And so they have. Since the end of the school term the youngsters have been sliding down the steep sides of the beautifully granulated gypsum dunes in the nearby White Sands National Monument and the desert beyond. Sand surfing, as it is called, is quite popular and has already resulted in its first broken leg.
CHANCE AT THE BIG TRY
In an average year, some 11,000 golfers shoot holes in one in the U.S. The record was set in 1961, with 12,888 aces.
It is a distinction, nonetheless, as any hole-in-oner will assure you. Or as the experience of the United Voluntary Services will testify. Last summer the UVS instituted its annual National Hole-in-One Contest, proceeds to go to UVS golf programs at veterans' hospitals and armed forces bases. The contest ran for a month, and the national winner was Captain M. R. Pruitt of Tyndall Air Force Base, Florida, who did not score a hole in one at all. His shot on the 170-yard 9th hole at the Tyndall AFB course came to rest six inches from the pin. That was the closest any contestant approached the ideal.
The contest is on again this year, during the month of July, and costs but a $1 contribution to UVS per try. Winners get trophies. Holes must be at least 110 yards long and supervised.
INVITATION TO THE FAIR
There is always something in the air in New York City: ticker tape and confetti, the music of Horowitz, sulphuric acid, carbon monoxide and carcinogenic benzopyrene. The Manhattan resident inhales daily the hydrocarbon equivalent of two packages of cigarettes. Because of these and other infestations of the city's burgoo-thick atmosphere, window washing and permanent waves cost the fastidious inhabitant an extra $800 annually, nylons run faster and even the statue of Sherman's horse in the park is dissolving. No one knows how much damage is being done to priceless paintings in the wonderful museums.
Nor is there any escape by submerging oneself at any of the city's beaches. A scuba diver, assuming he has filled his tank with proud Manhattan's air, has, at the recommended depth limit of 132 feet, enough pressure on his lungs to cause his tissues to absorb five times the amount of deadly carbon monoxide he would get at surface level. Using one of the 15,000 tanks that will be filled with Manhattan air this year, he could become poisoned with prolonged diving. The diver would be far better off sitting on the beach smoking a cigar.