"I'm tired of the rat race out here in California and I'm anxious to move to Denver where there is a need for good Negro lawyers," said Martha Louis, the legal-eagle wife of former World Heavyweight Champion Joe Louis. The Louises have taken a three-bedroom ranch-style home in Denver, only a stone's throw from former World Heavyweight Champion Charles (Sonny) Liston, a man frequently in need of legal counsel.
The man who called himself Roger Edward McNally was practicing his putting near Danville, Va. when G-men crept onto the green and nailed him at the pin. It seems that McNally was really Thomas Edward Galloway, one of the nation's 10 most wanted criminals and the object of a nine-month-long FBI search.
In Columbus, Ohio to take a chip shot at sin and join the rest of the fans at the big golf tournament, Evangelist Billy Graham graciously accepted a money clip bearing the official PGA seal. In return he gave the professional golfing organization what must be considered the highest stamp of approval put upon any sporting group since the boys up at New Haven first started slaughtering Harvards "for God, for Country, and for Yale." "Belonging to the PGA," said Billy, "is the next best thing to belonging to the Kingdom of God."
Broadening his horizons, Astronaut Scott Carpenter flew to Bermuda last week to participate in a 192-foot test dive with the Navy. But before submerging in the diving chamber the spaceman took a flying dive off a motorbike and broke his left arm. "That," said a spokesman at the Manned Spacecraft Center in Houston, "will doubtless scratch Mr. Carpenter from the undersea test."
July 26, 1964
Ardent fisherman Desi Arnaz was taking a snooze below when his chartered deep-sea fishing boat suddenly hit an uncharted rock and started sinking in the Gulf of California. "I can swim like a fish," he assured his companions, staring bravely out at the apparently limitless sea. "Relax," replied one shipmate as he spun dauntless Desi around a full 180°. "We're only 20 feet from land."
The perils of politics in an election year are not all in the polling places. Representative James C. Wright Jr. (D., Texas) stole a moment from fence-mending to take his family on an outing. After spreading blankets and picnic lunch near the Potomac, the Wrights started playing a friendly little game of volleyball. The 41-year-old congressman suddenly fell to the ground groaning and grasping a broken ankle. "What hurts," he said next day, "is not so much my ankle as realizing that I'm no longer 18 years old."
Even when Mme. Hervé Alphand, the wife of the French ambassador to the U.S., dances past midnight at a diplomatic blast, she is up and raring to go at 8:30 a.m. But Mme. Alphand, who is one of the world's 10 best-dressed women, does not leap out of bed to plan a chic party or to choose her wardrobe. "I get up early," confessed Mme. Alphand last week, "so I can do my yoga exercises for 20 minutes."
"He used three diving boards," said a hotel manager, shaking his head. "But he always managed to hit the water on his tummy." And so, after spending 10 days trying to master the art of the front plunge, Oil Millionaire Nubar Gulbenkian gave up, packed his bags, left the Riviera and returned to London. "I'm too old and too fat for diving," confessed the thwarted 68-year-old. "And," he added, "it's given me an earache."
A few years of sound medical training is a pretty good idea if you are going to far-off places as a medical missionary. But William McColl, M.D., who is leaving a comfortable practice in Chicago to head for the wilds of Korea, may turn out to be one up on his missionary colleagues. He learned how to rough it during nine years (1952-1960) as an end for the Chicago Bears.
Two commoners were seriously gored in Pamplona's annual running of the bulls, but one prince of the blood dared the angry animals to commit l√®se-majesté on his person and emerged without a scratch. After facing down six startled bulls, newly wed Prince Hugo Carlos de Borbón y Parma waved gaily at his bride and then tore down the cobblestone street to safety. But Princess Irene got so nervous as she watched from a balcony that she bit off her fingernails. They were presumably awarded to the prince.
First Jimmy Clark got into a car and beat his friend and countryman Graham Hill over the 212 miles of the European Grand Prix by three seconds. Then, less than 24 hours later, Jimmy (below left) picked up a flat-sided bat and scored 76 runs to Hill's 12 on a cricket pitch in Farningham, England.
The romantic if slightly pudgy young cowboy no longer gallops after badmen to the strains of a soft guitar. Now even pudgier and the well-heeled chairman of several boards, he clips coupons and plays golf with his top executives. "Oh, I ride a horse in a parade once in a while," said Gene Autry after a tour of the links with Manager Bill Rigney of his fallen L.A. Angels, "but I don't do it just for fun anymore."
Riding for her school team for the first time last week, Princess Anne won a yellow rosette for finishing third in the dressage challenge cup for 14 and under. Meanwhile, on another field, her father, Prince Philip, was having a few problems. Playing for the Windsor Park polo team, the Queen's husband toppled headlong from his pony and had to be taken to the hospital for repair of a strained ligament.