Line holds stoutly as Nancy Roberts looses a long pass. Adhesive tape designs on jeans are Greek letters delta, gamma.
Kappa Kappa Gamma pass is broken up. There were no injuries, but sore muscles altered quite a few feminine gaits.
Postgame coffee is served to Barbara Steelman, West Des Moines. The blonde, men, is Marsha Sellend of Fargo, N.D.
'THE JOY IS GONE, AND I AM TIRED'
In the great years which brought him triumph and fame on four continents, Juan Manuel Fangio husbanded his speech as carefully as he did his unique driving talent. Journalists found him gracious, unduly modest about the feats which won five world driving championships for him and bafflingly vague about his private thoughts.
Last week, confirming his long-apparent but unofficial retirement from racing, Fangio finally let down his hair. Relaxing in one of his Buenos Aires service stations, The Master, now 47, spoke candidly and with Latin intensity.
"I will never race again in the rest of my years," he said. "Champions, actors and dictators should always retire when they are at the top. But not many realize when they have reached the peak and the road ahead can lead downward only.
"Several factors prompted my decision, but above all this one: the exhilaration of racing a smooth-running car and the challenge of keeping in the lead had become drudgery—a constant effort and worry to give the people who entrusted me with their cars and money the returns they expected. The joy of the first years became mere fatigue. My body is tired, and my spirit as well.
"They were the most exciting years of my life. When I first started I never dreamed I could achieve so much. Each time we cut the finish line first it was a surprise for me. I say we and I mean the car and I, because I never considered the car as an instrument to achieve an end but as part of myself or better. At Reims in 1948, when I had to quit because my gas tank was ripped, I felt as if my own flesh was wounded. This feeling of oneness with the car and the fact that I always had luck in getting the best to drive made me a champion—far more than snappy gearshifting, lightness of touch on the steering wheel or daring curve-cutting."
Flashing one of his rare smiles, Fangio talked on: