“Step right up folks! Come one, come all! See the battle
of the century blah, blah, blah! You no doubt have
heard that sort of guff before at tank town carnivals, dished
out by a silver-tongued “orator” who with reckless abandon
tosses around gilt-edged superlatives in an effort to entice
prospective customers into his lair.
These sawdust orators may have had something inside
worth seeing, again maybe they didn't. But at least they were
doing their darndest to sell the show to the public.
And that’s why we are gathered here today; to disperse
^'ropaganda for the Beaver-Duck brawl come Saturday p.m.
Neither Eleven a World Beater
"The battle of the century . . . . " Hm-m-m! That's going
a bit off the deep end in trying to beat the tom-toms for this
brush. For it looks as if both clubs got out on the wrong side
of the bed at the season’s outset. As we survey the lay of the
land at this belated stage of the conference scramble, neither
outfit could possibly get a paw on the glittering crown or
regal ermine, adornment of the league king. No, they couldn’t
touch these pretties with a ten-foot pole, or even a twenty
footer for that matter.
So, dear reader, it won’t be “the battle of the century,"
far from that.
But this game, steeped deep in "tradition"—that grand
old thing—will be one that you won't want to hide away *
from. It’s worth putting another 80 miles on those “smooth
as-glass" tires, or making the trek on the highroads via the
crooked thumb, or even stealing your roommate’s bike. This
skirmish is just one of those “naturals ”, impossible to pass up.
^"he Old 'Bear Story' Gag
Prior to any game of prominence, comes the usual land
slide of “bear stories". Loyal sports writers clog column upon
column with communiques from campus infirmaries with such
tripe as this: “Devastating Dave Zachemyczk, Slippery Rock's
240-pound mountain of plunging, lunging muscle, is confined
to a hospital cot. An attack of hyper-acidity, plus a badly
bruised index finger, means Devastating Dave will not be
playing, but listening, with ear closely bent, to a little port
able radio in his lonely ward, while his teammates battle a
favored Tech team today".
Yet when game time swings around, the undauntable Dave,
with a superhuman effort, sheds his shrouds of ailment and is
g'ood for 60 minutes of football terrorism and mayhem.
Here Comes That OSC Bosh
Seeping over from Corvallistown, Beaver hideout, to the
north, comes intimation that Oregon State’s two fullback
^lammoths, Joseph Day and Lewis (the “Chocker") Shelton,
Wre under the scrutiny of the medicos. The ■'Great” Day, one
of the nation’s top ground gainers, has been sidelined with a
boil on the knee, reports have it. And just to make the pic
ture more on the blase side, Day has been going a few fast
rounds with the flu bug.
Master Shelton has been afflicted by some indescrib
able knee hurt which will “certainly keep him cut of ac
tion against Oregon”.
So what?
Well, we slipped away in a corner with stoic “Honest
J awn” Warren, master of Duck strategy, who also had the
news of the Beaver disasters flaunted in his face. Jawn backed
our opinion up to the nth degree, with some revealing dope.
Said info certainly throws bare the Beaver "bear” tales.
Day Enjoys Best of Health
En route home from Los Angeles, scene of Oregon's SC
fiasco, the Webfoot entourage stopped at the San Francisco
■pole where the travel-cramped Duck varsitymen piled out to
Piretch a limb. Now who should put in appearance at this
time but Lonnie Stiner, Oregon State rajah, with his despond
ent little troop of Beavers, still stinging from the 49 to 13
whip-lashing meted out by Stanford’s rejuvenated “T-to
talers.”
Very obvious by his presence was one Joseph Day. Now
Friend Joey wasn’t being carefully trundled through the mass
es which surrounded the depot in a wheel-chair, nor was he
swinging along unsteadily on crutches. Not Joey. He was
very much in one solid chunk and to quote a phrase from
Jawn himself, vigorously “running up and down the plat
form.
If we weren’t familiar with the sort of stuff emanating
from the Underwoods in the sports room over Corvallis
way, we might swallow that tear-jerking, woeful tid-bit
9 regarding the unfortunates, Day and Shelton. But like
the guy from Missouri, "You’ll have to show us.”
Game Winner? You Guess
The outcome of this imbroglio Saturday? Well, well. Why
Warren Chases Ducks
Thru Final Workout
BOYD CLEMENT . . .
. versatile Beaver back, now
in at quarterback in the
OSC lineup.
DuckHoopers
Book Opener
Varsity basketball coaeli How
ard “Hobby” Hobson pulls the
cellophane wrappers from his
prize package of 1942 cagers
next Tuesday night in McArthur
court at 7:30 p.m. when he will
stage an intrasquad battle.
The general public and stu
dent body is cordially invited to
attend this gala opening.
It will be the veteran coach’s
eighth edition of basketballers at
Oregon.
A heavy weekend of court ac
tion has been slated by Hobson
for his charges must meet the
highly-rated Bruno Studio quin
tet on Friday night at McArthur,
the next night facing the Van
couver Ramblers in the same pa
vilion. This pair of suspense
raisers get under way at 8 p.m.
sharp both nights.
The Emerald casaba men have
been practicing for three weeks.
Among the standout performers
on this year’s outfit are five let
termen: Bob Wren, Warren Tay
lor, Rolph Fuhrman, Bob New
land and Captain Don Kirsch.
Sophomore standouts are Sammy
Crowell and A1 Popick.
The Bruno Studio game should
be a humdinger as this quintet,
known as Bradford’s last season,
boasted an' unbeaten record in
the AAU playoffs.
The Vancouver Ramblers, new
ly organized, are composed of ex
Oregon State men, such former
Beaver cagers as John Mandic,
Sam Dement, and Jack Mulder.
Frosh-Rook
(Continued from 1>acie four)
ed that they cannot limp into
action.
The game is free of charge to
the public and Oregon students
arc urged to attend this contest,
the last one on the frosh sched
ule for 1942.
If you want to bet a month's
ration of sugar on the affair, you
can be assured of even odds. But
don’t sell the freshmen short.
They’re out for Rook meat, and
also to annex their third win of
the season, having already
whipped the Washington Babes
and the Camp White Engineers.
Team Poised
For Beavers
By BILL STRATTON
Coach John Warren sent his
Oucii grid forces through final
workout yesterday in prepara
tion for Oregon State whom they
meet at Corvallis Saturday with
high hopes of making a tragic
end to the OSC homecoming and
a win to wind up the season for
the Ducks.
After not such a successful
season, Warren stated that the
Ducks should forget the past and
concencrate on their traditional
foes.
Neither team has had a suc
cessful season, and there will be
no title at stake as there was last
year when the Beavers won their
ticket to the transplanted Hose
Bowl by a 12 to 7 score, but fans
can be guaranteed as hot a bat
tle as has ever been staged be
tween the two schools—and don't
think for a minute that there
have not been some hot ones.
Shephard Question Mark
Jim Shephard is the only Web
foot who’s participation is doubt
ful. He suffered a knee injury in
the UCLA game and has not been
able to play since, but he may be
able to see some action Satur
day. He has said that he will
be disappointed if he doesn't get
to play his last game against
the Beavers,
The Staters have had their
share of the injuries, however.
Especially Joe Day. He was suf
fering with a bad leg, and has
been stricken with an attack of
flu this week.
If he is able to play and the
field is soggy, fans can expect
to see a battle of two of the
top notch fullbacks on the
coast, with Oregon’s Tommy
Koblin doing the plunging for
the Ducks.
Roblin made his debut as full
back in the last half of the Cal
game when Bill Davis was taken
out with an injured knee that
has kept him out of competition
ever since.
Tommy Shows
From this time on, “Terrible
Tom” has been the main offens
ive spark, making a large per
BABE HOIXINGBERY . . .
. . . his Cougars top coast.
bring that up? But since we haven’t stuck a prophetic fist in
to this coast conference soup pot as yet, we’ll go in for a
little first-guessing on this one.
Oregon is our choice. Yep, and we’ll further jeopardize our
necks with an intrepid two-touchdown margin prediction.
Now, back quickly into our fox hole while the football bat
tle rages on above.
EV SMITH . . .
. . . crack Orange halfback, will
be out to do Oregon ill tomorrow
in Corvallis.
Coed All Star
Game Played
The 1942 volleyball season was
brought to a close Thursday by
the All-Star game, the Yellows
vs. the Greens. The Yellows took
the lead in the first half with
their steady playing, and led by
a score cf 16-9 at the half. Con
tinuing in their winning stride,
the team finished by defeating
the Greens 38-24.
Mary Alice Lawson led the.
Yellows with her sensational
spikes, ably set up by Mil Bes
son. Doris Craig of the Greens
came thrpugh with spectacular
smashes giving Mary Alice some
good competition at the net while
Beverly Goetz made spectacular
pickups in the center court. Oth
ers deserving- mention were Cap
tain Allyson Hales of the Yel
lows, Captain Nancy Lewis and
Dorothy Gustafson cf the Greens.
Referees were Dorothy Richards
and Anna Banich.
Oregon Emerald
SPORTS STAFF
Fred Beckwith
Si Sidesinger
Reid Ferrall
Bob Caviness
Bill Stratton
Harry Giickman
Ace Calise #
Doug Donahue
Ned Leibman
Dan Gassner
Mary Alderson
Bud Moore
Bob Jackson
tentage of Oregon's yardage in
all games since.
Tommy has played every posi
tion in the backfield this year,
with the exception of right half
that has been capably held down
by Roy Dyer when he hasn’t been
on the shelf, and Scotty Deed3
or Kenny Oliphant the rest of
the time.”
Roblin and Russ Knowling are
Oregon’s only candidates for all
coast honors this year, but both
have excellent records and should
have no trouble gaining honors.
Nowling and Roblin are both
seniors, and will be gunning for
the Beavers like mad Satur
day, have no fear.
Although the Ducks are not in
top physical shape, all members
of the team, with the exception
of Shephard, will be in shape to
see action against OSC. Scrap
py Rhea, Val Culwell, and Dick
Ashconi are still nursing injuries,
but will be able to start and hand
out their share of trouble. ..._.