A GOOD COP IS HARD TO FIND
The professional soccer season approached its end ingloriously at Yankee Stadium last Saturday, though a crowd of 37,063 was on hand and the teams were the highly regarded Inter of Milan and Santos of Brazil, featuring the world famous Pelé. A riot broke out that the miserably few special police were totally unable to control. The "specials" previously had demonstrated their incompetence, and indeed indifference, at Madison Square Garden boxing disturbances.
Santos' Toninho started it off by punching Inter's Dotti after Dotti's teammate, Soldo, had delivered a rough body check against Toninho. Other players joined in the brawl, and 200 or so fans swarmed onto the field to punch and kick the Brazilian referee, Olten Ayres Abreu, when he tried to restore order, and give the same to the Brazilian players, one of whom suffered a cut mouth. The referee was ineffective, but at least he tried. Some special police made a show of trying, but it was clear that their hearts were not in it. After 12 minutes of rioting, a detail of about 30 regular police, who had been waiting outside the Stadium for just such an eventuality, strolled onto the field and restored order almost by their mere presence.
It has been demonstrated that their presence is necessary at certain types of sporting events in New York, especially boxing and soccer when Latin ethnic groups have been competing. But the police department, which criticizes ordinary civilians about not getting "involved" when they witness crimes, has itself been reluctant to get involved in the protection of decent, sportsmanlike fans at sporting events. The specials, overweight and over-age for the most part, are clearly not capable of doing it.
To help pay for Cincinnati's new stadium, the Ohio legislature has cleared the way for the city to impose a hotel or room tax on transients, and now the city council is looking for other ways to help finance the structure. One proposal is revival of a plan to subject visiting professional athletes and entertainers to the city's 1% tax on income. It had been tried previously but was dropped when it turned out that the cost of collection exceeded the yield. For instance, there was the problem of what deductions were allowable for the cost of musical instruments, meals and travel. And on one notable occasion the city had to decide what to allow a female snake charmer for maintenance of her boa constrictor.
There must be an easier way for a city to make a buck.
Fifty years ago, when she was 15, a young lady who is now Mrs. Edward L. Cooley (Lib Cooley to her friends) won Winnetka's Indian Hill Club golf championship. Thereafter she won it five times more, and a bagful of other titles. Then she got married and seldom played golf, not at all between 1938 and 1951.
Now Mrs. Cooley is 65 and a great-grandmother. The other day she went out on the Indian Hill course and won the club championship for the 13th time with a 54-hole score of 82-83-84. She has, in fact, won it the past four years.
THE SKY HUNTERS
It takes more than being a good shot to bag a moose. One factor in success may be to use the right airline. Bohman Airways of Ranier, Minn. has built up an especially good name in the business, so much so that it is under fire in Canada.
Bohman flies hunters and fishermen into Manitoba and northwestern Ontario on a charter basis. Last year its three Cessna 180s and one Norseman transported 1,316 passengers on 452 flights into northwestern Ontario—more than any other U.S. line serving the area. What makes Bohman so successful—and is causing it trouble with Canada's Air Transport Board—is its method of helping clients to spot moose.
The hunting is not always good around hunting camps, so Bohman offers more than just transportation. Bohman stays in the air until a herd is spotted, then sets the hunters down nearby, using either pontoon or ski landing gear, depending on the season.
This may well be spoiling business for some of Bohman's less enterprising Canadian competitors, and now the Canadian Air Transport Board is demanding that Bohman show cause why its air license should not be suspended.
SERMON ON THE TEE
Things are proceeding in some areas just as Pope John XXIII would have wished. C. Scott Marozan, pro at the Kingsboro Golf Club in Gloversville, N.Y., has issued invitations to the golfing clergy of all denominations to take part Sept. 11 in The Ecumenical Open. A collection of $7.50 per golfer will be taken up.
INFLATION IN THE MINI-12 MARKET
In this America's Cup year there is, naturally, a certain fervor of excitement about the coming races, and this has led to the marketing of a number of 12-meter models. Cheapest available is a copy of a Sparkman & Stephens design, 30 inches overall and fully found. It may be had from R.R. Larsen & Co. Inc., South Norwalk, Conn. for $38.50. It looks just fine on a mantel and can be sailed. Then there is a 12-meter at Abercrombie & Fitch, tagged at a neat $1,800. She's one-of-a-kind, measures 52 inches overall, is beautifully lacquered and with rigging—winches, sheets and halyards—is completely operative.
The topper, though, is a three-foot sterling-silver model being offered by Shreve, Crump & Low of Boston. Described as "a masterpiece in silver artistry," it's yours for $15,000. Maybe a syndicate could be put together to buy it.
As for the Abercrombie & Fitch number, it was commissioned by the store for a preferred customer who, according to a discreet salesman, "met financial reverses before taking delivery."
Sometimes it happens—a river becomes too crowded with fish for fish to survive, for sportsmen to catch them and even for biologists to count them. It has been happening this summer on the Dungeness, a pretty little alder-lined stream that forms in Washington's Olympic Mountains and flows 35 miles north to the Strait of Juan de Fuca.
In 1959, when the Washington state fisheries department began counting the humpback salmon that spawn in the Dungeness, there were 40,000 of them. This summer it was obvious by the end of the second day of the month-long run that there would be many more than that: counters near the mouth of the river had already ticked off 16,000 fish. If the rush continued, late arrivals would destroy the beds where the early comers had spawned. "A crisis was developing," said Earle Jewell, a state biologist, "so we decided to charter purse seiners on an emergency basis. We got fishermen out of bed on a Friday night and managed to have seven of them fishing the outer bay on Saturday and Sunday."
But the commercial fishermen hauled in only some 4,000 fish over the weekend. And by Sunday the counters had registered more than 70,000 swimming up the Dungeness. Humpback salmon, oncorhynchus gorbuscha, are small as salmon go, and they went around, under and through nets intended for bigger sockeye salmon. Next the fisheries department used beach seines manned by department personnel, but that did not work either. At last, five miles of the lower river were opened to sport fishing with hook and line.
That worked. For two weeks some 15,000 men, women and children were up to their icy kneecaps in the swift water of the Dungeness, feverishly taking salmon. By 6:45 every morning fishermen were lined up in front of the Tom Tom Grocery in nearby Sequim to buy tackle, and they were still buying at 10 o'clock each night. While the rush was on, stores and restaurants did an unanticipated $100,000 in business.
Some families canned their fish on the banks of the river. In all, the fishermen took at least 15,000 salmon, and probably assured the success of the next run, which will come in 1969.
When the fish and the fishermen left, Jim Minty, a skin diver, went on an underwater search and came up with 200 lures in one short stretch.
NO CAUSE FOR ALARM
Kentucky will be the first Southeastern Conference team to have a Negro on its varsity this fall. So promised Wildcat Coach Charlie Bradshaw in listing his tentative lineup for Kentucky's opening game against Indiana Sept. 23.
Nat Northington, a 5'11" 170-pounder from Louisville, will see action as a defensive halfback and safety for Kentucky, and another Negro player, Greg Page, was down for second-string defensive end duty but got hurt.
How conference fans and players will take to the development remains to be seen, but Bradshaw is not worried about Northington's ability to handle himself.
"He's the best defensive back I've seen since I've been coaching at Kentucky," said Bradshaw.
Least concerned of all is Northington.
"I played against all-white teams from Vanderbilt and Tennessee last year," he pointed out, referring to his freshman play. "All the boys on both teams were sportsmen. Nobody bothered me."
CHOOSY LITTLE BIRD
Walking through a cypress swamp in Texas, an ornithologist named John Dennis came upon something that most naturalists believed no one would ever see again—a live ivory-billed woodpecker, a big red-white-and-black bird, larger than a crow, almost the size of a small domestic rooster, a bird so rarely sighted it has been considered extinct or on the edge of extinction for half a century.
The bird was on a tree only 50-odd feet away, and there was no chance of Dennis being mistaken; he is an authority on American woodpeckers. He prudently kept quiet about his discovery lest bird watchers and trophy hunters flock to the scene. Last week, eight months after he sighted the first one, he reported in Washington that he had found three pairs of ivory-billed woodpeckers and believed there were 10 to 20 surviving birds in the Big Thicket of southeast Texas.
The ivorybill is one bird whose decline cannot be blamed on man's ruthless slaughter. It ate itself out of existence. Ivorybills feed selectively, eating only the larvae of wood-boring insects. There were never very many of them, and these flew over miles of swamps and dug out lots of dead wood searching for a good meal. Mark Catesby, the pioneer naturalist who came to America from England in 1712, was astonished to see a big ivorybill pile up a bushel of chips around the base of a tree in only one hour. In modern forests there were not enough decaying hardwood trees, but, said Alexander Sprunt, "the bird would not or could not adapt itself...."
The Big Thicket is a 300,000-acre tract of swamplands, pine forest, hickory, beech, maple, sycamore and just plain brush that is now being considered as a national park (Dennis was working under an Interior Department contract when he found the ivorybills), and it contains enough dead wood to provide food for even these choosy fowl.
Or it may be that the last surviving ivorybills have decided to do something, rather than just sit around and wait for better times and more decayed trees. Ornithologist Dennis found ivory-billed woodpeckers feeding on insects in pine slashings—which may mean a revolutionary change in eating habits, and adjustment to a changed environment to keep their colorful kind alive.
THEY SAID IT
•Frank Howard, Clemson University football coach, on his son, a halfback: "I simply told Jimmy when he got out of high school I wanted him at a school where he could get a fine education and play for the best coach in the country. So he enrolled at Clemson."
•Johnny Dee, Notre Dame basketball coach, on the ABA's decision to use a red-white-and-blue ball: "If they want to be totally patriotic, maybe they should put a star on each side."
•Tom Miner, personnel director for the San Diego Chargers, at the dedication of the $28 million San Diego stadium: "I've been to two county fairs and a goat ropin', but I never saw anything like this."