"I'll be the greatest lawyer after being the greatest fighter," said the boxer. Muhammad Ali on a new kick? No, Terry Daniels, a former SMU linebacker who plans to upset Joe Frazier and take away the heavyweight title on Jan. 15 in New Orleans. After that, the 25-year-old legal eaglet will return to school. How would he describe himself as a boxer? "Good-looking." What does he do for relaxation? "Needlepoint. It lets my mind wander freely." Hang in there, Dimples.
It has taken Greece four years to get back at King Constantine, who fled into exile in 1967 after an unsuccessful coup d'état against the present military government. Sailor Constantine, who won a gold medal at the 1960 Olympics, made overtures through unofficial channels to be allowed to join Greece's 1972 Olympic team. The answer was that he could not.
It has been a long year for Joe Kapp. The former Minnesota Vikings and New England Patriots quarterback, a holdout since the beginning of the season, has spent most of the time running his bar in a Vancouver (B.C.) hotel. On Sundays, however, Kapp retires to his apartment, where he had three TV sets installed recently, to watch pro football games. "I'm a nut about TV," he says. About his own career, he adds wistfully, "I expect to play again—somewhere, sometime."
There he goes, skimming along on his water skis, graceful as a lead whale. Why, it's Alabama's 274-pound Offensive Tackle John Hannah, who has had a problem finding a boat that will pull his weight. In fact, reports John, when he asked his father to trade in the family craft for a more powerful job so he could pursue his hobby, Pop replied, "I can't afford a destroyer."
Not the least of the pleasures awaiting the Washington Senators as they were officially welcomed to Arlington for their re-christening as Texas Rangers was a telegram that read "Mrs. Nixon and I are behind you all the way. You can count on my being there opening day." Handshakes and smiles all around, until Warren Woodward, president of the Dallas Chamber of Commerce, took a closer look at the signature on the wire: Sam Nixon, of Waxahachie, Texas.
They have this hot Little League football team called the Schofield Panthers at Schofield Barracks near Honolulu which has been beating the cleats off the opposition, winning its first six games by an average of 66 points. Coach Eddie Smith, an Army sergeant, got the word from his superiors recently that all those one-sided wins were having a detrimental effect on the other teams, and he was asked to ease up. His young charges couldn't see it, however, and they went out and dumped their next opponent 79-0. As a result, Sergeant Smith was relieved of his command. So the Panthers, under the restraining hand of a new head coach, buried their next foes 113-8. Smith was hurriedly restored.
Howard Foering, 104, of Bethlehem, Pa., who may be the oldest active football fan around, didn't make it to the big game this year, the one in which his alma mater, Lehigh, beat Lafayette 48-19. Still, his attendance record isn't bad. He has managed to attend 94 of the 107 games the two schools have played since 1884, and when he can't make one in person he manages to catch it on radio. Foering, class of 1890, spends his time between games playing bridge, watching games on TV, reading three newspapers and waiting impatiently for next year's big game.
Mr. Foering, meet Walter Hollenbach of Jersey City, who has won his skirmish with the Princeton University ticket department. Imagine, they tried to palm off a set of season tickets on the enemy side of Palmer Stadium, when Mr. Hollenbach has been sitting on the home side for the last 433 games played there. In deference to the fact that he has been a steady customer since 1899, the university agreed to restore him to friendly turf.
Have you ever seen a happier Macbeth'? That's Carl Eller, Minnesota Viking defensive end turned Thespian, as he was filmed last week at the Tyrone Guthrie Theatre in Minneapolis in several Shakespearean roles for a local TV commercial. Forsooth! The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
In a curiously refreshing crusade, hundreds of Britons marched to Schweppes headquarters in England recently to return thousands of bottles gathered in a nationwide drive. Graham Searle, director of Friends of the Earth, said Schweppes was wasting resources in not seeing that the bottles got reused. Later a Schweppes worker surveyed the sea of glass outside the company building and lamented his fate. "Blimey, now I'll have to clear this lot up," he said. Couldn't he transport them to the factory for recycling? "No," he said. "These arc non-returnables."
Word floats down from Kenneth Gidge of Boston, currently living atop a flagpole in Peabody, Mass., that he will descend on Christmas Eve after 250 days aloft, thus establishing a new high. Gidge passed the record of 211 days, nine hours on Nov. 15. So far, he reports he has been bitten by spiders, attacked by hornets and a sea gull and survived six electrical storms and Hurricane Doria. In his spare time he has been writing a book, flying kites, teaching his pet parakeet Nixon how to talk and running unsuccessfully for councillor of the ward he and Nixon are perched above.