Diane Lane's mother, Colleen Farrington, 1957

I found a copy of the issue (October 1957), and here is the attached story:

Time was you could make a date with a brunette on a wednesday and, when you picked her up Saturday night, be certain a brunette would be waiting for you.

These days, thanks to quickie hair-dyes, your brunette may have metamorphosed into a redhead or a boysenberry blonde. This sign of the times was dramatized for us recently when photographer Peter Basch sent us a test shot of a prospective Playmate Colleen Farrington, a New York TV model. We found her a pert, well-turned brunette, and we wired Pete to go ahead by all means.

When the first Playmate photos arrived, however, Colleen (having dyed her crowning glory for a TV show) was a blonde. We liked her better the other way, so she obliged be becoming a brunette again and Pete, in a puckish mood, persuaded her to try a temporary head of red too, in the interest of utter confusion. On these pages, therefore, Colleen is available in three smart decorator colors. Which do you prefer?

She's all I want and I've waited for so long

It's the bra. First generation underwire support near the body with the real flesh drooping slightly past the underwire. Crude and uncomfortable bras compared to what is offered now.

The styles change. There was once a time, in some parts of the world, when the unibrow was considered the height of feminine beauty.

Straight outta Vulcan.

Yes.

She looks like a crazy woman

This has to be the most demented boomer comment I've read in quite some time, well done!

That's why Diane was such an obvious choice to play her in the modern remake of that old classic movie, Woman Peeking Over a Wall.