PEOPLE

April 20, 1964

If things ever get to the slugging stage down Panama way, newly appointed U.S. Ambassador Jack Hood Vaughn may prove an envoy with built-in scour power. A three-time Golden Gloves champion who went on to become a professional featherweight, Vaughn is a handy man with his dukes. "I won 90% of my fights," recalled the 5-foot-8 150-pounder as he packed his bags for the Canal Zone. "But now I'm so busy I can only shadowbox in the shower."

"I am enchanted by the ease with which Romantica won," gurgled durable Gabrielle (Coco) Chanel, after her 3-year-old filly romped home to give the famed fashion designer her first track victory in Paris. "But I am even more pleased with the effect my single color had." Single color? But of course. Originally Coco had planned to dress Jockey Yves Saint-Martin in basic black and white, but those colors were taken. So the top jockey in France rode Romantica across the line in simple shocking red with cap to match. Fashion writers expect the color to catch on in all the smartest tack rooms.

Taking a break from the airwaves, TV's Walter Cronkite spent 10 days sailing over the watery variety in the Caribbean as skipper of the 12-meter sloop Cerigo. Catching the breezes just right, Captain Cronkite did so well that, as soon as he returned to New York, he raced right out and bought a 28-foot ocean racer for himself.

The Cairo Y was pretty mad about the way the infidels were treating their newest convert. "Turn your back on them and come live in Cairo among your brother Moslems where you are welcome," wrote the Egyptian Young Men's Moslem Association to World Heavyweight Champion Muhammad Ali. And since Muhammad is planning a tour of the Middle East anyway, he might just end up defending his title where Marc Antony lost his.

Off to Miami Beach to soak up the sun went tobacco heir Richard J. Reynolds III and his beautiful wife, Marie. But back at the vet's stayed Tojo, their faithful Doberman pinscher watchdog and constant companion, to have his tonsils out. And sure enough, without a watchdog watching, a sneaky thief made off with the family jewels. All in all it was a costly operation: $25 for Tojo's tonsils and $100,000 for the jewelry. Grrrrrr.

And what was Private Citizen Richard Nixon doing in the Far East? Who knows for sure? Maybe it was to give his old Republican running mate, Henry Cabot Lodge, some lessons in how to become a fighting presidential candidate. Maybe it was to suggest, tactfully, that Lodge stay out of those U.S. primaries. Or maybe it was just to teach some small nonvoting Chinese his own deft style with a badminton bird (right).

For 10 long, long years Bill Boyer, president of the Minnesota Vikings, has been dutifully and futilely swinging away on golf courses all across the land trying to break 100. Last week Boyer found himself shooting as he never had before—up to the 14th hole, that is. There he managed to slice his tee shot through the window of a house adjoining the fairway. This cost him $150 and two penalty strokes, but the shattered window did not shatter his nerve. Instead, Boyer shattered 100 with a magnificent 99.

"Skis and sports cars have a lot in common, mainly speed," says France's mischievous Marielle Goitschel, who has temporarily put aside the one to frolic with the other. "My top speed on skis was slightly over 80 mph," continued the Olympic gold medalist as she revved up the 98 horses in her brand-new blue sportster. In my MGB I've gone 112. But I guess I'll wait until after the 1968 Olympics to take up race driving seriously."

Pennsylvania's Republican victory was a definite upset. As everyone knows, the least the male member of a mixed doubles tennis team can do is win his serve, so when Pennsylvania's Senator Joseph Clark, Democrat, stepped up to the service line with the score 12-11 against Republican Governor William Scranton and his wife, the set seemed as good as won. But three games later, after a number of senatorial faults and gubernatorial aces, the Republicans surged home to victory. "I'm very humiliated," said the beaten Democrat, slinking off the court.

As Master of the Horse, Hon. Colonel of the Royal Gloucestershire Hussars, Captain of the late Royal Horse Guards and Joint Master of the local hunt, 64-year-old Henry Hugh Arthur FitzRoy Somerset, 10th Duke of Beaufort, is quite possibly one of the horsiest chaps in all England. Last week, galloping over the Gloucester landscape in his pink coat with the Beaufort hounds in full cry just ahead, the horsiest Duke became, quite suddenly, the unhorsiest. Temporarily confined to bed for the treatment of assorted bumps and bruises, he is expected back in the saddle any day now, horse permitting.

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HOLE YARDS PAR R1 R2 R3 R4
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Birdie (-1)
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