The article on the Northern Knights triggered memories of the two summers (1951-52) I spent in Anchorage as the player-manager of a semipro baseball team. One year a House of David team, consisting mostly of Big Ten players and a few pros, came to town to trounce the "Eskimo" All-Stars. The visitors had little time to clown that day. We thrashed them but good in a doubleheader. Our college players, who hailed from the West Coast, were more talented than the bearded boys from Benton Harbor. Some Eskimos we were! Then there was the time we played the Fairbanks All-Stars. The game began at midnight—without lights.
LOUIS L. TUCKER
Wellesley Hills, Mass.
DR. SCAFF'S MARATHON
From one speck in that sea of faces shown in the photograph on page 62 of the start of the Honolulu Marathon (The Rules of the Road, Feb. 27) comes this warm aloha and mahalo for the article. I didn't go to his Honolulu Marathon Clinic, but I picked up many of my training tips from people who learned "the rules" from Dr. Jack Scaff, and I managed a safe, if slow, first marathon.
As a novice in the twin disciplines of writing and running, I can only admire and envy Kenny Moore for his abilities in both. Eve composed several letters in recent months to thank you for his articles, but this is the first that has made it all the way through the typewriter without hitting "the wall."
The Honolulu Marathon story was just great. It's the best how-to, inspirational one this beginner (for the last 10 years) has read. And Eve read a few.
DANIEL JUSTMAN, M.D.
New York City
Being, I suspect, the only male 215-pound finisher of last year's New York and Honolulu marathons, I feel qualified to give you an index of their relative difficulty. In New York I finished in three hours and 39 minutes, while in Honolulu I labored for four hours and 28 minutes. To the Honolulu Marathon Clinic, mahalo. However, there is no business like New York City show business. The 800,000 spectators who cheered us on made New York's the No. 1 marathon.
CLARENCE B. KUGLER IV
In SCORECARD (Feb. 13) you cited a sports puzzle from "of all places, The Farmer's Almanac for 1978."
Almanacs have carried puzzles for centuries, so we don't think it is quite fair for you to use the phrase "of all places."
And speaking of fairness, it would have been nice, when you republished our puzzle without asking for permission, to at least have referred to our real name, The Old Farmer's Almanac of Dublin, N.H., America's oldest continuous publication.
The Old Farmer's Almanac
Perhaps William Leggett is forgetting that in the interim between Geronimo and jockey Darrel McHargue (He Hasn't Got the Horse Right There, Feb. 20), a rider named Bobby Ussery came out of Oklahoma to win a couple of Kentucky Derbys, a few New York Racing Association jockey titles and millions in purses. Having seen them both ( McHargue and Ussery, not McHargue and Geronimo), I'd sooner place my $2 on Ussery's mount.
IN THE PASSENGER SEAT
Being an auto-racing fan, I have attended many NASCAR and USAC 500-mile races, but one question has always remained unanswered, that being how it would feel to actually take a lap around one of those tracks in a stock car at racing speeds. Thanks to Sam Moses (The World Is Small at 185 MPH, Feb. 20), my question has been answered.