A THINKING CHAMPION
Eight hundred friends, some old, some fair weather, gave Floyd Patterson a testimonial dinner of roast duck in New York last week. They also gave the heavyweight boxing champion of the world some sumptuous gifts, and they made complimentary remarks about him, Off to one side, Floyd Patterson said:
"Since the fight, I've been taking it easy, for one thing, and taking care of my new baby boy, for another. The doctor told my wife not to go to the fight but she did anyway. It didn't make any difference, because the boy was not born until the ninth of July. After two daughters, he is my first son. We named him Floyd II. When he was born he weighed eight pounds and two ounces, so I know he's got the material. But he'll have to be taught how to use it. That's my job. It's also my job to give him his bottle at 3 in the morning and again at 6. The two of us get along just fine.
"Sometimes I've thought a little about what people said before I won the fight. I didn't mind so much them saying Ingemar Johansson would probably beat me, but I did mind that nobody said they hoped I'd win just the same. I know we're not at war with Sweden or anything like that, but, after all, I'm an American, and didn't the sportswriters want the title back in America? I still don't understand why I got so little encouragement.
"Now, of course, everybody wants to be friendly and everybody's writing something nice about me. That's O.K., but you understand what I mean when I say they're writing it now when I really don't need it."
OUT AT SECOND
"I don't know much about baseball but I'd like to see a game," said the lady caller at the Pittsburgh Pirate ticket office.
"Fine," said the agent.
"Have you two nice seats along the second-base line?" asked the lady.
THE HERO OF BRIGHT PARK