I would like to congratulate you on your recent cover story on Jackie Stewart (How to Last Eleven Laps—and Be Happy, Sept. 6). It is about time that someone gave him credit for what he has done. Besides winning the world championship this year, he has already defeated the mighty Team McLaren twice in the 1971 Can-Am series.
West Paterson, N.J.
We all know Mark Donohue is the best driver in the world.
Mario Andretti is the greatest because the drivers themselves say so. The average man on the street never even heard of Jackie Stewart.
If you are going to talk about the world's greatest driver, you ought to be talking about Richard Petty.
Forest City, N.C.
The world's greatest driver in whatever category you choose is still and always will be A. J. Foyt.
Battle Creek, Mich.
We agree that Stewart is the best driver in the world, but Hugh Whall did an injustice to Peter Revson by stating that the only reason Stewart won at Mid-Ohio was that Denis Hulme's car failed. Stewart won only because Revson's car also failed—after 72 of 80 laps. Revson had led the entire race and was 22 seconds ahead when he had to drop out. At this writing, Revson leads in the Can-Am point standings.
I'm amazed that there hasn't been a single comment in 19TH HOLE about Dan Jenkins' article Out There with Slow-Play Fay and Play-Slow Flo (Aug. 9). It was the best golf story I ever read. But then, I suppose one must be a member of a small club such as our Lake Venice Golf Club to appreciate it. We have our men's and ladies' associations, the members of each erroneously thinking that management is favoring the other, leading to much bickering. We, too, have played host twice to the LPGA tour and have met Patty, Kathy, Mickey, Carol, Marlene, the Sandras et al. and marveled at their ability to outdrive and outplay our best. What a fine group of girls they are, and how quickly they deflate our golf ego. Would that we could have more stories as interesting as that one.
GEORGE F. GERDTS
REFLECTIONS ON A POOL HALL
Pat Jordan's article A Clutch of Odd Birds (Aug. 30) brought back a lot of fond memories of the good times I used to have in the neighborhood pool hall. But by the time I got to the end of the article, Mr. Jordan had given me an insight as to why I had really been there.
I suppose a brief withdrawal into the anonymous netherworld of a pool hall has helped more than one young man get a grip on his life and thereby enabled him to lead a more satisfactory existence later on. Mr. Jordan does a fine job.
WILLIAM C. GASSMAN
New Ellenton, S.C.