ILLUSTRATED by SUMMERS On the sixty-third floor of the Empire State Building is, among others of its type, a rather small office consisting of two rooms connected by a stout wooden door. The room into which the office door, which is of opaque glass, opens, is the smaller of the two and serves to house a receptionist, three not-too-comfortable armchairs, and a disorderly, homogeneous mixture of Life's , Look's and New Yorker's . The receptionist is a young woman, half-heartedly pretty but certain