TENNIS: WHERE IS THE IMPROVEMENT?
Everything Olmedo says about playing amateur tennis is certainly true. This boy has been exploited by Mr. Jones and American tennis. Look for the parallel between his case and that of Pancho Gonzales.
Tennis is schizophrenic, therefore unhappy. On the one hand there are generous handouts for the top amateurs. On the other, there is poverty and sweat for the underdogs. As in boxing, the latter are "opponents" who can't win but will put up a game against the stars. Everyone in tennis knows this and the time for a change is now.
For years we blamed the eastern moguls. Now, with the West in command, where is the improvement? Mr. Jones certainly was out of his depth in the Davis Cup matches, as Murray implies. The evil practices, according to Olmedo, have not ceased. Exactly what are we going to do about it?
WILLIAM R. COX
Studio City, Calif.
FISHING: HAVE ROD, WILL TRAVEL
Roderick Haig-Brown's article on the Pacific salmon (The Fish That Runs in Millions, SI, Sept. 7) was a masterpiece. My only disappointment was that it was too short. His lyric yet disciplined style, his profound firsthand knowledge of fish and nature made this the most enjoyable reading in a long time. I wish you would furnish Mr. Haig-Brown with an air travel credit card and an expense account and turn him loose all over this country and Canada. The results should be worthwhile to you and your readers.
New York City
He really knows his fish, his history and obviously loves angling as much as weekend fishermen whose occasional catch provides the memories for a lifetime.
BOXING: REVERSE SPECTACULAR
From where we sat watching our little ol' 21-inch optic, it seems that your Martin Kane is giving Brother Fullmer just a little bit too much credit for skill that might have been labeled a fortunate combination of fleetness and fear (Victory According to Plan A, SI, Sept. 7).
We've been told many times, of course, that we cannot really see a fight on TV, but it still looked to us as though Fullmer throughout most of the recent contest was in the unenviable position of a stranger caught in the wrong corner of the bar when the bottles started to fly, and was just plumb lucky that some of his frantic efforts to escape happened to bear fruit, and that Basilio, in his efforts to make the fight, was a little short on aim.
One of these days we hope to see a scrapper like Basilio take the sensible view of an affair like the last and let the backward 50-yard dash experts come to him. It may make a long and boring evening, but perhaps it could be arranged in several parts, like the spectaculars.
R.M. FREESTONE JR.
Oak Ridge, Tenn.
BASEBALL: DODGER DANDY
I had intended not to renew my subscription to SPORTS ILLUSTRATED (much as I love it) because I should read less and rest my eyes more. But the wonderful photograph of one of my favorite Dodgers, Don Drysdale (Dodger Dandy, SI, Aug. 31), made me decide to renew. I do not know Don personally, but because of his reputation for sounding off this season I would like to draw attention to an act of real sportsmanship. When a dropped fly ball in Milwaukee recently prevented his being the winning pitcher, he did not complain. Following the game, he went out of his way to praise the ability of the boy who had dropped the ball, and Don was happy over the Dodger victory.
THE ARMY WAY
For your desperate suburbanite readers beset with starlings (EVENTS & DISCOVERIES, Aug. 31), I offer the solution evolved after a staff conference at Fort Bragg, N.C. in the best traditions of the Army—for what that's worth.