Mel Allen's mother hit the southern-fried nail right on its babbling head (Baseball's Babbling Brook, July 9). I, too, wish he was a shoemaker.
PAUL T. DAVENPORT
Mel Allen, the man who revolutionized sports announcing, did not acquire that reputable status "accidentally," as you claimed. The field of announcing is tougher to crack than Mantle's center-field post. Nevertheless congratulations on a fine article.
E. CURRY FIRST III
The Mel Allen story is a classic. As pastor of the First Christian Church and sports director of KGLC radio for the past 17 years, I have used Mel as a model. Many a carefully turned phrase of Announcer Allen's has been "re-turned" out here in Oklahoma by this preacher-broadcaster. I thank him for the fresh approach he makes to countless situations on the playing field.
Those who complain about Mel Allen's "not fully hidden enthusiasm when the Yankees are winning," should listen to a few of the other regular broadcasters. In comparison, Mel almost appears to be a Yankee hater.
AS THE POET SAID
Re Robert Creamer's New Look at the Sandbox (July 2), the parties responsible for such playground equipment should be commended. A playground with this type of apparatus is a first-rate physical course, embodying the necessity of muscular strength, coordination and endurance. And what better way to attack the fitness problem than in the pleasant surroundings and atmosphere on a playground?
When I was a kid we used to climb on a thing that sounds a lot like some of the equipment discussed in Creamer's article.
It was ideal for "the child who wants to climb back up" (as Mr. Creamer phrased it). Like the equipment he describes, it, too, provided exercise and fun for the novice and still gave the bolder, more experienced child an opportunity to climb quickly to the top. It enabled us, too, to learn a lot of things and use a lot of different muscles. For exercise and playground fun it couldn't be beaten.
We called it a tree.
JAMES W. COCHRAN
EARLY GIRL BAIT
Since your SCORECARD column (July 16) carried a rather moving article on the passing of the Packard automobile, I thought your readers might like to see a picture of the very first Packard (below). It's not much like the sleek 1934 phaeton you described as "girl bait." It was made in Warren, Ohio in 1899 by the automotive genius and philanthropist, James Ward Packard, who graduated from Lehigh University in 1884 with a degree in mechanical engineering. At the age of 35 he produced this automobile, the first to bear his name.
The greatest single benefactor of Lehigh since the university's founder, Packard's gifts (totaling almost $5,200,000) to the school included, in 1927, the James Ward Packard Engineering Laboratory, where the first Packard automobile is housed in a glass case in the laboratory's lobby. The car is still in good running condition and is taken from the case on special occasions.
SAMUEL I. CONNOR