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Accident in the Surf. The P.G.A. victory marked the end of a long, uphill fight for Stockton. The son of a former amateur champ and teaching pro, Dave picked up his first club at the age of three, was a serious, par-shooting golfer at 15. Then came a near disaster. A surfing accident left Stockton with six cracked vertebrae, and for a while it was doubtful that he would be able to engage in any sport, much less championship golf. The back eventually healed, but he has had to avoid contact sports and now wears a half-inch lift...
Some 2,000,000 Americans suffer from the same speech impediment that tripped the distinguished tongues of Demosthenes, Aesop, Aristotle, Virgil and Winston Churchill. Demosthenes, so the story goes, cured himself of stuttering by stuffing his mouth with pebbles and competing with the roar of the surf. He may have had something. A Detroit physician, Dr. Marvin E. Klein, 33, reports remarkable results with an instrument that fills the stutterer's ears with the sound of a waterfall whenever he opens his mouth...
Asia is not exactly noted for enlightened penal systems or livable prisons. Yet. thanks in part to several million dollars in U.S. aid, Saigon authorities boast that most of Con Son's 9,500 prisoners now enjoy work in vegetable gardens and craft shops as well as supervised surf bathing. But it was something else that Democratic Congressmen Augustus F. Hawkins of California and William R. Anderson of Tennessee were looking for last week when they visited the island as part of a congressional fact-finding team...
...Hammacher Schlemmer sells a device called Sleep Sound for $19.50. It whooshes like "a breeze in the trees," according to one salesman. And for those sound-starved insomniacs who want something cheaper, Syntonic Research has produced a simple record with one side devoted entirely to the sound of surf, the other to tropical-bird noises...
...Girl this was a home game, her turf, and she showed the way, back arching as she plunged into the surf. No beach bunny our Girl, she would never be condemned to sit with the transistor and stuff on the shore while He the Eternal Blond One went on oddysseys. No captain's widow Girl, scanning the sea for sight of his erect from gliding in from time to time. No idle searching long strands pulled forward for split ends, oh no not her. Girl, a surfer-queen herself who went where mortals feared to go, a jolly Loch Nesser...