McGregor's efforts as a "roving basketball evangelist" since leaving Whitworth have resulted in the presence of some tall and talented Europeans in the basketball uniforms of Pacific Northwest colleges. His most noted import was 7-foot-3 Jean Claude LeFebvre, who starred at Spokane's Gonzaga University for two seasons before returning to his native France. Gonzaga currently sports two new McGregor imports, 7-foot George Trontzos of Greece and 6-foot-8 Hans Albertsson of Sweden. McGregor, now coaching an entry in the Portland, Ore. AAU (yes, AAU!) major league, has also contributed 6-foot-5 Swede Bert Lundmark to the Lewis & Clark College varsity.
Jim is personally responsible for much of the current basketball enthusiasm in Europe, and is one of the game's most vocal proponents. Your readers can expect to hear more from this enthusiast, now back in his native Portland.
I read with interest and astonishment in your small article on Stan The Man Musial ("Tune-ups and Tryouts," WONDERFUL WORLD, Jan. 25) that the Duke of Donora was able to master only four push-ups in beginning training for the coming baseball season.
Later I read that Musial had taken a pay cut, and was to receive approximately $80,000 in 1960.
Now I ask you, what other sports figure, home or abroad, can boast of a salary of $20,000 per push-up? But he's worth every penny of it—and more.
FRED G. VOGEL
Lake Forest, Ill.
ALL THIS AND BASKETBALL TOO
"Snatched from the Jaws of Basketball" (WONDERFUL WORLD, Feb. 1)—but not quite. Lest your readers be misinformed, Beaver Dam and other Long Island ice hockey centers have not forsaken basketball.
Since 1957 (when the Beaver Dam junior hockey division was organized), the East Woods School, in the heart of the hockey-happy North Shore, has won 24 basketball games and lost only four, under onetime University of Rhode Island basketball coach Robert (Red) Haire. Many of the boys who chase ice hockey pucks at Beaver Dam and other rinks on their weekends have helped East Woods School compile its enviable basketball record on school days.
FRANK L. ANDREWS
Locust Valley, N.Y.
CARS: FOND MEMORIES
The Forgotten Fun of Driving (SI, Feb. 1) by A. W. Miller brought back fond memories of my early days of driving in my first—and best—car. It was a 1930 Model A Ford, and for the money it was about the finest and brightest hunk of machinery ever built to carry man in comfort and safety!
In the early '30s you could get out and drive without meeting other cars every two seconds, and driving then was a pleasure never to be forgotten. It used to really snow, back then, and winter driving was a cinch in my Model A. I could plow through big snowdrifts and drive along unplowed streets without a whimper in her, while today my automatic '58 car can't climb through two inches of snow with snow tires!
It really is a shame that the Ford Motor Company ever gave up on the Model A, for today's compact cars are very disappointing because they all lack the luster of a car built for a single man to drive alone—free and contented.