Give the girls a break. Find out how good we can be if we try.
Just to satisfy my curiosity, I checked over the results of the U.S.- U.S.S.R. track meet and compared them with your predictions of July 16 ( U.S. and U.S.S.R. About-face). And the accuracy of your forecast was truly amazing.
Not counting the 10,000-meter run (in which Bolotnikov, the winner, was not entered in your predictions) and the 5,000-meter run (in which Max Truex, whom you favored, did not enter), you picked winners 29 times. The only race you guessed wrong was the men's steeplechase. This comes out to be a winning average of .967.
Silver Spring, Md.
IN THE FIRE
After working myself into exhaustion remodeling my Fire Island house this spring, I now return to find Robert Moses sneaking along behind one of his the-whole-world-will-be-happier-when-paved-solid ideas. This one is to cap some necessary dune rebuilding with a totally unnecessary—more, destructive—highway. As one resident of Fire Island asked, "Are you going to put a 300-foot-wide road down my 400-foot-wide community?"
The best coverage the matter has had in the press anywhere was Arthur Brawley's article (Fire on the Island, July 23). In fact, I'm sending a few copies to New York Congressmen and Assemblymen as representing my own sentiments.
VIRGINIA B. MOORE
IN THE SAUCE?
I think Gerald was in a "Holland-daze" when he wrote a sympathetic dream for Calvin R. Griffith. (Aboard that Minnesota Cannonball, July 30.)
If poor Griffith had nightmares when he operated the old Washington Senators, he deserved them. What eighth-place team wouldn't have "difficulty drawing fans across the street" if they had been dwelling in the inky American League basement as long as our Senators had, and the owner dealing off every good player that came along?
The Twins are hanging in there this season. Fine. They're riding high. The fans are pouring into Griffith's park—from Saskatchewan to Devils Lake. Swell, Mr. Holland. Great. More power to the team. But don't ever feel sorry for Calvin G.'s "hard times" in Washington. We gave him much more than he ever deserved. And someday, when his Twins have been Adam's apple deep in 10th or even down in eighth place for a few years, that grand man of baseball will be lucky if he draws flies across the street.
WILLIAM W. MILLER
All hands here in Devils Lake got a big bang out of Gerald Holland's story about our excursion to the Minnesota Twins' three-game series with the Yankees.
The latest reaction came this morning when our co-organizer, Bert Wick, told me he had a call from Bill Weaver, sportscaster for WDAY-TV, Fargo, N. Dak. Bill said the Wahpeton (N. Dak.) boys consumed 590 cans of beer as against the mere 460 cans used by the more temperate Devils Lake bunch. And so the laughs go on. Many thanks.
Devils Lake, N. Dak.