Salinger to Snider: Take my hike, please!

Topeka Capital-Journal
August 26, 1994

Almost every day, it seems, there is another story in the news about the benefits of exercise, particularly for senior citizens. Studies keep offering strong evidence that physical activity is the best investment for those who want to stay healthy longer.

Americans listen to what is being said about the value of exercise. There are so many people into it now the time surely will come when there will be more miles of walking, jogging, hiking, and skating paths then there are miles of interstate highways.

Traffic on the paths is heavy now and can only get worse. There is an exercise explosion, taking place, and you can see men and women of all ages, with the latest student equipment and attire, trying to shape up and maybe prolong the inevitable.

You also can see old crocks, who remind you more of hobo looking for handouts than exercise buffs. They are proof the benefits of activity are available to all, and that you don’t have to cater to fat or fashion to fight fat and seek the fountain of youth.

Where did all this start? I think it started with a long walk more than 30 years ago. Robert F. Kennedy, appointed by his brother, President John F. Kennedy, who said at the time that Bobby could use the experience.

One Saturday or Sunday, I don’t recall which, Bobby went to the Chesapeake & Ohio Canal toll path, where horses once pulled barges on the waterway, and walked up into Maryland for 50 miles. He did it without fanfare, without inviting the media to tag along. He just went out and did it.

What prompted it was publicity about Marines routinely making 50-mile marches, if walking that far can ever be routine.

President Kennedy liked to needle his press secretary, Pierre Salinger, who loved the good life and had the shape to prove it, and one day Kennedy, in front of the media, said Pierre, to prove his metal, should walk 50 miles.

Salinger responded with one of the most unforgettable lines ever to come out of Washington. He said, “I may be plucky, but I’m not stupid.“ He knew that if he tried to go 50 miles, he stood a good chance of coming back in a box.

But the president kept the needle in, and after Bobby’s walk became front page news, the pressure was really on Salinger. The media covering the White House wouldn’t let it die, so he needed help. Believe it or not, he turned to yours truly.

At the time, I was administrator of the President’s Council on Physical Fitness and Sports, and in the wake of Bobby’s walk, we had issued a warning to everybody who was saying, “if Bobby can do it, I can do it.“ We said don’t try it unless you’ve been cleared by your doctor.

Salinger seized on that. He called me and said, “you’ve got to get me off the hook.“ So, I issued a statement, saying Salinger was too much a national treasure to risk losing over a simple hike, probably could do without working up a sweat, and that he was exactly who we had in mind in the medical warning.

The media knew it was hokum, and accuse Salinger of hiding behind a bureaucrat, but it died out. Salinger later wrote a book about his White House years, and my wife asked him to autograph a copy she was giving me as a gift. He wrote, “you saved me from a fate, worse than death.“

It was President Eisenhower, who created the Council on Physical Fitness. But it was the Kennedy administration that energized it. The people who came to Washington with the Kennedy’s didn’t just talk fitness; they did it.

One of them was Dean Markham, who had played football in Harvard University with Bobby. He asked me to play golf, so before work one morning I met him at a course. I teed off first, and then he teed up, hit his ball, grabbed his golf bag and took off in a dead run down the fairway. I stood there dumbfounded.

Finally, he stopped, turned and yelled to me, “come on, we’re not going to get any exercise just walking around this golf course.“ What he said is as true today as it was then, but that still is the only time I have run 18 holes. Obviously, I never played with Markham again.

To be sure, there were joggers and walkers, and what have you before the Kennedys came along, but I always will believe they triggered the sudden popularity of exercise for everybody.

And about Bobby’s walk: after he did it, I was worried that as administrator of the fitness program, I would be asked if I had tried it. I was afraid that any minute the phone would ring and I would be embarrassed.

So, one Sunday morning, in the company of two Pentagon Marines, and a friend who said he wanted to try it just for the hell of it, I set out. If I told you what happened, you wouldn’t believe me. The point is, nobody ever asked me if I tried it. Nobody.

This family had Jack on the rocks

Topeka Daily Capital
Nov. 2, 1960

This is a strange election. Many men who state their choice of either candidate feel compelled to immediately explain that the choice isn’t based on religion. Pollsters and political prophets say in the first paragraph which candidate will win, then use the next 20 paragraphs explaining why the other man could win.

I read a lot about the election, and I gather that it hinges on the “undecided,” vote. You can read that from 6 percent clear up to something like 30 percent of the voters still are undecided. That’s strange to me, too, because I haven’t met a man in weeks who says he is undecided.

My wife is so firmly decided on her vote that she might classify as undecided. She started in the Nixon camp, switched to Kennedy after the first debate, moved back to Nixon and then back to Kennedy in later debates, and now is pretty solidly behind Nixon.

Of course, I haven’t been home in four hours, so that this could have changed. I’m glad, for her sake, that she didn’t see the television programs Sunday afternoon when a lot of the candidates of minor parties were on . . .

In various places, at various hours and with varying degrees of interest and boredom, I’ve heard lively political arguments and seen sizable bets made. Most of these arguments follow the same format. Continue reading

Pre-Thanksgiving Memories and Miscellany

Topeka Capital Journal
Nov. 23, 1988

Random thoughts while waiting for Thanksgiving and wondering if I’ll have what it takes to go easy on the gravy….

*** News stories this week say everyone old enough remembers what he or she was doing when President Kennedy was killed 25 years ago yesterday. I remember. I had just walked into Garfinckel’s, a department store in downtown Washington, DC, to buy an anniversary gift.

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Averting a National Fitness Crisis: A Story of Pluck on the Front Lines

Topeka Capital-Journal
Jan. 9, 1991

There is more bad news for would be war correspondents. It wasn’t enough that the prospective war zone bans booze and wanton women, so now the Pentagon says journalists must pass a physical fitness test before they will be accredited to cover the troops in Operation Desert Shield.

Several men and women already have been tested, and only a few men have failed. This is not surprising, since men are less inclined to take this sort of thing seriously. Those found wanting probably went to the test directly from a wholesome lunch of spicy chili, barbecued ribs, cheesecake and a few beers.

Some men aren’t meant to pass physical fitness tests, and this simple fact calls to mind the greatest fitness crisis in the country’s history. It occurred in February 1963, and I am proud to say I played a major role in resolving it.

The White House was occupied at the time by John F. Kennedy, and it probably was his Irish humor and his bent for playing a dirty trick on his portly press secretary, Pierre Salinger, that started the whole thing. Robert F Kennedy, the attorney general, got into it, and in the end it turned out to be funny to everybody but Salinger.

The story goes that President Kennedy somehow learned that Teddy Roosevelt, when he was president, had sent a letter to the commandant of the Marine Corps saying every Marine should be able to walk 50 miles amd that White House personnel probably should be able to do it, too. You can smell a plot being hatched here.

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JFK Tops for Intentional White House Humor

Topeka Capital Journal
Aug. 12, 1991

In this country we like to say that anybody can grow up to be president, but that’s like saying anybody can win the lottery. The odds are against anyone who has the White House in mind. That goes even for a vice president, particularly if his name is Dan Quayle.

All most of us can do about the presidency is hope we vote for the winner, and then hope he does a decent job. We also can hope he has a sense of humor, because when you consider the shape the country is in, it is clear the head man needs to be able to laugh and make others laugh with him.

jfkIf you were to rate presidents by their sense of humor, you would have to admit that, despite all his weaknesses, John Kennedy was the best ever. Throughout his career, his wit stands out like no president before or since.

Asked how he became a war hero, he said, “It was easy. They sank my boat.” During his presidential campaign he said his wealthy father would finance a victory, “but he flatly refuses to pay for a landslide.” Continue reading

On Assignment from the President

Topeka Capital-Journal
June 1, 1992

I ended the month of May with a blooper, and probably I’m starting June with another one, but some of us never learn. Last week I wrote that State Senator Frank Gaines of Augusta, who has announced his retirement, was a good man. It turns out he was a better man than I gave him credit for being. I should have known .

He was in the Legislature 24 years, and I noted that if he signed up for the plush pension plan legislators voted for themselves, he would qualify for about $25,000 per year. I added there was no reason to believe he hadn’t signed.

Since then I have been informed by a good friend of his, who would know, that Gaines didn’t take advantage of the souped-up pension. He deserves this apology and the respect of all of us.

I also have sentenced myself to do severe penance for this mistake, but not before I start June on the wrong foot by giving in to the irresistible urge to drop big names. It comes over me occasionally, and I am a pushover.

Maybe this one was caused by the recent new evidence from the two doctors that president John F. Kennedy was killed by two shots, fired by one man. Maybe it started me thinking about him and about my days as a dedicated public servant in Washington.

The story goes back 30 years, to the days when all public servants were dedicated and all Kansas State football fans were long-suffering. The story doesn’t have anything to do with K-State, but it does have a little to do with football. Continue reading

Chicken Fat: A Hit in Schools, Though JFK Hated the Title

Topeka Capital-Journal – August 25, 2000

There’s a connection between Bud Wilkinson and a song called “Chicken Fat,” but I never expected to be reminded of it this week when I was in Oklahoma being interviewed for a TV biography of the late Sooner football coach. But it was there, in the Oklahoma City Daily Oklahoman, on the same morning I faced the camera.

Some background is in order. In 1961, soon after President John F. Kennedy took office, he asked one of his aides, Ted Reardon, to figure out what he should do with the fitness program inherited from the Eisenhower administration.

Eisenhower was concerned because American children lagged far behind Europeans in strength and fitness tests, so he created the President’s Council on Youth Fitness.

To lead it, he named an orator, Shane McCarthy, who went around the country extolling the merits of a strong mind in a strong body, and attending a lot of meetings and seminars on what should be done to get American youngsters leaner and tougher.

Reardon studied the problem, then wrote a memo to the president, saying what the program needed first was a sports personality who presented an image of both physical fitness and personal integrity.

Reardon would tell me later that as he dictated the memo, the next sentence just rolled off his tongue without him having to even think about it. “What the program needs,” he said, “is someone like Bud Wilkinson.” Continue reading

Now the Wilkinson Task is to Develop All-America’s Fitness

Oklahoma Today, Fall 1961

At Oklahoma, Charles B. (Bud) Wilkinson has produced many great athletes. Now, he has taken on an added task that is far more awesome in both responsibility and opportunity. He has been assigned by the President to produce a nation of physically-fit Americans.

It may surprise some to learn the two jobs have little if any, relation to each other. The answer to the physical fitness problem is not more football players. The pressing need is a program that will raise the millions of physically-deficient Americans up to minimum acceptable physical standards.

It is a tribute to Wilkinson, and to the coaching profession, that he was chosen March 23 a Special Consultant to the President on Youth Fitness. His appointment came after several conferences with President Kennedy. Although he is admittedly no expert in the field of physical education, Wilkinson outlined what he thought had to be done. The President told him to get it done. Continue reading