Deep down in the lanes with Lady Bird
Barbara La Fontaine
March 18, 1968
They are so well hidden in the labyrinthian cellars of the White House that it takes a First Lady to find them. The President's wife, it develops, is not only a fine bowler, she shines even with flashbulbs popping in her face
"Mr. Taylor, what do you think I ought to do? To the left of the third? No—oh, oh! I couldn't hit my own ankle that time. Oh, brrrrrrrr. Now let's see. Try to make it go over the second one to the left?" And later, "I got two strikes in a row!"
Proceeding in this way, Lady Bird Johnson finally rolled a 174, a splendid score for a 120 bowler sighting into strange lights, faced by several photographers and worried that a wild delivery was going to leap both the gutter and the lane divider and demolish a camera. Mrs. Johnson seemed pleased, the photographers were pleased, the press secretaries were pleased. Only Taylor of the mail division seemed unhappy. "If she hadn't lost her balance that once," he mourned, "she would have broken 200 for the first time."