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Avery Brundage would certainly disapprove, but a group of counterculture folk, headed by poet Allen Ginsberg and French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre, are putting together their own version of the Olympics for Munich next summer. They're calling it, predictably, the Anti-Olympics, and it will feature competitions like drawing lines in sand, housewifery and something called "uncensored happenings." Meanwhile, the organizers are planning to assign a film crew to the real Olympics to shoot a movie based on the "exhaustion, nervous breakdowns and attacks of hysteria" surrounding that event. (Sigh.)

This is American golf pro Lee Elder in Nairobi, showing a Masai tribesman how a golf club works. When he was finished, the tribesman showed Elder how to throw one of the spears they use to hunt with. That bit of cultural exchange over, Elder continued an African exhibition tour that culminated with a match against Gary Player in South Africa, where—in sport at least—apartheid is beginning to show its age.

The cows came home for Bobby Hull last week. Actually, the 391 polled Hereford cattle, of which the Chicago Black Hawks' left wing is a prime breeder, were sold in two days at the H. and H. Ranch, located in Saskatchewan, Canada, for a whopping $303,310.

Police Captain Nilson Madureira of Rio de Janeiro supervises the hiring of street cleaners. Before an applicant is accepted for the job, he must pass a physical fitness and attitude test that includes climbing a 20-foot rope, running a mile in 12 minutes and jogging 100 yards with another man on his back. All this is to prove that the man is keen for the job. At present there are about 1,000 vacancies for street cleaners.

We all know the routine when President Nixon gets excited over an athlete. He makes a phone call. After Italian President Giuseppe Saragat watched Sandro Mazzola star in a soccer game for Internazionale di Milan recently, he decided to pin a medal on him, making him a Commander of the Order of Merit of the Italian Republic. That made Milan, the rival team from across town, very angry. Politics being politics, President Saragat decided to pin the same medal on their captain, Gianni Rivera. That got Mazzola pretty riled, and now he wants to be made a Grand Official of the Republic. We don't know where it will all end, but maybe next time Saragat will just pick up the phone.

The Greek government's preoccupation with good grooming is worthy fodder for psychologists. Remember when they banned the miniskirt? Well, just before the Greek soccer team lost a televised game to England early this month, the president of the Greek Soccer Foundation, George Dedes, sent barber Demetrios Voutsalis to the team's hotel to trim locks and shorten sideburns. The barbering provided an unexpected dividend, according to one Greek TV watcher. It helped distinguish the Greek players from the longhaired English on black-and-white sets.

You've heard of throwing the baby out with the bath water. Well, meet Jockey Bob Breen, who was left holding the handle when he gave apprentice Richard Warnken his traditional drenching for his first win at Tropical Park in Miami last week. Warnken ended up with the bucket as well as the water.

Little Martha Muskie, 13-year-old daughter of campaigning Senator Edmund Muskie and an avid pro football fan, went along with her father recently to a fund-raising clambake in Key Biscayne, Fla. and found herself checked into the same hotel as the Baltimore Colts. There went the clambake. Martha canceled out, happily stationed herself near the hotel lobby elevators for a good part of the day and was suitably rewarded with 28 Colt autographs.

The Patriots honored their former field-goal kicker, Gino Cappelletti, by retiring his jersey (No. 20) between halves of a recent game in Foxboro, Mass. Nice ceremony. To top it off they gave Cappelletti a new station wagon. When Cappelletti went to drive home after the game, he found some souvenir freak had retired his GINO-20 license plates as well.

Those wedding bells aren't breaking up that old gang of his. When Richard Barton, an Ottumwa (Iowa) schoolteacher, learned that the YMCA Flag Football League in which he plays had chosen his wedding day for the championship game, he called a nifty audible at the line. He and his bride, Pamela Anderson, took their vows during halftime, right on the field. The best man was Gordon Slater, a back; another teammate, a former Drake tackle named Gene Schultz, now a justice of the peace, performed the ceremony. If the bride was nonplussed, too bad. "I'm a football nut," said Barton. "She'll have to learn to live with that."