The closest approach to my conception of a fullback was the battering hulk of "Pop" Blewett on his twenty-yard assault from that messy field-goal attempt. Number "14" was ever so conspicuous Sunday. Russ Letlow was acting up, and when Tarzan's perking he is about as easy to control as a fire in a gasoline-soaked match factory. What has this Lutz chap got anyway? Who said end-scarcity? "Spud" was running ends in all day, and they all had their good points. Particularly nifty was Lou Bedoni who catches passes with the grace of Joe Di Maggio, and strikes on defense with all the deadly accuracy of a Louis left (TheFoghorn).
