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Doug Lord, manager of welterweight champion Curtis Cokes, took a trip to South Africa recently to make arrangements for a match between Cokes and Willie Ludick. His plane made a stop in Nigeria, and the Texan was whisked, under guard, to his hotel where, in his homey Texas way, he was soon trying to chat with one of the guards on patrol duty. "I hear Dick Tiger joined the rebel cause down here and that they're going to take his title away in Nigeria," he burbled. "Isn't it a shame he'd join a bunch of rebels?" The guard considered Lord rather coldly. "We are the rebels," he said.

Jackie Kennedy (below) has been engaged recently in the sport of privacy-seeking. Privacy-seeking is a harder game to play in warm weather.

When the Toney Penna Golf Company plant opened in Jupiter, Fla., Governor Claude Kirk, Bob Hope and Perry Como were to be on hand for the occasion. Kirk and Hope made it. Como was late. "Sorry," he said when he finally arrived, "I was working." He went on to explain, "I was up to a coffee breakfast for our community fund and offered to come out of retirement to cut the hair of the highest bidder. So this fellow bid one share of IBM stock and was the winner. I had to go back home, get my clippers and give him a haircut." It was a nice prize for the donor of the stock, even if he can't show it proudly to people next year.

The second annual Most Eligible Bachelor contest has just been concluded in Dallas, and half of the 10 finalists were athletes. A panel of ladies, including local TV personalities, fashion and society editors, models and airline stewardesses awarded first place to Olympian Earl Young, presently a stockbroker in Dallas. Lance Rentzel of the Cowboys, Jerry Levias of the SMU football team, Roger Bellerive of the Dallas Black Hawks and Per Larsen of the Dallas Tornados soccer club finished second, third, fourth and sixth respectively, having been selected on the basis of "qualities most desired by the judges, I guess," as a contest spokesman explained. Levias and Rentzel are reported to have won the fashion plate awards, Levias for a coordinated ensemble in pale green and Rentzel for his choice of a navy-blue turtleneck shirt, matching slacks and light jacket. Winner Young had better rejoice cautiously in his new title—last year's winner, Photographer Russ Russell, was picked off and married within months.

Eric Tabarly, France's famous solo navigator, won the single-handed transatlantic yacht race in 1964 when he sailed from Plymouth, England to Newport, R.I. In 1967 he won the Fastnet race in Plymouth. This January he had the best time in the Sydney-to-Hobart race. But sailing alone on the open sea is one thing and making time in a midday Paris traffic jam is another, and Tabarly recently looked at his watch to find it reading 1:20 on a day when he had a 1:15 luncheon appointment. He sprinted up his host's steps and learned, to his relief, that he was not due until 1:30. "I was the last man to arrive," he says, "but actually I didn't arrive late." A good thing, too. Luncheon was at the Elysée Palace, and his host was Charles de Gaulle.

Fighter Don Fullmer just barely got a decision over Carl Moore in Phoenix and said angrily, "I nearly got robbed." When he stomped off to his dressing room he found he'd spoken too soon. He had been robbed, of his wallet and his wedding ring.

The Averell Harrimans gave a party for performers who were in that recent Washington telethon, and Mrs. Stan Musial was seated next to Mrs. Alice Roosevelt Longworth. When Mrs. Musial left the room briefly Harriman remarked to Mrs. Longworth, "Her husband is Stan Musial." "Who?" Mrs. Longworth inquired. "Stan Musial. The great baseball player. Yow know." Mrs. Longworth didn't. "I know Babe Ruth," she said.

"We go absolutely mad sometimes," Sean says, and what a wild sight it must be! "Sean" is Sean of Vidal Sassoon's Bond Street hairdressing salon, and "we" includes the 10 other members of the salon's soccer team (above). They are: back row, left to right, Melvin, Leonard, Joel, Richard and Ian; middle row, David, Clifford, Terry and Laurence; front row, Sean and Dominic. On their one day off a week the 11 "let their hair down," as London's Sunday Times puts it, "and hurl themselves into the mud and blood of the football field." In their first match last month the boys crushed a team from Sassoon's school of hairdressing by a score of 13-3 in an encounter that saw one of the opposition rushed to the hospital after a kick in the head. In their second game they defeated the Grosvenor House salon 9-2, smashing a few noses with hard-kicked soccer balls. Their next game is to be against French of London, Hairdressers, of Cork Street, and Sean predicts, "We are going to annihilate them."

The Twins' Harmon Killebrew was working his way through his daily batch of mail recently when he came upon this query from a 9-year-old boy: "My mother says if I want to hit the ball I gotta eat tuna. I hate tuna. What do you think?" Killebrew replied that he should eat the tuna. "I figured he wouldn't be able to play (or hit) at all if he didn't obey his mother and keep her happy." Ann and Abby, move over!