In his acoustical arena the leisurely listener may hear not only the Mad Scene from Lucia, but the mad scene from Le Mans in the breathless baritone of Stirling Moss, accompanied by a full chorus of Ferraris. The enthusiast of motor sports may also have 12 inches of the Indianapolis 500, Craig Breedlove breaking the land-speed record at Bonneville, hot rods, drags, hydroplanes, motorcycle scrambles and stock cars being demolished. At the other end of the sonic scale are sounds of insects, sea animals and the UCLA basketball team.
The living-room sportsman can learn from records how to bowl, boat, fish, golf, skin dive, fly, play baseball, bridge, the banjo, the bongo and the bugle, how to relax, reduce and dance the polka. He can even learn ship-to-shore communications in Swahili.
One company has managed to bridge the gap between the passive playback and the still active player. The hunter who cannot afford a kennel of hounds need only carry a pack of pushbutton beagles in his portable tape recorder. To flush his quarry he just trips the switch, and his hounds are in full cry.
On first hearing that the New York Racing Association was going to spend $3� million to refurbish Saratoga Racetrack, we blanched. The idea of the NYRA whacking its way through the elmed loveliness of a charming, 102-year-old racecourse was not pleasant to contemplate. Before beginning work on Saratoga the NYRA had managed to knock down beautiful Belmont Park and to build a nonracetrack of cement and plastic called Aqueduct. What, we wondered, would they do to storied Saratoga?
This week Saratoga opens once again for its annual four-week meeting, and we are happy to report that this time the NYRA has done an excellent job of blending the new with the old. There is no law against hoping that the NYRA, now apparently on a hot streak, will take another look at Aqueduct and find a method of combining some of the attractive old with all that tasteless new.
NAMU N.G. AT B.O.
Despite all the cheers and tootling bands that greeted his arrival in Seattle, Namu the whale may yet go back to sea. Few residents have been willing to pay $1.50 to see him in his pen. "If the public will not maintain this whale, I fully intend to release him," said Edward Griffin, Namu's owner.
Doing slow belly rolls in his cage, a possible indication of illness, Namu settled one thing. Unlike a killer whale who had to be renamed Moby Doll after death, Namu is now officially identified as a male.