Many thanks for Tex Maule's article, A Cool Masterpiece (Jan. 10), on the Packer-Brown game. Delightful!
Chadds Ford, Pa.

I was quite disappointed in A Cool Masterpiece. If you ask me, it should have been called The Sloppy Mess. It's too bad they don't call football games on account of weather like they do baseball games. If my kid didn't know enough to come in out of the mess those grown men played in, I'd probably rap him one, and he's only 5.

Perhaps the home towners should be allowed to watch the team they have been paying to see all year in a championship game but, remember, there are a thousand people watching that game on TV for every one who sees it in person. If they can't set it up in a warmer town (like Miami), let them pick a reasonable day.

Sure the Packers won. They play the kind of ball that is the only thing that works on a day like that. Does this mean that if a 50-to-1 mudder wins the Kentucky Derby on a sloppy track he's the best 3-year-old around? Why not give the horse, who has been born and trained on a "normal" track, a chance to show his stuff?

How I love to see Jimmy Brown whip around end, fake a few linebackers out and take off; or catch up to a pass on a delayed flare-out and give the secondary boys a run for their money. What does it prove when ail these moves are mired down in the slop? I wonder if the Packers themselves are satisfied that they proved they are the best?

Let's push for a little common sense in such important contests as this.
Miami Shores, Fla.

In his article, The Hawk Is a Mighty Hunter (Jan. 10), Frank Deford said St. Joe's is "the only school extant that has a president taller than its center." If you check into the height chart of Coach Jim Darden's basketball team at Colorado School of Mines, you'll find out that not one of the players is as tall as President Orlo E. Childs. He is 6 feet 8.
Skokie, Ill.

Beloit's President Miller Upton, a member of SI's Silver Anniversary All-America team in 1962 (Dec. 10, 1962), is a full inch taller than 6-foot-3 Bob Rudolph, Buccaneer center. Rudolph, fourth leading scorer in the Midwest Conference last season, may be able to outrebound his school's leader, but he casts a shorter shadow.
Beloit, Wis.

Bedazzled as I was by the sights and images of your January 17 cover and feature on the Exumas (A New Polynesia), the sportsman in me nevertheless cries out. We southern California lobster divers would rate Miss Sunny Bippus A-1 in the looks department but strictly gauche as a skin diver.

One simply doesn't attack a spiny lobster (Palinurus) with a Hawaiian sling or any other sort of spear gun. The proper equipment is a pair of leather or canvas gloves. As for the proper technique, send her out and I'll make an A-1 "bug" hunter out of her.
Los Angeles

It is so good to read about what the women are doing in sports. I plan to take lessons in scuba diving next month, and Liz Smith provides just the answer to where I'll go to practice afterward. Quite a paradise for anyone who has a love for water.

In her description of George Town's quaint charms, Liz Smith might also have mentioned the lovely old Anglican church across the road and down a few yards from the Peace & Plenty. The little churchyard surrounding it, its shallow graves carved laboriously from the coral rock, is worth a visit, and the old church door is always open so that visitors (and roosters, of course) may wander in.

And don't forget February Point, a mile from the center of George Town, its beautiful little clubhouse perched high above a perfect, if tiny, coved beach. In March of 1961 an invasion of land crabs swept across Great Exuma on some mysterious spawning journey. The airstrip was so covered with these weird, stalk-eyed creatures that on one day no planes could land. The Bahamians, of course, were sweeping them into gunny sacks with brooms (they are delicate eating in a picky sort of way).

Let us hope that this lovely Out Island does not too rapidly become In. I would not wish to see it suffer the fate of its far neighbor, Grand Bahama, now complete with gambling casino and drive-ins.
New Castle, Pa.

Things must be getting pretty tough if you have to resort to girly covers like that one of Sunny Bippus. Don't you think there is enough of that junk on our newsstands already? Stick to legitimate sports. This country needs more of the Bobby Richardson type of story.

Congratulations on your splendid article on the greatest golfer in the world, Arnold Palmer (Welcome Back, Arnie, Jan. 17). It's about time somebody was brave enough to come out and say that he was only in a slump and not over the hill. Your description of the way he played in Los Angeles was superb. It shows why Arnie is really the only one who can head an "Army."
Wyncote, Pa.

•For an updating on Arnie and his Army, see page 40.—ED.

After grating my teeth for weeks over SI's articles on the Duke-UCLA games and basketball crowd behavior in general, I have finally decided to write you a letter. While some of your comments about Duke fans were grossly misleading, I have to admit that the "Who's he?" chants and the racial remarks directed at the UCLA team were wrong. Interestingly enough, however, the Duke "kids," as you referred to us, have done something about it. Prior to the game with Penn State on January 3, our student government president reminded us of our obligation as the No. I team in the country to be an enthusiastic but fair crowd. Penn State was welcomed by polite applause. The next morning every student received a memo from Athletic Director Eddie Cameron urging continued fair treatment of opposing teams.

It was mainly because of SI's article and editorial on Duke that such action was taken. This is a beginning and, hopefully, other schools—including St. Joseph's, the "school with spirit"—will follow suit.

There is just one more remark I would like to make: after welcoming Penn State, Duke squashed them.
Durham, N.C.

Let me compliment you on the very enjoyable SCORECARD piece called "Who Shot Eddie Waitkus?" (Jan. 3). Or should I call it a quiz? In any case, let me try my luck on some answers:

1) Knute Rockne's box-formation idea came from a chorus line.

2) Jim Delsing ran for Eddie Gaedel.

3) Whitey Ford, Mickey Mantle, Hank Bauer, Bob Turley and Gil McDougald appeared with Billy Martin at the Copacabana.

4) And if you don't tell me who Arnold Cream really is, I may never get another night's sleep.

Arnold Cream is Jersey Joe Walcott (easy). Ruth Steinhagen shot Eddie Waitkus. Coley Wallace played Joe Louis in the movie. Zora Folley beat Pete Rademacher. Bill Mlkvy, who played for the Temple Owls around 1950, is the Owl without a Vowel.

But I don't know who ran for Eddie Gaedel, where Bill Voiselle came from or what the two Cs in C. C. Johnson Spink's name stand for.
St. Charles, Ill.

•Bill Voiselle came from the town of Ninety Six, S.C.; Spink's first two names are Charles Claude; and it was Yogi Berra and Johnny Kucks, not Turley and McDougald; who were at the Copa along with the rest.—ED.