All over the country, in spirit, football coaches joined in.
The final item from Arizona was written in Tucson last Saturday when Art Luppino gained 180 yards against the traditional rival, Arizona State, made one touchdown, scored 10 points. His team won, 54-14, so for the moment the dust had settled in Arizona and the sun was smiling.
Walter Camp used to wait at least until after the Yale-Harvard game to announce his All-America selections. Modern pickers are not necessarily under such restraint. The NEA Syndicate issued its annual list last week?officially, the first of 1954:
End?Ron Beagle, Navy.
End?Don Holleder, Army.
Tackle?Jack Ellena, UCLA.
Tackle?Sid Fournet, LSU.
Guard?Bud Brooks, Arkansas.
Guard?Cal Jones, Iowa.
Center?Kurt Burris, Oklahoma.
Back?Ralph Guglielmi, Notre Dame.
Back?Dick Moegle, Rice.
Back?Howard Cassady, Ohio State.
Back?Alan Ameche, Wisconsin.
Unofficially, it looks like a grand year for almost all of these chaps. A well-in-advance copy of Colliers, dated Dec. 10, inexplicably reached a subscriber in Conway, Ark. last week. In nine choices out of eleven (including Arkansas' Bud Brooks), Colliers picked them the same way.
THE SUREST SIGN OF FALL
The trees are red, the hills ablaze,
The fodder's in the shock;
The turkey doesn't know it
But he's heading for the block.
The football season's on the wane,
December doth approach.
The frost is on the pumpkin
And the blast is on the coach.
Disgruntled grads are muttering
Across a frosty land;
The situation's fluid,
But they'll have it soon in hand,
The football team?they snarl?lost games
It should have won and so
It follows all too clearly
That the coach has got to go.
He lost, they note, to Notre Dame,
Ohio State, Purdue.
If Oklahoma trims him,
Then the lad is really through.
He's just as fine a person as
They'd ever care to know.
"...Don't get me wrong?I like him,But the bum has got to go."