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The beery, belligerent baseball player of the Ruthian era would have answered with a monosyllabic grunt. A bit more polish is evident on today's diamond. Settling back after a hefty luncheon in his honor, New York Yankee Pitcher Ralph Terry, 26, casually lit up a fat cigar. "That's a heck of a sight for the youth of America," chided a reporter. Replied psychologically acute Terry dryly: "Can't help it. I was fixated at the oral stage."
In 1961, blonde Aviatrix Jacqueline Cochran, 53, set eight world class records in a supersonic T-38 jet trainer and pushed an F-104 fighter to twice the speed of sound. For having racked up more individual flight records than any pilot—males included—in so short a time, the stylish cosmetics-company owner accepted from President Kennedy her sixth Harmon International Aviation Trophy for extraordinary flying.
Within 50 years the earth will have a new race of men, said French Deep Sea Explorer Jacques-Yves Cousteau, 50. And who will he be? Homo aquations—the Water Man, who will be born, live, and die entirely beneath the sea. The first experimental below-the-briny colony, Cousteau told a worldwide congress of fellow skindivers in London, is already abuilding in the French port of Marseille. Consisting of a prefabricated set of water-tight houses, the "village," large enough to hold 24 people, will be submerged 33 ft. below the Mediterranean early next year. Added Cousteau: scientists of the U.S. National Aeronautics and Space Administration are at work on a gadget that will turn men into real fishes—an artificial gill that fits under the armpit, will allow the user to regenerate his blood with oxygen without breathing.
"Girls of today have good, strong, square shoulders. They have a more athletic physique," said British Artist Sir William Russell Flint, 82, one man who certainly ought to know. Sprightly Sir William, the dean of Britain's painters of nudes, has-depicted more than 1,000 undraped women in the past 40 years, currently has a one-man show at the Royal Academy. "When I started painting," he said, "you always saw what we used to call 'champagne-bottle shoulders'—girls with poor, sloping shoulders and poor muscles." Now, says Sir William, the shapes have squared away, and "I must say I think it's a very good thing. I've always enjoyed painting attractive women, provided a girl has good features, good bone formation and so on."