TO THOSE WHO WAIT
At 4:30 p.m. Friday, October 7, Steven Derr, 11, and Phillip Derr, 10, of Baltimore became fourth and fifth in line for bleacher seats for the third game of the World Series, which started at 1 p.m. Saturday, October 8. Mrs. Paul Derr, the boys' mother, dropped by at 8:30 p.m. with extra blankets. Paul Derr paid his sons a visit at 1 a.m., with submarine sandwiches. By that time, Steve had organized a touch football game that went on until 3 a.m. Then the boys slept for two hours. "Steve did," corrected Phillip. "I didn't sleep at all." At 8:30 a.m. Mrs. Derr brought hot chocolate.
The ticket window wouldn't be open until 10 a.m., and the line had grown so long that Mrs. Flora Mason and Miss Sally Montgomery of San Francisco had given up. The two Negro ladies, both Dodger fans wearing " L.A." caps, had flown in on the chance they could get tickets. Touched by their plight, Mrs. Derr who is white and freely admits she is disturbed by both the form and substance of the civil rights demonstrations she sees on TV, told Mrs. Mason and Miss Montgomery that her boys might let them have their tickets.
She broke the news to Steve first. ("I was scared to death," she admitted later.) Did he want to give his tickets to these disappointed ladies? "Well, you have to be polite," Steve explained afterward. "I said O.K., but then I had to go and tell Phillip." Said Phillip, "Oh, I don't care."
During the second inning of the third game, Mrs. Derr's phone rang four times before she left the TV set to answer it. She told the caller, a reporter, that the boys were asleep—partly from exhaustion, partly because they were determined to get back on line for tickets to the fourth game. In the third inning, at Memorial Stadium, Buzzie Bavasi, the Dodgers' vice-president, agreed with the reporter that it would be nice if the boys could have box seats behind the Dodger dugout under their pillows.
At 7 p.m. October 9, in a hotel room, Steven and Phillip accepted their reward from Buzzie, who hugged Steven. Buzzie is the kind of guy who hugs people, but usually not that fervently. Mrs. Den-needled Phillip. "If you weren't going to cry," she said, "why did you walk away?" "Just like you said," Phillip replied, "I'm publicity shy." Did the boys really want to give their tickets to those ladies? the reporter asked. "At first we didn't," Steve said and paused. "At second we didn't, either."
BHUTAN AND THE BEAST
The reason no Westerner has run across an Abominable Snowman is that we have been looking for them in Nepal, Sikkim and Assam, when all along they have been lurking in Bhutan. At least, so says the Bhutan Stamp Agency, which is inexplicably situated in Nassau, Bahamas. "The Bhutanese have heard that Westerners do not believe in the existence of the 'yeti' (as they call the 'Snowman')," the agency states. "This is of little concern to the Bhutanese, who regularly come across its tracks high in the mountain passes, and many have at one time or another seen the animal which can and will kill humans."
As evidence, the agency last week issued eight triangular stamps that show five different versions of the Snowman, reproduced from drawings in old Bhutanese manuscripts and from paintings on the walls of Bhutanese forts or dzong. The stamps come in 1 ch, 2 ch, 3 ch, 4 ch, 5 ch, 15 ch, 40 ch and 50 ch denominations. One hundred ch equal one Nu. One Nu equals about 14�.
On the 1 ch and 15 ch stamps the Snowman looks like a very large cockeyed cat with a pointed head. On the 2 ch it has the appearance of an immense, voluptuous female. On the 3 ch and 40 ch it resembles a gorilla or maybe a hairy, white-bearded old man. The 5 ch shows only the head, which is quite human and has prominent pointy ears, and the 4 ch and 50 ch portray a figure standing on its hind feet, with a bearded face and a tail. It looks a bit like a bear.