I would like to start off by saying I truly enjoyed your recent article, Babes in the Woods (July 11 and 18). It makes one feel good to know that there are such fine schools as the Outward Bound to teach young people, especially girls, how to survive in the wilderness.
However, there is one paragraph in Part 1 of the story that still perplexes me. Barbara La Fontaine wrote: "The next day the girls proved to have made out better than I had. Cathi Crowson and Devvie Booth greeted everyone with, 'We had a moose. What did you have?' "
Does this mean the girls actually killed a moose and ate it or just saw or captured it? I would very much appreciate an answer on this question since I have a bet with my girl friend.
Post Falls, Idaho
?The girls did not kill the moose. It came up to them and kind of snuffled around, while they, somewhat atremble, wondered what to do. "I think we ought to talk to it," said Cathi, to which Devvie replied, "What should we say?" Summoning up her courage, Cathi said, "Good morning, moose. How are you?" The moose stared at her a moment, turned and ambled away.—ED.
I have been a Chicago White Sox fan for 15 years—three-fourths of my life—and, if nothing else, that qualifies me as a full-fledged hater of the New York Yankees. I may not be as bitter as a lot of oldtimers out there in SPORTS ILLUSTRATEDland (19TH HOLE, July 25), but in my time I've seen enough of such Yankee stratagems as the back-to-back-to-back home runs, the game-saving circus catch and the patented Whitey Ford shutout to know whereof I speak.
Naturally I gloated last year when injuries, old age and changing times cut the pinstriped gods down to size. Viva la revoluti�n! The American League, at long last, was a democracy. But this year, heretical as it may sound, I find myself a little nostalgic for the Yankee mystique. It doesn't seem right, somehow, for the Yankees to come to town and be just another team. Beating them still seems like it should be an accomplishment, instead of something you have to do if you want to stay out of last place. So I'm a little disappointed that Ralph Houk isn't working the same magic this year that carried his crippled Bombers to the pennant in '63. I hope that next year he'll be a little more successful, so that I can start hating them again in good conscience.
BRENDAN G. TAYLOR
Fort Hood, Texas
KEY LARGO (CONT.)
All right—that did it (Perils of Paralysis, July 11)! It's time you guys realized golf has been knocked off its pedestal. It's not the high and mighty nonprofit sport it used to be. It is now a multimillion dollar business. So what's this business of hustle, hustle?
I'll tell you what's slowing the game down. Blame those thousands of guys like me, who just started playing. We get out in the fresh air and mix it up with a bunch of guys. So we're learning, and it takes time, but listen, fellas, you make me speed up, and I'll quit. Of course, all the dough we stupid characters spend on equipment, carts, fees, etc. is gone.
As for George Bayer's statement that amateurs "just waste time," I wonder how much business he'd do at his course if he didn't have those amateurs.
I'm with Nicklaus. What he and those boys do on a course is an art, and that's something you can't rush. Of course, if some of them don't care how they look on TV waggling their club 14 times, that's their business—maybe that's why their business is poor.
LESTER N. WEINSTEIN