Candidates being mentioned by White House sources to succeed Stan Musial as head of the President's Physical Fitness Program include Pete Retzlaff, Bob Pettit, John Glenn, Buster Crabbe and Dinah Shore.
Not long ago Alabama Governor Lurleen Wallace set up some tin cans at the governor's mansion in Montgomery and took a few potshots. Assured her aim was good enough, she set her sights on the state's top game bird, the wild turkey. Returning home one night last week from a banquet in Birmingham, Mrs. Wallace changed from evening dress to hunting clothes and set off for the swamplands of Lowndes County. At daybreak she missed one gobbler—the first she had ever seen—but she shot the next one (above) dead.
After Louisville's Board of Aldermen voted down an open-housing ordinance last week Comedian Dick Gregory called for a sit-down at the starting gate on Derby Day to protest the board's action. "White folks," said Gregory, "aren't going to treat horses better than black folks. We're going to tell people not to come to the track unless they're going to lay down to keep the Derby from starting." Gregory won't be laying down on the job because he has an engagement in London on D-day. Besides, he admitted, "I wouldn't lay down in front of a horse myself, but there's a lot of cats that will."
When Pitching Coach Johnny Sain (SI, April 3) was fired by the Twins last October, the team's 25-game winner, Jim Kaat, protested in an open letter to Minnesota fans. But until recently Kaat's complaints were more bark than bite. Now Kaat has purchased a Great Dane, which he has registered with the American Kennel Club under the name of Prince Johnny Sain. At last report, Prince Johnny was attending an obedience school in Florida.
Under his portrait that hangs in his home in East Lansing, Biggie Munn, Michigan State athletic director, has had inscribed, "The difference between good and great is a little extra effort." Biggie is proud of his achievements. But last week, in Pittsburgh, he received what he feels is the award of his career. "I've been elected to three football Halls of Fame—the National, the Minnesota and the Michigan—" Biggie declared, "but when I received the Boy Scouts' highest honor, the Silver Buffalo, it topped them all. I have made a thrilling clean sweep. I received the Silver Beaver in 1945, the Silver Antelope in 1961 and now this. I can't describe my joy."
Last year two British paratroopers, John Ridgway and Chay Blyth, rowed from Cape Cod to Ireland in a 22-foot boat. Understandably, during their 91 days at sea the grass on Ridgway's Scottish croft grew greener and greener. Ridgway talked so much about his farm and a mountain, Foinavon, which he could see from his door, that two weeks ago Blyth decided to back the longshot Foinavon in the Grand National. He collected $308 for his 56¢ when Foinavon won (SI, April 17). Ridgway, who was back on his farm, did not bet.
Her warmup wasn't very orthodox, but Miss America's pitch on opening day to Kansas City Catcher Phil Roof was considerably better than most politicians'. A softball player in high school, Jane Anne Jayroe had tossed seashells into the Atlantic off Wilmington, N.C. to get in shape for her appearance with the A's. Not coincidentally, her father and brother-in-law are both high school coaches, and a curve means something more to Jane Anne than to most beauty queens. Roof stepped out in front of the plate to cut down the distance of her pitch, but Miss America waved him back. "The pitch got there," she said later. "I was so pleased."
African conservationists have long discussed the possibility of domesticating wildebeests, buffalo, zebras, elephants and hippos and breeding them for meat and milk. They theorize that a controlled environment would preserve the animals from extinction and save the African grass line, which is being turned into a dust bowl by herds of unproductive native cows. Now Hollywood, in search of a new frontier (movie producers say the old one has been ruined by freeways and jets), is lending a hand and a script to the African ranching concept. Onetime Dodger First Baseman Chuck Connors will appear next fall in a TV series called Cowboy in Africa, and Hugh O'Brian has just finished making a movie entitled Africa—Texas Style. The hippo opera has O'Brian as a world-champion cowboy who attempts to set up an African ranch. During the filming in Kenya, O'Brian roped wild zebra, wildebeests, rhinos, buffalo and gazelles. A giraffe, a crocodile and a python were also lassoed, not for meat or milk, O'Brian says, but merely to add excitement to the movie. It hardly seems necessary.
Jim Lefebvre, who hit 24 home runs last year, is evidently something of a slugger in the mod leagues, too. Last week when the Dodgers were in St. Louis, he was seen (below) in a cap, navy brass-buttoned blazer, pink shirt with white collar, blue-green-and-yellow-paisley necktie, brown pinstriped bellbottom slacks and red stockings with black dots. Lefebvre, who operates on a $25 weekly allowance doled out by his business manager, had gone on his buying spree in Houston.
Anyone with hopes of making history should perhaps reconsider. Sir Edmund Hillary, 47, who climbed Mt. Everest in 1953, says: "Because my name appears in history books most children think I am dead. They seem amazed and disbelieving when I tell them who I am. It's all rather disconcerting."