I would hope that the people connected with baseball would give serious consideration to ideas along the lines of this proposal.
GUILLERMO R. SANCHEZ
South Orange, N.J.
I propose in order to brighten up the disgruntled who are statistic-minded, that we go back to the scoring rules of the 1887 National League season (no American League yet) when bases on balls counted as hits in the averages. This was the only season it was used. Just think how it would improve the averages overall and how happy many would be. Cap Anson led the league that year with a .421 average. It definitely takes as much skill to get a base on balls as it does to hit an infield "bleeder." At mid-season 1968 the American League as a whole was hitting .223. If the bases on balls are added in as hits and at bats the league would be hitting a not too fantastic .290. Each team averaged about 250 walks.
This may be just the stimulus baseball needs.
FRANCIS A. HARDING JR.
East Brunswick, N.J.
AGED TO PERFECTION
Tut, tut, Dan Jenkins, that's a "lot of junk" about young (48) Julius Boros being "the oldest man ever to win a major golf championship" (The Junkman Cools It, July 29). Julie has done more for today's middle-aged-and-older golfers than all the spoiled near-millionaires grousing their tortuous rounds over the "unfair" fairways which "bedevil" these tournaments. Quickly, quietly, graciously, modestly, Boros wends his cheery way. No charger, no dallier, no miracle man, Julius gets results that few have ever accomplished. But oldest? No, not yet. But perhaps Julius—if he is still playing 10 years from now—could do it. I would not wager against him.
In 1933 at the age of 55, Michael Scott of England won the British Amateur, a truly prestigious tournament. Although he tried many times, Bobby Jones won it just once, three years before, to register his famous 1930 grand slam. Other winners like Law-son Little, Charles Yates, Roger Wethered, Cyril Tolley, Bill Turnesa and Joe Carr are names to be remembered, but no one comes close—at least in age—to matching the feat of Scott. In that week he probably played over twice as many holes as the customary 72-hole championship. How a man of 55 could do it is impossible to comprehend.
So hats off to Boros; he's today's best influence on the game. But let's not forget Michael Scott. He may even be Julie's inspiration!
EDWARD R. HANNA
THE BLACK ATHLETE (CONT.)
One result of your series (The Black Athlete—A Shameful Story, July 1-29) has been the appointment on this campus of a joint faculty-student committee to reassess completely our entire athletic program, including, of course, the kinds of problems Mr. Olsen described. The committee, which includes Negro members, is determined to get a full and correct picture of athletics here and is resolved that, in its final report and in its recommendations, nothing will be glossed over.
University of Texas at El Paso
Another black athlete at UTEP hates conditions there so much he's recruiting his brother from New York to play basketball. This disgruntled athlete is Nate Archibald, our great soph guard of last year.
D. M. WARE
Having been a black St. Louisan for 30 years, I must say that your final installment of The Black Athlete was almost a composite description of community relations here. There are white people here who are willing to let a person rise or fall on his own merit, and some are ready to work for racial progress (this does not necessarily mean integration, because integration is not a complete or cure-all answer), but too many cannot stand up by themselves because of a severe case of "no-spine-itis." The main symptom is a fear of condemnation by other whites. This was the situation on the football Cardinals. The press here was surely aware of the racial situation before the players presented their case. Was there any mention of it? No!
The problem here and throughout the United States is that too many whites are willing to follow the racist few. Stand up, white America; the blacks have.
DE SILVER R. SMITH