The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-11-13
Squaring
The Circle
With
McCREADY HUSTON
McCREADY HUSTON

DEFORE the football season ends
~ I wish to write about a most
amusing and valuable organiza ton
which has come into being as a by
product of college athletics. Not
much attention has been paid to it.
but predict that the time will come
when men will covet memberships.
refer to the College of the
North, composed of sports writer's,
coaches and members of the fringe
which makes an autumn avocation
of big games.
While a charity game was being
played in Baltimore the writer's and
administrative men were immured
in a hotel by bad weather. With
time on their hands, they formed
the original College of the North to
organize al of the camp-followers,
downtown coaches, Monday morning
quarter backs and reporters.
1t has reached the dignity Of q
letterhead and officers. William j.
McClintock Jr. Of Harrisburg, Pa,
is president. Bill is a Notre Dame
man and one of those who follows
his favorite team around the coun-
try, It is impossible to do business
with Bill between Thursday and
Monday during the fall.
nNE of the officers of the College
~ Of the North is Chester Lindley
Smith, sports editor of the Pitts
burgh Press. Since I am a member,
I wrote to Chester, asking him if, at
the next convocation the college,
through its extension department,
could grant charter for this city.
Chester writes:
The College Of the North holds
its annual autumn faculty meeting
and OK roast the coming Saturday
and the matter of a charter for an
Indianapolis branch will be taken
up and passed amidst much un-
refined laughter and singing. A
charter will be forwarded inmedi-
ately."
"A MEDIUM of meeting and ex-
4 n preston for the men who fol-
low football is a genuine civic neces-
slty. indianapolis men like Paul G.
Bigler need it. Paul was line coach
at Princeton in the days of Bill
Roper. His 14-year-old son is at
LaWrenceville, where, in spite of his
youth, he made the second team. If
all the ex-players and coaches and
the seni-mad laymen could meet
every Monday and hear somebody
discuss the upsets of the previous
Saturday they would benefit from
the opportunity to blow off.
Paul played on the same team as
"Biffy" Lea, whose wife writes so
tor -lingly of mothers of football
players in the current Ladies Home
Journal. have seldom read a
magazine article which packed so
much deft humor and pathos into
SO few words.
MOTHERS have a hard time at
AVA football games. So do faith
ers. My own lad was on the 30
pound team at Haverford for two
years. The first year he was a
tackle and shall not soon forget
his face as he charged and how
he nervously gestured to the end
on his side to drift or spread. The
next year he was the full back and
the Philadelphia Ledger printed
picture of his making a touchdown
against Episcopal Academy.
The mothers have their hard time
through fear of injuries. I suspect
the fathers think less of injuries
than they do of their lost youth.
I know that when I watched my
boy running to glory I thought of
the lines good old Grantland Rice
wrote years ago:
Back in the vanished country
there's dream that used to be
OF name within the city and
fame beyond the sea-
And it's strange that, turning gray,
still fellow looks away
To the dream he knows has van
ished, down the road to yester-
day"
r SUPPOSE that the basic reason
u why I feel kindly to the New
Deal is because it has given the in
nocents better chance.
My 12-year old bowled me over
a week or so ago by remarking,
after reading some of the goings-on
in the papers: What we need is
somebody like they had 1885 years
ago." You just naturally have to
give chance to people like that.
ONE POINT OF VIEW
ny,