Twelve-year-old Robin Ogle of Darrtown, Ohio, is a switch hitter, something slightly unusual in a Little Leaguer. In Robin's case, however, it should not be unexpected. His grandfather, with whom he and his family live, is the same Walter Alston who just managed the Dodgers to a fourth world championship with a whole infield of switch hitters. "I sort of suggested it to him," admitted Alston, who also recalled a phone conversation during the season when Robin admitted hitting a double and triple left-handed and then a home run right-handed. "The next time up they walked me intentionally," Robin added. Grandpa could hardly argue with that managerial strategy.
Presented with a set of dominoes by the girls on his staff, recuperating Lyndon Johnson ("He's a champion domino player," gushed Presidential Assistant Jack Valenti) was reminded of an object lesson in how to succeed without really winning. Relating that Staffer Vicky McCammon had a boy friend who used to bowl with him and his aides, Johnson added, "He bowled 165, and we were around 80 or 90. Then, when I had a heart attack and was in Bethesda, Homer Thornberry, at the time a Congressman from Texas, used to play dominoes with me. He let me win every game we played, and now he is on the Circuit Court. I told Vicky to tell her young man if he wants to get ahead in this world, he'd better stop doubling our score."
Young Ben Davidson was about to park his Porsche in a loading zone when a truck pulled up and the driver suggested that he move on. "Look, kid, I don't want any trouble," the driver said, "but if you don't move, I'm going to get out and throw both you and that toy wagon outta there." "Perhaps we had better talk this over," Ben replied amiably, unwinding his 6-foot-7, 283-pound Oakland Raider frame from the car. The trucker suddenly discovered another parking place.
Charles de Gaulle's visit to France's National Sports Institute, where he chatted amiably and knowledgeably with top French athletes, inspired Cartoonist Dero in L'Equipe to picture the president in one uniform in which he has never been seen (below). "He's training hard," the cartoonist had a rail-bird observe, "but as to saying if he'll run or not run...."
Although the Fellowship of Christian Athletes is represented on many pro teams, it is rare to find more than a couple of active members on any one club. The Boston Patriots are an exception. The other Sunday, in fact, End Tony Romeo and teammates held an all-Patriot service at Boston's famed Tremont Temple. The Reverend Romeo, an ordained Baptist minister who started weekly Bible study groups during training camp and who preaches every Sunday whether the Patriots are at home or away, conducted the service. Quarterback Eddie Wilson read the Scripture lesson, Fullback Larry Garron gave testimony and End Bill Dawson led prayer. Romeo's sermon was appropriate to the violent world of pro football. Its text was taken from the Epistle of James, and it was titled, "Faith Without Works Is Dead."
Mayor Hank Avery Jr. of Midland, Texas, who headed a delegation of 31 mayors from all parts of the United States on a 21-day tour of Iron Curtain countries, expected a deluge of questions on such weighty matters as America's position in Vietnam. Avery should have known better. "The question I was asked most frequently, even in Moscow," he reports, "was 'Have you seen the domed stadium?' "
Nelson Rockefeller posed from the door of a tumbledown shack deep in New York's Adirondacks for the benefit of photographers and brother Laurance. "Shirtsleeve to shirtsleeve in three generations," murmured Laurance. Not quite. Laurance, chairman of the state parks council, and Nelson made only a brief stop at the hut during inspection of a mountain-riding-trail pilot project. Governor Rockefeller did ride eight miles in a chill rain the first day, however. And, mounted on a spirited gray named Smokey, he was appropriately dressed in faded-blue denims, black western boots, red wool shirt, yellow silk neckerchief and silver-buckled belt. But as the self-advertised first New York governor since Teddy Roosevelt to camp out in state wilderness, Rockefeller wasn't quite authentic. He spent the night at a comfy six-room ranger cabin complete with running water, telephone, electric light and a steak dinner topped with strawberry shortcake.
The Parnell Tennis Club of Auckland, New Zealand is congratulating itself on a promising new member. Even though he has idled away the last few years with no exercise more constructive than some occasional running, the prospect has excellent credentials. As a 16-year-old he was regarded as a future champion, reaching the semifinals of the 1955 under-17 nationals and only losing then to Lew Gerrard, the present-day New Zealand Davis Cupper. A potentially valuable man, Peter Snell—now that he has switched back from cinders to clay.
When world-record Shotputter Randy Matson became disillusioned over the NCAA-AAU track and field power struggle and announced in August he might go out for basketball, Texas A&M Basketball Coach Shelby Metcalf was heard to ask, "What can I do to prolong the feud?" Well, the feud is still on, and Matson is now on the basketball team. Addition of the 6-foot-6½, 248-pound Matson, an all-state center at Pampa (Texas) High, has already impelled Southwest Conference writers to move A&M from seventh to fourth in predictions. "We didn't have a proven low-post man," gloated Metcalf, "and now some of the pressure will be off John Beasley [the nation's ninth-ranking scorer last season]. Just think of the height and added team speed it will give us. And winning spirit. Winning is such a habit with Randy that he'd win the toothbrush commercial on TV using Brand X."