St. Paul recorder. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1935-10-25
SPORTS PERSONALITIES
BY Nellie Dodson

himself that most of the students
feel most keenly. The quiet, hand
some boy who guided the team up
until his injury Saturday, had won
the admiration and love of every
real Minnesotan, but no one could
feel more unhappy about the I'M
fortunate occurrence than the fell
lows and girls who are over there
at the "U" with Glenn. We all
want him to hurry up and get o. K.
again.
And speaking of being easy on
the eyes, those Tulane football lads
were the most handsome bunch
ever to land in these two towns,
strictly for the purpose of playing
a bit of bally old football. A few
of 'em looked like they should
have been in Hollywood rather
than at Memorial Stadium getting
their faces kicked in by the Min
nesota ace-kicker-inners football
team to youse guys).
One of them spoke to me as he
was on his way to the dressing
rooms after the game, and s'help
me, wuz so surprised that I amt
over it yet. I saw that he was get
ting all ready to say something,
and had decided that if he made
any wise-cracks I wuz gonna pull
up a goal-post and whack him with
it. He smiled and SEE: "Say, yoah
Minnesota boys shoah don't each
hoaw hard they hit a fellowwww."
It took about five minutes for it to
register that he was talking to me
and not to his Aunt Susie or some
body else. I looked around to see
if Aunt Susie was in the ofing,
but no one was in the offing, so he
was shoah enough talkin' to me. I
just looked sillier than usual, on
accounta' 1 was too surprised to
answer anything. I won't be that
surprised again in twenty years.
One of the football boys told me
today that he heard me yelling
above everybody else in the sta
dunn Saturday. He said that he
was on the bottom of a pile Of
players one time, and the first
thing he heard when he came up
for air was me yellin': "Don't let
'em make that downw Dearie me,
I must tone down my school spirit
bit, mustn't I?
Well, the annual whiskey-drink-
ing championship took place in
Chicago over the last weekend.
The idea is to go to Chicago to
the Wilburforce-T uskegee game,
or to whatever game it is. That's
the idea, but seems as if a lot of
folks who take the trip don't even
go to the game. A lot of folks go
down there to see how many
liquor bottles they can chase
around Chicago. The idea is to
chase liquor bottle "a full bottle,
pal), catch up with the bottle, and
then let the bottle (plus its con-
tents) take you. From what I
hear the score is about 600 in
favor of the bottles each year.
Some people actually go to the
game; others go, but by the time
they get there they don't care
much whether there's a game or
not. They can't tell one of
the fields from the other by that
time, anyhow, so they just sit there
and boiler whenever the rest of
the folks do. Doesn't make no diff
ference who they're honering for.
Don't get me wrong, very, very
many people go to that game and
don't even touch a drop of spirits.
Pm just talking about the guys
who think it's more fun to get
spliffed in Chicago than it is home.
There's a rosy aura of adventure
about going 500 miles to pass out
under a table; anybody can pass
out under the table when they're
in the old home town. That's how