It was the first time that Phil Hill had ever finished at Le Mans, and the first time an American had been a winning driver. As Hill swept across the finish line to a hero's welcome, the sun began to shine.
Michigan's Poor Mouth
The disclosure by this magazine a couple of weeks ago that Michigan's prefight examinations of boxers are dangerously skimpy (Michigan is not alone in this respect) has had consequences. Newspapers blared the tale of Johnny Summerlin's easily detectable disability—a numbness over his left side which made it impossible for him to feel pain, even when needles were stuck in his arm. The state's boxing commission has held meetings and issued statements, mostly to the effect that it lacks money to give adequate examinations like those which protect New York boxers. Out of the meetings has emerged a Medical Study Committee, but it is headed by a physician who believes boxing should be abolished.
"It is too damaging a sport," Dr. Joseph Cahalan said, just before he was appointed chairman of the new committee, "and as long as there is boxing, there will be injuries and possible deaths."
The statement startled Floyd Stevens, boxing commission chairman.
"That's the easy way out," Stevens snapped. But he appointed Dr. Cahalan anyhow. Dr. Cahalan accepted anyhow, hedging with the self-evident point that "no examination can be devised that will be perfect," pointing out it would cost the state $25,-000 just for necessary neurological, electroencephalographic and other equipment for proper examinations.
Surely rich Michigan, which has a resort income of $600,000,000 a year, not to mention its fabulously wealthy automotive industry, can raise $25,-000 to protect boxers—or, if not, can lend-lease an electroencephalograph from a medical center. Boxing is not going to be abolished because it may be damaging to participants—any more than football, hunting, skiing, auto racing, horse racing and other sports involving danger are going to be abolished.
New York has proved boxing can be a remarkably safe sport, that its appearances can be deceiving. There is no good reason why Michigan should not equal, or even surpass, New York's record.
The Name is Arcaro
Last Saturday—Coaching Club American Oaks Day—at New York's Belmont Park a large group of people stood in the haze and drizzle as the horses circled the walking ring for the first race. As George Edward Arcaro, aged 42, rode by there were flaps of applause. On first hearing, it was presumed to be for his riding accomplishments during the week. On Monday he had ridden Restless Wind to victory in the $32,020 National Stallion Stakes, which he had won six times previously; Tuesday he had won the $7,500 feature on Inside Tract; Wednesday he won with two long shots; Thursday he took two more races; and on Friday he rode a triple. But the applause on Saturday was not for that.