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Arthur Ashe recently addressed the Women's National Democratic Club, urging its members to relate to the black community. "Try calling your maids by their last names," he suggested, "and put a 'Miss' or 'Mrs.' in front of it. It is demeaning to have to call someone by their last name when they call you by your first."

A penny-farthing bicycle (so-called for the immense British penny and the tiny farthing piece) does not corner well, according to Jackie Stewart. The Scottish race driver flew to Glasgow recently for a reception in honor of his having won the world driving championship and was met by a friend with the bicycle. "I pedaled the thing out on a wide U turn of about 200 yards," Stewart says. "I was up on it too long, and it was bloody dicey. There was ice on the ground at Glasgow airport. I didn't take any spills, but by God I'll tell you I've been in some pretty terrible situations in my time, but this was absolutely the worst."

Steve Allen has taped a show that features, among other things, The Brothers Sincere. And who are The Brothers Sincere? Well, one of them is Don Richman, late the general manager of the Seattle SuperSonics. The other is Mal Sharpe, who explains their partnership as follows: "It was weird. I was trying to write TV scripts but I had to earn a living, so I was selling hot dogs and things at the Forum in L.A. I was called the Singing Vendor, because I used to sing, and somebody said. 'You know, you really sound like Don Richman," and finally a sportswriter got us together. I, the Singing Vendor, met Don, the general manager, down at the bench. Don said, 'I hear you sound a lot like me,' so I started a scat thing about peanuts and potato chips, and he joined in. It was really weird. Not many people know this, but Don used to be a scat singer in several small clubs on 52nd Street in New York City." Now, more than a year later, Sharpe and Richman work for the same ad agency, collaborate on TV scripts and sing a little number called Hello Sweet Lady in the Moon, wearing baseball uniforms with big Ws on the front (to celebrate the return of Ted Williams to baseball). "We've been on shows like Groovy and Boss City," Sharpe says, "but I wouldn't say that a TV writer and the former general manager of the SuperSonics is exactly where the kids are at."

Nijinsky, by Northern Dancer out of Flaming Page, has been named England's top 2-year-old and has come to the attention of Madame Romola Nijinsky, the 76-year-old widow of the dancer. Madame Nijinsky's knowledge of racing is limited and she lives in Zurich when she is not in San Francisco, but she has decided to have her London-based secretary bet Nijinsky whenever he runs. The secretary, Mrs. Power, is not exactly a horse-player, either. "I used to put the odd bob or two on a horse," she admits, but she has not been following the ponies of late. "When the flat season opens." she says, "I think I'll ask for help from the bookies William Hill or Ladbrokes—leave the money with them and get them to put it on the horse whenever he is running. The trouble is," she adds, "Romola is not going to make more than an odd shilling or two, as the horse is doing so well."

"I've never had any experience along these lines before," observes Duke Sims, "but I enjoyed it." The Indians' catcher had kindly helped out at the last minute as a judge of the Miss Outer Space, Ohio contest in Cleveland. "Contestants must be between 18 and 30 and able to jog a mile," Syd Friedman, the genius who thought the whole thing up, announced solemnly. "They must create their own costumes that they'd like to wear on the moon. They will be judged on personality and poise as well as appearance in a bikini, and we'd like the winner to be the first woman to go to the moon, if we can get the Government's permission." Blonde Mrs. Marie Stevens, third from the right, turned out to satisfy these somewhat varied requirements. As for Sims, he may have been inexperienced, but he does have an eye for a winner. His own date that night was a former Ohio candidate for Miss U.S.A.

Jack Benny's golf scores have soared from the mid-80s of six years ago to 110 and above, but he has finally found a way to reverse the trend. He reports that he is now using ladies' clubs.

"Water-skiing? That's easy. You lie back in the water and hold the line, then you just follow the boat," explains singer José Feliciano, who obviously has not allowed blindness to interfere too seriously with his athletic endeavors. He bats baseballs around, rides a bicycle, swims a lot (pool and ocean, where he body-surfs) and he received a sailboat from his wife for his last birthday. As for horseback riding, like water-skiing, "That's nothing. You just follow the horse in front of you—your horse doesn't know you're blind."

Joe Garagiola, not the greatest golfer extant, broke 100 the other day at the Broadview Country Club in Largo, Fla. and attributed his round of 98 to Club Pro Augie Boyd. "He taught me," Joe says, "not to talk while I was putting."