This is the first time in my 10-year fight against the water project that I have seen a national magazine cover it with no holds barred, reporting the truth of what its ecological consequences already have been and will be.
And your story could not have been better timed. On Friday, Sept. 28, there was an article in the
San Francisco Chronicle
that fully substantiates Mr. Boyle's report.
Field Editor, West Coast
Field & Stream
San Bruno, Calif.
The impending ecological cataclysm of practically no fish left to catch was well described by Robert Boyle. We should take it for granted that one of the problems—giant foreign fishing fleets off our coast—will not magically go away. The Russians will never accept our State Department's international authority proposal; the Russians will never accept voluntary quotas. Probably the Japanese won't either. Maybe Peru, Ecuador and Iceland have the right idea in unilaterally extending their self-proclaimed private fishing rights to as much as 200 miles off their coasts. Congress should think about it.
D. B. OWEN
I can't imagine the University of Mississippi not reconciling itself to LSU's comeback victory over the Rebels last year (SCORECARD, Sept. 24). May I remind them that the Southern Mississippi press guide should read Southern Miss. 9, Ole Miss 6, Referees 7?
By the way, some well-meaning Tiger fan (or a sore Rebel fan) erected a sign near the Louisiana-Mississippi border on Interstate 55 at Kentwood. It reads: "You are now entering Louisiana. Set your watches back five seconds."
Ganbare is a much more appropriate name for the underdog yacht that Douglas Peterson built on a shoestring and raced with success against far more expensive boats in the 1973 World One Ton Cup championship than your translation of the name—"good luck"—would imply (
Sardinia Sea Script: Viva Cinderella!, Sept. 24). In Japanese ganbare (pronounced gahm-bah-reh!) is an imperative—an exhortation—used to imbue those faced with a tough situation or long odds with the will to endure. It connotes a wish for good luck but clearly implies that more effort than luck is necessary. The current slang phrase "Hang in there" would be both a better translation of the boat's name and more descriptive of Peterson's efforts.
RICHARD A. ERICSON JR.
Director for Japanese Affairs
U.S. Department of State
When the Mets took the title in the National League East, Yogi Berra suddenly became a hero. Met fans who called him a bum only a few months ago are now saying he is a tactical genius. This misunderstood manager has taken enormous abuse without retaliation. He has simply performed. He did his job and he won. No matter what the Mets do from here on in, Yogi has proved himself superior to those who called for his downfall. I nominate him for Sportsman of the Year.
Your account of Tennessee's triumph over. Army (FOOTBALL'S WEEK, Oct. 1) was understandably brief but unforgivably unbalanced on the credit side of the ledger. There is no doubt that Quarterback Condredge Holloway was the main contributor to the Vols' victory, and as such should receive complimentary coverage. However, are not superlative efforts worthy of recognition even in defeat?
If only in passing (pun very definitely intended) you could have found space between all the "empty-handed" Army tacklers and nifty "tearaway jerseys" to mention the aerial exploits of Army Quarterback Kingsley Fink (300-plus yards) and the receiving of Barry Armstrong. Their achievements against Tennessee placed them first in the nation in those categories that week.
R. G. STILWELL
West Point, N.Y.
To one who graduated from a Big Eight football mill, your Sept. 10 article Goodbye Columbus, Hello Frostburg on small-college football was very enjoyable. However, I was a bit surprised to see New Mexico and Brigham Young included with Frostburg State and Black Hills State. The spotty "underflow" crowd at Albuquerque can be easily explained by a look at the snow-dusted Sandia Mountains behind the stadium. As at Colorado and Montana, the mountains have always outdrawn football at the University of New Mexico. Is it any wonder that football thrives in drab places like Texas? What else is there to do in Austin on a Saturday afternoon?
Cass Lake, Minn.