Thanks kindly for allowing me to collect on a bet. Intuition told me Al Kaline would grace your cover this season (Those Big Tiger Muscles, June 5).
The Tigers are indeed stalking a pennant this year, and with Mr. Kaline envisioning his first World Series game, how can we lose?
Since the Tigers have fallen flat after many promising sessions in Florida in recent years, articles such as William Leggett's have been slow in coming. I commend you on your recognition of the best all-round player on any team, and the best all-round team in any league.
Your bravery merits something. The ticket is on me Oct. 5 at Tiger Stadium.
Grand Rapids, Mich.
June 18, 1967
I enjoyed very much William Leggett's story on the Tigers and Mr. Kaline. With all the superstars like Robinson and Mantle in the league, Al always seems to be overshadowed. Kaline has been a very consistent player throughout the years, and just to see him is, I feel, worth the price of admission.
If Al continues to get support from the other players, and some good pitching, Detroit may just have that pennant flying in Tiger Stadium.
I think your article about the Detroit Tigers was great. They have everything you said—the muscles to win the pennant and the World Series. The only thing I was disappointed in was that you didn't have anything about Earl Wilson. You should, you know. He has an 8-5 record. So next time put a little Earl Wilson in it.
Grand Rapids, Mich.
GENTLEMAN JIM AND WILLIE
I would like to congratulate you on your fine track articles of the past weeks, especially the one on the California Relays at Modesto and Texas Southern University's James Hines (Love and Hate and a Very Fast Hundred, June 5). I am a sprinter, just graduated from high school, and have had the opportunity of meeting both Charlie Greene and Hines at the Kansas Relays. When I congratulated Greene on a victory, he said nothing and looked down his nose at me. But James Hines said, "Thank you," and before the finals on Saturday he allowed me to warm up with him.
I look for Hines to lead the U.S. team in Mexico City. Anyone who has time to talk to a hero-worshiping high school athlete is a real champion.
Shawnee Mission, Kans.
As a track buff I was pleased to see that Pete Axthelm's article on the Modesto relays included a mention of Willie Turner, the rising world-class sprinter who ran second to Tommie Smith in the 220 and equaled the world 100-meter record while losing a photo to Jimmy Hines.
The Modesto relays was Willie's debut into big-time track, but those who have been following him since his high school days here in Yakima, Wash, have felt all along he could run with the world's best.
As sports editor of the Yakima dailies, I have watched Willie develop since his days in Washington Junior High School. He ran the 100-yard dash in 10.2 as a ninth-grader. As a 16-year-old junior he peeled off 12 straight wins in the 100 and won the state dash in 9.7. He also won 12 straight 220s and took the state 220 in 21.4. That was a record, since it was the first time that event had been run on the curve.
As a senior Willie was undefeated again in the 100 and 220, stringing 12 more victories in the 100, including a 9.6 effort in the state finals, and 12 more winning 220s, including a new record 21.3 for the 220.
Turner's string of victories came to a halt in the Seattle Indoor Games on Feb. 5 when he lost to Harry Jerome in the prelims to the 60-yard dash. Jerome was clocked at 6.3, Willie at 6.4. In the finals Jerome won at 6.1, and Willie finished third at 6.3.
Willie has not lost in the 100 or 220 in six outings as a member of the Oregon State freshman squad this spring. He flew 220 in 20.7 at the Highline (Wash.) Relays for an OSU and Highline record. He also ran 9.5 in the 100 to equal the OSU varsity mark.
In summary, since his junior year in high school, Willie has been beaten only by world-record holders (Jerome, Hines and Smith).
Re James Lipscomb's article, Getting the Elbow Is a Pain (June 5), I experienced many of the same frustrations with tennis elbow, but I never quit playing. I tried the aspirin diet, cortisone shots, "magic" massages and heat treatments. I even switched to playing left-handed (and to playing much weaker opponents!), until that elbow started to hurt, too. Then came the final solution: I used two hands! After two and a half years my tennis elbow subsided. I'm now a permanent convert to the two-handed grip. But here's the best news of all: the guy who suggested and improved my two-handed game is very much alive. He's Stan Drobac, coach of Michigan State University's Big Ten tennis champions.
East Lansing, Mich.
ART CRITICS (CONT.)
I spent all day thinking of Bob Crozier, S.J. and his "safari" to Indy. Congratulations to him and to SI for the beautiful article on what it is like to be thrilled with the "big" cars (The Spirit of Indy, May 29). It is true that a true fan identifies with the drivers and certainly wishes them no harm. I feel like an honorary Pitgree, having grown up across from the grandstand of State Fair Park, which is in West Allis, Wis., not in Milwaukee, as mentioned in the article. I don't mean to split hairs but it is family pride that prompts me to write this. My grandfather was very instrumental in selling the state the land for the track, etc., and he took great pride in the city of West Allis, as all the natives do. We were used to being hummed to sleep by the "midgets" on Thursday evenings. And I had a reserved scat in the front-lawn chestnut tree for the "big" car 300s. We choked through the years of the dirt track and remember the quiet summer it was converted to asphalt. The neighborhood favorite was the immortal No. 99.
A fine literary work. Thank you.
My sincerest congratulations to Father Crozier, Bob Stanley and Art Director Richard Gangel for putting together a true masterpiece on the Indianapolis 500. Its unusual and refreshing approach set it apart from the drab articles that sometimes darken your pages. I look forward to more articles that have a new and interesting approach.
South Kent, Conn.
Having reported the efforts of Humble Oil in the service of conservation (SCORECARD, June 5), you may be interested to know the current status of Sinclair's continuing efforts in this area.
We are publishing a series of advertisements this year to focus attention on the successful activities of private citizens and groups in the service of conservation and to encourage similar efforts. Through a folder offered in the advertisements we try to put interested people in touch with groups able to help them. The response to the ads has been outstanding.
Sinclair's program is part of an effort carried out over the last 12 years to make people aware of America's rich natural heritage and of the importance of preserving it.
Sinclair Oil Corporation
New York City
NOT ALL BAD
In your article on Moe Drabowsky (BASEBALL'S WEEK, June 5) much is said about some of his most infamous moments: he gave Stan Musial his 3,000th hit and was the losing pitcher in Early Wynn's 300th victory. In fact he compares closely with Tracy Stallard, who was around to give up Maris' 61st home run and was also the losing pitcher in Jim Bunning's perfect game. But unlike Stallard, Drabowsky stands out as having accomplished something else in his earlier days. It seems that Drabowsky was the only pitcher to get Willie Mays out on the Sunday he hit four home runs in County Stadium. I am not exactly sure if this accomplishment of Drabowsky's is good or bad, but it's something.