Having a grand if silly old time, even though it meant crowning yourself with a dice cage or a precarious tower of straw and plumes, romping in the snow in a bathing suit, cutting figures in the rain or weeping over a broken string, seemed to be the fashionable thing to do this month. For spring, that ancient sorceress, was insinuating her magic from San Juan, Puerto Rico to Snoqualmie Summit in Washington

Arrayed in stern of Commodore Richard H. Grant Jr.'s cruiser at the Key Largo (Fla.) Club, an exclusive anglers' rendezvous, are Mrs. Grant, Mr. and Mrs. Louis King, Commodore Grant and Mrs. and Mr. James Gates. Vacationers all hail from Dayton, Ohio, where the commodore, is the president of a general printing concern.

Selecting weapons for a spot of gunning at Key Largo Club are Mr. and Mrs. Jack Galatly, P. K. Leberman and Mrs. Grant. The sport preceded a spectacular ball (right) in which the guests were costumed as the denizens, mainly scoundrelly, of history's several gold coasts—Africa, the French Riviera, Florida, California and Chicago.

Skating in the rain on the rooftop rink of New York's Town Tennis Club is Gretchen Merrill Gay, former U.S. champion, during Break the Ice party thrown by Girls Club of N.Y. Arthur McGowan, Dr. Frank Gump, Tod Dee Craig look on.

Cavorting in the snow at Thunderbird Inn at Snoqualmie Summit, Washington, is ski school instructress Betty Flagg, who was modeling a new collection of swimsuits for skiing housewives and their guests until an enterprising photographer lured her outside.

Gold coast ball at Key Largo finds Benson Ford attired as the compleat Barbary Coast gambler, Mrs. Ford as a dance-hall hostess of the era, and Commodore and Mrs. Grant as divers gambling devices. Guests and members arrived in 45 yachts (ranging from 75 to 125 feet), 12 seaplanes, two amphibians and four helicopters.

Incredible chapeaux topping Mmes. Connie Almonte, Betty Gazardi and Lynn van Horn were objects of a competition at San Juan's Caribe Hilton Hotel. Mrs. Gazardi's creation, featuring handmade wooden birds, was among prizewinners.

Anguished Judy Elliot, Karen Forssen bawl as Lincoln High (Seattle) loses to Richland 58-49 in Washington State basketball tourney, ending 38-game win streak. Now Washington U. co-eds, girls wore old high school uniforms to crash into sold-out arena.


Fencing, with its dignified traditions and rigid training discipline, is commonly thought of as being long on decorum and short on whoop-and-holler. This may have been so in other times and other places, but in U.S. intercollegiate circles the duel is something to get excited about. So when Columbia University won the three-weapon crown at the 61st Intercollegiate Fencing Association championships in New York the other day, the very chandeliers trembled from the force of the team's victory yell (right). Once primarily an eastern school sport, fencing has spread cross-country. A few days after these IFA championships, fencers from 25 colleges met in Lubbock, Texas for the 14th NCAA contests. Illinois won and Columbia was second.

Victorious NYU Foil team of Martin Davis, Donald Alessio and Abraham Kadish pose with Coach Hugo M. Castello (left) after winning the Little Iron Man, oldest intercollegiate sport trophy.

Roaring lions are members of Columbia's crack sabre team which won IFA title. From left to right: Joseph Bloom, Frank Parisi, Coach Irving DeKoff, Charles Golden and Jay Nielson.

Paul Levy of Princeton (below, at left) gracefully parries a thrust by John Powell of Yale during three-way fence-off for the epee championship. Levy won this one 5-1, later took title.

Mike DeSaro of NYU is almost bowled over by some enthusiastic followers after beating Columbia's Frank Parisi 5-2 for the sabre title. In contrast, Parisi (left) is all alone in defeat.

John Norton of Yale flashes broad grin after winning 15 of 16 matches to gain individual foil championship. He was named Fencer of the Year in the NCAA tournament at Lubbock, Texas.