The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-12-08

Three Hundred Pound Club" who has a little weight to gain before reaching the highest degree is our old college friend Fat" Wyatt. of Shinston, W. Va, catcher and pinch hitter extraordinary in his college days at his state university. Fat broke loose at a recent meeting I at tended and gave us equal parts Shakespeare and equal parts baseball. He is known as the catcher at West. Virginia who could take pitcher who had nothing but a straight ball and a prayer and bring him through on the winning side all because of his line" behind the bat.
 This particular evening "F'at'' spoke tellingly of his fence-busting pinch hitting.
 But" spoke up one of the mem | bers. carefully scrutininzing "Fatsa broad expanse, "But, could you run after you hit 'em, Fat2"
 Could I run," came back Fat , with ready repartee, "why man. I had to turn sideways to keep from fly | ing"
 This column has recently been gull ty of rank camouflage. About three weeks ago it ran a story about fight ing spirit in football and in this con- nection had an interview with Hum bo'. Stiehm, the Indiana University l coach, in which it gave Indiana and Stiehm credit for beating the Tufts team last fall. Stiehm did give the | interview but Stehm never said his team beat Tufts. I am the rank cul- l prit who did that an al have no ex- cuse to offer the public except to say that to err is human. Tufts won the game from Indiana 1910 and was we'll satisfied with the result in view of the circumstances. In this game Tufts was without the services of its regular quarterback whose great work against Dartmouth this past fall enabled Tufts to win 27-0. Tufts vas ont at all pleased 27-0. Tufts was not at all pleased writes Q Tufts man to me, land the trip will not be repeated. ~Every time we rushed the ball the Indiana root CTS kept up such din that Tufts could not get her signals. Indiana's roofing was more dangerous than her football team" Therefore. I hereby take off my hat to the winning team-Tufts-and take this opportunity to apologize for my grievous error. Tufts deserved far better at my hands than she got and the mistake was entirely my own. Let me add that I shall never deal with unintentional camouflage again. I swore off on the intended variety k- now-unintentional camouflage-nev- CT again!
 About the finest kind of camouf1age pulled annually in football is the All American team. It was invented when Hinkey, as 8 player, was putting the ale in Yale and long before Percy Haughton became tho guy who put the in Harvard, It once was pro-. nounced "Havard," you know. Since the Crimson began playing football they have rolled in 0 long for rough and ready. It sounds real and Ameri- can when so worded.
 | I can't figure out this All-Ameri- can stuff either during of arter the war; and I never could before. Right now, as I write these lines, after about three months with a squad of twenty seven football players I am unable to pick the best eleven off hand. I have to study for a long time, Jesee Harper, of Notrs Dame, is right this instant working over the same local problem. Yet others can go right out and without seeing teams play or individuals perform say right off who's who in football. All of which goes to show that some of us coaches are certainly camouflaging on the job.
 And our friend Grantland Rice is going even farther He's picking the
 best eleven of all time. I haven't much money and I have very poor football judgment because I never bet but when Grantland gets his job finished and Walter picks his team. informal or otherwise, if he does pick one this year, I'll bet them $10o each,
 winner to pay all to the Red Cross, that Pitt or Georgia Tech can lick Camps A1l-American team on one
 Saturday and Rice's All-All-American team the next. Am I right, reader I ana.