The Modesto relays was Willie's debut into big-time track, but those who have been following him since his high school days here in Yakima, Wash, have felt all along he could run with the world's best.
As sports editor of the Yakima dailies, I have watched Willie develop since his days in Washington Junior High School. He ran the 100-yard dash in 10.2 as a ninth-grader. As a 16-year-old junior he peeled off 12 straight wins in the 100 and won the state dash in 9.7. He also won 12 straight 220s and took the state 220 in 21.4. That was a record, since it was the first time that event had been run on the curve.
As a senior Willie was undefeated again in the 100 and 220, stringing 12 more victories in the 100, including a 9.6 effort in the state finals, and 12 more winning 220s, including a new record 21.3 for the 220.
Turner's string of victories came to a halt in the Seattle Indoor Games on Feb. 5 when he lost to Harry Jerome in the prelims to the 60-yard dash. Jerome was clocked at 6.3, Willie at 6.4. In the finals Jerome won at 6.1, and Willie finished third at 6.3.
Willie has not lost in the 100 or 220 in six outings as a member of the Oregon State freshman squad this spring. He flew 220 in 20.7 at the Highline (Wash.) Relays for an OSU and Highline record. He also ran 9.5 in the 100 to equal the OSU varsity mark.
In summary, since his junior year in high school, Willie has been beaten only by world-record holders ( Jerome, Hines and Smith).
Re James Lipscomb's article, Getting the Elbow Is a Pain (June 5), I experienced many of the same frustrations with tennis elbow, but I never quit playing. I tried the aspirin diet, cortisone shots, "magic" massages and heat treatments. I even switched to playing left-handed (and to playing much weaker opponents!), until that elbow started to hurt, too. Then came the final solution: I used two hands! After two and a half years my tennis elbow subsided. I'm now a permanent convert to the two-handed grip. But here's the best news of all: the guy who suggested and improved my two-handed game is very much alive. He's Stan Drobac, coach of Michigan State University's Big Ten tennis champions.
East Lansing, Mich.
ART CRITICS (CONT.)
I spent all day thinking of Bob Crozier, S.J. and his "safari" to Indy. Congratulations to him and to SI for the beautiful article on what it is like to be thrilled with the "big" cars (The Spirit of Indy, May 29). It is true that a true fan identifies with the drivers and certainly wishes them no harm. I feel like an honorary Pitgree, having grown up across from the grandstand of State Fair Park, which is in West Allis, Wis., not in Milwaukee, as mentioned in the article. I don't mean to split hairs but it is family pride that prompts me to write this. My grandfather was very instrumental in selling the state the land for the track, etc., and he took great pride in the city of West Allis, as all the natives do. We were used to being hummed to sleep by the "midgets" on Thursday evenings. And I had a reserved scat in the front-lawn chestnut tree for the "big" car 300s. We choked through the years of the dirt track and remember the quiet summer it was converted to asphalt. The neighborhood favorite was the immortal No. 99.
A fine literary work. Thank you.
My sincerest congratulations to Father Crozier, Bob Stanley and Art Director Richard Gangel for putting together a true masterpiece on the Indianapolis 500. Its unusual and refreshing approach set it apart from the drab articles that sometimes darken your pages. I look forward to more articles that have a new and interesting approach.
South Kent, Conn.