PUTTING IS FOR THE BIRDIES
Lockwrist and Cage Cases by Dan Jenkins (July 16) is, in my opinion, the best light humor on a serious subject (and if you play golf you know just how serious putting is) in years. The depth of his insight into the problem suggests his personal experience as a cage case at one time or another, but his range of humor, anecdotes and tacit writing style get my appreciation and admiration.
ENSIGN R. E. MOULTRIE, USCG
Dan Jenkins has made a major psychiatric contribution to millions of long-suffering putters.
A case in point is an old friend of mine who had a habit of backing away—the same distance as the length of the putt—while his putt was en route to the cup. He was cured of this strange affliction only when, after stroking a 20-foot putt and promptly going into the backup act, he wound up in a yawning sand trap with a broken collarbone. Now, at least he faces his putting problem in the right direction.
WADE H. RAMSEY
El Centro, Calif.
REVENGE IN MOSCOW
Regarding your article, The River Ran Red (July 16). You stated that the Russians defeated a University of Washington crew in 1958, and now another University of Washington crew was trying to "avenge" that 1958 defeat.
The truth is that the 1958 defeat at Henley, England by the Russians was avenged by that same University of Washington crew, just two weeks later, when they trounced that same Russian crew, plus four other Russian crews in a regatta in Moscow.
?Reader Aim, captain and No. 5 oar on the 1958 Washington crew, is right. The Huskies outrowed the Russkies by one and a half lengths at Moscow in 1958, a quarter length more than the Russians gained on them at Henley.—ED.
I have noticed considerable correspondence in your 19th HOLE column concerning SPORTS ILLUSTRATED'S 1961 Man of the Year [ Jerry Lucas]. I thought, therefore, you might be interested in a letter about an earlier Man that helps to confirm your good judgment in making these selections. I am referring to 1957's Sportsman of the Year Stan Musial.
Back in 1960, when I was in Korea, our unit received a batch of old magazines, one of which contained a picture of Stan surrounded by eight small cardinal birds. Our unit had with us at that time a Korean refugee who claimed some talent as an artist. I asked him to reproduce Stan's picture in oils. He did so, and the painting now hangs in the room of my 6-year-old son, whose respect for Stan Musial reflects my own.
Last week, on the night before the All-Star Game, when Musial was in Washington, I called him, as a perfect stranger, from my home in Virginia to tell him about the painting and about our admiration for him. Mrs. Musial answered the phone and, after asking my name, put Stan on. I told him my story and that I had always hoped someday to have the honor of taking a picture of him with my son Hal. Right away, Stan asked us both to come over to the stadium before the game and to ask the groundkeeper to take us to him. This we did and the accompanying picture was the result.
Although he is one of the greatest players in the history of baseball, Stan Musial's modesty was such that I became almost ashamed of my own forwardness. He left an impression on my son that I know will last through his life.