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I recall that I wrote in the preface to Herb Wind's book, The Complete Golfer, that he was a "fine, sensitive writer on the game" of golf. Certainly no better proof of this appraisal could be had than the wonderful story he did on the Masters Tournament for your Apr. 4th issue. His estimate of the golf course, its distinguishing characteristics and its effect upon tournament players so exactly coincides with my own thinking that I should be happy to appropriate it verbatim. Whether or not the conception will be approved by all, Herb has as accurately as possible interpreted our aims both in developing the course and in the conduct of the tournament.

The whole thing reflects perfectly what we would like the Masters to be and what we have never allowed ourselves to dare to hope it is. At any rate, if we are able to live up even closely to Herb's generous estimate, Cliff Roberts and I shall both be very happy.

We are grateful indeed to Herb for his writing and to you and the others on your magazine for the splendid picture layout.

Enter my name in APPPFF. When a man (Willie Pep) can box masterfully for at least eight of 10 rounds and lose a decision to a bewildered opponent, there must be something wrong with the fight game.
Sturgeon Bay, Wis.

I watched the Cadilli-Willie Pep fight on television and became so infuriated with the decision that I swore I would never watch another boxing "exhibition." I have long been a TV fan but this was the last straw. I had the score nine rounds to Pep, one round to Cadilli.

I had read of your blasts against the IBC (Norris, president) but for some reason managed to brush it all off with a ho-hum attitude and kept my vigilance two nights a week. The Pep fight was the crowning blow. I realized that it was no longer a sport. Your explanation in the Apr. 11th EVENTS & DISCOVERIES was a real revelation to me. Now I have actually seen that the boxing business is a swindle. I will keep reading your magazine and will look forward to the day when you tell me that it is perfectly okay for me to turn on my TV set again and that the sport I love to watch is worth my honest time.
New York

The last paragraph of Apr. 4th EVENTS & DISCOVERIES, "Calling All Crows," has disturbed the peace in our family.

My husband Chuck says, "farmers and conservationists care very much..." means farmers and conservationists are happy to see such huge numbers of crows killed.

I say it means that they are unhappy to see the crows slaughtered, as are the crows.

For heaven's sake, settle this.
Arcade, N.Y.

•Only a crow's immediate family mourns its passing. Crows are predators that grow fat on crops, birds' eggs and fledglings. The U.S. biological survey has found areas where one adult crow destroyed more than 120 ducklings and eggs.—ED.

While rowing in Mexico City in the Pan-American Games, I naturally experienced difficulty with the altitude; but, I assure you, it was not so bad as the impression you created in your Mar. 28th issue. I'm afraid that any athlete thinking of competing in Mexico City from now on will be scared to death. You neglected to show any pictures of the majority of the athletes who managed to finish standing up.

It seemed to me that in any competition that took longer than one minute, athletes were affected by lack of air pressure and one just had to be sensible enough to allow for this and gear down his pace in order to have something left to finish the race.

I was a little disappointed in your article concerning the Pan-American Games in your Apr. 4th issue because there was not one picture of an American athlete or an American team. I think that our athletes deserve more because, in general, they did extremely well, considering that it was out of season for us and that the Argentines made such a tremendous national effort to do as well as possible in these games.

The Argentine teams were at the height of their season and all arrived about a month early to accustom themselves to the altitude. In my sport, for example, they brought their own boats and we had to borrow Mexican shells because of the lack of money we had available for the trip. All of our funds had to be raised by the individual participants whereas the Argentines had government sponsorship.

But, I must say, in general your magazine does what I consider an excellent job, and I hope it will continue its present success for many, many years.

•The Pan-American Games gave SI an opportunity to take a look at Central and South American athletes seldom seen in this country. The article by Dave Richardson that accompanied these pictures summarizes the accomplishments of U.S. contestants, whose faces should be as familiar to sports enthusiasts as that of Singles Sculls Champion Jack Kelly.—ED.

I want to express my deepest gratitude to the publishers and editors of SI for having paid tribute to one of the most unforgettable group of players which were ever assembled to mark one of the most glorious and memorable episodes in the history of Italian soccer.

It was with mixed emotions of joy and grief I read the article Disaster at Turin (SI, Apr. 4) because I too was one of the millions of ardent tifosi of Il Grande Torino.

Although tragedy ended all the glories of the prodigy team, the name of The Great Turin will always be remembered with pride and deep sentiment by everyone who admired the almost magic play of every member of the team.

Thanks and thanks again.
Hartford, Conn.

"Athletic Officer's Name Withheld" (19TH HOLE, Apr. 11) said two things about Air Force basketball which were so completely hallucinatory that I cannot keep silent.

The Air Force interbase athletic program is for the benefit of outstanding players? Not so—regardless of what garbled regulations may say. Such programs cost thousands of dollars in base welfare funds. It is unthinkable, even outrageous, to suppose that this money is spent for the benefit of the few participating athletes. The base team is for the benefit of all the base—for morale, esprit de corps, base pride and spectator recreation.

The Air Force World Tournament was a farce? Not so—as a quick check of the records will stunningly confirm. In its last four crucial tournament games, Andrews AF Base lost one by 12 points, won one in the last minute and won another in the last 20 seconds. Only the finale was won by a comfortable margin.

In top-flight competition such as the Air Force and services provide, individual stars are plentiful. But traits like selfless team play, magnificent physical condition and indomitable will-to-win are scarce. Andrews cherished these traits and was rewarded.
Andrews AF Base Rockets

In the 19TH HOLE, Feb. 14th, a Mr. Robert M. Crowell used the word "hemipygian," which has proved to be a mystery to the entire wardroom.

At first one or two of us merely asked our brother officers if they knew what the word meant, then we started consulting the various dictionaries on board, but with no success. These included the Webster Pocket Edition, Funk and Wagnalls and the college dictionary. I wrote my mother in Los Angeles and asked her to check at the municipal library and at the University of Southern California. Yesterday I received a reply stating that neither source had the subject word listed; therefore, I am turning to you for enlightenment. Just what in the hell does the word "hemipygian" mean?
San Francisco

•Hemipygian is an adjectival agglutination of the Greek roots hemi, half, and pygal, meaning rump.—ED.

I have just read John Bentley's article on the Chrysler 300 and I thought it was terrific.

I am always interested in automobile tests and I read all the tests that appear in automobile magazines, but I have yet to read one as good as Mr. Bentley's.

Keep up the great work, after all it is the greatest magazine of sports enthusiasts.
Holland, Mich.

I was very much interested in John Bentley's column, Long Ride, "This is How It Was at Sebring." In reading this article I became greatly confused and was quite dubious that we were both running in the same race. It was unfortunate that Mr. Bentley ran out of gas away from the pits and had to get assistance in order to refuel.

There is no doubt that he lost a great deal of time in making this unscheduled stop. In the article he tells of making up time by increasing his speed, and states that just before darkness he had four laps to go to gain the lead in Class G. Later in the article Mr. Bentley states that he made his last refueling stop at 9 P.M. while completing his 118th lap. He then states that he was gaining 10 seconds a lap on the third-place Porsche, which was the car I was driving and which at the time was in second place, not third. We likewise had made a 9 P.M. refueling stop and while in the pits we lost our first-place lead and dropped to second. It might be of interest that at 9:00 we had completed 139 laps, or 21 more than Mr. Bentley, or 109 miles ahead of Mr. Bentley in his Abarth. I do not see how Mr. Bentley had any hopes of making up this deficit in the last hour.

It should be noted that between the hours of 9 and 9:40 P.M. the Lotus No. 79 was the leader in Class G. It was only in the last 20 minutes of the race that we were able to regain our lead and go on to take first place in the class.

Unfortunately, No. 79 was pushed from its pit to the starting line at the finish of the race in order to cross the finish line and was disqualified for an infraction of the rules. This deprived them of a well-deserved second-place win.

Mr. Bentley fails to mention which car won the race and the cars that won their respective classes. It is worthy of mention that, while the Porsche was steadily grinding home to victory in Class G, it had no mechanical failure whatsoever, taking on only gas and never changing tires for 12 hours.
Rye, N.Y.

•SI reported the Sebring meet over three issues. Mar. 14 carried SI's preview of entries and drivers. In WONDERFUL WORLD, Mar. 21 readers saw a two-page spread of pictures and text on the race itself. John Bentley's Mar. 28th column was a personal account of his Abarth's performance, written shortly after the race. According to the official AAA lap chart, both Bentley and O'Shea err in their accounts. At 9 P.M., one hour before the end, John Bentley had completed 125 laps (not 118 as he thought) and Mr. O'Shea's Porsche had completed 137 laps and not 139. The Abarth was therefore trailing the Porsche by 12 laps and not 21. Bentley did not state that he hoped to gain the lead by increasing his speed, specifically said: "...with an hour left there was no hope of making up the deficit—unless something happened to one of our rivals." In a 12-hour race such as Sebring where 80 cars are competing not only for an over-all win but also in a variety of classes, keeping lap records is difficult. The officials themselves were not able to confirm some results until eight days after the race. The AAA official lap chart also shows that Mr. O'Shea's Porsche moved into the lead for the first time 20 minutes before the end when the 79 Lotus, Class G leader up till then, ran into a bale of hay on a turn and cracked its radiator. He therefore did not "regain" the lead. Only one other car besides the sturdy Porsche was able to finish—the Siata driven by Penn and Wierdon.—ED.

Some months ago an article appeared in SI regarding a young boy who had shot a deer on his first hunting trip (SI, Dec. 20).

I have a young 15-year-old friend, Wes Daines, who lives in Billings, Mont. The 1,200-pound moose was killed with one shot by him and, fortunately, close enough to a lumber camp so that they were able to drag it in with a team and also had a boom to assist in loading it on a truck. I might also add he got a deer this past season, as well as an antelope.

It is a rare experience for such a young fellow, don't you think?

•Yes, and rare for the moose too.—ED.

Although I considered SI's Mar. 21 gymnastics color spread the most wonderful picture and tribute to gymnastics, I did not feel that Penn State would win the national title. However, little did I know at the time that the University of Illinois would be National Team Champion!

Be that as it may, I want to commend you for realizing that gymnastics is becoming a major sport in the United States.

The National AAU Championship will be held at Rochester, N.Y. on Apr. 29 and 30. My team will have several outstanding individual entrants in this meet.

My heartiest thanks for your inclusion of gymnastics in your wonderful magazine. Let's have much more coverage in this field.
Gymnastics Coach
University of Illinois
Champaign, Ill.

Your Apr. 4th issue topped 'em all with the feature, Grace in a Dive. Lee Griggs certainly captured the essence of what competitive diving really means. I sat on the edge of my chair while digesting the paragraph describing the rigors and training of exhibition diving. I still remember what it meant to try sleeping or eating just before a big meet. Most divers I know (this one included) literally inhaled their pre-meet chow, then spent the rest of the time prior to the diving event getting rid of same; no food could sit very well on a stomach that behaved like an intestinal roller coaster.

As for diving scars, the men are just about as beat up as the women. In four years of intercollegiate diving I've caught chin, ankle, short ribs, shinbone and knee on the butt ends of some real choice pieces of wood. It is a tossup as to which is tougher on the head, wood or water....

I am in agreement with the idea that for a diver to ever realize his or her greatest potential it takes three to five years of daily practice and competitive diving. I have found that the experience of competition, the tougher the better, builds up a great deal of poise in a beginning diver. The confidence gained in competition will help a diver pull down a brace of eights instead of sixes or sevens from a bunch of hard-nosed judges when the chips are down. Naturally, Olympic springboard men like Miller Anderson, Bruce Harlan or Skip Browning can't move a finger out of line if they expect to maintain a first-place lead. I always thought Anderson was the greatest in three-meter diving when I saw him perform both before and after the war.

Diving out in these parts is relatively unknown...water is for drinking, fishing or irrigation.
Grand Junction, Colo.

The Apr. 4th issue contained two items of special interest to members and friends of the Los Angeles Athletic Club. First, Jimmy Jacobs, playing for the club, won the national four-wall handball championship, and the matches were played at the club.

Second, your marvelous story and color spread on girl divers concerned three of our Los Angeles Athletic Club family—Glenn McCormick, our diving coach, and two members of our club team, Pat McCormick and Ann Cooper. Glenn teaches diving to our members, and both girls work out at the club daily.

As an interesting sidelight to your diving story, we would like to point out that if Ann Cooper is a threat to Pat McCormick it might be because of the help that Pat has given to Ann and our other young divers. Pat is the type of girl who is never too busy to help youngsters on their way up and she is the inspiration for all her teammates.

Funds for training of these young athletes and others are provided by the club, and all members are proud of their part in this contribution to sports. As a matter of fact, many of these youngsters would never have a full chance to develop their talents except for the efforts of clubs such as ours....

Our many members consider SI a reading "must," and as they are naturally proud of the achievements of club teams, they cannot help but wonder why their club received no mention.

You will next hear from our girls at the National Championships in Florida. When this story is told, all club members join me in the hope that their club will receive the recognition that is so encouraging.
Los Angeles Athletic Club
Los Angeles

As a golf professional who is interested in preserving the etiquette of golf I wish to congratulate you and the magazine for your well-written page of golf etiquette which appeared Apr. 4th. I am sure that this You SHOULD KNOW will benefit not only the beginners in golf but also refresh the memories of all the older players.
Sappington, Mo.

•For Fogertey's tip on lining up your shot, see SI, Mar. 21.—ED.


"I daresay one of us had better jolly well put on a shooting jacket."