Twin-City herald., 1933-12-02
Campus
Personalities
BY Nellie DOdson

met ROY OEN last Friday after
noon. He's quiet-spoken kid with
a swell smile, and seems to be just
as nice as they say ne is. Roy and
JACK HARPOLE naturally got to
talking football, and this story came
out of the conversation:
In the South Dakota game at the
first of the season, Oen was getting
heck OF. pounding from the South
Dakota center, but he couldn't do
much to stop it. Finally, between
plays, Roy said to Jack and FRANK
DALLERA (Dallera was eligible at
that time):
Harp, you and Dallera get that
guy" Play was resumed. Dallera
was held up, but Harp came smashing
around mile minute, got in and
knocked the S. D. player almost into
a field of daisies. After that Oen
had no more trouble.
AS Harp and Oen talked over the
incident they were both recalling
something which was soon to be over,
they were recalling the 'comradeship,
the fighting together for the team,
the physical combat, the glamour of it
ALL The Wisconsin game was going
to ring down the curtain on the col
lege football days of both boys. Some
how, some way as they talked, some
thing of that spirit was conveyed to
me, something of the spirit which ties
football players to the game so tightly
that injuries, setbacks, and disappoint-
ments do not discourage them. / can't
explain it, for there was nothing
definite, no exact words expressing
such sentiment passed between them,
but nevertheless it was there. don't
believe that they themselves were con-
sciously aware of it. l only wish that
some of the people who think football
is "a lot of hooey' could have been
there, perhaps they could have grasped
something which would have set them
thinking.
Jack hasn't had an easy time of
it in football. He's had prejudice,
bitter disappointment, and other OBJ
stacles to overcome, but in spite of it
all, Harp loves the game, know
that. And last Friday afternoon he
was quiet, different from his usual
self. 1 walked across the campus with
him as he was on his way from the
shop to the stadium where the team
was having it's final workout before
leaving for the Nicollet Hotel to spend
the night, and the boy was so ap-
parently in the dumps that l finally
asked him what on earth was wrong.
Harp said that the thought of leaving
it all was working on him, and, al
though he said it in a half-kidding
manner, he was deadly in earnest
about it. I'll bet if he had it to do
all over again, he would gladly take
the same disappointments, the same
setbacks, just for the sake of playing.
BILL BEVAN, the guard whom
Harp went in for last Saturday, came
into Psychology lecture Monday morn
ing looking so bad, he almost scared
everyone to death. His face looked
like a grotesque mask, so swollen
and bruised it was. One eye was al
most completely closed, being merely
slit in his battered face. Ye gods,
folks, it was terrible. Students stared
at him in open-mouthed disbelief that
they were looking at human instead
of something the cat dragged in. And
to make things worse, Bill wore a
brilliant red sweater which made his
poor face all the more apparent. I've
seen some badly bunged-up football
men in my day, but he beats 'em all.
What young mans mother came
down stairs lawst Sunday morning
and found her darling sprawled out
in chair where he had fallen while
trying to get in without knocking the
house down earlier that a. m. (He
was so lit he couldn't even move after
stumbling over the chair.)
Seems to me that's pretty poor
way for girl to try and keep a man
when he's straining at the leash.
When man wants to get loose. let
him ret loose. IF you LET 'em 90 when
they first start to cool off. they MAY
return aftnr THEY'VE had their little
fling, but If you keep trying to hang