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June 28, 1971
CANONEROSirs:Of all the tormented logic in your publication, a zenith was reached with your June 14 cover headline, Canonero Should Not Have Run. The week before the Belmont (SCORECARD, June 7) you described the poor horse as scarcely able to limp out of his stall. Then he leads the pack most of the race and comes in a very respectable fourth. By that line of reasoning, the nine horses he beat should not have been entered, either. Perhaps only the winning horse should have been permitted to run.
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June 28, 1971

19th Hole: The Readers Take Over

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Does Bob Woodruff really think a mustache means drugs? Should Groucho Marx be banned from TV along with Derek Sanderson? If sport is going to attract fans and athletes from a generation that leans toward mustaches, beards and long hair, if it is to offer an alternative to "dropping out and turning on," wouldn't it do a better job by letting some of its heroes adopt fashions that will appeal to that generation?

In reply to Tennessee Football Coach Bill Battle who says kids are rebelling against "inconsistency by established authority," I would say, rather, they are rebelling against the foolish consistency which, as Emerson said, "is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines." Had Emerson lived longer, he might have added, "and little professors and athletic directors and coaches."
New Bedford, Mass.

In my opinion, Bill Skinner has no real problem. He had the choice of shaving off his mustache and competing for the university that is providing his education, or of keeping the handlebar and becoming independent. Skinner made his decision and should realize that his present status is the result of that decision and not the decision of the athletic department at Tennessee. Because he could not live within standards that hundreds of other athletes have been able to accept, I doubt that Skinner is as mature as Mr. Brown suggests.

Having been a captain of one of the minor sports at Tennessee, I realize how much athletes who participate in minor sport programs live in the shadow of the football and basketball players. Unfortunately, the minor sports are dependent upon football and basketball. Most athletes realize this and attempt to work within the system to improve their respective programs. However, there are a few, such as Skinner, who attempt to destroy the whole for their own selfish gains.
Warner Robins, Ga.

I find it almost impossible to believe that there are "educated" people who feel mustaches are an image of drug taking. If this is the case, some of this country's most respected citizens should be informed.
FPO San Francisco

The article An Old Hand With a Prospect (June 14) is the best I have ever read about the minor leagues. I never did know much about the minors or the men who play there. Now that I know how hard it can be to get there, I'll appreciate the major leagues even more.
Lockport, Ill.

Thanks for the fine tale by Pat Jordan and also for keeping me posted on Red Davis' whereabouts. Davis was probably the best manager I ever saw in 50 years of watching minor league ball. He did a gutty thing in Corpus Christi, Texas one night over 20 years ago: in the ninth inning of a tie ball game he put himself in to pinch-hit and promptly hit a home run. He richly deserves a shot at managing in the big leagues.

Your article on Woody Huyke, Bruce Kison and the Waterbury Pirates was a masterpiece, and I am extremely happy our Woody has gotten the attention from a national magazine that he deserves. When Woody was first sent here "Woody who?" was a familiar phrase around Municipal Stadium. But with his likable disposition and personality, Woody soon became one of the favorites, if not the favorite Pirate. With seven homers in his first 47 at bats he became an instant hero.

This season Woody is still with us, and I hope he will be here for many more. Woody is too good to share with the rest of the country.
Waterbury, Conn.

Robert Cantwell's enjoyable article on Mets organist Jane Jarvis (In the Mood—for Baseball, June 7) included a bonus for me—a mention of Ebbets Field's own Gladys Goodding, which triggered a stream of fond memories of a Brooklyn boyhood sprinkled with many live Goodding performances. There was probably no stronger starter in the game than Gladys in her prime. She could give The Star-Spangled Banner her all, knowing she didn't have to last the full nine innings because Ebbets had a great musical bullpen, the Brooklyn Sym-phony.

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