"Just beautiful! A gorgeous shot!" said Ray Milland as he smacked a golf ball from a green brush mat into some dusty canvas curtains hanging a few feet away (below). It's possible that Californian Milland is beginning to break under the strain of being cooped up these past six months in Manhattan, where he is starring in Broadway's Hostile Witness. In any case, a favorite time killer is the fantasy golf he plays—decked out like Gary Player—on the five-yard fairway of the indoor Town House Golf Club. "With 75 balls I can play a whole game this way," Milland was saying as he swung a nine-iron. "Did you see that? Beautiful! Why can't I do that at home? Oops. Slight fade on that one."
This is an article from the May 9, 1966 issue
All the other sportswriters were "experting" him to death, William Randolph Hearst once complained to Author Adela Rogers St. Johns, and with that he put his renowned sob sister to work covering sports for the old International NewsService—the first woman sent to the press box, as far as she knows. That was back in the '30s, but the experience left a good and lingering taste in Adela's mouth. "Last summer, for example, my son begged me to take a vacation from writing my book Tell No Man," she says. "I was working in New York, and he said go out on Long Island or up to Maine and get away from it all. But I knew how I wanted to spend my vacation. I hired a big black limousine and spent a week watching the Mets in Shea Stadium." Says Adela this year, puzzled: "How ever did the Mets make the sensational mistake of trading for Dick Stuart?"
For some, the National League's antifraternization rule is merely silly (SI, May 2). For the Brothers Alou—Felipe of the Braves, Jesus of the Giants and Mateo of the Pirates—it is plainly outrageous. Says Felipe, dreading to think, "What would our mother say if I did not fraternize with my brothers?"
Considering her getup—rubber hip waders, waterproof jacket and rope of pearls—the lady casting a fly line upon New Zealand's Lake Wanaka was the compleat mod angler. But while the natives had obligingly steered Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother to their choicest waters, the local trout were having none of it, and she eventually withdrew from the contest empty-handed.
Just supposing Hollywood took a liking to that new book of his—My Life In and Out of Baseball—whom did Willie Mays see playing the title role? Mays considered the question the other day and allowed that "the only man I can think of who is built like me is Sidney Poitier. Furthermore, he's a great actor." But can he play center field? "That much," said Willie, "I'd be willing to do for him."
The setting for an unorthodox production of As You Like It, now in rehearsal in Minneapolis' Tyrone Guthrie Theatre, is late-19th-century America, but the wrestling match between Orlando and Charles is as up-to-date as next Saturday night. No wonder! The drama coach for the key scene is Minnesota's television luminary Verne Gagne, one of the half a dozen or so undisputed world-champion wrestlers. Gagne, who has often proved the undoing of the likes of Dick the Bruiser and Mad Dog Vachon, drilled the Shakespearean wrestlers (below) in the fine points of gouging, hair pulling, upending and, deft art, forbearing. Said Director Edward Payson Call with admiration: "Mr. Gagne has more restraint in these matters than some theater people. We are honored to have him serve as consultant."
The royal weather bureau proclaimed a day of royal blue, everybody snapped a salute and Thailand's King Bhumibol Adulyadej, 38, took the tiller of his 13-foot dinghy and went skimming off across the Gulf of Siam. Despite a slight mid-morning storm, his intrepid majesty arrived on the other side some 50 miles and 16 hours later, which was a relief considering that the King had himself built the boat from scratch on the palace grounds in Bangkok. Queen Sirikit was so pleased, in fact, about his safe arrival that she threw a party, and Princess Ubol Ratana, 15, danced a hula by way of celebration. But King Bhumibol was already thinking ahead. He has ordered a kit from America and will commence, very shortly, to assemble a helicopter.
Who can touch Dinah Shore for unwavering effervescence? "I shot 106," she said in Houston the other day after a round of golf, "and I'm very pleased with my score. That's really not bad when you've three-putted every hole."
The day after holding talks with Soviet Foreign Minister Andrei Gromyko, Pope Paul VI received members of the International Olympic Committee who had convened in Rome to pick the sites of the 1972 Games. As it had reportedly been with Gromyko, peace was very much on Paul's mind when he declared: "True sport knows no frontiers. Athletes learn to face each other in peaceful struggles, no longer in the fratricidal struggles of the battlefield." IOC President Avery Brundage was quick to agree. Said he, only a trifle hyperbolically: "Olympic athletes do not possess material arms and do not know the meaning of violence. Their arms are understanding, brotherhood and respect of human dignity."