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August 12, 1957
McDONOUGH'S MAGIC SHOVELSirs:Having read the interesting references to my favorite country (Mr. McDonough's Magic Shovel, SI, July 22 & 29), which I have visited on a number of occasions, where I soldiered north of Dublin and was about Dublin nine months in 1918, I have some, perhaps unusual, interest.
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August 12, 1957

19th Hole: The Readers Take Over

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Being a McCarthy, Herb thinks his bus-boy's jacket immediately conveys to the customers that he is a very humble man and wants to be regarded as just one of the help. In fact, he is mistaken as such mainly by the other help who, in the dim light, think he is one of them.

Being a McCarthy, Herb feels he looks more superior and that people automatically take him for the proprietor. All Irishers have many complexes but Irisher publicans have them in multiple doses!
Rye, N.Y.

It should surprise no one that any first-class American city would try to get our Dodgers. Mayor Wagner and Borough President Cashmore realize this and have shown imagination and effective leadership in meeting the conflicting problems that must be solved if the team is to be kept.

I hope the team can be kept in Brooklyn, and I believe that this is no idle hope. I don't know, and I doubt that anybody else knows or will know, what the chances are until the engineering studies now nearly ready have been submitted for the examination of the Sports Center Authority and the Mayor's Committee.

Meantime, speaking only as president of the Brooklyn Chamber of Commerce, I would like to point out that this is no time for acrimony or name calling, but for standing firmly together, perhaps in readiness for a last-ditch fight to keep the Dodgers here.
Brooklyn Chamber of Commerce
Brooklyn, N.Y.

In the November 1, 1954 issue of SPORTS ILLUSTRATED there was a small picture of Mr. Roy E. Campbell of Seattle and a short article telling about his shooting a 68 at the age of 69 at the Seattle Golf Club.

This leads up to the fact that Mr. Campbell has done it again. On July 20 he had his 72nd birthday, and on July 26 he shot a 72 on the same course.

Your announcement that Jockey Rae Johnstone has retired from the French track (Exit the Crocodile, SI, July 22) will cause a sigh from many an American who was living in Paris after World War II. He was our national hero, and the sight of him cantering down the backstretch 16 lengths off the pace made many a 100-franc bettor gnash his teeth. But when the mob saw him come into the stretch and the cry " Johnstone � l'ext�rieur" was raised, you would marvel to see the little man riding like a fiend and looking more like a man on a high-wheeled bicycle than a jockey, for he rode sitting straight up—none of that Arcaro streamlined-crouch nonsense.

When I was planning to come back to the States in the fall of 1948 all of my family had preceded me except my 15-year-old son. I said, "I think I'll take you to the races this afternoon at Longchamp because when we get to the States they don't let children into the track." So I went to the Guaranty Trust Company and drew out my balance, 65,000 francs.

Johnstone was riding a 10-to-1 shot in the big race, and I put the 65,000 francs on his nose. He rode one of his typical races, and hit the wire just the same time as a couple of other horses. We had to wait for the picture to see who won and whether I was going to have 650,000 francs in the bank for a future trip to Paris; but he didn't win, and I've never been back. It was a matter of an inch or two. "That," I said to my son, "is horse racing."
New York

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