Dec. 09, 1957
Dec. 09, 1957

Table of Contents
Dec. 9, 1957

Fisherman's Calendar
Coming Events
The American Game
  • Basketball's boom has triggered a chain reaction of new multimillion-dollar arenas equipped to handle great crowds in a setting of colorful, geometric beauty

Art On The Court
  • Behind the apparently aimless swirl of 10 young men racing down a polished hardwood floor and the dynamic disarray which they present beneath the basket, there exist certain basic, even classic, patterns and skills. In instants of perfection, they also become an art, indigenous to this sport alone: the shooting, playmaking and defense which make up the game of basketball

Dixie's Hero
Quel Homme!
19th Hole: The Readers Take Over
Pat On The Back


More than any other athletes, basketball players seem to be the occupants of their tall, graceful bodies; when they move down the floor in a galloping hurry of arms and legs, the heads of the players seem to be the calm, intelligent drivers of huge vehicles of attack and defense. When they sit motionless on the bench in their glittering jackets, their heads moving from side to side to follow the action, they seem more than ever the restless operators of their now immobile machines

This is an article from the Dec. 9, 1957 issue Original Layout

If you concentrate your view, you can see the faces out of the context of the action—faces stark and dramatic, full of desperation, ambition, fear, hostility; faces out of a play by Sophocles—so concentrated are these men on the game that they play

The ball bounces off the backboard—and again and again the tall figures are tossed aloft like birds in an updraft until one last time the tall center leaves the floor, hangs motionless in the air for a stretched-out instant and sinks the game-winning basket

Hemingway speaks of the emoción produced by the plastic entity of the torero close to the bull—a tight two-figure composition of life and death. Here we have a different sort of emoción—a kinetic joyfulness, an expansive feeling fighting a restraining one

There is an echo in all of us: when the tangled struggle under the basket clears and suddenly there is the clean movement away and up, we too—all of us—soar up for a moment, beat gravity and the opposition and whatever else we fight against from day to day, and triumph heroically