No matter how warm the political climate may get in the months ahead, Republican Vice-Presidential Candidate William Miller will face it on dry land. After all that hot air in the convention, Miller's wife Stephanie and their daughters Libby, 20, and Mary Karen, 17, could hardly wait to get to Lake Ontario, put on their water skis and cool off behind their 16-foot outboard. But Miller himself stayed securely on the shore. "Daddy hates the water," said Libby. "He won't go near it."
Once in a while Willie Mays strikes out and the fans in San Francisco grumble. Last week, however, Willie's fans got so critical that he was stuffed into a box and shipped to London for corrective action. Not the real Willie, but a wax effigy on display at Fisherman's Wharf. London's famed Madame Josephine Tussaud had made his hair too long, his face too cherubic and his eyes too slanted, so Tommy Fong, who owns the museum at the wharf, sent waxen Willie back to his maker. And, to keep Josephine from striking out again, a dozen portraits of the center fielder were sent along with him. A TV movie about him is expected to follow. Say Hey!
Hawaii's near-legendary Duke Kahanamoku, who set a 100-meter freestyle world record while winning a gold medal in the 1912 Olympics, thought he might try running for Congress—until he got a sample of mainland life. After returning home from a visit to New York and the World's Fair he decided he couldn't leave the swaying palms and balmy breezes. "When I saw all that traffic I knew I could never live on the mainland," said the spirited Duke. "I'm going to spend the rest of my days here, swimming, sailing and doing my exercises."
As if to prove she was ready to take over Holland's ship of state any time Queen Juliana wants to step aside, Crown Princess Beatrix (below) bundled herself in a white zuidwester against the driving rain, seized the helm of the 80-ton Lemster Aak Green Dragon, a birthday present from the yachtsmen of Holland, and headed out across the stormy Ijsselmeer, formerly the Zuider Zee. Her friends and the dragon perched on the stern seemed confident their royal pilot would get them safely to port.
August 2, 1964
Lady Bird and Lynden may soon be campaigning against each other—on the harness tracks of Canada, anyway. They are, respectively, a yearling filly and a yearling colt whose names were just registered by the Canadian Standardbred Horse Society. The owners may have a sure thing—but one of them obviously can't spell.
Monaco's major tenant, Greek Ship Owner Aristotle Onassis, who owns controlling interest in the Monte Carlo Casino, the Hotel de Paris, plus three other hotels, a golf course and a theater, wants to modernize the tiny kingdom. He has already proposed building a new casino, sleek apartments and huge parking lots, but last week he had a new idea. "Why not drain the harbor and turn it into a racetrack?" he asked. Well, for one thing, because landlord Prince Rainier moors his yacht there.
"In 1935 when it looked like Sam could do some good on the pro golf tour I got up $250 or maybe it was $350 and an old car and told him to go as far as he could," said Jesse Snead, the older brother of 52-year-old Sam, "but now I think he should retire. Sam never was a very good putter," Jesse went on, "and now he'd rather try to sink a 40-footer than one of them three-footers, which is a sure sign that his putting is going to pieces."
Now that he's getting on toward 30, the fast-moving heir to the Woolworth millions is beginning to slow down. Onetime auto racer Lance Reventlow, 28, has traded in his seat belt for a saddle and forsaken his cars for a string of polo ponies. Last week he was named to play No. 1 position on the California Crescents team at the National Twenty Goal Tournament.
"It's high," said Sherpa Guide Tenzing Norgay as he peered down from the 1,250-foot peak of New York's Empire State Building, but for the conqueror of 29,002-foot Mt. Everest it apparently was not high enough. Back on ground level, Nepal's 50-year-old Tiger of the Snows left for Washington to climb Mt. Rainier with American Everest conquerors Jim Whittaker, Lute Jerstad and Dr. Tom Hornbein. At 14,408 feet, Rainier is a poor match for the Himalayan peaks, but at least it does not have elevators. And when they reached the top of it, Tenzing and his friends tossed their ice axes high in the air and shouted, "So so!" (Nepalese for God bless) just as though they were back on Everest.
Along with West Coast Democrats and moderate Republicans, San Francisco Warrior Owner Franklin Mieuli thinks it's time to tear down the huge sign that cries "Welcome to San Francisco, Barry!" on the way to the Cow Palace. Mieuli particularly wants to get rid of it before Barry Kramer, the ex-NYU All-America forward he hopes to sign, gets into town to talk money. "It might give him ideas of grandeur," says Mieuli.
Some anglers land bass with common old worms, while others use fancy flies. General Mark Clark uses neither. "My secret weapon," confided the hero of Anzio as he beached four striped bass in front of his cabin on South Carolina's Lake Moultrie, "is a U-2 lure."
Former Oklahoma Football Coach Bud Wilkinson doesn't drink the stuff himself but, according to his enemies, he was likely to float into Washington on a tidal wave of beer. The Democrats opposing Bud's bid for the Senate claimed that the Anheuser-Busch beer slogan, "I like Bud!" was giving unfair aid to their opposition.