George Booth, New Yorker cartoonist.
But the hands-down readers’ favorite was Mr. Booth’s mad-as-a-hatter bull terrier, who whirled in circles until dizzy, scratched himself a lot and posed glowering on a lawn beside a sign warning: “Beware! Skittish Dog.” He adorned New Yorker T-shirts and became the magazine’s unofficial mascot, nearly as notable as the top-hat-wearing Eustace Tilley, who appears on the cover once a year. As Lee Lorenz, The New Yorker’s art editor, once put it, “If you can’t recognize a Booth cartoon, you need the magazine in Braille.”
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After the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks, The New Yorker said it would not run cartoons that week. But Mr. Booth submitted one anyway, showing Mrs. Ritterhouse, a recurring character modeled after his mother, with head down and hands folded in prayer. Her cat covered its face with its paws. It was the only cartoon The New Yorker ran that week.
(Hattip: Lawrence.)
Erica Hoy, Australian actress. IMDB. She was 26, and died in a car crash.
Ray Guy, punter. He was a first round draft choice for the Raiders in 1973:
It was the first time a punter had ever been picked in the first round, and it’s only happened one other time since — Steve Little, in 1978 by the Cardinals, and he was also a kicker.
Guy played with the Raiders, who moved to Los Angeles in 1982, through the end of his career in 1986. He made the Pro Bowl seven times and was a first-team All-Pro in six different seasons. He played a role in three Super Bowl championships.
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These men were a large part of my youth. Since I played football for 9 years, the NFL was a family favorite, with my dad and 4 sons always sitting in front of the television set on Sundays and also Monday nights.
Thanksgiving day, started out with a deer hunt, for Michigan whitetails, then out of the woods for dinner and the Lions and either the Packers or the Cowboys, and then back out to the woods for the afternoon hunt. It was a family tradition.
Ray Guy was one of the people that I remember, along with George Blanda, whose exploits I knew of but didn’t really understand how extraordinary it was to play at his age until I got old, and had to fight to get out of bed after a particularly rough day at the foundry.
I do remember reading about quarterbacks and how, once they finally “got it”meaning that they understood just how to play their very difficult position, going from the first receiver to the second or third, without panic, and to make the adjustments, while avoiding a sack, they made that step up to the next level of the elite players, and they were able to play much longer than those at other skilled positions, who needed to rely upon speed and strength and athletic ability to carry them along. So I can see how that let’s the quarterback play longer, to when a normal player might not be able to come back year after year.
At times, I do wish that I had taken advantage of the chances to go on to college, and play the next level of football, just to see how I might have fared at the next level of competition. My older brother who did play football, as a running back said that the only thing different from high school, is that while they did not hit any harder, they all hit at once.
I was a pulling guard on offense, and either an inside lineman or a middle linebacker. I was fast enough to play outside linebacker, but since I was bigger, I played inside.
I loved high school sports, but at that level, I still say that the primary objective must be to build character, with winning a very close secondary objective. Knowing that most high school football players won’t play any further than high school, they need to learn to win with humility and to lose with grace. It will be lessons that will serve them well throughout life.