Gary Morris, co-captain of the Union College football team in Schenectady, N.Y., surrenders gracefully, even happily, as three girl trainers take over one more male prerogative. That's Heidi Steger on the right foot, Julie Thalen on left and Katherine Kelley on scissors. The ladies are manning the training room of the Union College athletic department.
Farther south, at Louisiana State, Charlene (Cheri) Dargay, the new sports editor of LSU's Daily Reveille, checks football data with Coach Charlie McClendon. The locker room door is still closed to her, though. "I catch 'em on the way out," says Cheri.
The Philadelphia Flyers haven't exactly been anybody's favorite hockey team this year, so they were pleased when an attractive lady who called herself only "Mrs. Black" showed up on their flight to Los Angeles recently and seemed to know a lot about them and the game. No wonder. Mrs. Black turned out to be ex-movie moppet Shirley Temple Black, now a U.S. delegate to the U.N., and she said she had once been the mascot of the Los Angeles Blades. "They had a bowlegged goalie," she told the Flyers, which broke them all up because their personnel director, Marcel Pelletier, was once a goalie for the Blades. And yes, he confessed, a few pucks did get through....
Dr. Stanley Livingstone, who is no relation to either Sir Henry M. Stanley or Dr. David Livingstone of darkest Africa fame, will help dedicate a monument in Tanganyika this week to the famed medical missionary and the journalist who "found" him 100 years ago. The latest Dr. Livingstone is a mite perturbed, however, by the lack of interest evinced in the ceremony so far. Boredom, we presume.
After 12 years Sheila Scott has finally passed her driving test. Miss Scott, the first woman solo flier to cross the North Pole, kept flunking because, she says, her flying had scrambled her instincts. It seems that whenever she encountered an obstacle while driving, she tried to haul back on the steering column and fly over it. All of which goes to prove that if at first you don't succeed...
...fly, fly again. Bert Hill, the director of student activities at Springfield (Mass.) College, had this great idea to enliven the game against American International College. He hired five sky divers to drop in at halftime trailing burning flares. Unfortunately, their pilot misread the map and dropped them at Springfield's Trade High School, where their arrival during a contest there had an even more enlivening effect. Undaunted, the quintet took off again, found the right field and landed on target—just as the crowd was filing out after AIC's 21-20 victory.
Would you buy a used Heisman Trophy from this man? Football fan Richard Nixon had Governor Dale Bumpers of Arkansas in for a visit to the White House recently and told him that the Razorback quarterback, Joe Ferguson, "looks like a Heisman Trophy winner." On his return to Little Rock, Bumpers told newsmen, "It seems to me he said the same thing to Governor David Hall of Oklahoma about Greg Pruitt." Governor Rockefeller better get down to Washington quick if he wants a White House boost for Cornell's Ed Marinaro.
Among the ingredients that went into the victory barrage for Jockey R. J. (Bobby) Martin at Laurel Race Course last week after he rode his first winner in 14 years were mustard, catsup and even Tabasco sauce. "Just about everybody hit me with something." said Martin, 42, whose long dry spell stemmed from the fact that he had retired in 1957 and returned to the saddle only last September. Since then, he had been up on 28 mounts without a victory until he booted home a 3-to-1 shot named Soda Pop. Which was another one of the things his fellow jockeys hit him with afterward.
Oral Roberts University is now in its seventh year of academia and basketball, and its president-founder, the Rev. Oral Roberts, predicts that by 1975 his Christian cagers, who have an overall 97-34 record, will win the national championship. But they will have to win it clean. "If our boys fight on the floor or anything like that, I'll go right down there and stop it." Kind of like laying on the hands, eh, Reverend?
At Montego Bay in Jamaica, mountainous Rosey Grier, former dismantler of pro quarterbacks, is playing a skin-diving role in a film called Jamaica Reef. Only trouble was, they didn't want to risk Rosey's 6'5", 350-pound frame in the deep diving scenes, and so they started a...uh, talent search for a stand-in, turning up a 6'6" farmer who weighed 356. All well and good, but when the two of them get in the water together, said one publicity report, "the tides tend to rise a little."
According to London's Daily Mail, naturalist Peter Scott has just finished what he hopes will be the world's first waterproof book. It is called The Fish-Watcher's Guide to Caribbean Reef-Fishes and will be printed on special polyethylene paper so that snorkelers and fish fanciers can read it underwater to help identify species gliding by. We can see it now. Along comes this big fellow with the ugly snout and all those murderous teeth. Quick, the index....