?The personality clash between White Sox Pitcher Dick Donovan and Manager Al Lopez, concealed by both men from Chicago fans, probably will lead to Donovan's being traded this off season.
Northwestern is using the lightest jerseys and pants in college football, according to Coach Ara Parseghian, in order to provide freer movement and avoid early-season heat problems. Parseghian also has 38 sets of thermal underwear ready for cold weather. "We don't want the boys piling on sweaters and jerseys under their uniforms," he says.
THE VOICE OF THE CRICKET
It is the time of the eighth moon in China, and the hot, angry voice of the cricket is heard again on the land. The British have played cricket since the 18th century, but the Chinese have had cricket matches since the Sung Dynasty, a thousand seasons ago. In the Oriental version, rice-fattened crickets square off and fight to the death.
The Chinese Communists have banned this entomological version of cock fighting, but it is still very big in Macao, the anything-goes Portuguese colony near Hong Kong. Last week the faithful crowded around a yard-square sand-covered table in the Voice of Autumn Club and laid bets ranging from 3� to $40. Each cricket was the pick of his stable. Each had been mated the night before with a selected female cricket, a practice considered sound for fighting crickets.
The match began, as always, with the two judges inspecting the antagonists, which are kept in a ceramic-bowl cage with covers of carved teak and red cloth. When all was pronounced ready ("Both you crickets know the rules of the Macao Athletic Commission. Now I don't want no..."), the trainers stepped up, whipped out ivory cases and removed their mouse-whisker brushes. They carefully tickled the crickets' antennae, and the contestants took this, as crickets always do, as an insult. The fight was on. Rubbing forewings together to make the characteristic chirping noise, the crickets circled each other. One bobbed and weaved for an opening, then lunged forward and chomped down on his opponent with two beaverlike front teeth. Amid a multilingual roar of excitement the two contestants whirled, pushed and shoved. Suddenly the bitten cricket slumped to the sand. His trainer sprang into action with the trusty mouse-whisker brush, but it was no go. The judges stepped in and declared a merciful Chinese version of the TKO.
This, with infinite variations, is cricket fighting. Oriental folklore is filled with tales of it. A favorite concerns the cricket seller who was about to deliver a load of first-class crickets to the governor of his province, only to discover his young son had set them all free. The father beat the boy, and the boy ran away from home. The next day, the father could find only one puny cricket, which he shamefacedly presented to the governor. The cricket turned into an unsurpassable champion, and even belt a rooster. At the end of the season the undefeated cricket died, and the cricket seller's boy came home. He told his father that he had been asleep, and he had been dreaming. He dreamed he was a champion cricket.
THE MAIN RUNNER
A Denton, Texas schoolboy dispatched the following letter to Fort Worth City Secretary Roy Bateman:
"If possible please tell me all you can about the way the city government runs. Also please send me a letter telling me just who the main runner is."