Last week Toronto's influential newspaper The Globe and Mail pointed a strong editorial finger at National Hockey League President Clarence Campbell. The Globe and Mail said, "Innumerable Canadian boys follow [hockey] with breathless interest. The liberal education they are now getting in violence, foul play, disregard of rules and authority, and general bad sportsmanship is, in a sense, a national disgrace."
The reason for the editorial slap at Campbell was a recent incident involving Jack Adams, the general manager of the Detroit Red Wings. During a game at Detroit, Adams stalked to the press box and loudly criticized Referee Eddie Powers, who was officiating the game, and Carl Voss, the NHL's referee in chief.
When informed of Adams' outspoken comments, Campbell tried to coat the affair with whitewash. "This is not a matter for discipline," he said. "...He [ Adams] isn't going to intimidate Voss. Adams can have an alley fight with Voss anytime he wants and can choose his own weapons. He's entitled to that.... The only thing that gave it [the incident] a bad color was where it happened. If it had happened in the street or in an alley, no one would have said a thing about it."
Is Mr. Campbell, who normally runs an orderly and exciting league, encouraging owners and general managers to lay for referees in alleys? If he is willing to endorse such blatant and outspoken attacks on his officials, it will not be too long before hockey finds itself out in the alley, too.
YOU TARZAN, ME HOUSE DETECTIVE
There is a whole race of people who do nothing but keep an eye on things. Some of them, like avalanche rangers and DEW-line sentries, are probably necessary. Others, like cops, are a calculated risk. And then we have the watchbirds of public morals, who are simply born, like Venus on the half shell, though not so gracefully. Of these last, we have an example in a librarian of the Downey Unified School District outside Los Angeles.
This sharp-eyed cat, while browsing through the writings of Edgar Rice Burroughs, concluded, with some horror, that Tarzan and Jane had been living in the great outdoors � deux—� trois, if you count Boy—all these years without benefit of clergy. And, lest some lusty 8-year-old latch onto the pair of pigtails at the next desk and attempt to do likewise, the librarian began removing Tarzan from the bookshelves.
Well, there are lots of things that are missing in the jungle, like marriage licenses and rabbit tests and even desk clerks, although some of the better trees may well be patrolled by gorillas with derby hats and cigars. Anyway, we think the librarian ought to put the books back, if not on constitutional grounds, then at least so as to avoid being linked with three of the more famous moral ferrets of the past 15 years: 1) the keen historian who tried to ban Yankee from Olympus and Charles Beard's The Republic on the grounds that they would exert undue influence on voters during an upcoming election, 2) the Alabama state senator who put the kibosh on that book about the white rabbit that married the black rabbit and, finally, 3) the theologian who 11 years ago announced that the doctrine of the Assumption was ridiculous, because the Virgin Mary would have run out of oxygen at 18,000 feet.
OTHER SIDE OF THE COIN