The older Choate boy had had all he could take from that perpetual dormitory noisemaker, young Jack Kennedy, so he set out to fix him. Reported 15-year-old Jack in a letter (below) to a friend at Lawrenceville: "The other night a member of the Student Council got me out on the track and had me running a mile &¼ straight. He had some kind of a wire coat hanger and every time I slowed up he would smack me on the tail. He was a track man and he went fast as hell. I was so dammed pooped that I could hardly walk the next day." Last week at an auction in New York the Kennedy letter was sold for $2,700.
Goose Tatum, star and impresario of the clowning Harlem Road Kings, was having, by his own admission, one of his best nights. Near the end of a game against the New York Olympians in Houston, Goose had 50 points and the crowd soresided with laughter at his antics. Suddenly Tatum dropped to the floor, writhing. The audience laughed. Amid elaborate confusion, Tatum was toted off by two emoting teammates. The crowd laughed harder. It didn't stop chuckling, in fact, until it discovered that Tatum had broken his leg in two places.
Playing host to a convention of country and western music men at the Fair Grounds in New Orleans, Jazzman Pete Fountain gave one and all a hot tip on the daily double. How could one miss on Jeffrey, Jr. (the name of his son) in the first and Fountain's Gay in the second? His guests, of course, were tearing up their tickets before the ponies turned for home in the first race. Jeffrey, Jr. finished last—20 lengths behind the winner.
If Jack Paar is on crutches for his show this week, few television viewers, presumably, will be surprised. Stranger things have happened on Paar shows. This particular contretemps occurred when novice-intermediate skier Paar failed to coordinate all vectors coming down a slope at Catamount. Jack completed his trip down on a ski patrol toboggan, then transferred to a station wagon for a dash to the hospital. "Jack just got a little out of control," said Paar's Manager Thomas Cochran. X rays revealed "slight ligament strain."
Anyone yearning to be named one of the year's Ten Outstanding Young Men by the U.S. Junior Chamber of Commerce would do well to acquire some imposing sports credentials. Note this year's selections, particularly Dr. William F. McColl and Charles Jackson Wheeler. Orthopedic Surgeon Bill McColl was an All-America end at Stanford and one of the Chicago Bears' best receivers. Wheeler—student, adventurer and, at 21, the youngest TOYM winner—was a judo instructor at age 11, the youngest climber of the Matterhorn at 14 and a swimmer of the Hellespont at 17.
Charles (Chuck) McKinley took a job with New York brokerage firm R. W. Pressprich & Co., and American Davis Cup hopes took a hard blow to the gut. "My job now is to sell stocks and bonds, not collect silverware," said the 24-year-old Wimbledon champion of 1963.
Stirling Moss, who has retired from auto racing, may be forced to retire from driving altogether, at least temporarily. Moss must appear in court to answer a summons stating he drove without due care and attention, failed to stop after an accident and did not report the accident.
Sometimes cast as a waterfront tough and sometimes as a black-jacketed motorcyclist, Marlon Brando has been attempting to modify his Stanley Kowalski image. Eyebrows were raised, therefore, when Brando showed up with his arm in a sling during a Hawaii vacation. Marlon had a ready explanation. He had dislocated his shoulder playing touch football with his 7-year-old son Christian. "The kid's tough," said Brando.
The State of New York hadn't had time to find out whether its new deputy boxing commissioner was a workhorse or a mule, but it was sure that his name was Sal and his domain was 17 counties along the Erie Canal from Albany to Buffalo. That familiar 5 o'clock shadow being sworn in as commissioner was, in fact, Sal (The Barber) Maglie. Admitting that he didn't have the whole lowdown on his new field, the former pitcher said he was learning boxing fast. As for wrestling, officially labeled exhibition rather than sport in New York, and which is also in his jurisdiction, Maglie said sanguinely, "I imagine most of it is honest."
One thing Racing Driver Jim Paschal hasn't done lately is die. However, that's not the way UPI had heard it: the wire service listed Jim Paschal of High Point, N.C. as one of four NASCAR Grand National drivers killed in accidents in 1964. "My God!" said Paschal. "I don't think I've been killed. At least I hope I'm not walking around dead."
The Wolverhampton Wanderers were fortified in their quest of the British Football Association Cup by a confession of devotion from the Dowager Viscountess Boyne, sister-in-law of the Princess Royal. "I am a very keen supporter," said 81-year-old Lady Boyne, "but isn't it terrible they are bottom of the league? Still, I tip them to win the cup. It is quite exciting shouting, 'Up the Wolves.' "