"I hope this is an omen of things to come," crowed House Minority Leader Charles A. Halleck after his Republican forces defeated the Democrats 6-5 in the annual congressional baseball game. "Anyway," added Halleck, presenting the team trophy to Republican captain Silvio Conte of Massachusetts, "it proves Republicans are the youngest people, the strongest people and the best people." Well, maybe this year, but a year ago the Democrats won 11-0.
"How deep is the ocean?" crooned Frank Sinatra in 1946, and swimming off Kauai Island in Hawaii a couple of weeks ago, he almost found out. Caught by an undertow, the 155-pound singer was swept 200 yards out to sea. Down and down he went, until some firemen performed That Old Black Magic art of tossing him a rope. "Another couple of minutes out there and I would have had it," croaked Sinatra, as he prepared to return to work on the film None but the Brave.
Putting his bulky, silver-gray space suit and helmet aside, at least for the time being, Scott Carpenter climbed into some faded Levi's and cowboy boots and went into orbit aboard his brand-new 12-year-old quarter horse, Shirley. "Rode like an old horseman," said an observer from a Texas ranch control tower.
Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub—or, rather, one Egyptian President and three visiting leftists on a fishing party in a United Arab Republic navy yacht. What Gamal Abdel Nasser and his guests, Nikita Khrushchev of the Soviet Union, President Colonel Abdul Salam Mohammed Aref of Iraq and President Ahmed Ben Bella of Algeria, caught was supertop-secret (please eat before reading). But the troubled waters in which they fished were, naturally enough, those of the Red Sea.
"Before it started, my knees were banging, my heart was flipping and there were butterflies bouncing around in my stomach. I'd never been in anything like it before," said USC Football Coach John McKay. He was discussing his role as master of ceremonies for the 11th annual campus songfest. But as it turned out, Coach McKay did just fine facing the bright lights and 12,000 students. "I may have mixed up the names of some frats and sororities, but everything seemed to go off very smoothly, just like one of our run-pass options," he said afterward.
How do you top 50 years of football pictures in which Richard Arlen (in one form or another) passes to Buddy Rogers for a last-minute touchdown while Jack Oakie comically trips up the three best backs on the other team and Coach Pat O'Brien sobs, "One for the Gipper"? Easy. You put Kookie Cupcake Shirley MacLaine in a football helmet and a harem nightgown, drop her in a field full of pro football players and Hollywood extras, toss her a pass (right) and call the whole thing John Goldfarb, Please Come Home. How's that again?
The first chukker was scarcely over when the star of the Windsor Park team galloped off the field, frowning, with a broken stick. Back he stormed a moment later only to return to the sidelines for repairs. Once again returning to the fray, he broke another stick, and this time hurled it to the ground enraged. Finally, with everything intact, he managed to score the winning goal, and at the end of the game England's Queen presented the trophy for the Windsor Horse Show Polo Cup final to her exhausted but persistent husband: Prince Philip.
In Puerto Rico with his teammates to pass out some free top-level athletic instruction to local high school footballers, the New York Giants' Y. A. Tittle proved he could use a little instruction himself—on the golf course. During a day on the links at Dorado Beach, old Yat, a pretty fair powerboat yachtsman and a passing-good quarterback, wallowed in and out of so many traps that he finished up the 18 holes with a 26-over-par 98.
After sliding her 36-23-34-inch frame into a bulky sky-diving outfit, Kristin Thor, Miss Iceland of 1960, hit the silk at 2,800 feet above some wide-open farmland near Dallas. "It was just great, beautiful and wonderful," said the breathless and beautiful Nordic after her first parachute jump, "and all I got was a little dirt on my hands when I landed."
"The pass I just received tells me it's spring again," wrote aging (89) and ailing Herbert Hoover to National League President Warren Giles, "and I shall tell my doctors baseball has more curative powers than all their medicine."