It has been a while since we had a candidate for the Walking-the-Plank Trophy, but here comes John Gronouski, ex-Postmaster General, ex-Ambassador to Poland and current head of the LBJ School of Public Affairs at the University of Texas. Yup, here he comes now, fully dressed, walking out on the diving board over his brand-new swimming pool to make sure everything's just right for his brand-new swimming pool party. And there he goes now: Splash! Seems the diving board has not yet been attached.
Ethel Kennedy canoed down Georgia's Chattahoochee River recently, taking with her "in case there had been any trouble," as The New York Times put it, Fran Tarkenton, Rafer Johnson and Jim Whittaker. You know—Fran Tarkenton, Rafer Johnson and Jim Whittaker, the canoeists?
Women playing rugby? Well, sure, it is something of a rage now in Paris—and here to prove it are some of the lovely ladies from two of the typical teams. A newsman, hunting for just the right quote, asked if such a hearty sport didn't tend to develop the girls in all the wrong places. "It all depends," said one girl named Sylvie, "on which way you look at it, doesn't it, monsieur?" So much for snappy quotes. Now guess if one of the girls in the accompanying picture is Sylvie.
Everybody remembers the "Naked Came the Stranger, Growling Came the Dog" item from last week, right? Well, this week we bring you "Naked Came the Cricket Team, Growling Came Officials of the University of Cape Town," where 11 male students have been fined for playing cricket naked outside a women's dormitory.
Marty Robbins, the country music star who gave us such zingy hits as A While Sport Coat and a Pink Carnation and Big Iron, suited up for Charlotte, N.C.'s World 600 stock car race and qualified at a little over 150 mph in one of race winner Bobby Allison's old cars. "Bobby told me he was going to make a couple of changes to make the car faster," Robbins says, "but I told him the car was running just about as fast as I wanted to go." And durned if Marty didn't go out there and finish 15th which, presumably, was about as close to winning as he wanted to come.
It is Stiff Upper Lip Time again in England, where the week produced this crop of croppers:
Seagoing losers included the gentleman above, who met with disaster during the Offshore Tin Bath Race held at Cowes. His tin bathtub was equipped with pedals, but in order to work them you have to not fall out.
Then came Prime Minister Edward Heath. The P.M. also was racing at Cowes but the wind failed. Heath's Morning Cloud II drifted into David Powell's Mersea Oyster and he decided to retire.
By the way, Heath was racing in the Admirals' Cup Series—not the Tin Bath Race.
Meanwhile, Prince Philip was falling off his polo pony again, in a match at Windsor Great Park. That hurt a little. Then his side was beaten by a team of Americans. That hurt a lot.