Four wild animal notes from the PEOPLE world:
I—Up in Alaska we have Annabelle. Annabelle has athlete's foot—on all four feet. Since Annabelle is an elephant, that's a whole lot of athlete's foot, and it has the doctors baffled. They're not too baffled over the ailment. It's just that nobody can quite figure out how to get Annabelle to soak all four feet in four separate pans for one hour every day for at least a month.
II—And in South Dakota there is this bear. Grant Beck of Hot Springs was bringing in two bears and two mountain lions from Montana, and one of the bears escaped. All available law officers turned out, including Sheriff Jack Manke and his deputies, local game wardens and the highway patrol, and they finally cornered the bear at the edge of the Hot Springs business district. A local vet put him out with a tranquilizer, but not before the bear had given Manke a nasty nip near the right thumb. So you keep the bear to see if it has rabies, right? And where do you put a drugged bear? In the drunk tank of the Hot Springs jail, of course.
But don't go yet. Next thing that happens is that Sheriff Manke finds the other three animals unattended in a pen. So he corners Grant Beck, and Beck is fined $200 and costs and sentenced to 30 days in—you guessed it—the Hot Springs jail.
III—Meanwhile, down in Miami, Lowell Thomas was visiting an old friend in the Crandon Park Zoo, a rhinoceros named Mohan. The two had met in Nepal last year when the rhino's capture was the subject of a documentary film. Thomas offered Mohan a nice handful of greenery just to show him there were no hard feelings. When he turned around, Mohan bit him in the rear. Just to show Thomas there were plenty of hard feelings.
IV—And that goes for a 33-pound king mackerel in Louisiana, too. Fisherman Chuck Gogreve was standing there in his boat near Empire, La. casting into a school of fish when the mackerel jumped out of the water from behind him and sliced a cut in his arm that called for nine stitches. The fish landed in the boat, though, and now Gogreve has a genuinely interesting answer to the question, "What did you use for bait?"
Another of England's Great Train Robbers was paroled last weekend, but not, alas, everybody's favorite, Roy James. Roy James, before he took up robbing trains, was a Formula III race driver and a dandy silversmith. So with 30 years to while away in Parkhurst Prison, he decided to whip up a special trophy "to be awarded annually to the club or organization which makes the greatest contribution to motor sport." A friend, race driver Rodney Banting, brought him $1,000 worth of silver, but it was sort of uphill work. For one thing, James had no tools and had to make them himself. Then the silversmithing turned out to be so noisy that his fellow prisoners banished him to the nearest lavatory. James persevered, though, and finally produced a two-foot trophy valued at $5,000—Graham Hill presented it early this year to the first winner, the BBC motoring program Wheelbase. Enterprising of James (well, of course, we all knew he was enterprising) and sensible of the British prison system to allow inmates to pursue whatever crafts and hobbies they may wish. "Within reason, of course," a spokesman adds. "For instance, they are not allowed to make machine guns."
Golf Pro Jack Shubert of Fredonia, N.Y. has filed suit against Alan Peterson of Coraopolis, Pa. for $10,000—all because Peterson didn't take the advice Shubert claims he gave him and used a three-wood instead of a seven-or eight-iron to hit out of the rough. Well, sure, it's exasperating to have your advice ignored. But $10,000? Yes. Peterson's shot with the three-wood bounced off a tree, hit Shubert in the face and knocked out a tooth.
And now for a bit of golfing news from the Inscrutable-as-Ever East. The London Times reports that "Japanese golfers in New Delhi play so atrociously" that the local golf club won't let them tee off except around high noon, and in New Delhi that's high. The temperature usually breaks 100, which is more than the Japanese golfers seem likely to do, with handicaps running 50 and 60 or more, "If they are so terrible, then why do they play?" the Times asks rhetorically and answers, "Orders. They are business executives whose head offices specify that their men should socialise at all levels. In New Delhi, this means the golf club."
Well, what's so sociable about having to play alone when everybody else is off in the shade with a cool drink? Nothing, that's what, and we hereby give this week's Stiff Upper Lip Award to the Governor of the Japanese Golf Association, Shiki Jiya, for saying, "It is a great thing for many of us to report to our friends that we play golf in the sort of heat even the Indians cannot bear."