Evening star., 1960-03-02
BY NANCY LETTER CLAGETT

ter games are over. but the
memory fingers on
And even though We'll be
home soon, here are a few
highlightS from the historic
event.
Norwegian Ambassador
Paul Koht came in from
Reno Friday night to Cedar
Glen Lodge. He came by for
a drink. and accepted our in
vitation to breakfast on
Friday.
The day was cloudy, and
a bitter cold wind was blow
ing. The crowds around the
snow fences and in the press
stands were stamping their
feet and applauding loudly
to keep warm.
And they had plenty to
clap about as over 40 girls
skied the two right slalom
courses. 1t was pretty blond
Anne Heggtveit all the way
with two perfect runs, and
no falls between the flags
down Pappoose Peak to the
floor of the Valley.
Ambassador Koht moaned
that anyone with such a
true Norwegian name should
be skiing for anyone else.
after both Norway's pretty
blond contenders fell.
Afterward. we went up to
the Blake'S cliff house for
tea and toasted doughnuts.
(Try them sometime, they're
the bestD Betty Blake came
to the bottom of their
private bob sled run they
call a road. in her bright,
shocking pink jeep to pick
us up.
Ambassado .oht showed
his Nordic training by walk
ing up the run out Of Squaw
Mountain 70 join US after a
visit to his victorious Nor
wegian compatriots.
After a nice informal tea
in front of the fire with
Bunny Pfeiffer and a chat
with her official husband,
Freidl, of Aspen. Colo, we
dressed again for the trip
down. I rode in the jeep
with Tom Blake, and Tom
Clagett and the Ambassa-
dor with Betty between
them, schussed down the
cold snow in their boots.
Alec and Justine Gushing
had asked friends into their
red living room in their blue
house to meet some of the
: Olympic officials, some of
the F.I.S. Federation Inter
national de ski, members
from all over, and Bing
Crosby.
Avery Brundage was
there, sunburned and bright
eyed, in spite of his years
and the fact that he had
been at the Olympic Ball at
the Mapes Hotel in Reno on
Thursday night. dancing
very late.
The Duke of Exeter, a
former Olympic hurdler. was
enjoying the fun. Prince
Berthil Of Sweden was dis
cussing racing cars and the
new American sports cars.
Jim Parish of San Francisco
was praising the growth Of
California skiing, having been
brought up in the East, and
being a comparative new
conner to the Sierras.
Justine Gushing looked very
glamorous and was a perfect
hostess, attired in purple ski
pants and yummy lavender
silk blouse and m oh a ir
sweater.
Prescott Sullivan Of the
San Francisco Examiner was
offering his ski clothes for
sale cheap as of Monday
morning, so he can retire in
peace to the warmer sports
usually covered by this dean
Of sportswriterS in sunny
California.
Sandra Cushing, 3, and
small friend had trouble at
tending to hors d'oeuvres,
and passing chores as Bing
sang old favorites such as
Pennies from Heaven" with
the questionable assist from
the two Toms, Blake and
Clagett. Before that, we were
reminiscing over an Aiken,
South Carolina golf tourna-
ment where he stayed with
my late brother Tommy
Letter, and they called me up
in the wee hours of the morn
ing so Bing could sing over
the phone.
Bing told some very anus
ing golf stories to cronies
around the piano being ex-
pertly played by Shelton from
the Lodge.
Many languages were being
spoken as various members Of
offlcialdom compared notes.
We finally left, stopping at
our favorite Bavarian hos
telry, Pfeiffer House, for
delicious steaks in such a
friendly, hospitable atmos-
phere. After a short chat
with Paul Little of A. P. at
the bar, we were served, and
another glorious day came to
a sleepy, we'll fed, happy close.
FASHION NOTES: One
poodle, black miniature, in
suede coat with parka hood,
sheared lamb lining.
One teen aged boy in
black bear hat (bear shot by
father and coyote tail stick
ing straight up the back
coyote shot by boy. made
in Banff, Canada.