SI Vault
January 11, 1965
Decrease font Decrease font
Enlarge font Enlarge font
January 11, 1965


View CoverRead All Articles View This Issue
1 2 3 4 5


There is grumbling among golf pros who have returned to southern resorts from their summer jobs up North, and the grumbling forebodes establishment of a union with closed shop aspirations. The golf clubs, the pros contend, give them no job security and precious little in the way of pay. They receive minimal salaries and are expected to eke out what they can from the profits of the pro shop and from giving lessons. But then, when the shop becomes profitable, the club takes over its operation and if the pro does not like that arrangement, he can always quit. Or so says Ben Toski, who winters at the Rolling Hills Club, Fort Lauderdale, Fla.

What the pros are thinking of is the appointment of a John L. Lewis of golfdom, one who will draft a uniform set of rules under which pros are to be hired. They would have the Professional Golfers' Association pass a rule whereby, if a member were to be fired by a club without due cause, no other PGA member would be permitted to take the job. The next step? Why, unionized caddies, of course. Golf carts are unfair, etc.


On New Year's Day at Katie Schoenberger's C Lazy U Ranch near Granby, Colo., a dude ranch in summer and a ski resort in winter, there were winter sports outside, and inside there were TV football, brandy milk punch, whiskey sours and a continuous buffet. A few days later Mrs. Schoenberger was preparing to close down the ranch for the winter, despite every indication of a prosperous season.

The reason is that Mrs. Schoenberger is carrying on the work that she and her late husband did for so many years—raising money for the U.S. ski team. In the past, most of the money was raised by sending out letters to ranch guests but now Mrs. Schoenberger wants to devote full time to the ski team. It is a gesture that, she estimates, will cost her $30,000 in gross income this winter, but it is also a cause that is dear to her heart. She will embark on a tour of large companies (to which she has been introduced by one or another of her guests) and hopes to raise at least $10,000 for the training funds of the FIS and Olympic teams.

"It may be a lot more," she says, "but I hope it will not be less. One or two large donations and the trip would be a success."

All good wishes, Katie Schoenberger.


The French take their food seriously, and there are no I-hate-to-cook books published in Paris. So the new French cookbook, Les Grandes Heures de la Cuisine Fran�aise, comes as a surprise; for though the title is solemn, the contents are rollicking. They include Alexandre Dumas' own punch—a suave mixture of rum, sugar, Souchong tea, lemon juice, orange juice and Indonesian arrack, served very hot—and tennis-racket chops. These last are the invention of Filippo Marinetti, the Italian poet who founded the futurist movement in 1909 with a resounding manifesto that demanded the destruction of the past—including museums—in order to free the rising generation of writers and artists.

Continue Story
1 2 3 4 5