What is 4 feet 11� inches tall, wears a pink sweater, black slacks and lavender sneakers and runs around the reservoir in Central Park at least once a week? An opera singer. Elaine Malbin (below), who runs to improve her breath control, says she must "get back in shape" after a European trip, particularly since her next engagement is in Colorado. "Singers often get dizzy and breathless until they acclimate to the altitude," says Miss Malbin. "It happened to me before in Denver." Miss Malbin had better make that two laps around the reservoir. Denver's altitude is 5,280 feet; Central City, where she will do Massenet's Manon for eight weeks, is 8,560 feet up.
One of the best-known of those footsore winners of a consolatory beef stew at the Boston Marathon was Dr. Erich Segal, playwright and Yale professor. How did Professor Segal escape from his Monday class to run? Simple. He scheduled an exam and had a proctor conduct it. Segal passed his own personal exam—the 26 miles 385 yards in 2:57:36.
Representative Charles Weltner, Democratic Congressman from Atlanta and a man of commendable energy, built a tree house for his four children. Very soon he got an apparently clairvoyant letter from a small constituent. "Please send me tree-house plan," the letter said. Congressman Weltner consulted the Library of Congress for some good tree-house plans and found it had none, so he sketched his own plan and sent it to the young man. The boy built the tree house. His friends saw it and wanted tree houses of their own. Word spread and demand grew. Now, with the spring rush on, Weltner is mimeographing the sketched plan and sending a copy to any boy who requests one. "Tree-house building is good grass-roots politics," says Congressman Weltner.
Jack Nicklaus has been named Sportsman of the Month by the Chunky Candy Corporation. He will receive, as his award, a year's supply of candy bars. Old Nick candy bars.
Last place in the first-ball league: Mayor Tom Johnson of Thomasville, N.C., scheduled to open the Thomasville Hi-Toms' Western Carolinas League season, got his sign, wound up and threw. Unfortunately, he threw wide—way wide. Hit by pitched ball: Sharon Finch, Miss North Carolina, while talking with a television sportscaster well out of the normal strike zone.
Robert Wagner's requisition for a fourth term as mayor of New York just might not be filled quite as mechanically as the previous three. Jackie Robinson, a tradition-breaker in baseball, too, "scored incredibly well" in a poll conducted recently by the New York Young Republican Club.
Dr. Harvey C. Bunke, new president of Western Washington State College, is an avid skier and mountaineer, a sailor and island explorer. He also zips down the sidewalk in front of the presidential residence on a skateboard. The Blue Bird branch of the Camp Fire Girls should have been forewarned. When Dr. Bunke and 9-year-old daughter Christine were invited to participate in the Blue Birds' annual kite-flying contest, the Bunke team not only won but put kites up in still air and conducted them through aerial acrobatics. Turns out that Bunke, when he was a young faculty member at the State University of Iowa, spent many hours with students applying theories of aerodynamics to kite-flying and construction. The Blue Birds had been had by pros.
Four-year-old John Kennedy won his first skiing championship. Competing at Stratton Mountain on Easter Sunday, John-John collected more Easter eggs than any other contestant. "He got a whole sackful," said an official of the egg hunt on skis.
Jim Norris, millionaire owner of the Chicago Black Hawks, was sitting around playing 10� limit seven-card stud with some hockey writers. "Jim, were you really serious about the million-dollar offer you made for Frank Mahovlich?" asked one writer, looking up from his cards. "I certainly was," Norris said. "I'll tell you something else. Right now I'd give Toronto a million and a half for Mahovlich and Bob Pulford." The writers looked impressed. "It's your call," said one finally. "The bet's a dime." Norris checked his cards, then tossed them away. "Not worth it," he said.
The name was the same. The physical resemblance was startling. His moves revived memories among oldtimers. Lawrence Peter Berra caught a flawless game, threw out a would-be base stealer and drove in the winning run. There the similarity ended. Montclair ( N.J.) Academy's 15-year-old catcher batted right-handed. And Yogi's son used a Camilo Carreon mitt.