In Cesar's Salad Days Are Over (Aug. 1), Joe Morgan said if Cedeno would get out of Houston he would be the best player in the league. Well, with Morgan batting around .305 with 16 homers and only 61 RBIs, maybe it's time for Joe to go. And if Cedeno did go to Cincinnati, he would have to face the best young pitching staff in the majors with J. R. Richard, Joaquin Andujar, Floyd Bannister and Joe Sambito, and wouldn't have to face the Reds' shabby staff, which has the next-to-worst record in the league.
While I enjoyed Robert Cantwell's story about burros (Hide-and-Seek in New Mexico, Aug. 1), I think you'll agree mine is even better.
This happened some years back. I was living in Tampico, Mexico and was sort of down on my luck when I met a couple of fellows named Howard and Curtin, one of them a grizzly old guy with a beard and white hair, the other about 30, a little younger than I. Anyway, the old guy Howard mentions something about there being a lot of gold up in the Sierras above Tampico and how maybe the three of us ought to go up there and look for it. Trouble was, we didn't have enough money for burros, picks, canteens and other equipment until one day, soon after, a sweepstakes ticket I had bought from some urchin turned out to be a winner. The next day we were off.
I won't bore you with the rest, other than to say we found gold, fought a few bandits and started back. Somehow I got separated from Howard and Curtin on the way down, which left me with all of the gold to guard. I was nearing town when three Mexicans sort of sidled up to me and my string of burros and started poking around. But I was ready for them. From my shirt I pulled out a sack of fool's gold that I had found on the way up the mountain and tossed it at them. While they grappled for it, I took off into the bush, carrying with me a dozen sacks of real gold. Later on I learned that the Mexicans were executed because everyone figured they killed me, and that Howard and Curtin had a laughing fit because they figured all the gold dust had been blown back up the mountain where it had come from. And I'm sitting here by my pool overlooking the Pacific laughing even harder because they were wrong.
FRED C. DOBBS