As you suggest, A Bold Proposal for American Sport (July 27) by a bold man, Robert F. Kennedy, is certain to stir new discussions and appraisals of our athletic status.

I am sure everybody will agree that it is time for self-examination in our sports-governing bodies, AAU, NCAA, U.S. Olympic Committee, and it would be nice if the International Olympic Committee could be included. Maybe a little too much self-perpetuation has crept into the sports organizations. I, for one, don't have the easy answer that will make everything rosy. But the Attorney General makes his case a little too simple by his proposal that a big foundation will suddenly solve all the problems. One way we can move a bit ahead, however, is to support Michigan Congressman John Lesinski's bill to terminate the excise tax on all sporting goods equipment, a bill now before the House Ways and Means Committee. As Congressman Lesinski says, "The economy would be greatly stimulated by the elimination of all these excise taxes and in the long run the government would receive greater revenue from sales to people who now hesitate to buy because of high prices."
New York City

I would like to extend my warmest commendations to John Dos Passos and to SI for a truly fine article (Old Hem Was a Sport, June 29)! Robert Cantwell is absolutely right in considering it "the best and simplest portrait of Ernest Hemingway in American literature, and one of the most brilliant and engaging of Dos Passos' works." As Publisher James wrote, "It is a beginning that cries for more!"
Billings, Mont.

John Dos Passos' article induced in me a great feeling of nostalgia because I loved those days. Today's new, fast tuna fishermen with their towers can never capture that man-against-big-game-fish feeling that we enjoyed. For years the stuffed head of Ernest's fish hung in the old Captain's bar at Cat Cay, Bahama Islands, probably because Cook, then manager of Cat Cay, hooked it aboard his own boat, Cookie. Dos Passos is mistaken when he says it was hooked by Hemingway. Cook hooked it around 10 in the morning and played it until about 3 in the afternoon. Then, with hands bleeding, he gave in to Ernest who jumped aboard Cookie and took over the fight. I was in a launch off my own Moana watching with several other fishboats, three to five miles offshore. I was so excited I forgot everything but the submachinegun. Until it got too dark and the sharks too close to the Cookie, I used it to keep them away from the fish. Then I had to quit for fear of a ricochet killing someone. For this I was roundly cursed by Ernest.

Ernest never got the submachinegun from me at that time. It was not until he decided to mix in the Spanish Civil War that I gave it to him as a going-away present. It had been given to me by Colonel Marcellus Thompson, the son of the inventor, so I was much attached to it. But a civil war is a civil war.

There are a couple of other things: there were no blondes aboard Moana. My wife of 28 years, who was then my fiancée and whose hair was black, was aboard with her chaperone, Mrs. Dorsay, whose hair was red. She remembers Dos Passos as very charming, but we neither of us remember the lady called Katy. Also, Dos Passos never spent the night aboard (I was particular, too), and there never was any air conditioning in Moana.

Thanks for making me look up old diaries. I found much more of Ernest in them to give me nostalgia, but pleasant nostalgia. I liked the man you call "Old Hem" very much indeed.
St. Thomas, V.I.

•Rather than inject our own two-bits' worth into the disparate recollections of two old timers, SPORTS ILLUSTRATED asked Author Dos Passos himself to reply to Mr. Leeds. His letter follows.—ED.

Memory is indeed tricky. There are two points on which I think Mr. Leeds's recollection is correct. It is quite possible that the fish was, as he says, hooked on some other man's boat and that Hemingway took it over in midbattle. When I put down those recollections something between 10 and 15 years ago, I had, I am afraid, quite forgotten that detail.

Also, saying that the yacht Moana was air conditioned was an anachronism. There was a very powerful ventilating system aboard that pumped air into the staterooms. For the rest I must disagree. Mr. Leeds really was kind enough to insist that my wife Katy and I spend the night.

I regret that my account of the incident seemed churlish to him. I was trying to reconstruct our state of mind in those rather callow years, and I am sorry that in so doing I gave the impression of not having appreciated his hospitality. Perhaps one of these days he will accept mine, so that we can match our memories of what was, after all, a rather extraordinary day.
Westmoreland, Va.

I suppose reader Mike Block (19TH HOLE, July 20) would love to have the World Series, all Sunday games, horse racing and Don McNeill's Breakfast Club take place at night, as well as the All-Star Game, just to "give the working fan a break." It seems I've heard this song and dance before.

Forty years ago the working fan clamored for night baseball. He got it—more than he bargained for. This year there are more scheduled night games in the major leagues than ever before, and the number has been gradually increasing every year for the past several years. Houston and Los Angeles no longer cater specifically to the working fan, they now also include the picknicking fan, with a number of Saturday, and even Sunday, nighttime affairs.

The All-Star Game represents the best baseball has to offer, and this includes daytime play. The so-called working fan has ruined one tradition of our national pastime. Let's not let him ruin another.
Berwyn, Ill.

The pictures of Walter O'Malley with all those animals he shot was too much for me. (Walter Hunts in Earnest, July 20). How can such wanton killing be called sport? The Dodgers have lost one of their longtime fans: me.
St. Regis, Mont.

A man with a modern high-powered rifle and plenty of people to beat the bush for him isn't really a great hunter. His prey has a minuscule chance to escape.

Show me a man with a bow and arrow; one who has to stalk his game and match wits with the animal in its natural habitat, and I'll show you a true sportsman!
Arlington, Va.

How gratifying and wonderful it would be to see the picture in reverse—the hunter flat on his back, and the "trophy" seated on him with a triumphant smirk on its face!
Portland, Ore.

In your article on the Angels moving to Anaheim (Call Them Mickey's Mice, July 20), you quote Walter O'Malley as saying that if the Angels would get some ballplayers like Drysdale, Wills and Koufax, they would have no more attendance problems.

Well, it just so happens that in their brief four-year existence the Angels have had a pitcher better than Don Drysdale (Dean Chance) and a shortstop better than Maury Wills (Jim Fregosi), while a third player (Bo Belinsky) gets them just as much publicity as Sandy Koufax gets for the Dodgers.

The problem is the attitude of the people of Los Angeles. When the Dodgers do something weird on the field, the people call it "wild, wacky and wonderful," but when the Angels do the same thing, they call it "amateurish." Los Angeles just doesn't like the Angels.
Gardena, Calif.

I enjoyed your article on the proposed Angel move to Anaheim. However, I don't see why the American League owners are worried about what city name should precede the Angel nickname. I think it is very simple, continue to call them the Los Angeles Angels. After all, the Yankees play in The Bronx and the Mets make their home in Flushing, but they are both New York teams. I am from the Anaheim area, and I certainly don't mind my heroes remaining the Los Angeles Angels.
Fort Benning, Ga.

Your story on Shirley MacLaine (One Dame Beats Another, July 20) indicates that your whole staff needs the cool, autumn breezes of the football season to sober them up. Please stay with sports.

I thought your cover was most appropriate. Why shouldn't Shirley MacLaine gallop 99 yards against Notre Dame? Everybody else has been doing the same thing for the last 10 years!
Lutherville, Md.

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