Mr. Kirkpatrick's definition of a giant, "that very special, one of a kind, towering eminence sort of a fellow standing head and heart above the rest of his chosen field," rightly describes this warm, wonderful man and, for me, has a very special significance.
VAUGHN NIXON, M.D.
I had an opportunity to umpire one of Eddie Feigner's games when he played here in Craig. What he does out there on the mound is something to behold, and you just can't believe it without having seen it. This also holds true for his Court. I have seen and worked games for some pretty fine pitchers, such as Harvey Sterkel and others of his caliber, but I believe that The King is in a niche by himself. If anyone has a chance to see The King and His Court and doesn't do it, he is missing the sight of a lifetime.
Thanks very much for doing such a fine story on The King. I hope that he will now get a little of the recognition that he so richly deserves.
H. R. MORRISON
A couple of years ago, in Racine, Wis., I actually saw Eddie Feigner throw a figure-eight windmill with quarter-speed outraise. At least I think I did.
I recently had the pleasure of seeing The King and His Court in Hartford. My friend and I jumped the fence and saw the game for free. But I was so amazed at the startling repertoire of pitches The King displayed, I paid my two dollars on the way out.
Lest any of your readers get the impression that Feigner is a character on an ego trip, rest assured he isn't. Back in the early '60s, while attending a sports and travel show in Columbus, Ohio, I had the pleasure of meeting Eddie. I found him to be a gentleman and fascinating to talk to, a person all too rare these days, even with his stand-up brush cut. He has indeed earned the title of Mr. Softball.
A. D. HAMEL
MATTER OF FORM
How could you ruin an otherwise interesting article on Cathy Rigby (Sugar and Spice—and Iron, Aug. 21) by including such a degrading photograph? Being an enthusiastic fan of gymnastics, I was sickened to read: "Gymnastics may be the one sport—diving might be the other—which should be performed in the nude." What are you trying to make of gymnastics? A girlie show instead of the wholesome, beneficial sport it is? Also, I should hope that the American Ideal is not the type who would pose in the nude.
Salt Lake City
Jerry Cooke's exquisite photograph of America's very lovely and super-performing gymnast, Cathy Rigby, illustrates again the esthetic beauty and grace of the human form at its best. No doubt you will receive letters from readers who will be appalled at your publishing such a photograph in a sports magazine. (We wonder what kind of forms they think fill all those football, soccer, track and Roller Derby uniforms.) It must be comforting for you to know you're in the same league with—indeed, following the example set by—the sculptor of the Venus de Milo and Michelangelo with his magnificent David.
Diving and gymnastics in the nude? Ship that dreamer out! Have the editors of SI lost their heads? I think it was very poor taste to show Miss Rigby in the nude. That's not beauty, it's immodesty, and it's impractical as well. I couldn't help wonder about splinters.
If Miss Rigby is such an outstanding gymnast, why didn't you show pictures of her taken in competition? Show the closest competitors executing the same difficult maneuver for comparison. SI is supposed to give us insight into the sports world, not take us to a secluded studio for the exposure of some young lady's backside.