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Next it was Willie Mays's turn. Willie made a tape over the phone that was played on nine radio stations. "This is Willie Mays..." he said. "You know Channel 2 is carrying a special program tonight between the Atlanta Braves and the Giants at 6 o'clock. I, for one, wish and hope that each and everyone will be tuned in and wishing us well. Of course, I'll be out in center field trying to do my best at all times."

The Giants waived rights fees, and their announcers, Russ Hodges and Lon Simmons, performed without pay. KTVU waived air-time charges and the Giants' four sponsors agreed to assume any out-of-pocket expenses.

It is, of course, nearly impossible to determine who watched the game, and what those who did would have been doing if it had not been on, but the rioting stopped shortly after 6 p.m.


When he was sentenced, George Brookes, 26, a window cleaner residing in Third Cross Road, Twickenham, England, cried out: "This shatters me. It never should be life. A month, yes." The sentence imposed upon Brookes was not to life imprisonment, as might be supposed, but to permanent banishment from the grounds of his favorite soccer team, Fourth Division Brentford, a London club—for shouting obscenities.

Brentford has been an unfortunate team to root for, as it most generally loses. "I've been going along to watch them loyally for years, hoping they would improve someday," Brookes says. Indeed, he has been supporting Brentford since he was 4 years old. That's a lot of dismal afternoons on the terraces, and we raise a pint to young Brookes when he says, "I admit I said the words. It only happened because I'd had a few beers. You can't watch Brentford sober."

In various cities in the U.S. it is possible to lift the phone and Dial-A-Prayer, Dial-A-Stock, Dial-A-Movie, Dial-A-Saint (you hear a short biographical sketch of the saint of the day), and listen to a recorded message describing President Eisenhower as a Commie, but in only one city can you, in effect, Dial-A-Surf. If in Los Angeles—where else?—you dial 379-8471, you will hear a recording like this: "This is the L.A. Parks Department with the morning surf report. South Bay beaches: air 65, water 65; wind is NE by 6. Skies are sunny and the visibility is two miles. Waves are one to two foot, and the shape is poor. Swim or surf by manned lifeguard tower."


Some women crochet bedspreads and some raise African violets. Mrs. Al Szuch of Reno Beach, Ohio hatches snapping turtles under the lilac bush in the front yard. Mrs. Szuch is married to a man in the bait-selling, fish-cleaning, turtle-purveying line, and about five years ago she got to thinking that an awful lot of snapping turtles were being taken out of Lake Erie. The Szuchs alone accounted for 1,000 last spring, and it seemed to Mrs. Szuch that it might not be long before they disappeared.

"I began to collect the eggs as they were cleaning the turtles," she says. "I took about 100 and buried them in the sand under a lilac bush. I forgot about them, and one night in September we were sitting on the front porch when I noticed half a dozen turtles moving across the lawn. The next morning they were all over the place." Encouraged, Mrs. Szuch refined her technique: she put the eggs in a box of sand under a light, releasing the little turtles, when the time came, into the Cooley Canal.

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