40, Sundays are usually Twilight Zone days
-fA me. The rest of the week there is school
and work to face, but Sunday the only thing
facing me is Monday and all the homework I ne
glected Friday and Saturday. Being the great
procrastinator that I am, I usually end up
spending Sunday afternoon sprawled out on the
floor watching the gladiators tear each other
up on the gridiron (Translation: pro football
games on TV).
From the rather coarse beginning of pro
fessional football, the National Football
League has progressed to the ultra-sophisti-'
cated level, keeping instep with the world of
today. From the antidiluvian days of card
board shoulder pads and fly-by-night owners,
it has become a multimillion dollar enterprise
composed of College graduates who use pro
football as a stepping stone to careers in
big b"siness and industry. These guys are
alMost superhuman in their size, but the most
awesome aspect of these creatures is their
speed - and agility: David (Deacon) Jones of
the Los Angeles Rams is 6'5" and weighs 265,
yet he ran the 100 yard dash in.college in
9.8 seconds.
- But the very nature of the game is con
trolled mayhem. Each team is like a well
oiled machine, with their monsters trained
to attack at a given signal. The key here
is execution: the linemen moving the defense
in the direction they want, quarterbacks like
Bart Starr and JOhnny . Unitas hitting their
receivers with passes thrown so that the re
ceiver can catch the ball without breaking
Stride end running backs like Gale Sayers
and Leroy Kelly scoring dramatic touchdowns
frOm almost anywhere on the field by breaking
tackles and then outrunning people to the
goal line.
Although any football coach will tell
you that the name of the game is still basic
blocking and tackling. matching a team like
the Green Bay Packers (or for that matter any
team when it is having a good day) perform
is the same as watching any kind of artist•
whether it be a Bernstein or a Streisand ge
a Harold Betters, or even the Rolling Stones
if you prefer that type of artistry, it is
the thrill of watching a member or members of
the human race as they fight their drawbacks
and strive for perfection.
I'm not saying that you're ugly, but
I've seen better heads on a glass of beer:
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!round here we I never push the panic
button... we sit on it:
xxx
Out of the mouths of babes.,-..comes oat-
meal:
I like you--you're stronger than dirt!
JACKSON'S JARGON
THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY
TRAZAN'S BARBER SHOP
BUFFALO ROAD i. NESLIVITIg
t 3 BARBERS NO WAITING
Dear Annie,
The machines in Erie Hall are like gambling
machines. Everytime I put money in them, I
loose it and never get it back. Isn't gambling
illegal in Pa.?
Dear Pen,
Shut-up or 1111 hit you with my bag of
quarters:
Dear Annie,
Itve asked every girl on campus for a date
and they've all turned me down. Could it be
that I have bad breath? Or do I have a person
ality defect???
Dear Dave,
Stop: You 9 re both right:
Dear Annie,
The first week of school, I had a date every
night, but since that week the boys don't even
look at me anymore. Could it be that I'm not
all that they expected?
Dear Fanny,
Did you ever look at the small print on the
bottOm of your name sign during Customs Week?
Dear Annie,
I have to learn to maintain my cool. I
don't know how to drink. I get smashed on 3
beers, and besides that my kidneys are weak,
and I'm running to the john all night.
Pam Pitiful
Dear P.P.,
Just don't blow your cookies honeys
Dear Annie,
I feel like Itm being followed everywhere
I go. I get so scared that I cantt sleep at
night. What should I do?
Frieda Freakout
Dear Frieda,
Sorry sister, the paranoids are after you.
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AND THE 4 THERE ktiAs 7HE TOCIPENT AT
MAW CAMPUS icheki My edeXES? ' I'O444IIEL ad',
DEAR .ANNit;
Penny Less
David D. Jected
Fanny Fake