"There isnothing shocking about it—we're naked, that's all," sniffed Actress IrenePapas of a swimming scene in her film, Ecce Homo. Given the context in whichshe and her companion are bathing, Miss Papas is right that swimsuits would bea little fussy. As far as they know they are the last man and last woman aliveon earth.
Also active onthe non-Olympic swimming scene (though wearing a bathing costume) was France'sEducation Minister, Edgar Faure. Faure, now 60, took up the sport at the age of37 and so enjoys it that a reporter recently found that the best way tointerview him was to climb into the H√¥tel de Paris pool with him in MonteCarlo. "Among other agreeable things that people say about me," theminister confided, "is that I am a good swimmer. Watch me and you will seeif I am." The reporter got to watch for only five laps, after which Faureannounced that he must be off to lunch with his wife, but the reporter had hadtime to observe that although his arm movements were a bit stiff the minister'skick was admirably brisk.
Athletes andactors continue to invade each other's TV turf. The past few weeks have givenus Floyd Patterson as a homesteader on Wild, Wild West, Sugar Ray Robinsonplaying a killer on Mission Impossible and, most recently, Bill Russell on ItTakes a Thief in a role described by one viewer as that of a butler and anotheras that of a bodyguard (the compromise would seem to be "valet"). Asfor the actors playing athletes, Hugh O'Brian has filmed A Punt, a Pass and aPrayer for a Hall of Fame football special in November. O'Brian, 43, will playan aging pro trying to make it back after an injury caused by a kick in thehead. He deserves some credit for having played all of his own game against theWestchester Bulls (one of the Giants' farm teams) and for the fact that thehead you will see kicked was O'Brian's own.
It is common forlocal business firms to shower goodies upon their home teams, and Texasbusiness firms are certainly no exception. They come across with such tributeas free silk and turtle-skin boots for the Cowboys and boutique clothes forCowboy wives. The Westclox Company's new Timely Play Award is less exotic, butgenerous—a clock for every room in the house of the player whom they vote theweek's winner. One recent winner was Linebacker Chuck Howley, who received nineclocks for his play against the Eagles. The following week it was—Chuck Howley,who received nine more clocks for his play against the Cardinals. Westcloxallows the winner to trade his clocks in on watches if he so desires. Howleydid, and the proud owner of 25 timepieces (that's all it was at press time)says he just hopes he is never late to any meetings.
October 28, 1968
"The dollarboys beat the entrepreneurs," conceded Cyrus L. McKinnon, general managerof the Louisville Courier-Journal and Louisville Times. He and McKay Reed Jr.,general agent for John Hancock, were playing tennis against Louisville bankpresident Maurice Johnson and the country's No. 1 banker, William McChesneyMartin Jr., head of the Federal Reserve Board. Martin is 61 but he neitherdrinks nor smokes and has been playing tennis for 40 years. He and Johnson tooktheir younger opponents in the first three sets but slowed down in the fourth.Martin called it quits with the score five games to five, announcing, "I'verun out of steam." The steam certainly had not yet run out at the time ofthe service photographed at right.
Considering whatpro football players go through on the field one would think they deserve anexemption from freak accidents. Not a chance, as two of the Washington Redskinscan attest. Offensive Guard Vince Promuto dislocated his shoulder against theEagles, had it set and dislocated it all over again in bed that night whilementally replaying the game "about 40 times" under the influence ofsodium pentathol. Two days later" Defensive End Carl Kammerer sprained hisback. He was pulling up his socks. "I just can't understand it,"Kammerer growled. "I go through all this combat and don't get a scratch,then I'm pulling on a sock and this hits me." He had a speaking engagementand he kept it, "all hunched up like a mummy," as he says, "and thenext morning I could hardly stand up."
Not long agoRobin Gabriel, son of the Rams' quarterback Roman Gabriel, hopped it home withthe news that "Johnny Unitas' son goes to my school!" His motherconfined her remarks to "Oh?" and Robin went on to say, "Yeah, Iwas playing kick-ball with this kid and told him that my dad was Roman Gabriel,and he said, 'Sure, and my dad is Johnny Unitas.' "