"Barracuda," Frank said.
Bill MacPhail left for a neighboring trailer to get a Coke, and when he returned he asked if Chirkinian was happy with the Whitaker opening that had been tested earlier.
"It'll be fine," Frank said. "I'll stick some spurs in him just before we go on."
Dolph leaned forward and reminded Frank that he should use as much stop-action stuff as possible because Paley likes it.
"Paley who?" Frank said, without turning around.
Just then Roland Vance—earphones on, stopwatch uplifted, papers spread out before him—said that it was seven minutes to go. At about the same time, the truck door opened and in came several CBS friends, none of them wearing green jackets. They were Dave Marr and his wife Susan, Bruce Crampton and his wife Joan, Charlie Conerly, the ex- New York Giant quarterback, and his wife Perian, and a pretty plantation owner from Houston named Eloise Rowan.
Dolph said, "What's the story on the bigger truck we ordered?"
Everyone crammed in. Chirkinian lit his 97th cigarette of the day, sat up a little straighter in his folding chair, adjusted his headset like a bomber pilot in flak and said that great thing which people in television enjoy saying so much:
"One and a half 'til air."
As Roland Vance started waving his arms, Chirkinian went on talking. "Whit, we've got a good tournament here. The scores are close. Everybody's in there with a chance—Palmer, Nicklaus, all the guys.... Hey! You guys downstairs. I want that scoreboard up to date right now.... Get the stop-action on Nicklaus ready. We'll get into that pretty quick, Cary..."