Head man Brick Mitchell led a pack of thirty-five Nevada Wolves to the Whitcomb hotel here this morning, all of whom looked tanned and fit for this evening's contest with the Dons of the University of San Francisco. Asked what he thought his chances were for victory, Coach Mitchell gave the usual double-edged reply, which is the stock weapon of the coaching clan. He did seem confident that his gridmen could take the Dons. The Wolves have been scrimmaging with the frosh team all this week. On Monday, the first team, with Jack Hill and Flournoy headlining, ran up three touchdowns in about twenty plays on the bewildered club litter, mothered by Scranton. Only the triple-threat back, Hamen, and the end, Smalley, were undaunted by the thrusts of the varsity backs. Though his squad of last year was the flower of the state and the class of the Far Western conference, Coach Mitchell believes his outfit of this year should make the sagebrush fans forget all about the gridders of 1932 (TheFoghorn).
