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ft INSIDE SPORTS BV GENE WAPD DIAMOND DUST Plastic Cap Saved Cass YANKEES: IL's plastic cap-liner saved Cass Michaels life when he was beaned by A's Marion Fricano Friday night. "The doctor told me that if Cass hadn't worn it, he'd have Bannister Tops Field in 1,500 For New Mark Bern, Switzerland, Aug. 29 (U.R). Roger Bannister of England ended one of the finest campaigns jn track history today by winning the run in a record-breaking three minutes, 43.8 seconds as the European games finished with Russians setting three world records and Czechoslovakia's Emil Zatopek losing to a poker-faced red army captain in the race. Bannister, grinding his opposition into the cinders with a killing 54.8-second final 400 meters, hit the tape five yards ahead of Gunnar Nielsen of The 1 C-3 r3 f3 A SPORTING GULLIVER'S TRAVELS: This was an evening: not so many days ago, the start of a final episode on my late and much lamented fishing; expedition into the Rainy River country of Canada.

I had come down out of this wilderness of lake and forest, north of the border, to spend some time, as I do each August, with my friend, George Esslingcr, at his lodge on Kabetogama ljtke, and one look into the frank, sun-darkened face of this Minnesota man of the outdoors told me he had troubles. "You need a change," I said, "so tomorrow you fish with me and we'll go after bass." I already had asked Vernon Jones, one of my bush pilot pals in Fort Frances, if he had heard of a good bass lake over the border. His cheery answer had been "Hutchins claims he knows one, and we'll find out if the old coot's levclin' or running a sandy on me." So, early the next morning, Vernon splashed the pontoons of his Stinson gulling on an inlet at the northern end of Rainy Lake and turned the two of us over to oldtimer Herb Hutchins who had come into this country back in It was a pretty spot which Hutch had picked to settle, with a swirling cascade of water spuming down at his doorstep from the watery chain which connects Rainy with Lower Manitou Lake, a tiny link in the waterway via which logs are brought out of the north to the Ontario-Minnesota Paper Co. at International Falls. But this was only the first stop.

The bass were not here. Instead, old Hutch sent us on with his veteran guide, Lob Adams, and once more we headed north, this time on foot. There was a canoe cached on the shore of One Mile Lake which we crossed, carefully skirting the huge log boom at its lower end. Another portage brought us to Spheen Lake, where we scared up a bald eagle from a lonesome Norway pine. A third portage of close to two miles over a mountain found us at our destination.

Sugar Lake. "The bass arc here," the old guide said, to which George answered, "Then, let's go find 'em." And find them we did, though we had come a little in the morning for Mr. Bass' breakfast feeding. We worked the shoreline carefully, ach likely looking little cove, every rocky overhang. George tagged the first one with a red-and-white spook; then I hooked another with a 1-azy Ike, dropping my plug by an old log and watching as my bass exploded out of the water in a wild, awe-inspiring leap for life.

By noon there were plenty on the stringer to satisfy our outdoor appetites, and George deep-fried them to a gold brown in an old iron skillet over the open fire. We washed down the succulent bass fillets with coffee made, the trappers' way, in a can, and there were added luxury tidbits like potato salad, ripe olives and bottles of Canadian lager whirh George had toted along over the tough portages. "Alright," I said, easing my full stomach into a more comforable position on the pine needle flooring. "Let's have it, George. What's the trouble?" He looked over, took a slug of coffee, then grinned.

"I might have known you'd guess something," he said, and then he told me. But first you must know something of the background of this man from South St. Paul who came to Minnesota's northern land of the ky blue water as a boy eventually to own a small fishing lodge JUIIIIMJ I A sr m'; A -metr- If I fyT'l "I been dead at home plate," Paul Richards said- yesterday. Chisox third baseman has skull fracture on opposite side from where ball struck (from pressure) and may have another at point of contact. Latter won't be determined until more X-rays are taken tomorrow.

Although Richards won't concede his team is out of it, Chicago newspapers seem to hava done so. All writers with club are staying in New York for Yanks-Indians series. In babying his sprained right thumb, Minoso twice let go of bat in 5th. First time, Kell had to hop lively in on-deck circle to escape being hit. Second time, bat struck lady seated in box near Chisox dugout.

She suffered only slight injury to right thigh. Next time Minnie came up, another woman in same section moved back several rows until he was retired Virtually all box and reserved seats have been sold out for tomorrow night's opener with Tribe. Ticket booths will open at 5 P. M. for sale of unreserved and bleacher seats.

D. M. GIANTS (St. Louis, Aug. 29) Whenever the Jints meet the Cards, the managerial brains of Durocher and Stanky start whirling.

Leo went into action first this terribly hot afternoon. He wouldn't officially announce Liddle as his opening-game starter until he was sure Haddix was going to start for the Redbirds. Wouldn't, in fact, allow Liddle to take batting practice. The home club must give out with the starting pitcher first. There was some anxiety by the Giants when Mays limped away from the wall in right center after giving Musial's fifth-inning homer in the first game a chase.

Musial's circuit was his 10th vs. Jint pitchers. The scoreboard refused to work and the pressbox announcer had to keep tabs for the crowd. J. McC.

DODGERS (Milwaukee. Aug. 29): Bobby Thomson has discarded high shoe on mending right foot, but still runs unnaturally. Snider's homer was first hit here by Brooks this year. Crowd booed Robinson incessantly.

Lou Perini has erected small section of stands atop high hill far beyond right field for use gratis by veteran's home, which owns the property. Seats 200, and cost the Braves' owner $800 in materials. It's some 400 yards from home plate, but generally is jamme'd. The O'Malley clan, prez Walter, Mrs. son Peter and daughter Terry flew in from New York for big series.

Every time O'Malley comes here the place is packed, and he can't help but wonder about all those empty seats at Ebhets Field. D. Y. i Drobny Victor Cortina d'Ampezzo, Italy, Aug. 29 A).

Wimbledon champion Jar-oslav Drobny today defeated Italy's Giuseppe Merlo. 6-1, 6-0, 6-4, in the men's singles finals of an international tennis meet here. TODAY ABUEDUGB THROUGH SEPTEMBER 21t EASY DRIVE: Roclowoy Blvd. of Bell Partoy or tnf'l Alport. Foilo, Airport markers.

SPECIAL TRAINS: l. Perm. Sta. from 10 5 A.M. (San.

10:39) and Ftotbush from A.M. INDEPENDENT SUBWAY to Porions Wood-have or Kt Gardent. Bi track. Grand frond Bail! Double Closes 1:85 P. 1 .95 (w netl Fnt llCI 1.15 P.

H. Childp Not Admitted Cass Michaels Helmet saved his life. Safford Triples Again at Westbury Frank Safford continued to burn up Roosevelt Raceway Saturday when he scored his second triple win in a week by bringing home Nola in the third Bonnie Knight ($8.90) and Ogden Hanover He also turned the hat trick last Monday night. The Keene, N. H.

Reinsman is pushing the driving leaders at Westbury and has bounced into fifth place in the standings with a percentage of over .300. 2 to A AMAZING TASTE TEST It's the greatest tribute ever paid to the taste of a beer! We asked hundreds of people to compare Utica Club with the beer they had in their refrigerators and U.C won 2 to 1 for taste! It's the extra-aging that makes Utica Club Pil-sener Beer and Cream Ale tastier, drier, less filling. Test U.C. against any beer. You'll agree U.C.

is the best-tasting you ever drank. You'll "U.Gfor me tastiest beer in towa. on Lake Kabetogama (Cab-toga-ma) and to see it grow and flourish and become one of the finest resorts of its kind in the area, lie did a long tour of duty in World War II, as a sergeant in the Arctic Search and Rescue Squadron in Iabrador, and he and his. malamute sled dogs won several letters of commendation. Later he served in the European Theater.

Finally home again, George and his wife, Bonnie, f.et to work to make up the lost years ami rebuild their business, adding to their buildings and to the size of their family. The sun had dropped a few notches down the western sky when we finished our talk. lie spoke simply and what he had to say was this: The walleye pike have all but disappeared from his lake, Kabetogama. The fishing was poor last season and worse this year. It constitutes a great catastrophe of nature, like a duststorm to a farmer or a sudden frost to the citrus grower.

But more permanent. The guests fit Esslinger's, who come from many sectors of the country, are catching only small ones, ami not many of those. George, and a few of the other resort owners on the lake, are planning a trip south to see the governor. It's merely a desperation move, though, for no one knows the cause. Not even top Conservation Icpt.

experts. It may be the feed or the balance of the lake may he off, meaning too manv "white fish and other non-sporting species, thus causing a fall-off in the game fish, the walleyes. hatever it is. it ran mean the sudden end of all for which George Ksslinger has wot ked so long and so hard over the years. His clients are loyal ami keep coming back so far.

But they come to catch 1'ish and George, unlike some resort men, tells it to them straight. "The fishing is poor." he'll say when they call ahead for reservations. George had honed to turn a going business over to his son but now, Well, it just looks I ke the dream is over. We talked a little longer there by the lonely lake, doused the fire with the remains of the coffee, and went back to battling bass. Toward Roger Bannister Fast a usual! 25-year-old Briton legs still were punching powerfully as he crossed the finish to look back on what might be his last full year of competition the track's first four-minute mile his victory over Australia's John Landy in the mile of the century at the British Empire Games and today's triumph against Europe's best miler.

ROGER 'WIPED OUT the old European mark of 3:47.2 set by Willia Slijkuis of the Netherlands in 1050. However, he was well off the world mark of 3:41.8 set by Landy as he sped to a 3:58 mile at Turku, Findland, on June 21. It was Bannister's final 1954 race after an unforgettable four-month campaign. And whether he ever runs again against world class competition will depend upon whether his medical duties give him the time. He made it clear here yesterday that he will let nothing interfere with his career as a doctor.

MEANWHILE, RUSSIA climaxed its domination of the championships by winning six events during its record-breaking spree. Of the 35 gold medals at stake, Russia won 17, Czechoslovakia four; Britain and Hungary three each, Germany and Finland two each, Italy, Poland, Sweden and France on each. In addition, Russia's Ivan Filin received an "extra" gold medal when he finished third in the marathon after running the wrong way when he entered the stadium first. IN' THE UNOFFICIAL point standing. Russia totalled 269 Vs points 2'i times as many as runner-up Britain.

Britain vaulted into second place on the final day, totalling 100.5 points. Czechoslovakia was third with 88 and Hungary was fourth with SI. 12 DINE AT THE TRACK For reservations in our beautiful clubhouse call Pioneer 6-6000 rvening, we found little time tor conversation, for almost every cast was bringing a swirl of action. I caught one on a popper, which is a surface lure, and over by a big beaver dam. we ran into a whole hungry school, plus some interloping northern pike.

It was an hour before darkness. We had our limit and began turning the Bass back to his native habitat. I pointed to the southeast: "There may lie the answer to your problem." I said as I caught the far-off hum of Vernon Jones' Stinson, headed in. a tiny black speck against the last rosy steppes of day returning to pick us off this isolated lake in the ihierness. "Find a lake like this one," I said, "across the border from one full of walleye, and fly your guests in from your lodge.

Vernon is looking to increase his living business. Make a deal with him George thought a moment, then his face took on a keen, excited 1 "You may have sometthing." he said. "I'll talk with Vernon and then Fit go looking for a Urke." You could almost see the tense lines casing from his forehead and the corners of his eyes. My spur-of-the-rioment suggestion had set off a chain reaction, for he began to plan bis moves. I'll set up a cabin on the lake, build some boats in there.

My regular fishermen will like roughing it. and the women and children can stay back at the lodge cn KaS'ttogaiua ft West End Brewing Co.