ALL-WORLD, I GUESS
When the U.S. finished 11th out of the 22 teams in the World Volleyball Championships in Czechoslovakia it was something of a surprise—the U.S. had been figured no better than 18th. Even more surprising was the composition of the All-World volleyball team picked after the championships. It was made up of two Czechs, a Russian, a Hungarian, a Red Chinese and Smitty Duke, who teaches Texas history at Bowie Junior High School in Irving, Texas.
Duke, 24, is no stranger to "all" teams; at the University of Dallas he was a three-time NAIA All-America baseball player, but his heart wasn't in it. "I was never satisfied with the conventional sports," he says. "I was always trying to find something else. It seems as though I've always been guided by a sort of master plan—one that inevitably brought me straight to volleyball. I've asked myself a dozen times what makes me so passionate about volleyball. Well, it's magnetic. Also, it's a 'down' sport. Once it gets a hold of you, you want to get it out in the open for everybody to know. People who are connected with it are fanatics. I'm fanatical about my conditioning, but I also get a lot of help. I mean that. It's true, believe me. When I don't want to run my wife makes me run at least a mile. She simply says, 'If you don't run you don't eat.' I run."
Becoming All-World hasn't gone to Duke's head. For one thing, hardly anyone knows about it; to date, no Texas newspaper has spread the news. In fact, Duke can't quite believe he is All-World. "There was a lot of confusion over there," he explains. "I heard all kinds of descriptions of what I'd won, mostly by sign language. I got a very nice solid-crystal decanter that says 'Volleyball World Championship' on it in Czechoslovakian, I guess. You think you might be able to let the Associated Press know about me being All-World? I'd sure like my old friends to know about it."
TRUE TO FORM
A horse named Cautcheetin finished first in a race at Beulah Park in Grove City, Ohio but was disqualified for interfering and placed second.
According to the old contest gag, first prize is a week in Philadelphia, second prize is two weeks in Philadelphia. This comes to mind because Birds Eye is running the National Football League Sweepstakes. As one of the first prizes, your kid's favorite NFL football player will visit you and your family for a day. There are 4,945 other prizes. According to the latest gag, the 4,945th is a two-week visit by Joe Don Looney.
WHERE'S JOE MUNDO?
Notre Dame is famous for its subway alumni, who are largely New York Irishmen feeling no pain who never went to Notre Dame, or near there, but who boisterously identify. For the past three years Ripon (pronounced Rippin') College of Ripon, Wis. has had its subway alumni, too—the Pennsylvania Subway Alumni Club. The club has 33 members, most of whom work for Michael Baker Jr., Inc. of Rochester, Pa.—a consulting-engineering firm—and none of whom had gone to Ripon or, for that matter, had heard of Ripon until the 1963 Ripon-Coe game was included in an office football pool as a gag. Ripon (which they mispronounced Rip-on)won, the club was straightaway founded and its members have been imbued with the Old Ripon spirit ever since.
They wear Ripon sweat shirts, wave Ripon pennants, paste Ripon decals on their windshields and Ripon stickers on their bumpers, and cover their books with Ripon book covers. Each week during the football season they send Ripon Coach John Storzer an inspirational telegram, and the club has held the Ripon Munch-On (a Girl Scout cooky raffle), the Ripon Chip-On (a golf tournament) and the Ripon Bowl-On (a bowling tournament) to raise funds for all the sweat shirts, pennants, decals, etc.
The club president is Joe Mundo, and before this year's Ripon-Coe game the membership talked him into driving the 650 miles to Ripon to see it in person. Mundo arrived unannounced, but his fame had preceded him. No sooner had he hit town than the cry was raised: "Where's Joe Mundo?" He must have been found, for he was the guest of honor at the Ripon Alumni Association reception, he got five guided tours of the Ripon campus and he met everyone from the Ripon president, Dr. Bernard S. Adams, down to Mrs. Aleen Bruce of the Ripon College Bookstore—the source of the sweat shirts, pennants, decals, etc.—with whom he had dinner. Mundo sat on the Ripon bench during the game ( Ripon won again 42-0) and returned to Rochester with snapshots of the Ripon campus and two game films, which will be shown at the next meeting of the Pennsylvania Subway Alumni Club.