I really enjoyed your article on Rusty Staub's talent in the kitchen. I'm sure baseball fans everywhere really wanted to know how Rusty squeezes garlic through a press. Next time you want an article like this, why not show a series of pictures on how Roberto Clemente starts his lawn mower?
Fairmont, W. Va.
Your Aug. 7 article with the disarming title Leapin' Lizards and Other Toothsome Fauna was sadly misplaced in a magazine presumably devoted to sports. There was little sport evidenced in this disgusting narrative of a killing fest in the wilds of Costa Rica.
It is dismaying enough that SI finds it necessary and fitting to include hunting in its coverage. Surely there is already an ample supply of publications completely dedicated to the exploits of America's "sportsmen." However, this article (complete with vivid color photographs) was more than the usual portrait of hunter and prey. It was a joyful salute to the pleasures of killing for the hell of it. SI's readers were treated to such adventures as hunting frozen, defenseless deer with searchlight and shotgun at night, and watching a dying iguana "thrashing insanely with its brain blown out."
Even the article's author somewhat affectionately describes one of the hunt's participants as sadistic, and still another as bloodthirsty. I would suggest that these characteristics apply to the article and SPORTS ILLUSTRATED as well.
PETER M. SCHWARTZ
New York City
I was appalled and disgusted by the flippant manner of Robert Jones as he told of the horrifying waste of wildlife in Costa Rica. There may be "no real pride in zapping an iguana," but to waste three to finally end up with only one is completely stupid. And to leave an animal lying beaten without making certain it has been cleanly killed is disreputable.
When an article so blatantly cruel as to include the bludgeoning to death of a fish, and the hypnotizing of a young deer so that it may be mercilessly slaughtered, can be printed in a sports magazine, who wishes to be considered a sportsman?
HUE AND CRY
Since professional tennis came to television, "tennis whites" have been replaced with colors that would give a peacock ulcers. The viewers of NET's coverage of the U.S. Pro Tennis Championships at Longwood saw colorful tennis indeed. We were treated to Tom Okker and his matching yellow shirt and shorts. We saw Ray Ruffels and Bob Carmichael attired in bright blue. John Newcombe showed off his blinding yellow apparel. The men's finals was won by Bob Lutz in his burgundy-red shirt. But the topper was Haroon Rahim and his yellow and pink shirt with the word "PEACE" in three-inch-high letters on the front.
Where will it end? Probably when some player (wearing whites) has enough courage to demand that his opponent wear whites also, instead of a tic-dyed shirt, green shorts, striped headband, checkered wristbands, blue socks and puce tennis shoes.
Polychromy has no place on the tennis court!
ALAN SCOTT DODGE
Glen Cove, N.Y.
I was especially pleased to see the article and fine photographic coverage of the 1971 National Antique Airplane Association Fly-In (Flying By Eye and the Seat of Your Pants, Aug. 7). The antique airplane movement has been growing steadily for years now, and your article caught the very essence of the antiquer. Normally only aviation periodicals cover the antiques, consequently SPORTS ILLUSTRATED should be highly commended.