Only once, when we girls were older, did we go to Coney Island to bathe—not that it wasn't a popular beach. And only once did I take a round-trip boat ride from the city to Coney Island. To us, Coney Island really meant excitement, color and lights, though we would arrive in the afternoon and generally leave shortly after the lights went on.
We generally went to Luna Park first. It had nice crowds and exciting rides. Then we'd go across the street to Dreamland. I do remember the incubator babies.
And once in a while we would walk down to Steeplechase Park, where the one "must" was to ride on the mechanical racetrack—at least once, and, if lucky, twice.
There will never be a Coney Island like that again. "But what corn!" exclaims the upper and lower bourgeoisie of today. Little do they know how good old "corn" brings out that deep, deep belly laugh and those wild, hilarious memories.
A Long Day in a Boy's World (Aug. 21) was a real nugget. Every man, son and father who once strode such paths or wet a line in such a stream in the course of living such a long day must be most grateful for this photographic gem.
I have long appreciated SPORTS ILLUSTRATED for bringing me the thrill of sporting events and happenings I could never hope to attend. Now you stimulate the spiritual man within. The need is strong for the likes of this simple masterpiece—most especially in the light of the present-day bombings and billions, supersonics, supersex and superscurry.
LESLIE E. COLLINS
I have just finished reading the article, "I Want My Bloody Game Back" (Aug. 28), and after the way Derek Morgan talks, he can have it back. For one thing, soccer is not very exciting or high scoring. It's not much fun watching grown men kick a ball up and down the field. The reason people get mad when a TV commercial causes them to miss seeing a goal is that it will probably be the only score of the game.
For another thing, soccer is soccer and football is football. The reason Americans wear armor, as Mr. Morgan puts it, is that American football is tougher and bloodier than Mr. Morgan's soccer. As for the World Cup final, I would miss 2 billion of them to see one Super Bowl football game.
For a man who claims to like our games Mr. Morgan sure did put down football. But since I have the decency to say I don't like Mr. Morgan's game, I guess we're friends.
Derek Morgan is so right. Having spent a summer here watching what a combination of second-class performers and commercial TV can do to a beautiful game, I am fleeing home. London's football grounds may be ill-appointed, the weather may be appalling, there may be no half-time entertainment, but at least there is soccer.