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Lance Alworth, flanker for the San Diego Chargers, has just been elected to represent America's sportsmen on this year's list of best-dressed men, but from his own description of his wardrobe it is pretty clear that nobody is going to confuse him with Cary Grant. "Messing up colors and having fun," is Alworth's approach to things sartorial. The only problem is that, like Thomas Wolfe, he can't go home again. "I don't dare take some of my bright sports jackets back to Little Rock. They'd just be too much."

The American Broadcasting Company has had Bing Crosby, David Janssen, Phil Harris, Clint Walker and, most recently, Texas Governor John Connally on safari in Africa for a television program in its American Sportsman series. Upon his return to the U.S. hunter Connally, who shot a lion, a Cape buffalo, a warthog, an impala, a sable, a gazelle, a topi, an oribi and an elephant, was quoted as saying he was "tremendously impressed by the ability of huge animals to disappear in what looks like open country." Connally and TV crew spotted a male lion accompanied by three lionesses, and the "ability of huge animals to disappear" seems to have consisted principally of his inability to find the body of the male lion he himself had shot. "We closed the windows of the car [for protection against one lioness, which had taken refuge in a tree] and drove to within 15 yards of it, and I tried to spot it through 10-power binoculars, knowing exactly where it was, and I still couldn't see it!" he said. "Finally we had to sideswipe the tree to get that lioness out of there so we could get to the lion's body." While American Sportsman Connally was thus engaged his arch foe, Senator Ralph Yarborough of Texas, was taking the Senate floor to deliver a speech. Yarborough's subject: a plea for a cooperative worldwide effort to prevent the disappearance of 250 kinds of wildlife in danger of extinction.

"This is a real luau," said Duke Kahanamoku politely. "It was nice of you all to come." Hawaii's Duke Kahanamoku (above) swam in the 1912, 1920 and 1924 Olympics and is considered by many to be the father of modern surfing. For the last 40 or 50 years he has devoted himself principally to being a character, and that he has succeeded in becoming a well-beloved one was amply demonstrated recently on his 77th birthday. Kimo McVay, majority owner of the restaurant in Waikiki Beach that bears the Duke's name, gave a party. More than 7,000 people, including Actor Richard Boone and noted surfers Fred Hemmings, Joey Cabell and Paul Strauch, attended to drink martinis and mai-tais. Teriyaki steak and pork were served to most guests inside the restaurant and outside to an additional 1,000. The birthday was proclaimed Duke Kahanamoku Day throughout Hawaii, and remembrances included a $10,000 Silver Cloud II Rolls-Royce convertible, a custom-made surfboard, a $5,000 handmade Hawaiian feather quilt and a life-size portrait of the Duke as a young man on a surfboard, painted by Margaret Keane. The only thing Duke Kahanamoku really wanted, though, was a portable generator for his fishing boat, and he got that, too: it arrived on a luau pig tray adorned with a red ribbon.

Australia's Murray Rose has become an actor. That's O.K., but it does seem too bad that the script of his forthcoming movie, Ice Station Zebra, should call for the swimmer who won three gold medals at the 1956 Olympics to die by drowning.

There have been demonstrations against King Constantine of Greece nearly everywhere he has gone during his visit to North America, including Toronto, where he went last week to take part in the Dragon Class world sailing championships. He did not do well, and it is no wonder. For his own safety a flotilla of federal, provincial and municipal police boats escorted Constantine several miles out into Lake Ontario, and a Royal Canadian Mounted Police patrol boat took him to his yacht while two harbor police boats kept a lookout. The King may have been safe, but he was certainly also a little distracted.

The play may be the thing, but as far as Kenneth Schmied, mayor of Louisville, is concerned it is a football play. Schmied is a sports enthusiast with a minimal interest in the theater, so when he was asked to kick off the Actors Theatre of Louisville ticket drive he got himself a football and took the responsibility literally (below). His first try was a rather feeble slice, but the second time around the ball rocketed forward a good 21 yards. Schmied, who failed to make his high school varsity team because he was, of all things, too light, said, "A lot of guys have told me Blanton Collier of the Cleveland Browns might want me to be his kicker." He added modestly, "I think they were kidding me."

"I felt, as a father, that I should participate," said TV star Andy Griffith of his Little League duties, "but every time I went out to umpire a game I felt such fear as I've never known before. I asked another father if he felt the same way, but he said he loved doing it. I decided there are some of 'em who can stand it and some of 'em who can't, so after three games I quit." For a man who suffers such stage fright, Griffith is in a funny line of work.