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Though his official golf earnings for the year come to $64,445, and side money probably brings the total close to $75,000, Tony Lema confessed the other day, en route to Tokyo, that he is as broke as the day he went on tour. "But," he added, "I'm free."

He is free of a contract with Jim Malarkey, wealthy Oregon and Idaho sportsman, one that gave Malarkey nearly a third of Lema's earnings, both purses and perquisites. The contract was one of a series that started in 1958 after Malarkey had seen Lema play and concluded he had the stuff of greatness in him. In the ensuing years, Malarkey says, he backed Lema to the extent of as much as $21,000 a year, never less than $16,000, and saw no substantial returns until the end of 1962, when Lema suddenly began to justify Malarkey's early vision.

"It was a great thing for me," Lema conceded, "knowing that I had his backing." But he implied, too, that there comes a time when a fellow wonders whether he is playing for himself or for someone else.

"I'm starting out again broke. I've played all year for nothing," he said, implying that to buy up his contract, he had had to pay Malarkey all but a trifle of his winnings. He won't be broke long. He is off to Tokyo for a television match, Shell's Wonderful World of Golf, against Chen Ching-Po. On his return he will play in the $125,000 Whitemarsh Open in Philadelphia and the $70,000 Sahara Invitational in Las Vegas.


With Labor Day gone, it is not too soon for the prudent to start a Christmas shopping list. Right at the top should go a doodad turned out by the Ampex Corporation. It is a television tape-recording system for the home, and you can buy it from Neiman-Marcus in Dallas for $30,000. Not too extravagant, when you consider that in the past Neiman-Marcus' catalogue of choice gifts has offered a stuffed tiger for $1 million, a His-and-Hers set of airplanes, and a genuine Chinese junk. Of them all, though, we would take the Ampex TV tape-recording system, known as the Signature V.

Here are some of the things you can do with it. You can leave home after setting a timing mechanism that will automatically record a prizefight, baseball game or whatever while you are away. On your return you can play it back. You can watch one football game live while taping another, a must for New Year's Day.

There is more to the Signature V: a color TV receiver, record changer, AM-FM tuner and a leatherbound instruction manual. If the V has one weakness, it is in videotaping color TV, which comes out black and white on the tape. Ampex is working on that problem right now.

Sheikh Khalifa Ben Salman christened his new 104-foot yacht Gazed in Holland the other day. A pleasure yacht for the finance minister of the oil-rich sultanate of Bahrein is in itself not remarkable. What is remarkable is Gazal's closed-circuit-television fishing system. The sheikh had it built so that he can loll about in his air-conditioned stateroom and watch, on the TV screen, the floats of his fishing rods bobbing along in the water outside. When one of them bobs under he dashes out and reels in.

It is not something we have always wondered about, but the National Federation of State High School Athletic Associations reports a study which reveals that in one basketball game the ball bounced 1,692 times. In dribbles and bounce passes, one team bounced it 912 times, the opponent 659. Officials accounted for 79 bounces, and the ball itself, after going out of bounds, accounted for 42 bounces. The team that bounced the ball most often won.


The President's Council on Physical Fitness has taken a leaf or two from the Royal Canadian Air Force, which a few years ago published a couple of booklets on basic exercises—one for men, one for women—and found it had a rampaging bestseller on its hands. More than a million booklets were sold, and a $1 edition combining the two was put on the U.S. market last year and has sold almost as well.

The Council's booklet, Adult Physical Fitness, covers both men and women and is pretty much of a piece with the Canadian publication in that the exercises are largely similar and are graduated to fit one's present physical condition. But it is cheaper (35¢) and, we think, better illustrated. It also includes a self-testing technique by which you can check your progress and illustrates some isometric exercises. You may get yours by writing to the Superintendent of Documents, U.S. Government Printing Office, Washington 25, D.C.


The most famous modern painter after Picasso, Georges Braque died in Paris last week at 81. No delicate esthete, throughout his career he maintained a deep interest in nature and a zest for boxing, swimming, boating, hiking and cycling. One of his companions during his military service in 1901 remarked that he had the physique of an athlete. In 1944 he began his famous series, Billiard Tables, the first of which hangs in the Museum of Modern Art in Paris and has been called "unquestionably one of the pinnacles of French art."

The picture above is the bird Braque did for the ceiling of the corner room of the Henri II wing of the Louvre. In the Louvre the bird is surrounded by cherubs and more traditional designs, and the new art on the famous ceiling makes for an interesting contrast in styles.

"Nature acts on me practically without the slightest control," Braque once remarked. He had a passion for pebbles, rubber plants, dried corn, thistles and the pink shells of crabs with nature's own design. But his interest in birds exceeded all these. "The bird," he said, "is the summing up of all my art—it is more than painting." And he would never sell his Grand Oiseau, taking it back and forth from his studio in Paris to the one at Varcngeville in Normandy.


To the brightly-lit names of Mickey Mantle and Arnold Palmer, who earn or win a staggering $100,000 in a single sporting season, add the unblazoned name of Fred Lorenzen. Lorenzen has just climbed into the ranks of big-time money men by winning $93,820 racing stock cars, and he seems sure to pass $100,000 before the season ends. He says he is aiming for $125,000, over and above sideline earnings from endorsements, speeches and half a grand here and there for merely appearing in a race. Even after paying his Charlotte, N.C. garage (stock car racers split from 40 to 60 percent of their winnings with their mechanics), Lorenzen at 28 has plenty left for himself.

A former carpenter from Elmhurst, Ill., Lorenzen so far has won only five races, but he has finished in the money 14 times. With such consistency, he already has won almost twice as much as Glenn (Fireball) Roberts, NASCAR's previous richest racer.


The notion that a proper father should be a pal to his son is as widespread as it is impossible. No small boy would stand for having the old man hanging around all the time, yapping about obscure oldtimers like Tris Speaker and Rabbit Maranville. But a meeting ground does exist. It may be observed at present in England's Yorkshire Dales at a place called Scargill House. Every year for the past five years, fathers and sons have been getting together there for a week.

They climb rocky cliffs, squeeze down caves and ride horses, though the fathers are mostly middle-aged professional and business types who are not too used to this sort of thing. As unaccustomed hands grasp ropes and clumsy boots scrabble over rock and both father and son admit that they are afraid, mutual understanding and respect are developed.

"The thing is," explained a plump pathologist parent, "no father can back out of those awful rock climbs or else his son is chided by the others because his old man is chicken. I've been here before with my boys, and the benefit has been obvious. Nowadays, if I snap at my wife after a tough day, my sons come to see me when I've cooled down and say, 'Father, you're being hard on Mother.' I take the hint and family unity is preserved. This is because the boys have seen my strengths—I hope—and my weaknesses. They know me."

The boys themselves admit that "seeing old Dad way up there" when they come to a tough spot in a climb is "sort of comforting."

As for the Rev. Dick Marsh, warden of Scargill House, he wears no rose-tinted spectacles about fathers. Generally speaking, he holds they have abdicated their responsibilities and "it is time for them to take the lead again." This might be the way to do it.


The Aussies had a time of it last week on Long Island Sound. Sturdy Bryan Price of Adelaide masterfully swept the world 5-0-5 title from an impressive international fleet. That was in Larchmont. Farther east, in opulent Rye, two stony-broke lads from Newcastle wallowed well back in the ruck of the international Star class North American championship fleet. It was still all right with skipper Grahame Engert and crew Tim Owens. They were just awfully glad to be there at all.

Engert had won his tiny (10-boat) fleet elimination back home on Lake Macquarie. In the brief, undistinguished history of Aussie Star boats, that should have been it. Hang up the trophy, period. But Engert, 33-year-old pilot of a Newcastle harbor tender, desperately wanted to go on to the big U.S. races this summer as training for his ultimate goal, the Tokyo Olympic Games. His fiery determination stirred Newcastle (pop. 235,000). Someone organized a Grahame Engert Star Class World Championship Appeal. The appeal, sanctioned by His Worship, The Lord Mayor of Newcastle, held raffles and the like, and managed to get two plane tickets—with precious little cash to spare. Then a shipping line offered to freight the boat, which Engert had built himself, to New York, and a local Rotary Club stepped in with arrangements to have the sailors met and billeted in the U.S. With a happy exchange of Rotary flags and boomerangs, the pair eventually landed at Rye. "But when we saw the beauties here," said Engert, "I could have crawled right under my own and hid." The sleek, custom-made Stars, the fittings, the keen competition, were all awesomely impressive.

But not overwhelming, for it is impossible to break the Aussie spirit. This week Engert and Owens intend to race in the world championships in Chicago. To get there, the pair spent practically their last bob on a '52 Mercury, which they got for $50. "It has automatic transmission," said Engert happily. "We got the lot. It's better than the one I've got back home. We'll get to Chicago, all right. We'll kill them."

One way or another, we bet they will.


It may well be a record in modern Thoroughbred racing. Shannon's Hope, a 7-year-old gelding racing in the leaky-roof circuit of New England fairs, won five races in eight days, three of them on consecutive days.

The fairs do not resemble Saratoga or Santa Anita—jqckeys get a basic fee of $11 a mount, $26 for winning, $16 for second, $13 for third, and the purses are for $500 or so. But Shannon's Hope did himself proud nonetheless. First, he had an $11.80 win, at the Weymouth, Mass. fair, then moved down the South Shore to the Marshfield fair, where three days later he won for $15.60. He missed the next day but then put together three straight for $4.80, $4.20 and $5.80.

A star of Baltimore's championship team in the All-America Amateur Baseball Association Limited Tournament this summer has been Charles Holler, who plays third base. He has a lot of fans pulling for him to go on to stardom with the San Francisco Giants, whose roster Includes Chuck Hiller and Tom Haller, thus creating the possibility of a Hiller-Haller-Holler lineup.



•Duffy Daugherty, Michigan State football coach, on why he installed a pool table in his house: "It's mainly for my kids—I want them to have the same start in life I did."

•Mrs. Jeannette Baldwin, wife of Driver Ralph Baldwin, speaking of Hambletonian winner Speedy Scot: "I would have kissed him—but he bites."