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January 31, 1966
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January 31, 1966


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Stuck for a center last weekend when Wally Boyer was sidelined with a pulled muscle, Toronto Maple Leaf Manager Punch Imlach had to rummage around in his minor league affiliates for a replacement. The best available, he decided, was an 18-year-old high school student playing Junior A hockey with the Toronto Marlboros. This was slightly sticky, since Marlboro Center Brent Imlach happens to be Punch's son.

"What am I supposed to do—not call him up just because his name happens to be Imlach?" asked Imlach. "I just said to myself, 'Pretend his name is Smith.' "

So Smith got his chance. He showed hustle, he showed future, but he didn't show off. In fact, what with youngsters getting brasher and brasher, his modesty was rather refreshing. "In the warmup before the game the kid didn't take one shot on the net," Imlach said, and it was true. The boy just sort of skated around looking embarrassed at being good enough to make the NHL.

You get a tot to like with a Marlboro.


A Spokane 16-year-old with more initiative than most citizens is sponsoring a proposal to outlaw no-deposit nonreturnable bottles in the state of Washington. Since Randall Dahmen is not 21, his father will actually file the initiative, but Randy himself is rounding up the necessary 100,670 signatures and the $20,000 to cover the cost of printing and circulating petitions. He already has almost enough support, he says.

Young Mr. Dahmen was impelled to act by two recent incidents: his dog was badly cut by a broken beer bottle "clear out in the wilderness" and he found a beach "so cluttered with glass you couldn't get to the lake." A lot of people shared his anger, and he felt encouraged to start his petitioning.

The senior Dahmen, incidentally, owns a store, and it sells beer—but only in returnable bottles.


There is more to a slot machine than losing your quarter. It's those sounds: you know, clink, krump, chung, and then, after the whirr, the final awful clung, clung, clung. Fascinating. But when you think of it, all that sound and fury, usually signifying two cherries and a lemon, does not test the athletic skills of the player.

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