BASEBALL: THE FACE IS FAMILIAR
May I extend to you my sincere condolence on your lamentations provoked by the selection of a new manager for the Detroit baseball club (SI, June 23). You write with inadequate knowledge when you refer to Bill Norman as a "faceless man."
I have known Mr. Norman for quite some time and followed his success in the American Association with very great interest. In his capacity as manager of the Charleston, W. Va. club he has done a remarkably good job. Not as colorful as Casey Stengel to be sure, nor as bully-wagging as John McGraw, nor as cantankerous as Leo Durocher—I have lived with them all. My baseball storybook opened a long time ago, when Delahanty roamed the outer gardens of the Philadelphia Nationals and "Tinker to Evers to Chance" was in the making. I knew Honus Wagner and Christy Mathewson. These events carry me back probably to the days before the editors saw the light of day.
FRANK A. SUTER
Charleston, W. Va.
I put in a couple of seasons with this fellow Norman, 1938-39 with Hollywood in the old Pacific Coast League. Only an ankle injury that failed to respond kept this boy from being a Hall of Famer. He was big, strong and fast, with power to burn. I can recall old Bill Norman putting balls 500 feet and better in the Gilmore Stadium.
I write only since no one seems to know this man. Before he leaves the big show, I sincerely believe a great many people will know him. Particularly the American League! This guy is a blood-and-guts ballplayer. Smart as a whip. Never one to look over his shoulder when trouble appears, like some of the present-day boys. He always goes the route.
D. F. SAYERS
TENNIS: NEW TALENT
Another year is past and another challenger has bitten the dust, but not before giving Gonzales a run for his money (SI, June 16). Our women are in second place (by losing the Wightman Cup), our men did not win the Davis Cup, but an American still rules the professional world.
But is this enough? In my thinking it is not. Many have preached the same sermon and I would like to join the crowd. The only way to get to the top is to set up a better youth program and to develop new talent. Last year I saw two 10-year-olds, one of whom had great potentiality, turned away because they were told they were too young to play. How can we ever expect to get to the top if we turn talent away? Maybe when we have the top 25 players in the world we can do this.
Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio
?For a fine start, see PAT ON THE BACK, June 30.—ED.
O'MALLEY'S PRESS BOX
Poor old O'Malley is certainly taking a beating everywhere except at the box office. Enjoyed that "ode" in 19TH HOLE June 30. Here is another item making the rounds in L.A. in the form of a news flash. "It is reliably reported that the press box in the Los Angeles Coliseum is equipped with an abacus for keeping track of the Chinese home runs."
C. A. L. SMITH
HERMAN HICKMAN'S SCHOLARSHIP
The late Herman Hickman's friends at the University of Tennessee have begun collecting money for a Herman Hickman Memorial Scholarship. The proceeds will finance an annual scholarship at Tennessee, given on the basis of classroom excellence, campus leadership and athletic ability. The award will go annually to the senior who has shown these qualities to the greatest extent. The recipient will be known as the Herman Hickman Scholar.
The late Herman Hickman, whose football writings I enjoyed so much in SPORTS ILLUSTRATED, was well known as an All-America, as an honor student who graduated at 20, as coach, author, bon vivant, TV and radio commentator. Yet it is entirely likely that, in the long run, he will be best remembered as the originator of SPORTS ILLUSTRATED'S Silver Anniversary All-America.