Surely your quota of bird-watcher pages must now be filled for 1956. It's
getting so I avert my eyes at the sight of a bird.
Your allotment of
one bird page to 15 golf pages cannot represent the actual ratio of
participants, for I surely would have met an honest-to-goodness card-carrying
bird watcher sometime during my lifetime. I never have.
Your first bird
article, I mistakenly thought, was a sly elbow in the ribs of a tiny minority
of zealots. Now after three major articles since fall, the horrible realization
sinks in—My God! SI is serious!
Well anyway, the
pictures are good!
M. E. HILLMAN
THE PRICE OF
In view of the fact that some have expressed dissatisfaction, or at least
amazement, that you have covered such items as bird watching and a few of the
other more genteel sports, I wish to take this opportunity to express my
complete satisfaction with your magazine. I might add that the vast majority of
my friends who are sportsmen, or who are interested in sports, have spoken
enthusiastically about the marvelous coverage you have provided in the field of
natural history and animal lore.
Personally, I hope
there never comes a time when you do not continue to furnish the wonderful
portfolio of pictures of natural wildlife. These alone are worth the price of
GORDON W. THOMPSON, M.D.
Loma Linda, Calif.
At risk of being the only outspoken critic of Connie Mack (SI, Feb. 20) please
let a native Philadelphian submit his opinion:
Mack's service to
baseball ended with his playing days. He invariably sold his best players to
build a personal fortune as typified by the cash sale of the "$100,000
infield." His fiscal policy was one of those most changed by the
minimum-pay agreement for players.
Make what you want
of the nine pennants, but also remember that his teams finished in the second
division 28 times in those 50 years and 17 of them in the league cellar. In
fact, in his last 16 years as manager, his teams finished out of the cellar
only six times. Those are the years our young people remember. They don't
joyfully remember the sight of Connie waving his score card—they are plagued
with the thoughts that during that period the A's lost 100 games or more in
five different baseball seasons.
I draw is that as a manager he was a flop most of those 50 years and was
completely outclassed by many managers who dropped into obscurity because they
didn't own the club.