HENRY R. LUCE: 1898-1967

March 13, 1967
March 13, 1967

Table of Contents
March 13, 1967

Table Of Contents
Staggering Shore
Peggy Fleming
Dark's Outlook
  • By Tom C. Brody

    Whether he is taking off with a baton or racing on his own, Villanova's intrepid Dave Patrick gives the impression that he is ready to run with the best, including, astonishingly enough, Jim Ryun

Horse Shows
19th Hole: The Readers Take Over

HENRY R. LUCE: 1898-1967

By Andre Leaguerre

Tributes to HenryR. Luce, who died last Tuesday, February 28, in Phoenix, are being read orheard everywhere. They justly emphasize his giant stature in the story ofjournalism in the 20th century and his impact on public affairs. But here wewould like to keep comment on a more modest plane, and on a more personalnote.

This is an article from the March 13, 1967 issue

Fond as he was ofgolf and bridge, Harry Luce was not particularly addicted to sport or games,although he did once claim lightheartedly that, "Besides class football—avery serious proposition—I seriously engaged in the following: cricket, soccer,lacrosse, tennis, squash, golf, swimming, gymnastics, cross-country, yachting,croquet, riding, skeet shooting, bird shooting (quail, duck, pheasant, grouse,woodcock), animal shooting (deer), fishing (trout, bass, deep sea, and also one20-foot shark)."

Luce certainlywas far from casually concerned with the relationship between sport andjournalism, or with the place of sport in society. Of the latter he remarked,"There would not be tremendous interest and participation if sport did notcorrespond to some important elements—something deeply inherent—in the humanspirit." That was one conclusion that led him to start SPORTS ILLUSTRATED.Without Luce, of course, this magazine would never have existed, and withouthis continuing attention it would not have succeeded.

Because we arehuman, all of us here are first and foremost conscious of personal bereavement.Even those members of the staff who had little or no opportunity to know Lucefeel the disappearance of an individual whom neither our magazine nor our eracan easily afford to lose.

As for those ofus who worked with him for many years, this is a sad time. It is always hardwhen a friend goes. Memories crowd the mind, stabbing and hurting. But thosememories are warm with the knowledge of efforts shared and with gratitude foran inspiration that never flagge
Andre Leaguerre/Managing Editor