RICKARD: THE REAL STORY
Congratulations on The Tex Richard Story (SI, April 22, et seq.). To me it is a nostalgic story, and that picture of Tex on the title page looks almost alive. I shall always remember "Ol Tedge" as a wonderful friend and pardner. His tragic death in Miami just when we were "staging the great comeback" could not have affected me more if he had been a brother. So I am glad a real story of the real Tex Rickard has at last been published.
THE ADMIRAL LAUGHS LAST (CONT.)
Hey! We gotta be careful what we print in your magazine. In the February 4 issue we had a little item (Play by the Rules? Nuts!) about base runners busting up double plays by fielding the ball themselves. Now look what happens—up in Milwaukee the infielders can't even get anywhere near a ground ball when somebody is on base.
It could have come to the point where a guy singles and the bat boy runs over to first base to get his hard hat and give him his regular cap, he also hands him a fielder's mitt!
D. V. GALLERY
Rear Admiral, U.S. Navy
•See page 31 for further comment on fielding base runners.—ED.
MURRAY'S LAW (CONT.)
Cheers for James Murray! His article Fame Is for Winners (Baseball Issue, April 15) expresses a philosophy I have subscribed to for many years but have been unable to successfully articulate to my fellow hot stove leaguers. May I add a postscript to his remarks by naming an all-star 15-man team, selected on the basis of having only one game to play, winner take all.
OUTFIELD: Al Simmons, LF; Joe DiMaggio, CF; Babe Ruth, RF; Tommy Henrich, Reserve.
INFIELD: Lou Gehrig, 1B; Frankie Frisch, 2B; Lou Boudreau, SS; Jackie Robinson, 3B; Joe Cronin, Reserve.
CATCHERS: Mickey Cochrane, Bill Dickey.
PITCHERS: Dizzy Dean, Allie Reynolds, Carl Hubbell, Satchel Paige.
LAMENT FOR LAS VEGAS
I eagerly await your report on the Las Vegas golf spectacular. Do you think the possibility of a Shoeless Joe Jackson emerging from PGA ranks at all improbable?
Our Los Angeles sportswriters are quite optimistic about the whole thing. They think Wilbur Clark is the greatest guy ever. Gosh, the food and the drinks, all on the house, too, and then what a lot of fun everyone had at the Calcutta bidding, where Uncle Miltie simply brought the house down, and you should have heard Joe E., what a scream he was.
Of course, the sportswriters aren't always so jolly about sporting affairs. Like when Ted Williams recently came to town and got off the plane at Burbank when the reporters were standing by at the International Airport, on the other side of the smog, waiting with poised pencils to ask him all sorts of important questions, like what kind of toothpaste do you use, and things like that, they really gave it to Ted, but good, and criticized his war record, and claimed he had no right to object to being used for publicity purposes by the upper Marine brass.
We can always depend on honest, accurate reporting from our sportswriters during the football season, and it's always interesting then to note their honest wrath when Sid Gilman doesn't follow their coaching advice, and every Monday they go step by step over the contest of the day before, showing Sid just why he lost the game. On the occasions when the Rams win, the sports boys don't spoil Sid by any mawkish hero worship but show him instead how the game might have been lost by that stupid thing he did in the third quarter. One thing we can always depend on from our sportswriters is their intense loyalty to everything Californian, and their write-ups always show their contempt for the northern colleges, who usually lose to USC and UCLA, branding these smaller schools as "weak sisters," and the like, which only serves these institutions right for presuming to engage in football contests without the benefit of the same form of high-pressure, highly paid recruiting systems that the California schools employ.
Nobody puts anything over on our sportswriters, not even the courts. They completely reversed the judge's decision on the Art Aragon case. I guess they must all have legal backgrounds to be so smart about things like that.
But still and all, I'm not so certain they're right about this Vegas shindig. I feel the free-loading sort of addled their usual keen thought processes, and I can't at all take their word that the tournament is thrown for good charity alone.
W. L. JUDD
Pacific Palisades, Calif.
•See page 27 for news from Las Vegas.—ED.
GOLF: NOTABLE EXCEPTION
Your excellent magazine has always been one of my favorites. However, the article on golf shoes (SI, April 22) covered most of the well-known golf shoes with the exception of our Etonic-PGA shoes.
ROBERT A. EATON
•An oversight. A pioneer in the development of the lightweight golf shoe, Etonic-PGA has made and is making many a golfer light on his feet.—ED.
GOLF: MASTERLESS MASTERS
I am much in agreement with your article Masterless Masters (SI, April 15). I've been playing golf for about 10 years and this year finally decided I'd better get to the Masters Tournament while Hogan, Sarazen and the other not-often-seen notables are still around. Also, to have a look at the elegant Masters Course.
When I arrived in Atlanta Friday evening, I was told Hogan and a good number of other fine golfers were cut out because of the new rule. Yes, I was indeed disappointed after a long trip.
Ah well, the U.S. Open is in Toledo this year—less than half as far as Augusta—maybe I'll get to see Hogan and the rest anyway.
PIRATE GOLD: HO, HO, HO AND 171 FEET
Readers of the article The Trail of Pirate Gold (SI, Jan. 14) may be interested to know the latest news concerning one of the biggest pirate treasures in the Western Hemisphere. This is the Oak Island cache, which lies buried more than 170 feet down on an island off the Nova Scotia coast.
The treasure has so far defied the best efforts of modern engineering experts, even though it was apparently buried there more than two centuries ago. But this year the most ambitious expedition of all is fitting up to go after it.
The last major attempt, as pointed out in the article, was made by an engineering firm employed by Mr. Gilbert Hedden of New York. The firm, Sprague and Henwood of Scranton, Pa., is nationally known for its work in mining coal at depths far greater than that of the Oak Island treasure. By the fall of 1941, these engineers had sunk a timbered shaft 171 feet down in solid ground adjacent to the "money pit." A pump in an old shaft connected with the operations managed to keep the flow of water out of the money pit. Core drilling had defined the position and the vertical extent of the unexplored loose ground. All that was then needed was the excavation, which would have been a comparatively simple matter once these preparations had been made. But this was in the fall of 1941, and at the most inopportune moment the Canadian government drafted all of the young, able-bodied men on the project. The work had to be abandoned. The machinery was stored, and the shafts were boarded over at the water level.
A great many complications, mainly legal, have hindered the renewal of operations since the end of World War II. But all of the details seem finally to have been settled. Mr. J. Whitney Lewis, a veteran mining engineer, is currently gathering volunteers and backing for an all-out attempt to recover the treasure.
A. B. C. WHIPPLE
•Anyone interested in joining this venture can get details from Mr. Lewis at 322 Central Park West, New York.—ED.