Minneapolis spokesman. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1935-05-17
PERSONALITIES
BY Nellie DOdsOn

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coast who was smashing high
school track records right and left,
and bOOting a mean pigsl1in in foot
ball. His name was Homer Har-
ris, and five major colleges Gin
GLIDING Minnesota were anxious to
have him enroll and carry on for
them. The rumOr went around
that Ohio State got him, and then
that University of Southern Cali
fOrnia had snatched him off. Lat
er on, there was more talk that
Northwestern had finally won him
over and settled the issue.
Well, 10 and behold, about the
first person met when / got into
Iowa City last Friday night was
Mr.. Homer Harris-and what
honey he is, too! He is a tall,
husky, handsome lad with beauti-
full, darkish golden-brown hair, and
the most attractive suntan COM
plexion. / say "suntan" because
that's about the only way can
describe the color. It's sort of a
rich copper shade which goes just
too perfectly with that glorious
mop Of hair.
And then there is Clyde Briggs,
the track star, a gOOd-lOOldng,
grey-eyed yOungster who dances
like Fred Astaire. Can he waltz?
Pheww! Besides Harris and Briggs
there are about seven more cOlOred
athletes down there. / was pass
ing by the Kappa house Saturday
morning and I saw three huskies
in ''I'' sweaters going in, but as /
was in a car with two Alpha men,
had to keep on going on accOmta
the Alphas and the Kappas don't
do very much hOb-nObbing in that
part of the country.
But the thing that overwhelmed
me most was the change in Ozzie
Simmons, the football flash of last
fall. Ozzie has turned from a
country boy into a big-time col
legian, and s'help me, he acts like
a different person. His clothes, his
mannerisms, everything has
changed, and I'll bet that when Or
gets out there next football sea-
son he'll know how to smack 'em
down in grand style, instead of
them smacking him down as was
the case this past season.
A little bird tells me that the
wise person who guesses the
identity of the A. X. A. "Mystery
Girl" may be rewarded with a
prize or sumthin'. / was hiding
under the table t'Other night when
the sOrors were telling all about
the very Partisan decorations and
such which will be featured at their
dance on the twenty-fOurth of this
month, but someone discovered me
and dragged me out by the ear,
SO I didn't get a chance to hear
very much except that things are
going to be very A-pachey. I
think the floor show is going to
feature one of those Apache
dances where the feIIa throws the
gal all around the place. Some of
you local sheiks who try to swish
your lady friends hither and thither
just to show them you're boss, had
better come out and see it done ex-
pertly. There's a method to it,
y'knOw.
Thel Thurston is supposed to be
my pal, but she won't tell me a
darn thing about the affair, even
though she is in charge of pub
licity. She just hints around that
it is going to be the most differ
ent" shindig ever to come off
around here. I really believe that
though, because when the Alpha
Kappa Alpha gals break their long
silences and burst out into full
glory to give something, they do
it right and in a big-time manner.
And so Pm going to HE myself
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