There is too much importance placed on winning," said sports-car enthusiast and hot pilot Barry Goldwater. But the front-running Republican candidate for nomination was not setting up an alibi for possible defeat at the convention in San Francisco; he was talking about participation in sports. "It's gotten," said Barry, "so you nearly have to be a professional to play anywhere."
Good old Silver has long since gone to that great pasture in the sky and Tonto is off somewhere clipping coupons, but even in retirement Brace Beamer, the last of the Lone Rangers (radio variety), can still cry "Hi Ho Silver!" and get an answer. In the corral of his 100-acre breeding ranch in Michigan, Silver's Pride, the 26-year-old scion of the equine star, happily munches hay and trots around regularly to be saddled by his master for a ride into the sunset.
Looking like a living odds-on bet, 5-foot-2-inch Harness Driver George Sholty and 7-foot-1-inch Wilt Chamberlain stood side by side and beamed at Wilt's 2-year-old pacer, Rivaltime, whom George had just driven to his fifth victory in five starts in Liberty Bell Park's Independence Pace. "I've been messing around with pacers for years," said happy Warrior Wilt, "but this is my first real good one."
It was a Texas-type story, even though it happened in Mississippi. Texas Football Coach Darrell Royal and Mississippi State University Athletic Director Wade Walker decided rather irritably to call off their golf match because of darkness after 14 hours of play and 60 holes. During the first three rounds, neither of the two old Oklahoma teammates had strayed out of the low 70s.
July 5, 1964
Ever since she picked up a set of men's clubs and learned the game, golf has done nothing but interfere with the true career of April March (née Velma Fern Butler), a 12-handicap attraction at New York's off-Broadway nostalgical This Was Burlesque. "Nowadays," complains April, "when I get written up, it is usually about my golf [below left] and hardly ever about my being a stripper [below right]."
The President of the U.S. feels secure enough to leave his hot line behind in the White House when he plays golf. But when General Thomas S. Power, the Commander in Chief of SAC, goes onto the course he carries his phone with him, putting it down only to swing. Last week at the Offutt Air Force Base course in Omaha the 11-handicap golfer (who is also a black-belt judoka) received two calls. "That's nothing. We're usually interrupted more than that," said his playing partner, a three-star general who presumably has not seen Dr. Strangelove.
A confirmed water rat, Author Richard Bissell dragged his patient wife Marian off the comfortable quarterdeck of their houseboat No Bottom to board his tug, Coal Queen, for a three-craft Mississippi River race off Dubuque, Iowa. The eager Queen chugged into an early lead but, six miles and 35 minutes later, she crossed the line second by 10 lengths to The Mary, which, when not racing, pulls sand and gravel up the river. "We'll win next year," said Mrs. Bissell cheerfully. "This is gonna cost me a lot of money," groaned her crestfallen husband. "Now I'll have to buy new engines."
Onetime Welterweight Champion Kid Gavilan is reportedly serving a five-year term in Havana's La Caba√±a Fortress for an unnamed political offense. What was he up to? Who knows? But soon after Gavilan left the ring he became a dedicated member of Jehovah's Witnesses and went back to Cuba to preach the Gospel. A sect that refuses even to salute the flag of a free republic is not likely to find much favor in Castro's Cuba.
Leaving the Philadelphia Orchestra to work out by itself for a moment, Concert Master Anshel Brusilow rushed over to supervise a practice session of his second concern—the first-place Cheltenham Township (Pa.) Little League baseball team. Unfortunately, the Pelicans' rehearsal was marred by at least one sour note. "He fields well enough, but his batting is far from good," said Musician-Manager Brusilow, after watching his son David strike out for the second time. "I think he spends too much time at home practicing on his fiddle."
Palsy-walsy old Nikita Khrushchev likes to show that he's everybody's friend. And how better to do it than to join his buddies in their favorite sports? In Yugoslavia, for instance, he went shooting with President Tito. In Hungary he hiked with Premier Kàdàr. In Egypt he fished with President Nasser and last week in Sweden he was at it again. While Premier Tage Erlander made himself comfortable in the stern of a dinghy, the jolly Red crewman reached for the oars and rowed 300 yards across his host's private lake.
Sports-wise London newspapermen asked newly wed Sir Frank Packer, whose Gretel was the most recent unsuccessful challenger for the America's Cup, if his new bride shared his enthusiasm for boats. "She doesn't know the sharp end from the blunt end," responded the 57-year-old Aussie yachtsman. "She is strictly ornamental. And," he added thoughtfully, "a very good cook."
Pro golfers Jay and Lionel Hebert failed to make the cut at the U.S. Open, but they got a plateful of Congressional cold cuts in partial compensation when their namesake. Representative F. Edward Hebert of New Orleans, invited them for a lunch in a House dining room.
In Madison, N.J. Mrs. Geraldine Rockefeller Dodge's 49 dogs (mostly pedigreed) gobble up $50,000 worth of choice meats a year. Her court-appointed guardians tried to cut the bill to $14,000 a year, but Superior Court Judge Ward J. Herbert ruled that the 83-year-old heiress' pets should continue to live in the style to which she has allowed them to grow accustomed.