BROADCASTS

The situation in regard to the card-room broadcasts of the various games is in anything but a crystallized state at present, due to the fact that so many colleges this fall have to their surprise suddenly realized the commercial possibilities of football, and are selling their radio rights to paper clip tycoons and milk bottle cap magnates. It is to be hoped that things will work out, however, as the Club would hardly be the same without its Saturday afternoon chorus of scattered cheers and irritated shh's and its muttered undertone of "who in hell's Bolencwzitz?" "did he say it was a first down?" and "By God, when 'Ginch' Gincher was up there—". Home is a great thing in its own way, but it's no place to listen to the Yale game.