A FRAGMENT OPHONOR
One of the fewlocal cries of sanity to rise above the terror at the University of Mississippilast week came from a football player. At a peak of the rioting the Rebels'fullback, Buck Randall, leaped in front of a mob of jeering racists, many ofthem students, near the school's administration building. What he said mightnot qualify him for NAACP membership, but it made him a rare and courageousbird among Mississippi's natives last week.
"Listen, youguys," Randall hollered. "There's a marshal in there shot in the neck.I was there and saw him. You got to cut it out. It's not worth it, getting abunch of white boys shot over this. Let's go back to class and work it out someother way. I'm appealing to you!"
Without waitingfor a reaction, Randall sprinted through the tear gas to a mound where aConfederate flag had been placed and another section of the mob had gathered.He scrambled to the top and shouted for attention. A rioter stepped forward andasked angrily: "What do you want to say, Buck?" Randall looked at himdefiantly and replied: "Listen, you......! You get back in that bunch orI'll whip you right here."
October 14, 1962
The questionerretreated and the gang around the mound went silent. Randall repeated hisappeal, and the students—jolted by the news that a man had been shot—began todrift away. Not many, alas, heard Randall's pleas and not all who did heededthem. But it could be said that on the most disgraceful night in theuniversity's history a member of the football team, which has always been OleMiss's greatest pride, had saved a tiny fragment of her honor.
THE MAIN EVENT
As editorsconstantly confronted with the problem of what to print in limited space, weappreciate the headaches that the editors of Scribner's newly publishedone-volume Concise Dictionary of American History must have suffered. That is alot of subject matter to be packed into 1,168 pages. Bearing all this in mind,and considering the fact that the editors put Abner Doubleday in his properplace as the man who never invented baseball, we can even forgive them foromitting any mention of the game of golf. What we find hard to forgive isEditor Wayne Andrews' choice of words in explaining this omission. "Wecan't include everything," he said in a recent interview, "so we didpieces on the MAIN sports, but left out golf."
The italics areours.
At the momentBobby Fischer, the chess player, seems well on his way to becoming one of theworld's most widely read authors, with his words now circulating in Dutch,Spanish, Swedish, German and (in a partial and garbled form) in Russian. Thisweek his spirited prose is being translated into Icelandic. All thisinternational ferment arises from the brief statement Bobby recentlycontributed to this magazine (SI, August 20). In it Bobby said he was not goingto play in any future tournaments to determine the challenger for the chesschampionship of the world: the setup was such that only a Russian would bepermitted to emerge as Champion Mikhail Botvinnik's challenger.
The nub of Bobby'sargument was that the Soviet players operate as a team against Western players,who play as individuals. In Curacao last summer the four leading Russians drewvirtually all their games with each other, often after only 14 or 15 moves.With a majority of the players in the finals, they could, if necessary, throwtheir games to the strongest Russian to keep a player from another country fromwinning.
A chess magazinein The Netherlands reprinted Fischer's article. So did a popular magazine inGermany and a Swedish periodical. In Iceland the local Communist party launcheda violent attack on Bobby, and the resulting controversy finally led to demandsthat his original article appear in the non-Communist press. It was reprintedin the European edition of LIFE and in LIFE EN ESPA√ëOL, then was read overRadio Free Europe.
Last month theFédération Internationale des Echecs, the governing body of internationalchess, announced new rules for the challengers' tournaments. Hereafter therecan be no draws until the players have made at least 30 moves. Andquarter-finals, semifinals and a final 12-game match between the two leaders isto replace the round-robin system that resulted in the scandal in Curacao. Thecomplicated zonal system that insures a preponderance of Russians at thechallengers' tournament was left unchanged, so the conditions that Bobbycomplained about are not necessarily ended, but the reform is at least in theright direction. In a full-dress attack Izvestia called Bobby a quarrelsome,bad-tempered child, but no Russian newspaper has yet told its readers whatBobby said.
The Dodgers didn'tquite make it to New York last week, but another batch of Angelenos did. Thebatch: hot-rod enthusiasts, led by Ed Roth, the Crazy Painter, car customizerextraordinary and creator of the Weirdo shirt (SI cover, April 24, 1961). Theoccasion was New York's first National Hot Rod & Custom Car Show. For fourdays capacity crowds of kids gaped and gasped at the far-out machines assembledin the Coliseum. Some of the goodies:
1) Roth's Ro-Tar,an air car powered by propellers mounted on two Triumph motorcycle engines."There is a remote possibility," Roth said, "that this will be thefirst car to reach the moon."
2) The HairyCanary, George Barns' customized 1963 Thunderbird. The Canary has a "limechrome star flake" paint job and an interior done in lime-gold broadclothand Angora fur.
3) The Bobby DarinDream Car, a hand-shaped $150,000 creation with an aluminum body topped by 30coats of "Rustic Pearl" paint containing an infusion of diamond dustfrom Sweden. Owner Andy DiDia of Detroit took seven years to build this one."I own it, I let Darin use it," says DiDia, a short, trim man with apencil-thin mustache. "I design men's clothing for entertainers. Names Idon't want to bring out."
New Yorkers heldtheir own. Bob Carducci of Brooklyn opposed the Bobby Darin Dream Car with hisFabian Continental—a 1948 Chevrolet featuring a red-and-white phone next to thesteering wheel, a 45 rpm phonograph in the front seat, a bar in the rear seatand a TV set in the trunk. Chester Landau of Long Island had "a realeyeball-grabber" in his gold 1960 BMW motorcycle. Billed as "rebuiltfrom a total wreck" by Ghost Motorcycle Sales, the machine was designed toresemble an improbable alligator. Before the show opened, Landau, wearing goldleather jacket, gold pants and gold crash helmet, tooled into town by way ofGreenwich Village. "Within 20 minutes," he said proudly, "Iattracted a crowd of 3,000, bottled up a main intersection, got $120 worth ofparking tickets and a warning from the police commissioner or somebody aboutinciting a riot."
50 BUCKS PERBOO
Not long ago theNew York State Legislature pondered a bill that would have forbidden any visual(like television) entertainment medium to picture any national, racial orreligious group in a criminal or otherwise unfavorable light. Nicknamed TheUntouchables Law, the bill never did pass but now another legislative body,this time The Great and General Court of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, ispreparing to vote a bill that would impose a $50 fine on anyone directingabusive language at a participant in a sporting event.
This, we submit,is too much. When a Patterson folds in the first round, is he not a bum? And aStan Williams, when he walks in the run that costs Los Angeles a pennant, is henot a #&!**!!, to say the least?
GAME BOOM INUGANDA
An experiment ingovernment control of safaris, inaugurated this year by the Uganda government,has broken neighboring Kenya's monopoly on this profitable African trade.Uganda Wildlife Development Ltd., a subsidiary of the government, is nowoffering cut-rate 21-day safaris for $2,300, including round-trip jet fare fromNew York, comfortable accommodations, meals, guns, professional white huntersand even fishing for huge Nile perch and tiger fish. And, to the chagrin ofKenya's safari outfitters, who have been serving some 600 hunters annually for$6,000 to $7,000 each, Uganda's safari bargain is shaping up as a success.
Uganda, whichbecame an independent country this week, never had done much to stop poachersfrom slaughtering its game herds, and it had done even less to educate itsindigenes, who consider game animals nuisances that menace or compete withtheir vast herds of cattle and goats. But last year Ernest Juer, an Englishbusinessman, went to Uganda to hunt. He was appalled by the lack of controlover game herds. Spurred on by Uganda's chief game warden, J. H. Blower, Juerconvinced the government that carefully controlled "economy safaris"would conserve wildlife and still make it pay its way as a local industry.
Thus far scores ofhunters have responded. Most have been satisfied, although, as Juer points out,the lazy hunter who expects to be driven everywhere in a Land Rover toslaughter large numbers of game isn't happy—or welcome—in Uganda. The country,he said, wants "the less wealthy, more energetic men—the kind of men whorelish stalking through the bush for 10 miles after a good trophy."
Quarterback JackKemp, who led the San Diego Chargers to two straight Western Division titles inthe American Football League, was told last week that he is now quarterback forthe Buffalo Bills. This is equivalent to the Green Bay Packers gift-wrappingBart Starr for the Chicago Bears. It would not be surprising to learn,therefore, that the deal cost Buffalo $100,000. The deal cost Buffalo $100. Thedeal was not a deal at all. It was a horrible accident.
It all came aboutbecause San Diego Coach-General Manager Sid Gillman put Kemp on waivers beforea game two weeks ago. A broken finger had left Kemp unable to play. When aplayer is put on waivers another team can buy him for $100, but Gillman's moveappeared safe enough because a club has the right to withdraw a player from thewaiver list twice. Planning to withdraw Kemp from waivers right after the game,Gillman put reserve Quarterback Dick Wood on the active list in Kemp'splace.
Alas, Gillmanforgot another league rule: a team asking waivers on a player cannot recall himif it has a full roster for that game. Everyone else remembered. Three clubspounced on Kemp. Buffalo won him by a coin toss.
Feeling buffaloed,the dazed Kemp said he would not leave San Diego. Bills officials replied thatif he didn't they would put him on the reserve list and cut off his $1,200 aweek salary.
Next week SanDiego plays at Buffalo. Kemp will be at quarterback—for the home team.
•Singer-Golfer DonCherry, three-time member of the U.S. Walker Cup team, has applied for PGAmembership and will combine careers in singing and professional golf.
•Virginia Tech,building a $10 million, 40,000-seat stadium, will bid for Atlantic CoastConference membership.
•San Diegobaseball men believe their city will have a National League team within twoyears (possibly Cincinnati) to exploit the potential of a San Francisco-LosAngeles-San Diego rivalry.
In his college days Fidel Castro was a baseball player, pitching for theUniversity of Havana. This is fairly well known but until the other dayprofessional evaluation of him was not available. Now a succinct and revealingsummation of the form on Castro has turned up in the files of the late JoeCambria, veteran baseball talent scout. Cambria on Castro: "Fair fast ball,good control, no curve ball. Strictly Class D material."
THEY SAID IT
•Frank Howard, Clemson football coach: "GeorgiaTech is the kind of football team that won't hit you hard enough to keep youfrom going to a dance after the game, but they'll beat you. North CarolinaState is the kind of team that will hit you so hard you'll have to stay in bedtwo days, but you can beat them."
•Willie Mays, on living alone: "I didn't eatbreakfast this morning. Why? Number one, I ain't got a maid. Number two, Iain't got a wife anymore, and number three, I can't cook."