Even after the game, my luck still held good. While scrambling to get out of Hampden I was literally pushed into another sailor, a schooldays' buddy whom I hadn't seen for years. He had been at the game with his father, so we all went home together, and to top off the day, my buddy's father paid the bus fare.
Before you get the wrong impression, let me hasten to tell you that I did spend something at the game?sixpence for a program.
Royal Oak, Mich.
Perhaps Budd Schulberg could write an article on the referees.... The Norkus-La Starza fight seemed a "dull draw" to us, but Mr. Davis, the referee, was marvelous. We loved his dainty gesture of wiping his hands off on his shirt after parting the sweaty fighters; his fancy footwork was far better than the flatfoots; and his chatter sounded like the Cleveland infield. Referees must be very interesting people. May we learn more about them?
Thanks for many hours of pleasure with SI.
BARBARA C. SQUIRE
SO MUCH GAME
As a hunter, I greatly enjoyed your picture story of SI's African safari. I myself recently returned from a hunting and movie-making trip to India. You have never seen so much game of all sorts?big, small; duck, partridge, deer?it is sometimes hard to believe one's own eyes (see cut).
India is a grand country, a great and generous people and a civilization far ahead of ours in many ways. Ten thousand years old and still unchanged.
WILLIAM K. BEAN
DON'T LABEL GRANDFATHER
I should like to comment on the fact that, in SI, Nov. 8, you label my grandfather as a boat thief being guarded by Theodore Roosevelt. The man sitting on the ground at the right and facing the camera is my grandfather, Wilmot Sewell Dow, and the man standing at the left is my great-great-uncle, William Sewell. I assure you that neither of these men were boat thieves, and I submit the following in explanation.
The subject picture was taken after the real thieves, Finnegan and Company, had been turned over to the authorities. For the sake of getting a picture of the experience, Grandfather Dow and Uncle William posed as the boat thieves while Roosevelt guarded them with a rifle. I cannot identify the third man in the center, but I believe that it is of another ranch hand employed at Teddy's Elkhorn Ranch.
I also have a print of this picture. In fact, I have the buckskin suit that Wilmot Dow was wearing in the photograph, together with other mementos handed down to me which came from the Elkhorn Ranch. I am especially proud to have a birthcard written and signed in T.R.'s own handwriting mailed to me in 1912.
Both Sewell and Dow came from Island Falls, Me. and went with Roosevelt to establish the ranch in the Bad Lands of N.D. My father, Wilmot E. Dow, who is now living in Waldoboro, Me., was born at Elkhorn Ranch in 1886. The Indians came from miles around to see the first white baby born in that area. A son, Fred, was also born the same week to the Sewells. He is now living at Island Falls, Me.... A few years ago my father registered for Social Security and listed his birthplace as Bad Lands, N.D. He had some difficulty because the agency insisted on naming the town where he was born. The fact is that the nearest town to Elkhorn Ranch was Medora, 30 miles away. It was finally accepted.