Publish date:



Hungarian Premier Jànos Kàadàr and the U.S.S.R.'s Leonid Brezhnev and Nikolai Podgorny tucked in (below) at a luncheon party which Kàadàr no doubt put on the Communist equivalent of the old expense account. He was host to Aleksei Kosygin, Brezhnev and Podgorny at a hunt in the Màtra Forest, some 75 km. from Budapest, and plans were made there for the recent meeting of the world's Communist parties. The pictures, just released from the Hungarian National Archives, indicate that a better time was had by all at the hunt-cum-business lunch than was had at the meeting later. Capitalist business lunches and subsequent meetings quite often turn out that way, too.

The three men who met recently on the slopes at Alta were well known, but certainly not as skiers. Art Linkletter, Adam West, alias Batman, and Sports Columnist Jim Murray stood around in the snow discussing their efforts. Linkletter has been skiing for four years now. "I figured if Lowell Thomas, at 72, could attack the slopes, a 51-year-old youngster should do O.K.," he explains. Somehow he convinced Murray that he could do O.K., too, but on this particular outing Jim sounded a little discouraged. "Everyone I've seen up here the past few days thinks he's a bird," he complained. "Careful what you say about birds," Linkletter advised, nodding toward Batman. "So he's a bat," Murray said. "I feel more like a turkey."

Some years ago Dancer Ray Bolger demonstrated his special breathing exercises for Allie Sherman of the Giants, and more recently he has been working with the Los Angeles Rams' Dr. John Perry, developing some new exercises that they plan to diagram and publish in book or pamphlet form. Bolger, 64, observes that football has become much faster in just the last two years, and he says, "I put on an hour and a half show, and the audiences can't know I'm laboring. I can't come up panting after every number. The same is true for football players who have to run down an entire football field." Well, it's not exactly the same. As long as he makes it across the goal line a football player's audience doesn't care how much he pants.

Muhammad Ali recently addressed a student group at Canisius College in Buffalo where he expatiated, as usual, upon the wickedness of the white man and the necessity for separatism. Negroes are fools, he said, to believe "this airport is mine, this bus terminal is mine, this college is mine." As it happens Miss Sharon Tolbert believes that the airports, bus terminals and colleges are hers, if not his. The young Negro student rose and declared, "My father fought for America in World War II. His brothers fought for America. These are my people so this is my America." Ali's reply, not quite to the point, was that white was the opposite of black. It was a law of nature that the two races remain apart. "All animals in nature stay with their own kind," he said. "We are talking about people, not animals," Miss Tolbert informed him. Ali finally retreated in some disarray, and later Miss Tolbert explained, "I don't feel that I hate Cassius Clay and that he is 100% wrong. But...Mr. Clay said white is the opposite of black. That difference is the pigment of the skin. The important difference is in environment and education, and that can be changed. The underprivileged child is underprivileged, black or white."

Several weeks ago All-America Westley Unseld (above) was invited to the annual meeting to the medical staff of Louisville's Methodist-Evangelical Hospital and voted honorary president for the evening. Many of the local medicine men are graduates of the university and graduates and nongraduates alike have welcomed the UL games as a pick-me-up at the end of a long, hard day. "RX Westley Unseld," read the inscription on the mint julep cup the physicians presented to him. Now, at the end of a long, hard season, Unseld has announced that he must decline an offer to try out for the Olympic team. Student teaching from 8:30 a.m. to 3:30 p.m., practice from 4 to 6 or later and attendance at various functions has finally gotten to him. "I'm just tired, all worn out," Unseld says. Those Louisville doctors should reconvene. What is needed seems to be a prescription for, not of, Westley Unseld.

Principals in the Great Chili Debate (SI, Dec. 11) can now lay off each other and unite in a little acrimonious sniping at a brand-new target. Dizzy Dean's nephew, his brother Daffy's boy, has opened what is described as a "New Mexico-style" Mexican restaurant in Dallas, and young Dean, apparently ready to take on all the traditionalists for miles around, claims that his customers prefer New Mexican Mexican food to Texas Mexican food or Mexican Mexican food. His courage is such that he does not even serve tortillas with meals at La Placita (though they may be ordered separately), and as for chili, he says that it should be made with the thick juice of either green or red peppers—no chili powder in the chili.