So Robert Redford hadn't been on a tennis court for nine months and was a little rusty, and a little sore, having separated a shoulder climbing down a tree for his latest film (Mountain Man—the one where he wrestles the grizzly bear). And New York's Mayor John Lindsay has been having political troubles and is a worse player than Redford, anyway. All of this may explain why the two of them were handily defeated in an impromptu match by Pierre Leval and Herbert Lieberman, a couple of regulars at Manhattan's West Park Racquet Club.
"I try not to take tennis too seriously," Lindsay said later. "I can't afford to." Well, it isn't whether you win or lose, Mr. Mayor. It's—oh, you know.
Actress Mary Mitchell likes to zoom around London on her Triumph 650-cc motorcycle, but recently she took a nasty spill. Is that Mary saying "Ouch?" No, it is the managers of the theater in London's West End who do not want bruises on Mary's South End because in their production of The Dirtiest Show in Town Mary appears nude.
And then we have the Associated Press posing the question. "How does a K-9 police dog, trained to hold suspects by gripping their clothing in its jaws, cope with a nude man?" Well, if you are Jinks, a Suffolk, Va. police dog, it seems you circle a naked prison escapee at close quarters and just look mean, after which the New York Post picks up the story and runs it under the headline NAKED CAME THE STRANGER, GROWLING CAME THE DOG.
June 6, 1971
Also from the Post comes the headline BROOKS TO REPLACE ROBINSON. A little schizophrenia in Baltimore? Nope. In the New York Philharmonic production of "Promenades" scheduled for next week, it seems Soprano Patricia Brooks is going in for Gail Robinson.
A special sporting salute to 31-year-old Shigeru Kawamura, who is now the best sake drinker in Akaoka, Japan, which is no small claim. Kawamura defeated eight finalists in a contest by polishing off almost a half gallon of the rice wine in 19 seconds flat, not spilling a drop and showing "a dignified manner of drinking," which was one of the key rules.
That's the way to chug-a-lug, Shigeru. While we're at it, let's also cheer the guys who thought up the contest. The festival is held to console the departed souls of all the sardines the Akaoka fishermen net during the year. And that is the best excuse we have heard all week for anybody having a little drink.
"Some British cars," says Stirling Moss, "are like the dumb blonde you see at a cocktail party. From across the room she's a real cracker, but when you meet her, you find she's got nothing else to offer. French cars are like the rather intellectual lady who looks boring but proves to be full of life and zest."
But which British cars? Moss doesn't say. It's a case of if the brake shoe fits, wear it.
News Item: University of New Mexico Coach Bob King has just recruited Harrison King 6'9", from Salina, Kans. and Pat King, 6'1", from Maywood, Calif. This news may not mean much to you right now. But think: next Christmas they can all carol, "We Three Kings of the University of New Mexico Basketball Team Are."
David Lake commutes on roller skates from a downtown Chicago train station to his office, 14 blocks away. It's his contribution toward stopping automobile pollution, but "skating is a lot more effort than I expected," he does admit.
Roll on, Dave! You darn near made Environmentalist of the Week, but—ah—about that cigar....
Now At Least Some Of It Can Be Told Department:
Ex-Prime Minister Harold Wilson's book The Labour Government 1964-70, A Personal Record will be out in late July. For those who prefer to skip the dull parts and go straight to the good stuff, we can report that Wilson includes a conversation with Charles de Gaulle about the game of patience (solitaire)—"I compared notes with him: in my days as Leader of the Opposition from 1963-64, I used to enjoy the game," Wilson confides to his readers. " 'But,' I asked him, 'do you cheat?'...His short answer was that there were situations in which this was justified."
Shocking, yes, but one must bear in mind that only a strong-minded leader could have raised France up in her darkest hour. De Gaulle will be forgiven. But what of Harold Wilson, who never revealed whether he himself cheats or not? Wilson may go down in history as just an old tattletale.
Muhammad Ali speaking at Virginia Tech, asked for a volunteer from the audience to help demonstrate the famed Ali shuffle. Charlie Lipscomb 6'6", 230-pound starting center for Virginia Tech's basketball team, obliged—if "obliged" is the word for bopping the ex-champ in the mouth and drawing blood. Ali cheerfully gave Lipscomb his autograph, written in—what else—the blood, saying, "Show this to your grandchildren. It ought to make you famous."
We figure the autograph is the Heirloom of the Year—and those guys in Texas ought to call Wilt Chamberlain back up.