Word: snakes
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Fuji screen door and walks upon upside-down rugs that glow with still lifes. He sits in a leatherette armchair covered with a rushing river in an idyllic field of gold, and rests his feet upon a footstool that depicts a deep green forest. On the ceiling, he sees snake-infested pagodas, grass huts and beguiling maidens. In the kitchen, the refrigerator door opens onto another pastoral scene; the garbage can is early Picasso...
...Come Right In!" In his backyard, Darling proudly shows more walls of art. "That one there," he says, "that's where we used to go boar hunting. And that's the Snake River. We camped there one night to fish, and next morning 2,000 Indians-see their tepees? -had camped right behind us. And there's old Seabiscuit, the horse that won nearly half a million dollars." On the wall of the guest house is a Dutch windmill; there are ballet dancers in the tool shed, next to some Asian peasants crossing a footbridge. The fuse...
Then Fretwell went up to Oklahoma a month or so ago for a snake hunt, and he brought back what may be the ultimate in burglar protection: seven diamondback rattlesnakes. During business hours, he cages the snakes in the window of his business office, labeled with a sign: DANGER: SNAKES BITE. At night, before going home, he frees the 5-ft. rattlers to glide around the premises. In the morning, armed with a hooked stick and a burlap bag, he rounds them up. There were a few uneasy days when one snake disappeared-it turned up later snoozing...
When news of Fretwell's protection ' service spread, the Dallas fire department served notice that Fretwell's place could burn to the ground before a fireman would step inside, and City Hall eventually found an ordinance against keeping snakes uncaged inside the city limits. None of which bothers Fretwell. He and his partner have even gone out on other snake hunts and brought back about 100 rattlers to protect their business acquaintances. As a matter of fact, says Fretwell, "I heard about a fellow who's tinkering with a cobra." Presumably, Dallas burglars should now pack...
After Harvard lost to Cornell, 3-1, only two weeks ago, I was convinced that Harvard was finished. The game had received a great deal of student interest, a rarity for any athletic event at Harvard and a sore point for a team that travels from one snake pit to another only to return home to a small Section 18 and a lot of gentlemanly, clapping alumni. I felt that Harvard's failure against Cornell marked the last chance to rescue a lost season...