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June 07, 1971
So Robert Redford hadn't been on a tennis court for nine months and was a little rusty, and a little sore, having separated a shoulder climbing down a tree for his latest film (Mountain Man—the one where he wrestles the grizzly bear). And New York's Mayor John Lindsay has been having political troubles and is a worse player than Redford, anyway. All of this may explain why the two of them were handily defeated in an impromptu match by Pierre Leval and Herbert Lieberman, a couple of regulars at Manhattan's West Park Racquet Club.
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David Lake commutes on roller skates from a downtown Chicago train station to his office, 14 blocks away. It's his contribution toward stopping automobile pollution, but "skating is a lot more effort than I expected," he does admit.

Roll on, Dave! You darn near made Environmentalist of the Week, but—ah—about that cigar....

Now At Least Some Of It Can Be Told Department:

Ex-Prime Minister Harold Wilson's book The Labour Government 1964-70, A Personal Record will be out in late July. For those who prefer to skip the dull parts and go straight to the good stuff, we can report that Wilson includes a conversation with Charles de Gaulle about the game of patience (solitaire)—"I compared notes with him: in my days as Leader of the Opposition from 1963-64, I used to enjoy the game," Wilson confides to his readers. " 'But,' I asked him, 'do you cheat?'...His short answer was that there were situations in which this was justified."

Shocking, yes, but one must bear in mind that only a strong-minded leader could have raised France up in her darkest hour. De Gaulle will be forgiven. But what of Harold Wilson, who never revealed whether he himself cheats or not? Wilson may go down in history as just an old tattletale.

Muhammad Ali speaking at Virginia Tech, asked for a volunteer from the audience to help demonstrate the famed Ali shuffle. Charlie Lipscomb 6'6", 230-pound starting center for Virginia Tech's basketball team, obliged—if "obliged" is the word for bopping the ex-champ in the mouth and drawing blood. Ali cheerfully gave Lipscomb his autograph, written in—what else—the blood, saying, "Show this to your grandchildren. It ought to make you famous."

We figure the autograph is the Heirloom of the Year—and those guys in Texas ought to call Wilt Chamberlain back up.

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