One must also
respect a craftsman who becomes skilled in the caws of a crow. But jungle
suits! masks! mesh wire! chicken feathers! Chicken, indeed! As well trap trout,
with worms, in a sieve!
Let not the
hunter claim that he rids his neighborhood of an unwanted pest. The hungry crow
family, in a season, devours some 35,000 insects—mostly of types injurious to
agriculture—and caterpillars. A farmer in Martha's Vineyard named Gardiner
Hammond, who managed to rid his property of crows by setting up a private
bounty offer, lost an entire pasture crop of grass to white grubs, and was
relieved the following year when crows returned after the bounty was
For his admitted
depredations among duck and pheasant eggs, the crow repays man with his
ravenous war on the despoiling insect. Let's keep crow-shooting on a sporting
basis, not on a war footing.
I read with much interest in the April 25 19TH HOLE a letter from Cliff Bobron
telling us that old-time pitcher Joe Oeschger, who pitched for Boston against
Brooklyn 26 innings to a tie 35 years ago, is still active in sports. Leon
Cadore, the man who that day pitched for Brooklyn, and I played ball at Gonzaga
College, now Gonzaga University, Spokane, where he attended school from 1905 to
1908. Later we both pitched in the Spokane City League and semipro ball in this
section of the country. As the years passed Leon was working for one of the
mortgage companies here in Spokane, and I was associated with the Fidelity
National Bank. He and a baseball scout came over to the bank one day and
invited me to go East with them. I was young and had a good job so declined to
go with them. Perhaps I made a mistake as Leon certainly made good and I
continued on for some twenty-four years in the banking business. Nevertheless
it is good to think of the fine times we had together and the many baseball
games which we played together and against each other.
No lover of
sports should be without your magazine.
J. G. ROTCHFORD
?Banking may be
humdrum, but it's steady. Since he pitched his last major league game for the
Giants in '24 Cadore has traveled a wide and rocky road. He played a little
semipro ball in Florida, sold liquor, moved out West and came back, sold air
conditioners and engaged in some stock transactions which ended in a
grand-larceny charge. "The indictment was squashed," Cadore remembers
vaguely. In 1931 Cadore had married Mae Ebbets, one of the three daughters of
Charles H. Ebbets, millionaire president of the Brooklyn Baseball Club and
godfather of Ebbets Field. "But we didn't get much out of that,"
recalls Cadore, whose wife had borrowed heavily on her bitterly disputed
inheritance years before she received it. Mrs. Cadore died in 1950. He still
wants to work in baseball, "as a scout, for instance," and sees a lot
of Brooklyn games on his lifetime pass. "But you can't eat a pass,"
Cadore says sadly.—ED.
HE BELONGED TO
YOUNG AND OLD
Luggi Foeger's tribute to Hannes Schneider was moving and richly deserved (19TH
HOLE, SI, May 16).
Since 1948 I have
met a lot of people on all levels of skiing. Many have welcomed me in wonderful
ways. I can truthfully say, however, that never have I felt as genuinely
welcome, and felt as though the welcomer really was glad to see me, as I did
every time that I walked over to the ski-school building at Cranmore and was
greeted by Hannes running out the door to say hello.
One of the most
impressive evidences of the adoration and respect which Hannes carried
world-wide was evidenced at the FIS congress in 1953. We have never been
listened to too seriously in the FIS. The Alpine and Scandinavian countries
carry most of the weight. But in 1953 Hannes was a member (although nonvoting)
of our delegation. Evidently even 50 years after his origination of the ideas
that started all this skiing business, he still carried more weight at the FIS
than any other man, and more people listened when he talked. Usually pioneers
pass into disfavor; but here he was an amazing combination—a man who could be a
pioneer and still retain admiration forever.
to both the young and the old. The old-timers such as Arnold Lunn, Alice Kaier,
Otto Schneibs, all consider him as one of them; but you would find that the
young-timers like me, Brooks Dodge, and even the five-year-olds of North Conway
considered that he was ours, too.
Eastern Ski Association