I have a friend who is a better-than-average horse trainer. His reading habits are somewhat circumscribed by professional demands: he reads
Daily Racing Form
, the daily paper wherever he is, the Thoroughbred Record, the
and Turf and Sports Digest. He also reads the Bible—a chapter in the raw, early hours of morning before going out to the track.
The other day he came around to my house and happened to pick up the new issue of SI with the birds on the cover.
After a while I looked over at him. He had stopped turning pages idly, and was reading. Pretty soon he looked up.
"Fellow here got a piece about the Derby. He's better'n Palmer used to be." (Probably you know Joe Palmer—he would be writing for you if he were alive.) "You oughta read it." Pause: then, "Name's Faulkner—William Faulkner."
There is little to add to this, except to suggest to ambitious turf writers that, when they feel impelled to grab hold of such trite hooks as "Run for the Roses," "Colorbearer" and the like, they might do well to turn to Mr. Faulkner. He could probably supply a better word.
CAMPBELL H. BROWN
MEANT TO WRITE
Meant to write after the last Faulkner article, to congratulate your magazine. Same goes today..
Kentucky: May: Saturday is among the finest sport features ever published...anywhere.
T. E. DOSDALL
Saint Paul, Minn.
SI AND FAULKNER
Kentucky: May: Saturday by William Faulkner is one of the finest and most enjoyable articles I have ever read. Both SI and Mr. Faulkner are greatly to be praised.
Faulkner's story on the Derby (was it a story and was it about the Derby?) is about the dullest and most preposterous thing I have ever read in any magazine. It is the last 25� I'll ever spend for SI.
J. B. MILLER
Are you running a sports magazine or a highbrow review? I'll bet your editors don't understand half the words The Genius uses. It was just plain lousy.
GEORGE P. STEVENS