It is hard to know where to begin with these two doughty young men. Suffice to say, if they are any example of the rising generation, we are in for an age of strivers the likes of which we have seldom known.
First, Bill Walder of Manchester, Ohio. As a sixth-grader his hopes to make the basketball team suffered a sudden but sure setback: broken elbow. In the eighth grade it was football: broke a finger. By December of that year Bill was back in basketball. Not really. He fell off his bike and fractured his skull. Out for three months.
After assorted arm sprains, a concussion and a knee sprain that prevented him from playing freshman football this fall, Bill for some reason thought he had it made in basketball. Nope. Broken finger. But there's no discouraging him. As he told his mother, "If it's true that every time you break a bone it heals stronger, then I'll be a superman when I'm 21."
Now Stan Cadow, a real case. Stan is 18, a 135-pound senior at East Jefferson High, outside of New Orleans. Last summer he hitchhiked 600 miles with 75� in his pocket to run a marathon. He arrived starving at the starting line a day and a half later but covered 24 miles before a Red Cross worker induced him to quit because he was ripping a calf muscle in two. Earlier he had hitched even further for a mile walking race, arrived in the dead of night and slept out, catching a horrible cold. He finished fifth out of 25 starters, about 20 seconds behind the leader.
But all along Stan's real event was the decathlon. Without filling in the gory details, when he was 16 he qualified for the AAU nationals in Philadelphia and finished 11th. This year he went to Jackson, Miss, for the AAU regionals, but with certain misgivings. For three months he had been wrapping a sore left wrist in an Ace bandage, the three nights before the meet he had gone almost sleepless fulfilling his duties as student assistant to the executive secretary of the State Association of Student Councils, and he arrived by bus in Jackson two hours late.
Stan was permitted to compete, anyway, and promptly bruised his heel in the long jump. The pain became so intense that he forgot about his wrist. Even so, he hung on grimly through the pole vault and the other eight events in the two-day contest, at the end running his best 1,500 meters ever. He finished a close second. The next week his mother had the wrist X-rayed. It was broken.
SOCCER TO 'EM
The name of the new North American Soccer League team in Tampa is the Rowdies. The team slogan is, "Soccer is a kick in the grass." Rough.
COMING UP WEEDS
The recent retirement of Cannonade is one more reminder, if reminder there need be, that winning the Kentucky Derby is not always a bed of roses. John Olin's colt was the 13th first-place finisher in the 100-year history of the Derby that never won another race. He started only three more times, coming in third in the Preakness, third in the Belmont and fifth in the Dwyer.
The others that found the going all up hill? Fonso (1880), Manuel (1899), Pink Star (1907), Behave Yourself (1921), Morvich (1922), Flying Ebony (1925), Bubbling Over (1926), Broker's Tip (1933), Hoop Jr. (1945), Jet Pilot (1947), Dark Star (1953) and Dancer's Image (1968). Those four in the '20s don't say much for the gaiety of the decade, or maybe they say too much.