"I'll tell you this. The next time I marry, it'll be to a girl of 17 or 18—one that I can raise to my way of thinking." So said Muhammad Ali (below, right) in 1965, and last week in Chicago he was married quietly to Belinda Boyd, 17. Actually Belinda had already been raised to Ali's way of thinking: her father has been a Black Muslim for 15 years, and Belinda received her education at the University of Islam. Since Muhammad Ali's first marriage to Sonji Roi ended in divorce when Sonji refused to adhere to the Muslim faith, his choice of a second bride is not surprising. What is surprising is that the couple elected to have the rites performed by a Baptist minister.
Mrs. Barbara Woodhouse is one of the better-known dog trainers in England but, although willing, she apparently is not going to be the one to train Prime Minister Harold Wilson's dog, Paddy. Mrs. Woodhouse is understandably famous for her method of taming wild horses, which is to breathe gently up their nostrils, but actually she does more work with dogs. When it came to her attention that the prime minister had a puppy that he had banished to his sister's home in Cornwall for training, Mrs. Woodhouse promptly wrote offering her services and followed up the letter with a copy of her new record, Dog Training My Way. "I'd be only too pleased to reeducate Mr. Wilson and Paddy in the art of living together," Mrs. Wood-house has been quoted, but thus far the Wilsons have not taken her up on it. Possibly the prime minister finds he has even harder things to live with than a dog.
After a year in Vietnam as a supply officer, working 13 hours a day supervising some 200 men and the unloading of 100,000 tons of cargo a month, Lieut. (j.g.) Roger Staubach is back in the U.S. The former Navy quarterback and Heisman Trophy winner has been assigned to the Pensacola Naval Air Station in Florida, a location that he hopes will allow a little more spare-time football.
A YMCA church-league ball game pitting the Unity Hope Lutheran team against the Fourth Baptist Church may not sound like the deciding game of the Series, but it recently turned up a pitcher in Minneapolis that the majors might take a look at. Minnesota State Senator Roy Holsten threw a perfect game and struck out 13 men. His Unity Hope Lutheran team crushed the Fourth Baptist Church 14-0.
Pro athletes are busy shaping up again, with varying degrees of success. Buster Mathis, the boxer, managed to dispose of a spectacular amount of weight, and when a TV interviewer asked him how, Buster answered primly, "By pushing myself away from the table." Roosevelt Grier, the Ram tackle, on the other hand, has not been able to get rid of much of himself. "I've tried just about everything, including Metrecal," Rosie mourns. "It's a real delightful drink. I had one with every meal." But it remained for Deacon Jones, another Ram, to indulge himself as much as Grier and succeed as well as Mathis. During the off season he was a special sales representative for a brewery, and he says he cut out snacks, ate only one meal a day and drank "a heckuva lot of beer."
Plenty of successful businessmen pursue vigorous hobbies, but it may give you pause to learn how some of France's most eminent fashion designers are spending their spare time. Instead of reading volumes of poetry bound in white vellum or growing their own silkworms, Paris' fabled Cardin, Laroche, Rabanne and Courr√®ges turn out to be a muscly lot, who amuse themselves at judo, fencing, weight lifting and pelota, respectively. Courr√®ges also arm wrestles and plays snooker, and Rabanne, we are reliably informed, has hairy knees.
That most engaging multimillionaire, 71-year-old Nubar Gulbenkian (the one who raises his own orchids so as always to be sure of a fresh one for his buttonhole), has returned to England from his 70th holiday in the south of France, and he has returned bemoaning his advancing age. "I'm getting old, old, old," he complained. "Last year I swam a mile. This summer I couldn't even make 55 yards in the pool at my villa just outside Grasse. I drove down in my new toy, a Mercedes 600. We took it leisurely, averaging 91 mph for part of the way, although the chauffeur touched 135 on the motorway."
Down to the ship in seas went Florida's Governor Claude Kirk (below). The governor has taken up skin diving under the tutelage of his Highway Patrol lieutenant Garland Stafford, and recently he and his 12-year-old twin boys descended for a look at one ship of a Spanish treasure fleet, which sank in a hurricane off Florida's Sebastian Inlet in 1715. The fleet is thought to have been carrying silver and gold from Mexico to the Spanish king when it sank, and the ships have been picked over by treasure hunters for years, but Kirk and both boys came up with silver coins. Such good fortune sounds like a press agent's dream: one hopes that it wasn't.
Regular TV viewers are always disturbed whenever one of their favorite shows gets blacked out for a sporting event. Now, at last, the vidiots are going to get their innings. On the August 29 show David Janssen, The Fugitive, finally catches the one-armed man—an event of such import that the Oriole-Twin game is getting bumped off TV in Baltimore. After a full summer of watching Manager Hank Bauer give the hook to a whole staff of no-armed pitchers, it is somewhat unlikely that the Oriole fans will even notice the change on their TV screens.