With Phil Sherman

Having returned within a fortnight to these snow clad hills, I am somewhat out of touch with the local sport situation in Hanover, but I was glad to read in the last MAGAZINE a fine summary of the winter sports advances by Ernie Barcella.

By now I have a clear idea of Western football, and although this is not exactly the season to discuss football, nevertheless that great spectacle of Southern California meeting Notre Dame is still very clear in my mind, and if any of the Dartmouth contingent chanced to see that game, they took away an impression of a real football team in Knute Rockne's Irish. All of the precision, deception and ability that a football team could possess was packed into that team; remarkable when you consider the schedule and weather changes that they met.

I was glad to have the extra two weeks in California, for it gave me a chance to do up Hollywood in real style. The first person I looked up was Johnny Mack Brown, out at the M.G.M. studios, for I figured that since he is a former Alabama football captain he might talk shop a little more than some of the other people who go in for the serious acting business. Johnny is all right, and a half hour luncheon interview was strung out into an hour and a half bull session on football, with diagrams being drawn all over the table cloth. Later I had the pleasure of running into Doug Fairbanks, Jr., and was immediately invited to participate in a touch football game out at the United Artists lot the following day.

Well, our Press Club has been playing touch football for years during the daily practise sessions, but I have never seen anything like the game they play on the West Coast. These movie people were supposed to be softies, but from what I gathered they are the most rip-roaring people imaginable. In this game was a huge gentleman by the name of Big Boy Williams, although I understand that he answers to the name of Guinn when he's making pictures, and there is Chuck Lewis, the old Cornell star who is now personal trainer to Doug, Sr. Charley Farrell comes around, and in all it is quite a hot league.

I went back for a second day of it, and this time they lugged in Marshall Duffield and Jim Musick of the U. S. C. team, who added a little pep to the game, but I will say that Doug senior is quite a ball player himself. He tossed a forty-yard forward pass to Duffield late in the game, and the final score stood 13-12.

Football was not at all exhausted, for the good Dr. Spears had a room in the Biltmore, and every day he and I had a session in the lobby. Old Pop Warner drifted in and out. One of my most pleasurable evenings was spent in teaching Pop. the Wah-Hoo-Wah.

They had quite a wonderful football banquet late that week when Christy Walsh acted as host to the Ail-American Board of Football, of which Pop, Knute Rockne, Howard Jones and Bill Alexander of Georgia Tech are members. It was given by Christy, and all the newspapermen of the Pacific Coast seemed to be there, as well as every football coach on that slope. No Dartmouth man made the All-American, although Crehan, Bromberg and Andres all received honorable mention. There is a little fellow playing on the Dartmouth team this year, however, that is going to be on all of these mythical teams next fall, but I won't divulge his name right now. No, he is not a backfield man.

Now back in Hanover I find the sports assignment adequately covered by Mr. Barcella, but I have at least the pleasure of recounting the two best games that Dartmouth could hope for, and they both in the Eastern basketball league competition.

SPEED CHAMPION Jack Shea '34 of Lake Placid, Speed Skating Champion of North America, largely instru- mental in bringing the President Harding Trophy back to Dartmouth