The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-10-24
By JOE WILLIAMS

artistry than envy in the soul of MT. Mike Jacobs, the fight promo ter, who appears to have very little to promote these days, by the way. This is situation which normally would plunge any caulifiower con- noisseur into deep melancholy but MT. Jacobs is slightly different. All the gentleman knows about 8 mouse trap is that it is something people bait with cheese and to his mind a cut-back is secretive sys- tenn practiced by match-makers in dealing with their favorite man. |agers. But he has heard of Tommy Harmon and Francis Reagan.
 50 they come together this week?" unused Mr. Jacobs. "What a natural. It ought to pack any joint in the country. It's another Dempsey -Tunney thing"
 Every box office attraction starts and finishes with the Dempsey Tunney things as far as MT. Jacobs is convened. He was in on the pro- motion of both the million dollar spectacles.
 "What'd I do if I had Harmon and Reagan" sighed MT. Jacobs. 'I'd book 'em all over the country. I'd give 'em good supporting cast, too. If I booked 'em in the south, say, I'd throw in something like Tennessee and Mississippi as semi- windup. And if I carried then out to the coast I'd back lem up with something just as strong. You know put on a real production"
 Someone told MT. Jacobs the game (it;s Penn against Michigan at Ann Arbor, as you know) figured to draw close to 10000 people :. land how much is that in dough?" asked MT. Jacobs, slipping charac- teristically into finances. He was told the figures ought to be in the neighborhood of $200.000 "Weh that ain't hay these days" he agreed. He paused to play the unfinished symphony in D minor on his noisy store teeth And how much does this Harmon and this Reagon get out of it?" This would have been frightfully shocking on the part of any one else but it was remembered that MT. Jacobs famil- iarity with college football was on the thin side They don't get a dime!" he whistled, repeating the answer. Well, they must be saps."
 Fun, Phooey!
 Benny Friedman tells of the time his old man saw him play for Michi- gan against Ohio State. It was his first view of his son in college game. The cavernous stands were packed, just as they figure to be Saturday. Benny had a busy and laborious day. The ends and tackles were rushing through and time after young MT. Friedman found himself slammed unceremoniously to the ground.
 After the game the Elder Fried man asked: "Who gets all the money? He was told it went to the colleges land what do you get? . Benny explained all he got was the fun of playing.
 "Fun!" exploded the old man. You call that fun; phooey!"
 We can't remember when meet ing of football individuals has so stirred the college world. If Reagan isn't the best back in the east he'll do until better one comes along. The claims for Harmon are more extravagant. He is being called the back of the year. For the time being, at least, he has taken the play away from Ohio States Don Scott. It isn't often that it is pos sible to turn the critical spotlight on two such conspicuously brilliant rivals in the same game. When the final returns are in Saturday it probably wno't be difficult to state which is the superior.
 Both young men are cut more or less from the same pattern. They are big fellows and they run hard. Loud call them power runners, we suppose, as distinguished with the so-called ghost runners, like Red Grange, for example. Bob zuppke had Grange at Illinois and he re- fuses to attempt 9 comparison with Harmon. Grange had to get away from you," says zuppke. Harmon can run over you" Harmon has been more consistent than Reagan. He was standout from the start. The only difference between him as a sophomore and a senior is that he had picked up more savvy and know-how. Reagan, on the other hand, did not reach his topmost form until this season. Last year