MAPS TO TREASURE
Congratulations to Bil Gilbert on his beautifully written story on topographic maps (The Unlost Art, Nov. 25). In this country too many people—from scientists to sportsmen—are unaware of the usefulness of these maps. In publishing this article you have both served and entertained your readers.
R. H. LYDDAN
Chief, Topographic Division
U.S. Department of the Interior
Bil Gilbert's article was remarkable in its description of U.S. topographical maps, their uses and origins. Recently, after discovering my first topo map, I became as much of an addict as the author apparently is. Topo maps are as fascinating as a good book; each one provides an endless tale of the charted landscape.
Real good. Now you've lowered your magazine to the rip-off level of pro wrestling (Lady With a Lock on Life, Nov. 18). Pat Jordan is a good writer, but can't you people find better things to include in your magazine? This article about made me sick, Shuuu-ga.
O.K., you have shown us close-ups of the Japanese sumo wrestlers (Pride in Bondage, May 27) and the ferocious lady wrestler, the Fabulous Moolah. Now will you do an article on wrestling as it exists—no, thrives—in hundreds of American high schools and colleges today? This wrestling is not what most people might think. There are no two-ton Charlies tossing each other around on the floor or sitting on top of each other pulling legs back until the crybaby says "uncle." What you do find in prep and collegiate wrestling are young men who must be strong, tough, quick on their feet, able to think fast in order to reverse a hold and dedicated enough to go on rigid diets that would make most people shudder. There are no "tag team" setups to relieve a wrestler when he tires; he must wrestle three two-minute periods without a break, unless an injury occurs.
MARGARET H. SHAW
I don't know anything about wrestling, but Pat Jordan's piece on the Fabulous Moolah was fabulous.
Mount Clemens, Mich.
All "Griffins" (including Archie, I'll wager) go through life being called "Griffith." Conversely, all "Griffiths" (including Calvin and Emile, I'll bet) go through life being called "Griffin." I don't suppose any member of our collective tribes will ever become accustomed to these totally incorrect references. The "Don Griffin," noted in the story on Moolah is in real life me, with an "ith," not an "in."
Aside from this, I am grateful to author Pat Jordan for his complimentary observations about my announcing. But "a pair of white socks with brown slacks"? Never. Even the Griffiths know better than that.