Well, hooray for Dan Jenkins and his fine article on John Huarte (A Star Is Born—Too Late, Aug. 16). Maybe Huarte is getting only $200,000, but he's a darn good quarterback.
It seems to us that Dan Jenkins supports the performance of John Huarte at the expense of several other players. Certainly Huarte's fine play is worthy of praise, but isn't it possible that Navy's Pat Donnelly was himself responsible for his one-handed catch that gave the All-Stars and Huarte a key first down? And perhaps he could and would play pro ball were he free of his naval obligation. Wasn't it Oklahoma's Lance Rentzel who gave the All-Stars their second touchdown with a diving catch in the end zone? And perhaps it was because of and not in spite of a Yale man that Huarte was able to engineer the All-Stars' first touchdown.
For a guy who kicked a 36-yard field goal and an extra point, and in addition caught a touchdown pass in the driving rain, Chuck Mercein of Yale received some pretty rough treatment from Dan Jenkins ("even a Yale man couldn't drop it"). Just remember that for the first 40 minutes of the 1965 College All-Star game the score was Browns 24, Mercein 3, and that the Ivy League's one "unlikely" star accounted for 10 of the Stars' 16 points.
STEPHEN N. GOLDSTEIN
When will SI stop deprecating Ivy League athletes? While few Ivy Leaguers make it as big as Yale's Mike Pyle did with the Bears, it might just be that graduating Ivy athletes have something better to do with their lives than professional sports, which is the main ' "cup of tea" for many of the graduating athletes of the "Oscaloosa Southerns" and the "Siwash Westerns." Witness Princeton's basketball All-America Bill Bradley, now turned Rhodes scholar!
Let us finally recognize that the Ivies are not playing by " Little League" rules—but by the same rules as all other NCAA colleges.
LOREN H. NAUSS JR.
I am sad over the missed opportunities in the article Jouncy Journey in a New Parkland (July 26). To do simple justice to your readers and to one of the challenging, unspoiled areas of our land, someone who knows and loves the Canyonlands should write a factual article for you about its mysteries and beauties.
One March I, too, had the rare experience of sleeping in the snow in Canyonlands. It was in Salt Creek Canyon beside a spring. We rode horseback in the dark through four-foot-high sagebrush to reach it. After supper around the fire, talking of our Moki neighbors of 700 years ago and of the brilliance of the starred sky, we crawled into our sleeping bags. Next morning the world was white over the silver sagebrush and vivid red-rock walls.
Zane Grey caught the excitement of the Canyonlands area in stirring adventure tales. Here are a multitude of strange redrock pinnacles and shapes; the almost unknown cliff-barriered junction of two of America's greatest rivers; the excitement of untouched prehistoric ruins, petroglyphs and pictographs; and high over it all the snow-capped 11,000-foot La Sal mountain range seemingly near enough to touch. Is it any wonder that many of those who visit Canyonlands with open eyes place its total assets ahead even of the Grand Canyon?
Your lady writer seemed merely bored.
Re the masterpiece by Alice Higgins, it is obvious from the tone of her account that she is one of those refined individuals from "out East" who, to paraphrase one of your other writers, has no more idea of Western land and living than what is spewed out of the TV tube as being "Marlboro Country.""