In San Antonio, Oilman John R. McFarlin announced he was fed up with bankrolling Trinity University's lavish tennis program. McFarlin estimated he had spent $200,000 to help Trinity recruit and support such international stars as Frank Froehling, Chuck McKinley and Cliff Buchholz. Said McFarlin: "I give a little money every year to the Boy Scouts, and every year I get a warm feeling when some little scout walks into my office and personally thanks me for my donation. There is no such warm feeling when the school I have tried to help mails me a form letter of thanks with my name typed in the blank space."
PETER PIPER PICKED A PECK
The qualifications of a top horse-race caller are many. He must have a good voice, be able to speak rapidly and yet be accurate. Last week, in a harness race at Chicago's Washington Park, Caller Phil Georgeff got the test. Nine horses were in the race, and deliberately entered were three with tongue-tripping names: Rosco Bosco, Bosco Rosco and Bosco.
Possibly as many bets were made on Georgeff as on the horses. Bosco Rosco was the favorite, Rosco Bosco third choice and Bosco fourth. Fortunately for Georgeff, the drivers' silks were distinguishable. Bosco's driver wore gray and white, Bosco Rosco red and Rosco Bosco blue and gold.
The race was a pace at one mile. At the first turn the crowd whooped with delight. Bosco was second, Bosco Rosco third and Rosco Bosco fourth. Georgeff called them perfectly, even when Rosco Bosco broke stride. Bosco finished second and Bosco Rosco third. The winner was Navy Prince.
Fresh from the triumph, Georgeff said it was nothing, really. Earlier this season, he said, he had a tougher race to call when he had to contend with Shafter Jeanne, Shafter Rebel, Shafter Hanover and Topper Hanover.
Last week we reported that the Canadian government was worried about the diminishing number of caribou in the far north. You may recall that Farley Mowat, the writer and biologist, said in his new book, Never Cry Wolf, that the government was wrongly blaming wolves and not trappers for the depletion of the herds.
Now we discover that Ottawa, in addition to maligning wolves, has been trying to relieve the caribou situation with yaks. That's right, yaks—those great hairy creatures from Tibet. The government started out five years ago with three yaks, a bull and two cows, and it planned to move the yaks north from Alberta, where they are now ensconced on a private game farm, when they had multiplied to about 40. So far, so good. Once a year the director of the farm reports on the breeding progress of the yaks. In his latest report he announces the good news that the herd is up to 10. Unfortunately, all the offspring are bulls. This may be good for laughs, but certainly not for yaks.
HERMAN THE TURTLE