During a recent marathon of “The Twilight Zone”, my daughter and I saw the classic figure many times over. Not Rod Serling and his smoldering cigarette, but the figure of a driven, successful young man from the black and white world of fifty years ago. Every time a character was given the Zonal treatment for his exhaustion, tension or ennui it was a man who had made it to the top of the leading occupation of the day: Advertising. Clearly, this was what the industrial machine of the USofA’s Baroque Era saw as the pinnacle of success.