It may seem complicated and expensive to an Easterner, but Texas Oilman Edgar Brown recently settled the problem of giving a friend something he really wanted. Brown and Stuart Lang, a former president of the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, got to bidding against each other for a silver saddle at a Houston charity auction. Mr. Lang offered $2,700 for the thing, but Mr. Brown promptly went to $5,000 and got it. Then he presented it to Mr. Lang. "In appreciation," as he said gracefully, "of your work with the Fat Stock Show."
One does not think of Rocky Graziano as a Mod or a flower child, but he did turn up in a New York steak house recently wearing a paper tuxedo.
The King and Queen of Nepal (below) are visiting North America, and they were pretty thoroughly entertained by Mayor John Lindsay while in New York. On one afternoon they attended a properly formal reception and luncheon party, but for the following day Lindsay, knowing Their Majesties to be big-game hunters and dog-lovers, more imaginatively thought to ask the American Kennel Club to arrange a special dog show. The AKC came through, summoning dogs and handlers to the Piping Rock Club in Locust Valley. With only two days' notice they managed to round up 74 of the 115 breeds registered in this country, and, bundled up against the sudden New York cold, King Mahendra and Queen Ratna examined setters and elkhounds, Dobermans and sheepdogs. The King himself keeps long-haired dachshunds and the Queen has Pomeranians, so it was no surprise that "they showed a fancy for the cute little ones," as a photographer observed. It was nice that they got to see some, because their next destination was going to be awfully short on both breeds. Their Majesties flew out the following day to hunt brown bears and sea lions in Alaska. Huskies, rather than Pomeranians, are going to be the order of the day.
Is he peddling drugs in the candy store? Is he opening a saloon next to the church? Well, no, but you would think so from the reaction Gino Marchetti is getting to his proposal to open a small food shop in Baltimore. Ex-Colts Marchetti and Alan Ameche have an East Coast chain of 65 shops purveying 20¢ hamburgers, fried chicken, milk shakes and "other adolescent food," and they planned to open another such shop on York Road in Baltimore, an area already heavily commercialized. So? The mothers of Baltimore have descended upon Ameche and Marchetti like the Packers' line. In August residents protested at a public hearing before the zoning board, and recently mothers and children have been picketing the site of the shop with signs reading NO, NO, GINO! and I DON'T LIKE HAMBURGERS THAT MUCH. The shop, protesters say, would attract an undesirable type of teen-ager, the kind that has flocked to another Gino's in the city and has hung around eating in cars, violating a city ordinance passed in 1961. It's a tough town, Baltimore. Marchetti and Ameche may find themselves wondering why they left the security of the NFL.
November 20, 1967
It is going to be a long, long time before the girls in America have a shot at a title such as the one the young lady above has just won. She is Jessica Joy Gooch, England's Miss Betting Shop of 1967. Proceeding like the business it is, English betting has just seen the opening day of the Betting Shops and Gaming Equipment Exhibition, held at Old Horticultural Hall in London. There was a luncheon preceding the choice of Miss Gooch over 11 other young ladies employed in betting shops and then the opportunity to examine such evidence of progress in the bookmaking world as Instabet, an automatic bet-collecting machine. The manufacturer is hoping to sell this device to racetracks and dog tracks and dreams of the day when it will be installed in offices so that English bettors can put money on their horses on the way to the water cooler. England is going to be one big Las Vegas, and the U.S. still will not have a betting queen, not even a Miss Two Dollar Window.
Secretary of the Interior Stewart Udall in running pants. Senator Joseph Tydings of Maryland wearing his old lacrosse warmup suit and Representative Henry Reuss less sportily clad in slacks and a sweater moved out at the head of a motley group inaugurating one of four new jogging trails that the National Park Service recently has opened in Washington. The Hains Point Trail, along which everybody followed Udall, is a one-mile course, as are two of the other trails. The fourth, in Anacostia Park, is two miles long. All of them are marked at 110-yard intervals to let joggers know when to stop running and start walking, which is something most of Washington's athletes are going to know without any help from bureaucrats.