The opening picture of Mountain of the Mists was beautiful, but the lewd photographs of the naked New Guinea tribesmen were disgusting. I subscribed to a sports magazine, not a magazine for obscenity. If you wanted to use those pictures, you should have made the New Guineans wear something besides those unfashionable-looking tubes.
DEATH OF AN ATHLETE
My younger brother was injured not long ago with results similar to those suffered by Kenny Wright (Kenny, Dying Young, March 9). He also was an all-league high school tight end. He, too, experiences pain—to such a degree that now only addictive drugs are effective.
Phyllis Wright's poignant question to her son—"Why didn't you fight longer?"—only emphasizes the ordeal of a person so injured. To see a body and spirit crushed is the greatest tragedy one can witness.
STEVEN L. CRANFORD
Arkansas City, Kans.
The communications experts predict that soon all Americans will want all their news presented visually and orally. The written word will survive if writers like Frank Deford continue to craft stories like Kenny, Dying Young.
JAMES R. BROWN
Kenny, Dying Young was a dramatic presentation of a tragic situation. Unfortunately, it doesn't make as interesting reading to learn about the thousands of quadriplegics, like myself, and other handicapped individuals who have been able to compete, and win (cope), against this foe, which is a far greater struggle than facing any opponent on any athletic field of our past.
Thank you for William Nack's excellent article on J.R. Richard (I'm Going to Return, March 2). What a story. And what a man. If we could all only view life as he does.
It's going to be fantastic to see him on the mound soon. I envision him as the 1981 World Series MVP!
TIMOTHY W. WOLF
I take exception to the adjective "massive" when referring to J.R.'s stroke. As president of the Memphis Stroke Club, I see monthly between 30 and 40 stroke people. To one degree or another, almost all of them are seriously impaired. J.R. was fortunate to be able to have surgery and regain the use of his limbs. I would hope that readers would not think that what happened to J.R. is something that could be done automatically with good results for all stroke people.
DONALD J. REWALT
THE NEGRO LEAGUES
I enjoyed reading Jim Kaplan's article about the old Negro league baseball players (TV/RADIO, Feb. 16). Growing up in Minneapolis in the '20s and '30s, I often saw games in which Satchel Paige. Josh Gibson and other greats played.
And one should not forget the black stars who were cut out of what organized basketball there was in those days. When I tried out for the freshman team at the University of Minnesota, I was informed that the Big Ten had an unwritten rule against blacks playing. That was in 1924. I ended up several years later playing with a colored House of David team (beards and all!), touring the Midwest and the Far West. If we cleared $10 per night we were fortunate. Our big paydays came on holidays like Christmas, when we played in one town on Christmas Eve, in another on Christmas afternoon and in a third on Christmas night. We carried only five men, so that we would not have to split the money too many ways. But it was great fun, and one way to beat the Depression!
JOHN F. THOMAS