The only good thing about the article was the excellent portrait of Dark on the cover.
NELSON M. BROWN
You've probably gotten a thousand or so letters saying the same thing, but I simply can't resist: congratulations! You have found the first woman golfer with whom men would be delighted to play (PEOPLE, July 6).
Corpus Christi, Texas
The professional golf tour apparently has developed a new phenomenon in George Low (A High Kind of Low Life, July 6). He spends $50,000 a year of other people's money while living the life of Riley. Be that as it may, I cannot understand Palmer and Nicklaus, two of the best in the world, taking putting lessons from this character. Would Paderewski have taken a piano lesson from Peter Zilch?
RAYMOND E. NORTH
You quote Indianapolis 500 winner A. J. Foyt as saying, "I know I feel safer on a racetrack with the traffic going in the same direction and good drivers behind the wheels than I do on Houston expressways" (SCORECARD, June 29).
Subjectivity aside, here at the California Division of Highways we have long doubted the factual validity of such statements, so the week before the recent Indianapolis 500 one of our traffic engineers conducted a comparative study regarding fatalities on California state highways and in the Memorial Day classic.
Results prove that if the same proportion of deaths had occurred on California highways as on the Indianapolis track, the busiest West Coast profession would have been embalming, for California's public roads would have been littered with 3,028,000 corpses in 1962 alone.
Since its inception in 1911 through 1963, the fatality rate at Indianapolis projects to 3,930 dead for every 100 million miles driven. In comparison, the amateurs behind the wheels of California automobiles have a freeway record of 2.9 fatalities per 100 million miles.
We can't comment on Houston expressways, but A. J. would have been at least 1,300 times safer on a California freeway than he was during his recent Memorial Day outings. In fact, his chances of survival would have increased by 133,424%.
LESTER S. KORITZ
Last week Mr. C. Stafford Smythe, president of the Toronto Maple Leafs, moved the Denver franchise in the Western Hockey League to Victoria, British Columbia. This is an obscure event in the national and international sports picture, but this game of playing "musical franchises" for the sole purpose of turning a quick profit is pervading all sports in increasing numbers. The same promoters who beg for the fan's support do not hesitate to move on to greener places without the slightest explanation to the paying customer.
As a result, Denver has lost a professional hockey team—a team that was shackled with inadequate publicity at its inception, hampered by poor scheduling (24 of its 35 home games were completed before Jan. 1, in direct conflict with college and professional football), and hurt at the gate by its own superiority over the rest of the league entrants. At the end of the first half of the 1963-64 schedule the Denver Invaders possessed an insurmountable lead over the second-place team. In spite of these drawbacks, the Invaders built a solid following of more than 2,000 fans their first season in a town that is not known for its hockey consciousness. The season-ticket drive for 1964-65 was in full swing with 1,549 pledges for season tickets—more than 1,000 of them from the individual citizens of our city.