"Pete seems to be a wonderful guy. He has a good thing going for him."
"What did the people in Georgia think of him?"
"They kept saying, 'He beat the big Russian [Lev Moukhine of the Russian Olympic team], didn't he?' "
"Do you personally feel he has a chance?"
"I wouldn't like to say. Pete was too nice to me."
"If you were fighting him tomorrow, who'd you bet on?"
"Now that's different," said Wallace (who won 18 of 21 professional fights, and then took a seven-year layoff because of brittle hands). "I'd sure like that chance for about one one-hundredth of what he's giving Patterson. Like I say, Pete's a good boy. I'd be inclined to bet on myself."
While the Chicago White Sox were sneaking up on the New York Yankees and the five-team melee continued in the National League last week a premature football game stole the stage in the Midwest. Some 75,000 sat in wet content in Soldier Field, Chicago to watch the New York Giants, champions of the professional world, down the College All-Stars 22-12. (The White Sox, playing Detroit at Comiskey Park earlier in the day, drew 7,938.)
It was, of course, pro football's annual reminder and appetite-whetter for the season to come, and the game went as most of these games go—the pros sparred for a quarter analyzing the All-Star offense and defense, and then, discovering that the All-Star secondary was no match for professional pass patterns, gave the collegians some painfully effective lessons in the subject, with the veteran passer Charley Conerly as head instructor. For the All-Stars, Stanford's John Brodie played quarterback with aplomb, passed nearly as well as Conerly and, justifiably, was selected as the most valuable of the collegians.