In recent years international athletics have gone a long way toward achieving world understanding. Therefore why did you have to print Gary Player's admittedly unqualified personal opinion concerning his country's controversial political policies of apartheid (A Jittery Golf Champion, May 8)?
Why not just let us have Player as a golfer? What he thinks privately isn't relevant unless he tries to sell it wholesale. If and when he does that, I, a Negro, won't give a holy faubus how great a golfer he is, it will be time to send him home.
NORMAN A. LOCKMAN
Kennett Square, Pa.
I was deeply dismayed to learn that Negroes are barred by constitutional clause from membership in The Professional Golfers' Association of America (SCORECARD, May 22). I am sure my dismay rises from the sharp contrast of this policy with the enlightened thought and action characteristic of other fields of sport.
But in a real sense the PGA only reflects similar racially discriminating policies held by most private and many public golf clubs in our country. Sportsmen who hope that the grandeur of sports will unify men, rather than divide them, should express this concern first on the local front.
Thanks for toning down your anti-Giant racism this year (The Giants Get Happy, May 22). But you have one error yet to correct. Perhaps Mays does say, "Who done 'at?" (although I doubt that Cepeda calls Dark "Olvin"). But then docs Dark, "a Southerner from Louisiana," say, "My first baseman can play wherever he wants"? Or does he say "wheahevah"? Next year why not use standard American spelling for quotations from all Giants, or else the symbols of the International Phonetic Alphabet?
New York City
I am intrigued by the eye chart pictured in the back of the plush dressing room of the San Francisco Giants. Current batting averages indicate Giant players have little need for an eye chart.
Could it be that Manager Dark may on occasions of "disagreement" over a call issue a courteous invitation to the offending umpire to visit him in the dressing room after the game?
It's about time somebody stood up and shouted for the right of the active sportsman to "live a trifle dangerously" (Lure of the Sea, May 22). I only hope Coles Phinizy"s cry was loud enough to encourage a few more public beach officials (particularly along the Middle Atlantic coast) to untie some of those roped-in ocean "wading pools" and allow more people to enjoy—and learn—the sports of the sea.
MARK DE FOREST
New York City
Two emperor-sized raves for your recent pages—the excellent short story by Clare Boothe Luce (The Long Snorkel, May 22) and the fine coverage of the bridge championships by Charles Goren (May 15).
MRS. JOHN B. BORDEN
Would you please take the word "Sports" out of the title of your magazine? It has become a series of beach ads and bathing suits, with an occasional article on athletics. Give us some more of your full-color action shots of sports events.
Marietta College's crew, pictured flopping ingloriously across your pages (Collapsing Crew, May 22), may be far from the big time of collegiate racing, but it nevertheless happens to be perennially the best racing crew in Ohio. It also happens to be the only collegiate crew in Ohio.
I was disgusted.
U. T. BRADLEY
Crew Coach, Rollins College
Winter Park, Fla.
Your description of the Marietta College crew as a "strictly off-Broadway production" comes closer to the truth than you seem to have recognized. A tired crew never falls backward as this crew's five and six men are doing. Nor do they slop around in the manner of most of the remainder of this crew.
We won't get any Oscar for acting, but we don't want any—we weren't acting.
We were pleased to see the picture of the Marietta College crew (Ohio's only crew) in your May 22 issue and would but point out two facts.
The mile and 5/16 they had just rowed brought their season total well over 450 miles and was the last stroke for senior Lloyd Cowell, who had pulled an oar more than 1,600 miles since that first "crab" as a freshman. The crew is in the J. Ellis MacDonald, named after our first coach and the coach of the original Dad Vail winners, the Marietta crew of 1934.