If we owned an Offenhauser racing car we would be extremely nervous about two occurrences of last week.
First, the Ford Motor Company and British Designer Colin Chapman, collaborators on the Lotus-Fords which in last May's Indianapolis "500" made the dominant Offies look pretty vincible, disclosed an alarming new model at Indy. Instead of the original carbureted pushrod V-8 of 350 horsepower, it uses a four-overhead-camshaft, fuel-injected engine—again in lightweight aluminum and again burning gasoline rather than racing alcohol. Horsepower estimates range up to 450. The chassis is basically the old one, but Chapman has promised an improved design for 1964. With Jim Clark and Dan Gurney driving, and the engine developing typical new-engine bugs, the test car yet managed a very fast 149 mph. If it is that fast when sick, what wonders will the car perform when the engine is healthy?
The other threat to the Offy faithful came from Sherwood Egbert, president of Studebaker. "We will run at Indianapolis," he announced, "and we intend to win." Egbert, a fan of the hairy Novi supercharged engines that have long excited "500" fans but have never been in a winning car, plans to bestow them upon three different chassis: a four-wheel-drive Ferguson from England, a California-built job of unspecified design and a 1963 Indy model.
The brilliance of the 1963 Los Angeles Dodgers, goats of the 1962 pennant race, was explained last week by their manager, Walter Alston. "Last year," he told a Columbus audience, "we scored 202 runs more than this year.... Last year we had a guy [Wills] steal 104 bases and this year he only stole 40...and last year we won 102 games and this year we won only 99."
A LONG LINE
Fish stories from Texas are, naturally, fishier than any others. Like this one. A fisherman we shall call Joe hooked into a fat catfish just off the Gulf shore. But the canny catfish hung in an old car body, one of many heaps dumped into the Gulf to provide a haven for marine life. Joe was determined to reel in his catch, so he called on a skin diver armed with a spear gun to go down and dislodge the catfish. Skin diver obliged. He returned empty-handed. "Couldn't hit him?" Joe asked. "No," replied the diver. "Every time I started to get a bead on him, he'd roll the window up."
HOTEL FOR HACKERS
A chubby, cheerful little Canadian, Douglas Henderson, who recently opened a heated golf driving range in London, is a fellow of unlimited imagination. At Southport in Lancashire, where the British Open and Ryder Cup matches will be played in 1965, Henderson plans to build a 112-room hotel alongside a driving range, a swimming pool and a nine-hole par-3 golf course. Each bedroom will be carpeted with stuff that forms in effect a miniature putting green. There will be a hole installed at one end of the room and putting irons will be part of each room's furnishings. But that is by no means all. The lower a golfer's handicap, the less he'll have to pay for his room.
MATCH OF THE CENTURY
Only a few times in American history have Congressmen resorted to bare knuckles instead of full-blown platitudes, and rarely have actual blows been struck. Recently two Texans came close, one in Republican trunks, the other in Democratic.
Ed Foreman (Rep.), of Odessa, 29, 5 feet 11, weighing 215, took on Henry Gonzalez (Dem.), of San Antonio, 47, 5 feet 10, weighing 175. Foreman had played football for eight years in high school and college; Gonzalez did some college boxing.
Foreman was quoted as saying Gonzalez was soft on Communism. Gonzalez threatened to pistol-whip Foreman, who invited him to step outside. Gonzalez says that when they got outside Foreman put on his eyeglasses and refused to take them off. "He's a sissy," Gonzalez charged. Foreman denied the eyeglass claim, and said Gonzalez took a poke at him. Gonzalez said if he had, there would have been plenty of evidence on Foreman's face, which there was not