Detroit Free Press from Detroit, Michigan • Page 46

1 0-P Tuesday, Sept. 21, '65 DETROIT FREE PRESS Luci Enters College 'VC 4. flif Itt ft i'tSfl! i i r. i J'HJ 4 4 It seems it was just the other day that Luci Johnson was a typical teen -ager frugging till dawn, dating dental students, spending incognito weekends in Wisconsin. But Monday, she was a college freshman.

Luci drove off to nursing classes at Washington's Georgetown University in her Corvette, after having to run back into the White House to get her freshman beanie. Newsmen agreed to stay away from the campus in return for pictures and interviews as she was leaving home. For the record, Luci wore a Navy blue jumper, a white blouse with blue stripes, brown loafers, Navy blue head band, tiny gold earrings and cuff links in the shape of Texas. "All my classes have me pretty frightened," 6he said. Then she jumped into a car next to her Secret Service agent and happily drove off to school.

AP Photos Paratroops scramble for cover after landing in a nest of Viet Cong and coming under intensive sniper fire GIs Drop into a Hornet's Nest NORTH 1 VIET LA NAM Off to College goes Luci Baines Johnson 0A NANG Ouong Ngo. Jl ionium THEY WERE looking for a Viet Cong battalion, and paratroopers of the 101st Airborne Brigade found it right under their boots when they chuted down near An Ninh. They ran into withering fire but managed to establish a rice paddy stronghold. The brigade gradually widened the perimeter under fire and finally routed the Viet Cong, inflicting heavy losses. i MrThuet Noisy Exit for Princess Noisy crowd, that royal bunch.

In Hong Kong, England's Princess Alexandra and her businessman-husband, Angus Ogilvy, took their leave to the accompaniment of fireworks. Long strings of Chinese firecrackers saluted the royal pair as they boarded a motor launch for the trip across the harbor to the airport. The princess gave a start when the unexpected racket began, then recovered and waved to men on the fireworks barge. At the World's Fair, Japan's Prince Mikasa ended a day long visit by joining in a foot-pounding square dance at the New York City Pavilion. The prince, brother of Emperor Hirohito, beamingly told the crowd he had helped introduce the square-dancing craze in Japan.

fSOUTH VIET fei i-f Bodies of U.S. paratroopers are spread out in battle area fry rl Of1 Giaplin Son Wins Round In Book Row The reluctant lite a dragon Michael Chaplin has won a temporary victory in his battle to halt publication of his ghostwritten "autobiography." A British court agreed with the 19-year-old son of actor Charlie Chaplin that the book amounted to self-libel. A temporary injunction was granted. "Nobody having had the misfortune to read portions of this book would be left with any sympathy for the plaintiff," agreed the court. The publishers, who had planned to release the book, "I Couldn't Smoke the Grass on My Father's Lawn," on Oct.

11, plan an appeal. They contend Chaplin freely collaborated with the writers in preparing the manuscript and approved the final draft last July. 5-v I The Moscow paper, Banner of Lenin, on a crime spree by two teen-agers: "They believed in money above all. These dissipated youths smoked, drank and danced. They listened to the Voice of America." THE GREEK royal family sits for a portrait in Athens at the baptism of 2-month-old Princess Alexia.

The infant is held by her mother, Queen Anne-Marie. Flanking them are King Constantine and Queen Mother Frederika. Ranking officers of the armed forces form an honorary guard. Athens forgot Its long-smoldering political troubles to produce a cheering turnout for the historic event. li'iiiiifiiiiniinii lull Two wounded paratroopers help each other reach an evacuation helicopter at An Ninh Gen.

William Westmoreland checks wounded helicopter crewman Tackled to Pieces A Century at Memorial BY BILLY GRAHAM QUESTION God allows too many plane and aulomobiln crashes. Why doesn't He stop it L.S. BY MARK BELTAIRE TIME ROLLED BACK 100 years for the congregation of the Grosse Pointe Memorial Church as Pastor Emeritus Dr. Frank Fitt told how ANSWER Far from causing or permitting automobile acci with the Detroit Lions for a $1,000 bonus, which was a lot of lettuce in those days, and a contract which called for the payment of $235 a game. As a football player, maybe Doug Nott was born 30 years too soon, but everything is relative, as the fellow said.

In 1935, rookie tackles and guards were dents, God has given us the means to prevent them. He has given us eyes to read the dan small group ger signals. He has given us a sense of judgment. He has given us hands to steer with, and feet to operate the brakes with. He has given us the skill to make Adams took his wife, Ruth, and their four children on a motor tour of the Finger Lake3 in New York State.

They stopped by the Baseball Hall of Fame at Coopers-town, the highlight of the trip for Adams. They looked at baseballs bearing the signatures of World Series winning clubs over the years, and chuck noted a gap where the Tigers' championship ball for 1935 should have been recalled that his father, the late Jim Adams, had given him a ball autographed by the team that year. He told Ken Smith, the Hall director, they could have it if he could find it at home. He did locate the ball, sent it on, and just received a letter of thanks. "We do not have Detroit baseballs signed in 1934 or 1945, so if you have any of that vintage, or earlier, they would be welcome here." on Sept.

7, 1865, i "They couldn't have been super-stitous" of eight men and five women formed the forerunner of Memorial. The church was so small and so far out in the country, Dr. Fitt re the finest cars in the world, and yet we continue to kill over 000 people every year on our getting $75 a game, which will give you some idea of the depression, in case you were not a round to en joy it. Anyhow, Nott put in a season with the Lions, who were roads, streets and highways. We all know that alcohol and gasoline won't mix, and yet li quor is a factor in a large num ber of the fatal accidents in our land.

We all know that safe Nott, HB with him counting my money, when Van Patrick opened another cliff-hanging season, presenting the Lions vs. the Los Angeles Rams. A question came to mind: "Doug, what was the hardest you were ever hit in a football game?" He looked up from- my money long enough to reply, shortly: "It happened in Boston." This is the story, as I finally drew it out of him "After my first week in he recalled, sticking my money in his pocket, "we practiced new kick-off formation in which I raught the ball and then fell in behind a wedge spearheaded by a huge tackle. He was supposed to clear the way in front and I was supposed to run like hell. It was a simple thing, but effective.

At least it was effective In scrimmage. "Well. sir. the next Sunday I caught the ball and fell in behind that tackle and the rest of the guys and we went tearing up the field, with the fans cheering and the coach waving his arms. We went maybe 20 yards and then all at once that tackle just disappeared into thin air.

He vanished, I'm telling you just plain vanished. "The next thing I know I am flying through the air and wien I come down one of my shoe laces is broken, the double chin-strap on my helmet is snapped in two, and all the lacings on my shoulder pads are separated as though they had been cut by a razor. "That's the hardest I ever got hit," he said, and then he took my money and went and had a shower. driving required a level head BY Jl'DD ARNETT BACK IN THE EARLY 1930s the University of Detroit had a football team capable of playing and sometimes trouncing the likes of Georgetown, Boston College and Fordham, and one of the brighter luminaries of that juggernaut was a halfback by the name of Doug Nott. Mr.

Nott, who represented about 180 pounds of bone and gristle, had come out of high school at Ann Arbor, where his feats on the greensward had dazzled the sports-writers, so you would have thought that he would have ended up at the University of Michigan, right in his own back yard. In Football, the pigskin isn't the only thing that takes some crazy bounces. In those days, as now, the competition was bitter for a kid who could run. pass and kick, so eventually the University of Detroit, a Jesuit institution, enticed Doug Nott, a natural-born Methodist, into passing through its hallowed portals. In the years that followed the religious situation remained a standoffthe university didn't change and neither did its halfback.

But there was great harmony between them, nonetheless, with Doug Nott becoming such a player of note that he was given consideration on some All-America teams and was selected to play in the East-West game, a high honor indeed. He banged-up a knee in preparation for the East-West classic, but that didn't keep the pros from being hot for him. He finally signed the proceeds going to some charity. The affair was held March 12, and the committee has finally pulled-itself together long enough to send a check for $955 to Msgr. Clement Kern to be used for the Holy Trinity children's school fund.

Alice Snider, Women's Economic Club president, gives a Tip of the Topper to Patsy Mink, Hawaii's first Congresswoman, for being so conscientious about her job. She was due here Tuesday to talk to the group. She called last week, said: "Alice, I'm so sorry I can't make it. But this is my first term and I wouldn't want to miss even a day." The Passing Parade Even airline passengers, ordinarily the grouchiest of people when anything at all delays a flight, were softened by the terrible force of Hurricane Betsy. As Delta Jet Flight 911 was readying for takeoff for New Orleans from Metro Airport, Ed Tatarek of Parke, Davis' traffic department, called to ask that the flight be held for an emergency shipment of drugs.

Senior stewardess Henrietta Ramirez announced: "We are awaiting the arrival of medicine from Parke, Davi3 that is needed in New Orleans. Our departure will be delayed until those drugs are aboard." There was a moment of silence, then the cabin rang with loud applause, completely flooring Miss Ramirez who was prepared for the customary groans. Few weeks ago adman Chuck and yet many of us drive as though we are insane. People, not God, are to blame Mailbaggage for the mounting death toll on our highways. The Bible says "The wages of sin is and when we flaunt the law, drive with numbed brains, and minded, that for Dr.

Fitt many years it did not have a minister of its own. Various clergymen, after preaching at their own churches in the morning, made the long journey to what was then a small community church without formal affiliation to preach again. Holmes Brown, well-recalled in Our Town as a Ford Motor public relations official, appointed vice preisdent for public relations of American Airlines. His most recent post: director of public affairs and assistant director of the Office of Economic Opportunity. Roy DeLong, retired after may years as an official of the Metal Polishers Union, says he's reached the honey-dew time of life.

At home, he listens to his wife: "Honey, do this" and "Honey, do that." Jim Ransom, Joe Hartman and Ed Jacoby make up a self-styled "world's most inefficient committee" that annually handles a Smelt Fry at Jacoby's Restaurant, with refuse to use our God-given faculties, we will go on perishing in traffic. But, for the life of me, I don't see how anyone can toured by Potsy Clark, and between them no great love was lost. Who was right and who was wrong now belongs to the ages, it being sufficient to say that the next year, on the eve of the opener, our halfback found himself traded to Boston. He arrived there on a Tuesday and played 58 minutes the next Sunday, it being customary in those times for a chap to perform on both offense and defense. They got their $235 worth, all right And thus, having backgrounded you on the early life and times of Doug Nott, halfback, now in the labor relations department of the Ford Motor we are going to bring the time machine up to date.

We were sitting in front of a television set on Sunday at the Lakelands Golf Country Club, blame God. Harry Vincent, Detroit: "The Carter automobile, fondly remembered by Gerald Wilson, may be the Cartercar, manufactured in Pontiac and something of a conversation piece among early motorists (circa 1910). It was a friction drive, without clutch or gears or grease packings or universal joints or shaft drive. Part of its sales pitch ran: "Any bright boy can operate the Cartercar." Incidentally, does anyone recall the Orient Buckboard, around 1906, and built in Waltham, and my pet? There was nothing like it until the 1950s, when the trampoline came along." Talking Point H'hat people say behind your back is your standing in the community. E.

W. HOWE.