That old UCLA halfback, 25 years away from the game, finally got back to football when Jackie Robinson dauntlessly became general manager of the Brooklyn Dodgers—the newest franchise in the professional Continental League. Backed by Tea Merchant Jerry Jacobs, Grocer Harold Toppel and eight other businessmen, Robinson has plenty of money but so far 1) no players, 2) no coach and 3) no place to play. Apparently undismayed by such deficiencies, Robinson scheduled an August exhibition game with the league's Orlando Panthers. Says Jackie bullishly: "We are going to play some interesting football."
"The baby will be taught to swim as soon as possible, but we'll have to wait and see about competitive swimming," Australia's Dawn Fraser Ware promised last summer when she announced she was expecting her first child. Mum was as good as her word: Daughter Dawn Lorraine got her first dunking in a Sydney pool when she was one month old, and at 3 months (below) is learning the Australian crawl afloat as ashore. But Dawn herself, though still the best woman swimmer in the world, is beached by a 10-year suspension for cavorting in the Palace moat, etc. during the Tokyo Olympics, and is currently making plans to become a professional coach.
Being duly satisfied with the $18 million recreation area provided their team by the city of Atlanta, Braves Board Chairman Bill Bartholomay and General Manager John J. McHale turned thoughts to the teeming slums that all but encircle the magnificent new stadium. The Braves, therefore, have now established a Good Neighbor Program which will provide funds for the improvement of rundown neighborhood playgrounds and for the development of others. As a bonus, the team has promised the off-duty services of Hank Aaron, Billy O'Dell and a dozen other Braves to conduct playground clinics.
For England's showmen peers, who have opened their ancestral homes to the prying public to stay solvent, the competitive edge for the auxiliary attraction has become the ignoble preoccupation. Lord Montagu's antique car and motorcycle museum is rivaled in the people's affection, for example, by the Marquess of Bath's 50 lions, which prowl the premises of Longleat (a pound, please, and watch your step). Now, for the more seemly cause of a church benefit, Lord Brassey, second Baron of Apethorpe, has inaugurated Europe's first hovercraft derby over the lands and waters of his 26-acre park. Only single-seater amateur jobs will be admitted, says His Lordship, explaining the peculiar business in which the air-cushioned vehicles skim inches above the surface. And while speed won't be important, crashing into a fence or a bale of hay will cost points.
Give me the simple life in Latrobe, Pa., said Winnie Palmer, reflecting on the virtues of smalltown ways for big-time golfers like her husband. "It's this kind of town: Once when Arnold was in a bad slump," said Winnie, "he came out of it by winning the Thunderbird tournament while suffering from an abscessed tooth. When he got home, full of victory, the first neighbor he met didn't even mention the win. All he said was, 'Hiya, Arnie, how's the tooth?' "
Having just addressed a Fellowship of Christian Athletes conference one day last summer, Billy Graham seized the moment to tell Daughter Anne Morrow there was one fellow in particular he wanted her to meet. Billy's match struck fire, and come September Anne will marry Danny Lotz, a member of North Carolina's 1957 championship basketball team. Meanwhile, Danny has been recruited to help Dr. Graham put on the upcoming Great London Crusade. His assignment: attract as many British athletes as possible to the revival meetings.
Are the Cowboys an asset to Dallas? Owner Clint Murchison Jr. thought maybe he had the answer. According to reliable figures, he told the town's advertising club, "Cowboy games were seen on TV last year by 86 million individuals and had a total rating of 173 million viewers. The word ' Dallas' was used 114 times per game, or heard 19 billion times in all." When the team signed Halfback Bob Hayes last spring, said Murchison, "the word ' Dallas' appeared 191 million times in foreign papers—and 41,700,000,000 times in U.S. papers."it was the kind of information only a Texan could love.
By car, canoe and on foot, and heedless of the showers, Mary Hemingway explored the zigs and zags of the East Fork of the Little Miami River (below), all the while deploring plans of Army engineers to build a dam across it some 20 miles east of Cincinnati. Rather, said she, the whole area should be set aside as a state or national park for the benefit of the millions living within easy reach. "Here is a river virtually unpolluted, serene and hauntingly beautiful, flowing through a delightful valley which has retained the charming character that marked it 100 years ago." In a word, said Mary, "a miracle."