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DUCK TRACKS By SAM FIDMAN Emerald Assistant Sports Editor Football is an easy game to play—nothing to it. One of the two open letters to the Oregon football team, both published in this space earlier in the week, will vouch for that. The author of the gem that called the Webfoots down on the carpet for not dis playing a will to win wished that his name be withheld from his 1CUC1. JL licit 13 uuucisicuiuauic. That writer enlightened his readers with the “fact” that the “will to win was not present” on the Duck varsity. Now that’s one for the books. If Woodley Lewis or Bob Sand ers told us that Oregon did not play to win—we might listen. They have been through the bumps and bruises all season long. They have held to the rig ors of Coach Jim Aiken’s rug ged training schedule. If one of them reported that they went through hell, took knees in the at mmmi EDDIE LeBARON groin, and got clipped, slugged and gouged for the fun of it—it , still might sound a bit fishy. Fair Weather Fan But when an observer, who hasn’t even suffered the grueling experience of falling out of his chair in an amazed stupor at a Lewis kick-off return, tells us that the Ducks don’t want to win, it reminds us that it takes all kinds of people to make up this world. The point of this argument is to find fault with what was said, not with who said it-—but after absorbing what was said, one begins to wonder. We hope that the unknown tormentor is at least better than a fair-weather fan. We h<5pe he stayed long enough at the 1948 St. Mary’s game to see Oregon win through —that he didn’t walk out of Hayward Field with three minutes remaining, conceding victory to the Gaels. Probably the biggest thing to hit collegiate football since the glorious days when players went out and did or died for old alma mammy, and proselyting was as off-color as gas warfare, is Exp edient Eddie LaBaron. The tooth in the College of the Pacific’s Tiger, the “wee little mon,” has done such spectacular things to a football that he is becoming a legend while still on the playing field. Jittery Jeffer son Cravath will be able to tell his offspring that he turned away one of the greatest football players of our time; when LeBaron turned out at USC, his dream school, he got the bum’s rush. Don't Quote Us In the field of prognostication—Oklahoma and Missouri offer what might be the'game of the week in their game at Columbia, Mo. The mighty Sooners are undefeated. The Bengals have waltzed through a successful season, dropping two one-point de cisions—one to SMU, the other to Ohio State. OKLAHOMA rates our nod. Elsewhere in the Midwest, OHIO STATE over Illinois; NORTHWESTERN over Colgate; MICHIGAN over Indiana; OKLAHOMA A&M over Kansas State, and PUR DUE over Marquette. We'll take NEBRASKA to upset Iowa State, and, in one of the top small games of the day, WICHITA over Drake. WISCONSIN in a squeaker over Iowa. In the East, FORDHAM over Boston .College; COR NELL’S Big Red over Dartmouth; MINNESOTA over Pitt; ARMY over Penn; PENN STATE over Temple. Also NAVY over Columbia, and BROWN over Harvard. Down South, ALABAMA over Georgia Tech; BAYLOR ov er Wyoming; KENTUCKY over Florida; DUKE over George Washington. TULANE over Vanderbilt; TEXAS over Texas Christian; TENNESSEE over Mississippi; SOUTHERN METHODIST over Arkansas (don't quote us on that one); RICE over Texas A&M and WAKE FOREST over North Car olina State. LOUISIANA STATE over Mississippi State and GEORGIA over Auburn. Bigger Than Both of Us In collegiate football, the picture has changed so completely since the dirty thirties that it is beyond recognition. Stadiums have been growing larger and larger—why? Because the bigger institutions have realized that it takes money to make money. And what can attract a big mob of fans?—A winning football team. And how does one go about getting such an animal to gether?—By out-bidding or out-attracting competitors for the best voung gridders who are approaching college level. It actually makes for better football—but there is something missing that used to be a big part of that older picture. Anyway —strenuous talent procurement is too monstrous a thing to fight—let’s face it—“it is bigger than both of us—.” Oregon Daily dffeEHERALD Portland Fans View M.S.C; Beavers Will Be There Ton A battle of the backs looms for Multnomah stadium today as Ore gon State’s vaunted Kenny Car penter and Michigan State’s equal ly touted Lynn Chandnois match prowess before Portland fans. Chandnois is rated one of the top right halfbacks in the country, while Carpenter stands at the top of the list on the west coast, and was the number two selection of pro scouts last week among col legiate material. The battle of personalities won’t end there, however. The head coaches for both schools, OSC’s Kip Taylor and MSC’s Biggie Mnnn, la bored together last fall at Michi gan State, Munn as head man and Taylor as top assistant. Both being thoroughly /amiliar with the Mich igan system of football, the two co horts will both be out to win in this first reunion. Last year, the two teams met on Bell field in Corvallis in the most thrilling game staged there in map® a moon. Michigan State came west ward with an envious record, bow ing before undefeated Michigan by a narrow 13-to-7 margin. The vaunted Spartan line, almost un penetrable through the season, yielded to the stepped-up Beavers during the first half, and the visit tors and the hosts traded touch downs equally for most of the first half. MSC scored first; then OSC countered; then MSC scored again; then OSC drove to another score. A long pass in the last seconds of the Fusari Batters Young toTKO At the Garden NEW YORK,— (UP)— Blond Charley Fusari, young milkman-of Irvington, N. J., established him self as a dangerous welterweight contender Friday by scoring a technical knockout over tough Ter ry Young of New York at 1:13 of the eighth round in Madison Square Garden. Stock, bull-shouldered, black haired Young was on the canvas for the third time when Referee Eddie Joseph stopped the bout. It was doubtful if Young could have climbed to his feet at 10, for he was badly hurt by the final left hook. .busari, lighting lor tne urst time since he had been knocked out on Sept. 14 by ex-Middleweight Champion Rocky Graziaho, floored his opponent for a count of seven ill the sixth round, and put him down for a count of eight in the first minute of the eighth session. Shortly after Young regained his feet, he was blasted down again. The second knockdown of the bout, early in the eighth, was un usual. The rangy blond from Irv ington exploded such a terrific straight right on Young’s chin, that Terry took off backwards, like a man going off a spring board, and landed half on his shoulder blades. The finishing knockdown was caused by a left hook to the chin that sent Terry slithering side ways down the ring ropes to the canvas, where he lay on his side as the referee intervened. Fusari’s knockout victory over the rugged New Yorker—who had upset Enrique Bolanos at the Gar den in September—will earn 23 year-old Charley either a title fight with Champion Ray Robinson or a challengers’ battle with Kid Gavilan of Cuba. second quarter gave Michigan State a 7-point lead at halftime. The Spartons eventually won the game, 46-to-21. Once again Michigan State comes westward with an equally envious record. The Spartans have bowed twice, 7-to-S before Michi gan and 34-to-21 before Notre Dame. They still boast the unpene trable line. In pulling through to victory, mighty Nhtre Dame, the nation’s number one powerhouse, was forced to pass and skirt ends to down the pluggy Spartans. Guards Ed Bagdon and Don Ma son are rated as the best guard combination in the country. Tack (Please turn to page eight) SATURDAY AND SUNDAY NIGHTS SEEM TO BE COLLEGE NIGHTS AT THE Anchorage Cafe By the Old Mill Race Why not join the rest of the satisfied students and dine in (luitic (loam Atmospheric Dining Dine by Candle Light Daily Hanson Health Bill ForCountiy Dine-A-Mite Inn Lawrence, Kan, Meeting the gang to discuss a quiz—a date with the campus queen—or just killing time be tween classes — the Dine-A Mite Inn at the University of Kansas at Lawrence, Kansas is one of the favorite places for a rendezvous. At the Dine-A-Mite Inn, as in all college off-campus haunts everywhere, a frosty bottle of Coca-Cola is always on hand for the pause that re freshes—Coke belongs. Ask for it either way ... both trade-marks mean the same thing. 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