Soccer is not the line of work in which President de Gaulle and Boston's Richard Cardinal Cushing have been engaged for the last 50 years, nor has baseball been Conductor Leopold Stokowski's particular pursuit, but all three have shown themselves to be in form recently. Before the Sixth Annual Cardinal Cushing Field Day in Boston, the Cardinal obliged photographers with a waist-high kick that was most impressive for a 71-year-old gentleman in skirts. In Paris, at the championship match between Lyon and Sochaux, French President de Gaulle snatched up an errant soccer ball and hurled it smartly back into play, to the great satisfaction of 32,523 fans. Leopold Stokowski performed for a somewhat smaller gallery in New York's Central Park, but it is obvious (below) that the 85-year-old conductor attacked his chores with vigor and enthusiasm. Stokowski threw out the first ball for a softball game that the men of the American Symphony Orchestra played against the women—"Wolf's Gang," vs. "Beethoven's Bunnies" to be precise—and then umpired for a bit. The results of the game were inconclusive, but it was the symphony's first, and its members were sufficiently pleased with their own performance to look forward to challenging the Philharmonic.
This is an article from the June 5, 1967 issue
They had a sports night recently at the Buffalo Athletic Club, and a public-relations firm dispatched a couple of releases to the Buffalo Evening News to enable the paper to spell names of the function's speakers correctly. The releases were a big help. Buffalo Bill Coach Joel Collier was spelled Collyer on both; Canisius Basketball Coach Bob MacKinnon came out Darby McKinnon on one and Bob McKennon on the other; Jack Guthrie, president of the Buffalo Bisons, was renamed Gunther and Guenther; Richard (Doc) Urich, University of Buffalo football coach, was elevated to Dr. Urich; and ex-featherweight boxing champion Tommy Paul was rechristened, all too cutely, Jonny. Anybody planning to go to a lot of trouble to make a name for himself should shuffle off from Buffalo.
Westley Unseld, the All-America basketball center from the University of Louisville, will compete for the U.S. in the Pan-American Games and join a late-summer tour of the Far East with a special State Department team. In the meantime, he has been grappling with a much tougher assignment. He had a role last week in the university's production of the French miracle play, Le jeu d' Adam, and the French miracle play was done in French. Unseld does not speak French. The real miracle is that he learned his lines phonetically, and one hopes he got them off authoritatively. The role he was playing was God.
If you are driving a stolen car you can hardly do a lot worse than to arouse the joint suspicions of a state trooper and a race driver. A pair of thieves made the mistake recently in Indiana. Scotland's Driver Jackie Stewart (above) and a trooper named Joe Harris were on their way to Columbus, Ind. after a practice session at the Indy track when, as Stewart describes it, "We came up behind a car with two young fellows in it. They seemed suspicious to us. Well, the policeman turns on that whirling red light, and there we are speeding down the highway chasing them, and they turn off the road at a place called, of all places, Edinburg! When they stopped and jumped out of the car my policeman friend told me to chase the little guy and he'd go after the big bloke, so there we are, going through fields, over fences and through yards, and my policeman friend is firing his revolver in the air and I think, 'My God, he's got to shoot the bloody devils!' Finally we come to a house and my friend tells me to go one way and he'll go the other. Who comes the other way but the big bloke. I was trying to figure out how I could hit him—I'm a dedicated coward, you know—but he raises both hands and gives up. My policeman friend has the other man. And then the lady who lives in the house comes running out to tell us to quit running through her garden!" Stewart and Trooper Harris conveyed their catch into Edinburg where, with a fittingness nothing short of sublime, they arrived to the sound of bagpipes. "That's no story, now," Stewart says in wonder. "Some bloke was actually practicing on bagpipes!"
In Minneapolis-St. Paul last week Evangelist Billy Graham took time out from his spiritual crusade to watch the Twins play the White Sox, sharing a box with the wife of Twins Owner Calvin Griffith. Natalie Niven Griffith and the Reverend Mr. Graham grew up on adjoining dairy farms in Charlotte, N.C., and as children they played baseball together. "I won't tell you folks what we used on our dairy farms for bases," Graham said coyly, sidestepping a clearly unspiritual issue.