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August 15, 1955
YES, THIS WAS IT Sirs: SI's conversation with Mr. Williams (Aug. 1) was a memorable one. I suppose more has been written about this man than about the atom bomb, but this was the Ted Williams story. It is incredible that with so much said about him we have not had something like this long ago; but then it is so easy, isn't it, to flay the dead horse of Williams' non-cooperation with those who mill around the baseball parks and never bother to dig a little to get at the real Williams. Yes, this was the Ted Williams story and I'm mighty pleased to have read it.WALT FLANIGAN Boston
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August 15, 1955

19th Hole: The Readers Take Over

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Can this be the same Dr. Wolfgang Klemperer whom Coles Phinizy permitted to soar away to Lockheed in his excellent sailplane article in the July 11 issue of SI?
Vice President
Douglas Aircraft Company, Inc.
Santa Monica, Calif.

? SI, having inadvertently loaned Dr. Klemperer to Lockheed on July 11, hereby returns him with apologies to the Douglas Aircraft Company.—ED.

Your interesting and brightly illustrated July 25 article on pushball is at hand.

On page 17 you write in the heading, "...with a game that's so new—and rough." Maybe it's new to the folks in Arizona but my contemporaries played this same game on horseback with great gusto, and many hard falls, in 1916, '17 and '18 on the drill field (with cavalry mounts) at Pennsylvania Military College, Chester, Pa. The game was designed and introduced by our then cavalry instructor, Colonel Frank Hyatt. The only difference I find between the game then and now is that we used a brown leather ball with bladder whereas they use a white one today.
Brownsville, Texas

I liked John Durant's piece about Captain Webb and his last trip through the Niagara rapids (YESTERDAY, July 18). Mr. Durant evidently thought this epic piece of folly called for a touch of poetry and evoked "A Shropshire Lad." I wonder if SI readers know of another poem by the still-living English poet John Betjeman which commemorates another feat of Captain Webb's in calmer waters?
New York City

by John Betjeman

The gas was on in the Institute,
The flare was up in the gym,
A man was running a mineral line,

A lass was singing a hymn,
When Captain Webb the Dawley man,
Captain Webb from Dawley,
Came swimming along in the old canal
That carries the bricks to Lawley.

Swimming along—
Swimming along—
Swimming along from the Severn,
And paying a call at Dawley Bank while swimming along to Heaven.

The sun shone low on the railway line
And over the bricks and stacks,
And in at the upstairs windows
Of the Dawley houses' backs,
When we saw the ghost of Captain Webb,
Webb in a water sheeting,
Come dripping along in a bathing dress
To the Saturday evening meeting.

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