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August 27, 1962
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August 27, 1962


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"It helps a team to get any good athlete, Negro or otherwise," says Hayden Fry of SMU.

"There are some fine Negro athletes in Texas," says John Bridgers of Baylor.

Well, if it is desirable and inevitable, why sit around looking at each other?


Truman Smith of Timonium, Md. is building an airplane in his basement. Richard Albrecht of Annapolis, Md. doesn't have a basement, so he is building an airplane in his bedroom. Smith and Albrecht want airplanes of their own to fly. They can't afford to buy them so they're building them. Naturally.

Albrecht's plane, a single-seater called a Miniplane, is about to outgrow the bedroom, and Albrecht hopes to move it to a hobby shop where he can install tail and landing gear. Then the wings can be built, the engine, instruments and controls installed and the plane taken to an airport for final assembly and flight. When it is finished, a year or two from now, the trim little biplane will have a 17-foot wingspan and a cruising speed of 120 mph. It will cost Albrecht in all "under $1,000 and I hope under $800."

Truman Smith, down in the basement, is building a high-wing cabin monoplane with a 28-foot wingspan. Smith uses a drill press, a small lathe, an electric hand drill, a hacksaw, tin snips and a heavy vise. His wife helped Smith with the riveting at first but now their sons have taken over her chores. Smith has been working on the plane for six years and has another year or so to go. His total cost will be about $1,000.

Albrecht and Smith are members of the Experimental Aircraft Association, a 12,000-member group with headquarters in Hales Corners, Wis. The E.A.A. provides information on plane building, publishes a magazine on homemade planes, sponsors an annual fly-in for homemade airplanes and is responsible for that airplane in Mr. Albrecht's bedroom.

You think you have troubles with your kids? Listen to what happened to Bill Talbert. Bill, one of the really fine tennis players of all time, a successful Davis Cup captain, a baseball enthusiast and, at 43, still a splendid athlete, visited his two sons at Camp Wild Goose in Maine a week or so ago. The older boy, Pike, who at 12 is 5 feet 7 inches tall, had just pitched a no-hitter in the camp baseball league, striking out 15 men as he did so. Bill immediately rounded up fellow tennis player Cliff Buchholz and seven campers and challenged Pike's team to a three-inning game, losers to be thrown in the lake. Bill pitched for his team, Pike for his, and it was for blood, or at any rate, water. Pike got up to bat twice against his father. Bill got up two times against his son. Pike hit a double and walked. Bill struck out twice. Bill gave up six runs. Pike pitched a no-hitter. Final result: 0-6, as they would say in tennis, and a wet Billy Talbert.


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