Now the British Board of Boxing Control is investigating the unfulfilled contracts, and Mme. Tussaud's Waxworks has abandoned a plan to model Sonny—even with feet of Clay.
ONE WORD = 10,000 PICTURES
Aficionados of pith have a special affection for Willie McCovey, San Francisco outfielder and first baseman. His classic, "The peanut shells get in my eyes," tells as much about windy Candlestick Park and the diet of baseball fans as anyone needs to know.
A reporter telephoned him one recent early morning.
"H'lo," said Willie.
"Did I wake you, Willie?"
THE APPLE SPEAKS
World peace and order would be assured, a matriarch from the world of sport said the other day, if the United Nations operated in the spirit of the international women's field hockey tournament, which ended in Baltimore last week. The matriarch was Miss Constance Applebee, the English lady who introduced women's hockey to the U.S. in 1901 and has nurtured it singlemindedly ever since. "The Apple," as Miss Applebee is known, came down to watch the Baltimore matches from her hockey camp in Pennsylvania's Pocono Mountains, and she thoroughly approved of the no-count proceedings.
"The marvelous thing about this tournament is that there are no champions," she said, and most hockey players agree with Miss Applebee that championships bring headlines, pressure, commercialization, feuds, politics, subsidization and many other headaches.