early '60s? OK, of course you don't. But we admire them all.

Another magazine that must be included on any list of all-time all-stars is The Saturday Evening Post, which has been around in various incarnations since 1897.

The magazine, in its current form, resides within a time warp, forever trapped in an America where neighbors whisper secrets over back fences. In a sense, The Post hasn't changed. We have.

The magazine's singular focus way back when was on a shamelessly optimistic, post-World War II America. That POV was memorialized in the paintings of Norman Rockwell, whose brushstrokes, portraying an idyllic ruralscape, famously graced the covers of The Post in its heyday.

And now, insofar as we can tell, The Post--owned by the organization that controls licensing rights to Norman Rockwell's work--exists for just one purpose: Selling everything and anything produced by the late artist. It is not so much a legit consumer magazine as it is an odd-lot collection of content wrapped around a catalog pedaling the work of a beloved master.

Despite a circulation of some 360,000, it's hard to see how the magazine's (presumably elderly) readers find anything here that is not widely available elsewhere. …