Speaking of people, the R.T. French Co. is making people crackers for dogs—milkmen, mailmen, policemen, dogcatchers and burglars, all packed in an animal-cracker-size box.
After suffering a heart attack in March, Jackie Jensen received many messages, one from former Red Sox Catcher Sam White. "He sent a clipping which read, 'Jackie Jensen stricken with heart attack during his team's workout.' Sam wrote, 'Jeepers, Jack, they can't be that bad.' "
Folksinger Pete Seeger sings what he thinks, and among other things lately he has been thinking of New York's Hudson River. Seeger lives, and when he has time, sails, on the Hudson, and he has composed a Hudson River song, which goes like this:
Sailing down my dirty stream,
Still I love it, and I'll keep the dream,
That someday, maybe not this year,
My Hudson River will once again run clear.
To hasten that day Seeger has been active as chairman of the Hudson River Sloop Restoration Corp., which commissioned Naval Architect Cyrus Hamlin to build a 76-foot sloop of the type which used to ply the Hudson but has not been built since the turn of the century. Seeger has just completed a tour to raise money for the craft, to be named The Clearwater. Scheduled for launching next week in South Bristol, Me., she will then make her way down the coast to New York, where she will serve as sort of a floating museum of Hudson River history and a focus of attention on the river's present condition. "Pete has a Sailfish," a friend points out, "and on a Sailfish you're darned close to the water. Sailing right in the cesspool, you might say."
The Pennsylvania Senate recently passed a bill establishing a penalty of $5,000 or five years in jail for persons convicted of bribing a jockey. The vote was 39-1 in favor: the lone dissenter, Senator Richard Snyder of Lancaster, said he voted against the proposal because it was an insult to legislators. The penalty for bribing a State Senator in Pennsylvania is only $500 or one year in jail.
Bob Hoffman, editor and publisher of Strength & Health, described in a recent issue how he became a champion canoe filter. A canoe tilter either overturns his opponent's canoe or knocks him from the gunwales into the water, and it dawned upon Mr. Hoffman that one should learn to cling to the gunwales with one's toes. "I lifted dumbbells with my feet," he reports. "I practiced pulling my toes apart. I became so proficient at holding the canoe between my toes that I have pulled under a low bridge and done a chin-up while holding a 70-pound canoe between my toes. This was an extraordinary feat, but I had learned to lift a 50-pound dumbbell with each foot as I held it between my toes...." Well, in his editorial Mr. Hoffman said that it was his duty to include all phases of weight training in his magazine. Obviously he wasn't kidding.
Actor Lee Marvin has been awarded the degree of Doctor of Fine Arts by St. Leo College in Florida, and a new dormitory there is to be named Lee Marvin Hall. Marvin attended St. Leo, which was then a prep school, for 3½ years in the early '40s. He is remembered as an outstanding athlete, a trackman, in particular, but one story has it that his pitching kept him from graduating—pitching a classmate out of a second-story window.
In the confusing world of tennis, where there are pros, amateurs, registered players, players and Torben Ulrich, the most individualistic niche belongs to Denmark's nonsquare, Mr. Ulrich (SI, April 7). Finding the state of the sport at home distasteful, Torben composed a photograph in which he is purportedly signing a pro contract, for three-pence, in the presence of two comic-opera witnesses. This is explained as a "protest against the ridiculous and hypocritical Danish rules of amateurism."
Olympic boxing champion George Foreman receives a modest $500 a month for doing public relations work on behalf of the Job Corps, having consistently turned down more lucrative offers because, as he says, "Once you get an image and speak to kids you got to be careful what you get yourself into. They listen to what you say and they watch what you do. Now I don't think boxers and football players are qualified people to go around telling others how to improve their lives—that ought to be left to the intellectuals. But if you do something in sports you sort of become an example, and whether you want it or not, you get the responsibility." There are rewards, of course. Foreman was invited to Former President Johnson's last state dinner. "I felt very proud and honored," he recalls, "but to tell the truth, the food wasn't so hot."