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MESSAGE FROM MINNESOTA: THREE DOTS AND A DASH
Pat Putnam
December 14, 1970
That's the front four—three blacks and a white—and last week Chicago was on the receiving end as the Vikings clinched the title
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December 14, 1970

Message From Minnesota: Three Dots And A Dash

That's the front four—three blacks and a white—and last week Chicago was on the receiving end as the Vikings clinched the title

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When the doughnuts arrive, it's every man for himself. If you get there first, you get all you can grab. If you get there last, there won't be anything but empty sacks.

"The idea is to sneak up on them without telling anybody," says Marshall. "But if you see other people getting in ahead of you, you yell 'Doughnuts!' and then everybody dives for them and you've still got a chance. There's more injuries going after the doughnuts than there is playing."

"Then Marshall goes around stealing everybody's doughnuts," says Page.

"I do not," says Marshall. "Besides, didn't I bring you a doughnut the other day? A cherry one?"

"Yeah, but you took a big bite out of it first."

"I did not. And what about the doughnut you stole from me?"

"I didn't steal your doughnut," says Page. "I stole Eller's. Right from where he hid it."

"They're all nuts over those doughnuts," says Clint Jones, the All-America running back from Michigan State. "One day it was my turn to buy them and they all yelled at me. They said they were a week old and they threw them at me. I was embarrassed. Then out on the field they kept taking cheap shots at me."

"And you brought them in some old greasy bag," says Page.

"And they were a week old," says Marshall.

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