Q. That means then that there is in Poland no amateur sport at present?
A. One can frankly say there is really none.
Once upon a time?Oops!
The newest Pakistan delegate to the U.N., Princess Abida Sultan, 41, daughter of the Nawab or ruling prince of the Moslem state of Bhopal, has recently arrived in New York for duty and will be largely engaged in problems involving the status of women throughout the world. Without going into the subject formally it seems quite possible that a few conclusions as to 1) Pakistan, 2) Moslem royal houses and 3) even the status of women evolve quite naturally from a simple listing of Princess Abida's hobbies.
She enjoys swimming, field hockey, polo and cricket. She is an expert flyer with a passion for aerial acrobatics. In a recent Karachi squash tournament she won 16 matches, all against men. She drives sports cars with heavy-footed abandon, and recently suggested that a Karachi automobile dealer ought to dramatize his product's ruggedness by driving it off an inclined ramp at high speed. He agreed, but could find nobody with nerve enough to do the stunt. The princess did it herself and cried, "Great sport," afterward. She has also shot 73 tigers. Perhaps it should be added that she speaks English, Persian, Arabic, French and Urdu, plays the sitar or Indian lute, and is the mother of a 20-year-old son.
THE DAYS OF REAL SPORT
A couple of bobsledders, their minds fixed by no means dreamily on the winning of the Olympics, have been seen lately sitting in a sled in a wind tunnel and trailing bits of string in the airstream. Their idea, not altogether new, is to apply aerodynamic principles to the sport of coasting downhill.
A man who once held the belly-bumps championship of Hill Crossing, a peril-laden descent which required the sledder to streak across the right of way of the Boston & Maine railroad and onto a strip of road encumbered by snorting Model Ts and sometimes, it seemed, between the legs of plunging, rearing horses, was asked what he thought of bobsledding, slip streams and air turbulence. The word "bobsled-ding" caught his ear.
"Used to call them double-runners," he said. "You took a two-by-eight plank and set it up high on top of two low-slung sleds, rigged up a steering gear and there you were. Go like 60, especially if you ran a blowtorch over the runners on a nice, icy night. I can still hear them girls screaming."
They used to take girls along for the ride, it seems, everybody hanging onto the one in front of him. The nearest they got to science was for everybody to lean forward on the steepest part of the downgrade and to try to achieve lateral stability while going around a curve. Very often the girls couldn't manage this maneuver and there would be spills, bodies crashing into the snow and each other. Well, that was all part of the game.