The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-10-26


club and the debating societies, to
say nothing Of what Prof. Billy
Phelps thought Of such dramatic
classics as "Abie's Irish Rose filled
the columns. Today you find at odd
intervals some pertinent mention Of
the Russian situation, the American
dole and the wisdom Of choosing be-
tween a Wall Street job and going to
work
It seems, in short, that the Yale
interest in living life had been
stepped up in proportion to the adj
vanced savagery Of the Yale half
backs. What I mean to say, is that
the Yale News, like the Yale foot
ball team, is much better than it
used to be. 1t is not only easier to
watch the team, but easier to read
the campus gazette.
Just Naturally Readable
Mr.. Ducky Pond and his veteran
assistant Greasy Neale, the old pro-
fessional baseball player are respon-
ible for what has happened to Yale
football. A large gangling red-haireS
senior by the name Of Dick Moore
is largely responsible for what has
happened TO the Yale News. He IS
the editor.
He cut the sheet down to a con-
venient flask pocket undergraduate
size, introduced personalities,
warmed it up with humaniSm, eX-
cited it with controversy, made 1t
lookable and as a result, just natur-
ally, it has become readable.
Editor Moore is the brother of
another red head, Johnny Moore,
who left an imprint on the modern
Yale pattern that is almost as def
mite as HefTelfinger and Coy of the
old Yale patterns.
Not SO Much Sports
To leave such an imprint brother
Johnny did nothing more than come
to Yale, get tremendously enthused
about everything old Eli had to
offer. make thousand friends and
graduate with high honors. He
never made a letter. But if he had
made 40 Americas he could
never have pleased his dad over III
Brooklyn more.
I agree with you, this isn't much
of sports story. But 1 think IN
writing about sports it is wise to
look once and a while beneath the
Happy harrah of the games. More
often than nos this is an excellent
way to find out whether it is all
worth the while.
1t is no mis-statemcnt to say
that the wild hoopla of Yale today
springs from the gridiron and its
undefeated team. To find it re-
Elected in the editorial rooms of
the Yale Newsstand to find also
that the editors have at once a
sense Of value and a sense of the
world problems, according TO their
lights, is indeed warminp.
It's Written for Dads
write this largely for the fathers
OF young men in all colleges because
do not believe by any means that
the editors of the Yale News are
conspicuously unique. To be pre-
Cisely frank, the editors Of the Yale
News, measured by the yardStick
of liberalism, are still SIX down and
seven to go.
The encouraging thing is that in
editing an expression of campus
opinion they have learned there is
something more inn "tant in col
lege life than the pc, tic distress Of
a male tenor and the literary travail
Of an embryonic Keats-not that ]
myself do not occasionally bow low
to the classic melancholy of Rudy
Vallee and the drenching word
beauty Of Sinclair Lewis.
Still speaking of the fathers (Who
probably spent all their time at
Morey's lifting steins), 1t should
give them some happiness, not to
say surprise, that the young men
in college today do not devote all
their leisure hours to C1aSing-iS
cops the word?-and playing cards.
And to me, a sports writer, it gives
me SOME happiness 20 KNOW IueN are
at the same time very nuts about
the football team.
He Bars the Actors
And in this connection I question
the right of old grads. such as
Mr.. Haywood Broun of Harvard. to
sit down and try to instruct the
young men now in college now to
think and how to act.
For the past 10 years o. so I have
spent considerable time around the
colleges and it has been my OBJ
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