The classy-looking couple receiving congratulations from tennis star Pancho Gonzales are Mickey Thompson and his bride Trudy Feller. Mickey, the record-setting driver who is now a multimillionaire auto race promoter and equipment dealer, does not like conventional weddings, so he flew 300 guests in three chartered planes through a thunderstorm from Southern California to Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas for his nuptials. Guests included Indy hero Rufus Parnel Jones, drag-car racer Danny Ongais, and the uncrowned "earth mother" of all racers, top-heavy Linda Vaughan. "People think we're a kind of dirty-fingernail bunch," said Mickey defensivly, "so I figured I'd show 'em we got as much class as anybody else."
Artist Pablo Picasso, who prides himself on his fitness, saw nothing fitting or esthetic about the new landscape in front of his door in Mougins, on the French Riviera. A private construction company had dug two six-foot ditches there, prompting a Picassogram via his lawyer to a district judge. "My friends can't visit mc anymore unless they are mountain climbers or cave explorers. As for myself, at almost 90. I am unable to scramble over the ramps and jump over the ditches." The court told the construction company that it had 48 hours to free prisoner Picasso.
There were a couple of old familiar legs flashing around a track in Miami the other day. They belonged to Dave Sime, once the fastest human in the world. In 1956 Duke undergraduate Sime held world records in the 220-yard dash and the 220 low hurdles, and shared the world record for the 100 (9.3). The other day, at age 35, on an impulse, he entered the 100 at a local Miami meet and won it in 9.6, which seems to indicate that Sime's legs have aged only three-tenths of a second in 15 years. Can any other legs make that statement?
"The world news just kind of hit me," said Kenneth Spiering, an art student at Gonzaga University in Spokane, Wash. So instead of sculpting a conventional chess set as his art project, Kenneth came up with Revolutionaries vs. Establishment. The Revolutionary king, queen and bishop bear the likenesses of Che Guevara, Angela Davis and Maharishi Mahesh, respectively. Richard Nixon. Spiro Agnew and Pope Paul VI are some Establishment pieces. Still uncompleted are Billy Graham (Establishment bishop) and two Revolutionary knights to be named. Kenneth's pawns are upraised clenched fists and stand-up dollar signs—guess which is which. The project has cost him, though. It took him so much time sculpting his view of the world that other art projects didn't get done, so his professor gave him only a B. That's the Establishment for you.
Happy, no doubt, about Cuba's victory over the U.S. in the Pan-Am Games, Fidel Castro dropped in on a game of basquetbol. There has been no further news of whether or not he made it to the basquet.
This year's Calgary Stampede featured an unlikely but enthusiastic duo in its log-rolling competition: the Boston Bruins' Bobby Orr and figure skater Karen Magnussen. Both rolled off their log, but Karen was declared the winner for her fancier footwork. That's O.K., Bobby; we know you'd never let victory turn your head the way it did Karen's. When she bobbed to the surface, she looked around and asked immediately, "Is my mascara running?"
Consider the case of mathematics professor Simeon M. Berman, who has worked out a formula for determining how far a batted ball would have traveled, had it not hit something. This is his formula:
D = (d X h)/(16 X s¬≤) + d
D is hypothetical distance ball will travel, d is distance from home plate to fence, or light tower or other obstruction, h is height of ball when hitting obstruction, s is number of seconds ball is in flight. "It's just elementary mathematical physics," says Berman. So now you can leave your tapemeasure at home next time you head for the ball park.
In our growing Little-Known Records division, we come up this week with 36-year-old Ted St. Martin, a free thrower from Riverdale, Calif. who, after many solitary but determined tries, finally set a record by making 10,944 free throws in 12.099 attempts over a 24-hour period for a 90.45% average. "I've had better performances," said St. Martin, "but no one stuck around to keep score."
No one wants to stick around and keep score for Lewis Sutter of Detroit, either. Old Lewis, 71, plays solitaire, has racked up 132,400 games since 1961, has worn out—literally—seven decks of cards, plays an average of 40 games a day. "Solitaire cures my insomnia," says Sutter.
Ours too, Lewis.