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The Explosion of timber and sandbags (above) conceals the hurtling Van wall racer of Britain's Stirling Moss, whose front brakes have just failed during a looping turn in the Grand Prix of Monaco. When the front-running Moss felt only his rear brakes holding at 100 mph, he elected to plow into the barrier rather than risk going into the bordering Mediterranean. Seconds later, miraculously alive (left), Moss sprinted from the wreck, apprehensively glancing back as Peter Collins' Ferrari bore down upon him. Collins was unable to clear the debris and piled into the seawall. Mike Hawthorn's Ferrari lost its right front wheel and joined Collins' machine against the wall. The imperturbable Juan Manuel Fangio, running third when Moss went out, was lying far enough back to be able to maneuver through to eventual victory. Luckily, all drivers escaped without serious injury. Said a frustrated Moss: "I warned the organizers of the race that curve was dangerous."


The puckering gentleman to the right is none other than Samuel Jackson Snead, serenading a ballroom filled with guests at his old stamping ground, The Greenbrier, with his version of The Sheik of Araby. The night before, Snead received a testimonial dinner, was presented with a gold-plated putter, and the annual Greenbrier pro-amateur tournament was named the Sam Snead Festival in honor of his 20th year as Greenbrier pro. It was a festival full of the Old South charm that permeates the historic resort in the West Virginia Alleghenies. And assembled to honor Snead and play the beautiful courses were top men of golf, business and society. Dutch Harrison stole the Sunday show from Snead with a dazzling 8-under-par 62, to take first-prize money of $2,300 from the tournament chairman, Chris Dunphy.

Four company presidents watched morning tee-off of tournament foursomes, then took off for a friendly round themselves. The observers: James M. Symes of the Pennsylvania R.R.; Harrison Eiteljorg of Morgan Coal Co., Indianapolis; Walter Tuohy of Chesapeake & Ohio R.R. and The Greenbrier; and Raymond E. Salvati of Island Creek Coal Co., Huntington, West Va.

William Clay Ford, vice-president of Lincoln and Continental, tries out new vehicle before teeing off in quartet with Jay Hebert, Bill Curran, Dan Topping.

T. Suffern Tailer of Long Island teamed with Mike Souchak, wore most popular hat on course—a raffia straw.

William Holloway of New York, playing with Ben Hogan, wore the newly popular lisle shirt.

Trumpet-playing Snead, backed by Meyer Davis' band, highlighted evening's entertainment at the Sam Snead Festival Ball at Greenbrier. Snead shot a 268 in tournament, tied Paul Harney for second place.

John R. McLean, snappiest dresser in the tournament, wore alpaca shirt, raffia hat, kiltie shoes.

Mrs. Harry Daumit of Golden Beach, Fla., wife of Lustre-Creme founder, also sported a rakish raffia straw hat.

Paul V. Shields, stockbroker, yachtsman and golfer, practices on putting green, with Greenbrier's springhouse behind. He was in Ben Hogan's foursome.


The ingenuity of a sportsman deprived of the inalienable right to pursue his sport is an awesome thing. When the last public tennis courts in midtown Manhattan were about to give way to skyscrapers, Tennis Buff Lawrence Fertig, adman and financial columnist, suggested to friends that they take to the roofs. Fertig agreed to be the angel for the project. Finally, a friendly, sturdy rooftop was found atop the United Parcel Building on 38th Street near the East River Drive. Logistical problems were met and conquered. There was no elevator above the 10th floor, so 8,800 wheelbarrowfuls of brick, sand and cement had to be hoisted from the 10th floor to the roof. Cinders were laid six inches thick beneath the three Har-Tru courts to make them fast-drying enough to be playable virtually all year. A tennis house with men's locker room, ladies' dressing room and pro shop completed the airy center. Today a group of 80 business and professional men reserve the rooftop courts at noon and during similar rush periods, throw open the doors to the general public at other hours.

Professional sideliners are Drs. Sidney Keller and Irving Bricker, Attorney Bernard Katzen and Manufacturer Alan Nickelsburg.

Locker room post-mortem is a laughing matter to Fertig, Salesman Robert Kerdasha and Fashion Consultant Gilbert Tilliard.

Center's founder and president, Lawrence Fertig (seated, wearing V-necked sweater), relaxes with players after a game.

On top of the world, players engage in their favorite sport, oblivious to surrounding spires of Manhattan's skyline.

Doubles winners in five eastern senior tournaments, Dr. Edward Greenspan and his partner Berkeley Bell exchange plaudits.


This eye-filling landscape with figures, which travelers may confront round the turn of a safari trail in Kenya Colony, demonstrates the desirability of traveling with a gun (or a camera) at the ready. Actually, this enormous black rhino mother—shown with her leathery offspring—has protected status in Kenya as a kind of territorial treasure. She weighs three tons, is known as Gertrude and has a uniquely curved five-foot horn. Warning: nobody is protected from Gertrude