LIMEYS, FROGGIES AND FISHIES
Though the need for frogmen in Lincolnshire, England may seem slight, the Marquess of Bristol did the handsome thing when county police decided to form an underwater corps. He gave them free use of his 17-acre lake to practice their frog kicks. It now looks as if his generosity may have been anticipating its own reward. Recently the Marquess informed the submersible bobbies that he was restocking his lake, formerly a lair of pike and tench, with rainbow trout. He asked them to keep a froggy eye open to see how the trout were faring. The report quickly came back that most of the faring was being done by a monstrous pike, "as big as a blarsted shark," which had been assaulting and battening upon the trout. Zealous in its pursuit of duty, the local constabulary is now attempting to apprehend the malefactor, but so far he has eluded their spear guns.
When Kelso won the Laurel International last month and Horse of the Year honors for the fifth time, Artist Richard Stone Reeves groaned. And well he might. As America's foremost equine portraitist, Reeves is commissioned each year to paint the Thoroughbred champion, and in the past four years he has painted Kelso and trainer, Kelso and dog, Kelso winning and a picture which might be called Life with Kelso.
"There's nothing esthetically attractive about Kelso," Reeves says. "His head points straight up and down, not out. His legs stretch behind him, and his foot comes out of his pastern in an odd way.
"You know," Reeves admits, "I thought Gun Bow would be Horse of the Year. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him. He's an artist's dream."
But the dream must wait. Back in his studio in Oldwick, N.J., Reeves is planning his fifth—pardon us, his sixth—portrait of Kelso. Mrs. Richard duPont, the gelding's owner, had him do an impressionistic oil of her champion grazing at Saratoga last August. And what if Kelso earns the title again next year? Dick Reeves shrugs and says, "Maybe they'll let me paint Mrs. Kelso Everett, the woman he's named after."
BRING 'EM BACK SIGNED
This is the time of year American and National Football League teams are busy making themselves irresistible to college draftees by engaging in great lonely vigils. The Baltimore Colts rented an entire floor of a motel in Rockville, Md. to keep a Kansas City Chiefs scout from getting at Duke Fullback Mike Curtis; they even monitored Curtis' calls. The scout was Don Klosterman, himself a wily inveigler who once took a prospect in Texas out for coffee—to Miami. Klosterman got through the Colts' early-warning line by having his secretary pose as Curtis' fianc�e.
Buddy Young says a special NFL task force, of which he is part, is now at work with instructions to sign the desired property to any team, as long as it is one in the National League and not the American. Young tells of one player who returned to his dormitory to find $25,000 in bills on top of his bed. The boy fled the room in fright, leaving the $25,000 behind. It was a reaction, Young felt, that was scarcely in the professional spirit.