TV and radio entertainer
No real favorite, although I do get a great deal of pleasure from my horse Goldie and the other animals on my farm, including the two llamas. I divide my leisure time equally among flying, riding, hunting, boating and swimming—and Mrs. Godfrey. (She's a real sport.)
This is an article from the March 24, 1958 issue
DARRYL F. ZANUCK
Independent movie producer
It used to be polo. Now it's croquet, and I play it nearly every weekend. The variation of the game we play requires both physical and mental concentration and therefore is fine open-air exercise and diversion. You'd be surprised how exciting and frustrating this game can be.
Host of ABC Breakfast Club
Comes the first blush of autumn, it's out in the field for pheasants. Comes the first breath of summer, it's the golf course. But come anytime—it's fishin': Canada for walleyes, Florida for bonefish and tarpon.
Ray Bloch, on our show, stays up all night playing pinochle. He claims that this weird diversion gives him a feeling of relaxation. I get the identical kick out of golf, although my love for the game is not reciprocated.
TV's Lone Ranger
Gymnastics. Not only does this keep me physically and mentally fit, but the flying trapeze, the triple horizontal bar, hand-balancing and the trampolin are also a form of relaxation. I go through a workout every morning.
HERBERT BAYARD SWOPE JR.
Producer 20th Century-Fox
Croquet, but not the game you might imagine. This is a combination of English and roque, which my father helped to develop in the 1920s. It combines the physical attributes of tennis with the mental prowess of chess.
Horseback riding. I've done it since I was an amateur jockey. When I'm not in the saddle, I'm at the race track, where I run from the clubhouse to the $2 windows and back again. That gives me a lot of exercise, and I like those $2 guys.
International News Service columnist
Golf is the one game I've been able to approach with complete confidence. I see in advance my Snead-like drives, my long Nelson-type irons, my superb putting. Then I tee off and, regretfully, I'm still me. A bum.
Fooling around with figures and counting money. It's great exercise for the fingers. It's fascinating. With golf, the rain may ruin you. With my hobby, the sound of the rain seems, somehow, to blend with the hum of an electric computer.
Anything requiring physical competition really starts the adrenal glands working overtime. I get as excited over ping-pong and basketball at the Y as I do over baseball and a football scrimmage at the park.
Five persons were incorrectly identified in the Feb. 24 HOTBOX. Herewith, the right names with the right faces.