A Touch of Genius
His service, with its short swing, was strikingly effective. His volley dispatched the ball forthwith and his lob was disconcerting. Moderate in his hitting, he consistently sought and found unreachable terrain to score or extract the error."
Who was the subject of this high tennis praise from New York Times Sportswriter Allison Danzig? None other than SPORTS ILLUSTRATED'S own Contributing Editor William Talbert, whose preview of the Davis Cup matches appears on page 56. Talbert, a veteran who is only a drop shot away from 41 and who up to a few weeks ago had played no grass-court tournament tennis for a year, proved how well he knows the sport he writes when he teamed with young John Lesch to go to the quarter-finals in the National Doubles at Brookline, Mass., before bowing to the tournament finalists, Alex Olmedo and Earl Buchholz Jr.
It was the straight set defeat of British Davis Cuppers Bobby Wilson and Tony Pickard in the third round which led Danzig to call Bill's tennis "a marvelous exhibition of tactical play."
"There was a touch of genius to Talbert's return of service," wrote the Timesman of his SPORTS ILLUSTRATED colleague and competitor, "and he constantly baffled the opposition with his ripostes."
In the Quebec village of St. Simeon, whose water supply was recently tied in to a well-stocked mountain lake, housewives have complained about hot-and-cold running trout in their kitchen sinks. We don't know if William Zeckendorf, the millionaire real estate man, has considered this as a possible luxury feature for the $66 million hotel he is building in mid- Manhattan, but we do know that he has some fancy ideas about privately raised trout. Zeckendorf's 70-acre estate on Long Island Sound boasts an eight-acre manmade lake so well stocked with fish as to provide an angler's paradise. What's more, the trout are all happily thriving in salt water.
"I thought," says Zeckendorf cheerfully, "it would be fun to experiment, so I put 5,000 brook, brown and rainbow trout in the salt-water lake this spring, and they're doing very well, not bothered by the salt a bit, except that their skins are getting a little darker and they may not be able to breed."
He was standing at the time on a narrow bank separating the salt lake from a fresh-water pond, and he promptly picked up a rod and baited the hook with a minnow. "First, I'll show you how the fresh-water fish bite around here," he said, casting into the pond. Within seconds the bait was taken and he landed a three-and-a-half-pound largemouth bass. "Easy, isn't it?" he chuckled.
Zeckendorf walked to the other side of the bank, putting a worm on the hook as he went. "Now," said the hotel man, "we'll get ourselves a salt-water trout. The lake is full of them." He pointed with the rod. "See that spillway? The lake is higher than the sound, so we get the last two hours of the tide. It comes in over the spillway and gives us clean water. I've got a wire netting there that's small enough to keep the trout from swimming out, but big enough to let in food."