LIKE MOTHER, LIKE SON
Until U.S. Olympic officials took another look at their judgment last week it seemed that Russell (Rusty) Hodge, the decathloner, would not compete in Tokyo, even though he had beaten Don Jeisy and Paul Herman in the final trials in Los Angeles and tied Dick Emberger for first. It was, however, the only serious goof of the new double-tryout system, and it was corrected in time. Hodge replaced Jeisy.
The confusion occurred because Hodge had finished behind Jeisy and Herman in an earlier elimination, the AAU decathlon championship, before he beat both in Los Angeles. The U.S. Olympic Board of Directors, embarrassed because the selection system had given the U.S. AAU winners automatic preference, decided to send all four to Tokyo and let the coaches decide the matter there. Only three could compete. The coaches voted unanimously for Emberger, Herman—and Hodge.
Which recalls how, in 1936, pretty, red-haired Alice Arden qualified for second place in the U.S. high jump, but the Olympic budget that year was only $350,000 and women's track was absolutely at the bottom of the budget. It required a last-minute collection taken up at dockside to get Alice aboard ship for Berlin. She is, of course, the mother of Rusty Hodge.
Anyone who has ever tried to keep a raccoon out of his garbage may well appreciate the achievement of Everglades National Park Ranger Max Holden, who seems to have discovered a way to keep raccoons out of his turtle eggs. Loggerhead and green turtles have been laying their eggs in great quantities from Lost-mans River to Cape Sable, the most southerly part of the vast Florida wild-lands, but until Holden came upon the scene only 10% or 15% of the nests survived the raccoons.
Holden first tried dog repellent. But raccoons are not dogs. Next he tried sprinkling salt water to de-scent the area. Same result. Nothing Ranger Holden used seemed to hide the turtles' scent from probing black noses until he tried moth flakes, sprinkling them along the beaches. The results have been encouraging, and Dr. Archie Carr, the University of Florida professor who is the world's greatest authority on turtles of all sorts, recently shipped 2,000 baby greens from the Caribbean to help restock the area.
Now there seems to be at least a chance that baby green turtles will grow up to be succulent adult turtles, ready to be eaten by people instead of by raccoons.
From the point of view of the turtle it must all seem pretty academic.
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