WALT DISNEY is a forward-looking young man.
He is a year into production of his second all-animation CinemaScope feature, "Sleeping Beauty, with two years to go. (His first CinemaScope cartoon feature is the imminent "Lady and the Tramp").
He is 22 productions into his commitment for 39-hour-long television films per year for seven years.
And he is at steel-raising point in construction of his 160-acre, $9,000,000 Disneyland, a commitment in perpetuity.
Collectively these projects, to name but a few of many, impose upon him more forward-looking than any other studio head in Hollywood, or the world, has let himself in for. But this man can handle it.
Walt Disney, at a calendar 53 that would look more like his age if written backward, is easily the forwardest-looking of all the 700 or so of his fellow-workers who break for lunch at the same time he does and stroll off for a spot of horseshoe pitching, table tennis or sun-drowsing at spaciously provided places on the studio's 51 acres, or queue up with him at the commodious studio cafeteria where they, he, and his occasional guests, be they visiting press or VIPs indeed, inch along on even terms to appease the inner man with selections from an impartial menu.