September 2, 1968 Table Of Contents
Yesterday
The cradle of tennis was meant to be rocky
The posh Newport Casino, shrine of the white-flannel set, was not really designed as a tennis club at all; it got its start when an uninvited horse wandered into the cottagers' exclusive Reading Room
By John Hanlon
Exhibition Game
BY ANY OTHER NAME an exhibition game is still an exhibition game, even if Commissioner Pete Rozelle calls it something else and even if the teams involved happen to be the Green Bay Packers and the Dallas Cowboys
By Tex Maule
As he drove what may be the finest trotter of all time on Du Quoin's rustic mile, Stanley Dancer mulled the fact that The Hambletonian always had eluded him. At the finish those sad thoughts were gone forever
By Pat Putnam
Dolls To Mexico
A throng of young, attractive girls raced into Southern California for the women's Olympic track and field trials and after two days of lively effort produced the strongest U.S. women's team ever
By Bob Ottum
THE REVOLT OF THE TOURING PROS
The battle between golfers who play for big money and the rest of the PGA comes down to this: Which group should rule the tour?
By Mark Mulvoy
Hawk Baby
Ken Harrelson, who encourages the notion that he resembles a certain bird, is swingingly saving a sad Red Sox year
Peckover
When the celebrated Marylebone Cricket Club came to New York the busiest buff around was a bustling, bouncy Englishman who is the sport's self-ordained ambassador and its resident expert
People
Golf
The course was almost a washout, but the pro girls got their money
Hockey
Bobby stakes an Orr claim for everybody
He is only 20, but sensational Boston Bruin Defenseman Bobby Orr, backed by an astute Ontario attorney, has turned the hidebound National Hockey League inside out. Even old stars are making a decent living wage
By Mark Mulvoy
Horse Racing
Surprise: Phipps loses a Hopeful
His own inside position and Ycaza's ride on Top Knight beat Reviewer
Tennis
Tiny Bob tiptoes through the amateurs
Much of the excitement at an otherwise dreary tournament was furnished by Bob Lutz, whose nickname derives from his singing—not his tennis. In the clutch, though, he had to yield to imperturbable Arthur Ashe
By Peter Carry
Baseball's Week
By Herman Weiskopf
For The Record
A roundup of the sports information of the week
19th Hole: The Readers Take Over
19TH HOLE: THE READERS TAKE OVER
Departments
By Garry Valk