There isn't much question in Mexico about the heavyweight boxing champion—Joe Frazier of the U.S.
Manuel Ramos gave it a go the other night at Madison Square Garden, but he just didn't have it.
Manuel may have wanted to get out of the ring in the second round like a fighter I saw in action at a Navy "smoker" in Japan a number of years ago.
It started out as a good fight with both boys putting out a lot of energy. Fred Haase, who was on another boxing card that same night, probably will remember that first round when those two heavyweights started pounding away.
The losing fighter took about three stiff punches that bounced his head. He held up his gloves, made a not-so-courteous gesture, crawled out of the ring and disappeared into the crowd for a can of beer.
Hello to W.A. "Bill" Williams down in hurricane country.
Remember that note you put on the windshield of a Lancaster county licensed car parked at a shopping center in Lelgh High Acres, Florida?
I've got that note.
The driver and owner of the car is Marion Ludi, Lincoln, a service technician for Friden, Inc., the company which builds offset typesetting equipment, other computers and office machines.
Marion makes frequent trips to the News-Press and he handed me your note.
So be careful down in that thar country, 'cause the hometown folks are keeping in tab.
From what they tell me on Central Avenue, the fellows in that "other" club miss your devotion and fellowship.
The return trip from Chicago the other night for Max Moyer and myself was a little more than uneventful.
The pilot suggested we keep our seat belts fastened because of some turbulence. Actually, the big jet rode much smoother than "Twiggy" on First Corso.
So, Max and I sat there and tried out a little squeezins' at 31,000 feet and I smelled up the place with my pipe.
As we entered the passenger room at Eppley airfield, my wife came up to me and asked: "Did you see Pat?"
"Pat, who?" I questioned.
"Mrs. Richard (Pat) Nixon."
Holy mackerel. We had traveled from Chicago to Omaha with Mrs. Richard Nixon and didn't even know she was on the plane.
But we took care of that, pronto. We got several pictures and had a chance to shake hands and say welcome to Nebraska to what may well be the next First Lady.
The man in the business suit who was closely escorting Mrs. Nixon identified himself as a "member of the staff," but we surmised that he was following LBJ's orders and stayed by the side of Mrs. Nixon, doing the job he was assigned as a Secret Service agent.