Published Oct. 10, 1968 in The Public Ledger-The Daily Independent
Maysville will be vicariously represented in the summer Olympic games that open Saturday in Mexico City, as it seems the city almost invariably is when there is big action.
The daughter-in-law of a native Maysvillian who now divides her time between here and Mexico City, is one of the athletes who will be competing. She is a pretty 20-year-old Swedish middle distance swimmer named Elizabeth Ljuneggren-Morris.
This Nordic mermaid is the wife of Winston Sherwood Morris Jr., a wealthy Mexico City real estate operator. He is the son of Mrs. Winston S. Morris, the former Elizabeth “Ebbie” Taylor, of Maysville, and the late Mr. Morris Sr.
Although the Swedish swimmer and her husband live in a luxurious Mexico City suburban home, she must stay in the unpretentious women’s quarters at Olympic Village while the games are in progress.
She trains in the morning, sees her husband about two hours a day and drives up to the front gate in one of the family’s two automobiles. She spends the night in the village. “It is very awkward indeed,” she says.
To contact one the women off the premises it is necessary to contact one of the three gate guards, send a note to the person involved and hope she will come out and talk, while swinging on the gate.
According to the informal tally of the gate guards, the female athlete most sought is Olga Corosova, the curvaceous blonde Soviet gymnast whose vital statistics are 38-24-36.
The figures have nothing to do with the parallel bars, the trampolines and side horses. They refer to tape measures and things like that.
The strangest people come and ask for “Senorita Corosova,” the lieutenant said. “I don’t know why. Some of them don’t even speak Russian.”
It takes a 20-foot pole vaulter, a presidential edict or a parachute to crash the women’s quarters at Olympic Village and nobody makes it.
“Yes, one man did go through these gates several days ago,” a stony-faced army lieutenant said Friday. “He was a doctor. One of the Argentine senoritas became ill.
Eager males including the husbands of some, can get only as far as the front gate where a cordon of army nurses in tan uniforms stands in a constant vigil.
There are 68 of these guardians of purity, cold-eyed, firm, and alert.
They don’t wear weapons, but each is equipped with a whistle. A small toot, and platoon of soldiers in full battle gear can be at the scene in seconds.
Unmentionable are hung out the window to dry. The windows have no shades but flimsy white curtains which offer scant protection from prying eyes at night.
Girl-watching has become the favorite nocturnal habit of the Australians and New Zealanders, who occupy a building just across the way.