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0 i 1 1 i i vj ii ii ii uu vuuul i i i i 1 iLaiuuvy 4W CARI PASS BRINGS 7-6 VICTORY OVER TROY FAY TAKES TOSS, I SAVES GOES 40 YARDS TO TOUCHDOWN Jtoxwrch, of tip 9ftUt ttOUIPWT.OF TlX UTI I lLUiU 11 I 1 CCCC SUNDAY, SAN FRANCISCO. NOVEMBER 7, 1937 SECTION SF AND TIES SCORE ALL UPSETS Another week-end of football and more upsets featured Wonder Team Goes Through Test of Fire Smart Phelan Defensive Tactics Keep Cal in Check By Prescott Sullivan MEMORIAL STADIUM, BERKELEY, Nov. 6. The big clocks on either end of the Bowl show plainly that there are just 30 seconds remaining in this epic struggle between California's "Wonder Team" and the Huskies of Washington. On the field below the big clocks, a terrific fight has been going on through most of the afternoon.

A dead-even fight without a point for either side. nnAMriAfl riniTPII Now the shadows are creeping the nation's football calendar! Heading the list, of course, was the halting of the country's "No. 1 football team," Call fornia, by the Washington Baylor's Bears took their first Huskies in the scoreless tie at licking from Texas, 9 to Kan-Berkeley. jsas tied Nebraska, 13 to 13; In- LUCKETT KICKS Extra Point by Doc Upsets Dope for Indians 1 (Full page of Stanford pictures on Page 6, SF.) By Harry Borba COLISEUM, LOS AN In the southland those unpre- diana routed Ohio State, 10 to and Northwestern, top-heavy favorites, were defeated by Illinois, 6 toO. II- JA lE VViCW 3fy i f4 I dictable Stanford Indians sur- NlnH Cw'tV 1 Psed many by defeating U.

S. i i or GELES, Nov. 6. Man of the day is little Pete Fay. And if that be poetry, so was little Pete the poetry of motion as he took a short pass SPARTANS, 25 TO 2 I 1 Santa Clara Shows Real Power in Drives from Jim Groves, spun off a tackier, outran two others and fled 40 yards to score the touchdown that put Stanford very definitely back into the ball game with old S.

C. Another little guy, one William "Doc" Luckett, came into the game for his specialty, which is placement kicking. "Doc" booted the ball squarely through those uprights, and there was the upsetting Stanford Red Indian with another victory, 7 to 6. KEAL HERO. Yes, that Fay boy was a real hero, but he was, until the sixth minute of the third quarter, quite definitely the chump of the piece.

It was a punting effort of his that was blocked by tall Howard Stoecker, Trojan sophomore tackle, that set up the U. S. C. touchdown in the second quarter. The ball bounded outside on the 1-yard line and Ambrose Schindler rammed for that 1-yard right up the eastern slope of the bowl and the fight is almost at an end.

Thirty seconds half a minute and it will be all over. It isn't long, you say? Well, try holding your breath, as 60,000 people are doing now, and you'll think it's an eternity! I'm trying it and I'm about to choke. On the chalk lined turf the Huskies of Washington are in a little huddle. They're fixing to beat California's unbeaten "Wonder Team" and every one knows it. That's why no one breathes.

Now the Huskies are out of the huddle, and their big line is deployed across a section of the field 21 yards out from the California goal. TENSE MOMENT. Behind the Husky forwards, at a point 38 yards from the California goalposts, Fritz Waskowitz, speedy, talented Washington back, half-kneels to take the pass from center and a stride behind Waskowitz stands Al Cruvcr, By Harry M. Hayward SPARTAN STADIUM, San Jose, Nov. 6.

Things being what they were at Berkeley this afternoon, we at San Jose, some 14,000 of lis who jammed all available space, through Stanford's left side. But when Howard Jones' specialist, Ralph Stanley, entered the arena to kick a point that then didn't loom so large, he hardly lifted the ball off the ground Picture! of California gam on Paget and 7, SF. were privileged to watch the only major undefeated and untied football team on the Pacific Coast keep that record unsullied. The Santa Clara Broncos marched on toward the New Orleans Sugar Bowl to the tune of a 25 to 2 aria played on the unwilling Spartan hides of San Jose Staters. WANT THE BOWL.

San Jose State had been undefeated, once tied until they met the Broncs. and it sailed into the two massed lines and plopped to the ground yards short of its intended destination. 50,000 THRILLED. waiting for Waskowitz to take the pass and set the ball up lengthwise on the turf. The ball floats from center into Waskowitz's eager hands.

Waskowitz sets it up, just so, and Cruver takes a stride forward and puts his right foot against the seams. These events, briefly sketched now, thrilled some 50,000 persons who came here expecting to see the battered old Trojan make a They were beaten early in the couple of mean cuts at an In dian, who has not always ful filled his promises. contest. Those Broncs smelled sugar, as what Bronco doesn't, During the first half it looked and they were satisfied with as if the Trojan would smother nothing less than four touch downs, and now want the whole the Indian. He snorted and he chugged and always was threatening to score a touchdown by Sugar Bowl.

We recall rather disbelieving stares, chortles of contempt, in deed, when we returned from Chicago last week and stated that Chicago scribes did not believe the California eleven could defeat the 4 JOHNSTONr Vf Broncos they saw wallop Mar quette, 38 to 0. THINK BRONCS SUPREME. THUD AMID SILENCE. There is a thud audible even in the distant press box, as the ball takes flight. Over the heads of charging "Wonder Teamers" it soars toward two white uprights and a cross bar which are the California goal posts.

There's nothing California can do about it now except pray. If the ball goes where Cruver means it to go, California is beaten, 3 to 0, and California is no longer monarch of all its surveys. The score board clocks start racing again with the kick, and the big hands show 29, now 28, now 27 seconds to go. The ball isin full flight. A thousand breathless throats gasp as if to say "It's good!" But wait.

What's happening to that ball? It's dropping fast and it's going wide! And there it is in the end zone and on the ground. It isn't any good! California isn't beaten! Califor nia is only tied nothing to noth We rather imagine those Mid- West reporters were further con vinced today by comparison of the "oh to oh" (Oh what a head ache) result at Berkeley and 25 to 2 total here. certainly one would have a the ball. Johnston is wedged between Chapman and Vic Bottari (No. 92) who was also in on the play.

If that one had connected it would have been too bad rhoto by San Francisco Examiner. JUST IN TIME Sam Chapman, Bear halfback, knocked down Fritz Waskowitz's pass intended for Jimmy Johnston over the goal line in the waning moments of yesterday's 0-0 tie at Berkeley. Chapman is shown going high in the air to bat down hard time convincing this thor (Continued on Page 5, SF, Col. 1) TEXAS KNOCKS OVER BAYLOR GOLDEN GLOVES BOXERS READY Old Hap Rambles To Meadows Win Pitt Overpowers Notre Dame, 21-6 ing. The "Wonder Team" marches on.

his own power. STRONG FINISHERS. But the Red Indian proved to be the strongest finisher, and, whereas U. S. C.

dominated the first half, Stanford had all the control and power in the second as the Trojans bogged down badly. And if the Red Indian had wanted to be reckless and toss a few passes, he might have had more points. But being quite proud of his own defensive ability, the Redskin from the Farm was content to pummel a good Trojan line for the last 24 minutes of the game while the S. C. boys tried desperately to launch a pass that would pay off.

Perhaps the lads were inspired by the news from Berkeley that Jimmy Phelan's Huskies were clawing the California Bear to a tie. Their victory and the tie at Berkeley now places Stanford in a nice position for the Big Game. A DEADLOCK? Should they topple "Stub" Allison's boys, they could deadlock the Conference standings and demand a vote of the members of the Conference to go into the Rose Bowl on New Year's Day. This was quite a ball team the Indians beat today. And they really beat them into the eround.

The Trojans, using a 6-3-2 for the most part, were all right until Wayne Hoffman and Owen Hansen, their fine line backers, finally weakened after an hour of gruelling play. And the Indians perked up noticeably with Alphonse Alus-tiza in at quarterback, and leading the blocking. The second half combination of Groves, Alustiza, Fay and Ledeboor, and ultimately Kirsch in Ledeboer's spot, really (Continued on Page 4, SF, CoL 2) But it isn't a cocky, self-suffi cient "Wonder Team" which marches off the field and on to the greater glory of the Rose Bowl. BEARS GRATEFUL. Instead, it is a "Wonder Team" By Warren Brown SOUTH BEND Nov.

6. (INS) The Pittsburgh Panthers turned on the power in the final period of the final game with Notre Dame here today. Three touchdowns, quickly overcoming a six-point By Abe Kemp "Old Hap" did it. Before 15,000 turf enthusiasts at Bay Meadows yesterday, "Old Hap," politely, Happy Bolivar, raced to a stunning victory in the six furlong Burlin- game Handicap. i his emaciated frame and chori that knows full well it has met its match at last and is grateful for its deliverance, not wholly WACO Nov.

6 (AP) Bull-shouldered Hugh Wolfe, University of Texas torpedo, kicked Baylor off the unbeaten list today with a 26-yard field goal that submerged the last of the South-west's spotless teams, 9-6. Only four minutes remained when Wolfe gave Texas a triumph that had been denied it on five different occasions in a chilling skirmish that saw the Longhorns outplay Baylor all the way. Out of the Southwest Conference dungeon came the savage Texas team, doped to absorb the Notre Dame lead established unscathed but still unbeaten. ne racea iiKe one to the manor iincr "What Hid trii vnn?" It is also a "Wonder Team" that born to beat out such as the grey By Eddie MuIIer A streamlined Golden Gloves Special steams into Dreamland Auditorium tomorrow night. It carries a prize cargo of 254 warriors recruited from every village, town and hamlet in the northern sector of California.

And for the seventh consecutive year The San Francisco Examiner gives you Golden Gloves Boxing a tournament rightfully titled the "West's Best" When the white covered canvas is swept clean on the night of November 19, eight survivors and new Golden Glove champs will again board the Streamline Special heading for new worlds to conqueror. Los Angeles and the Inter-City at long last knows exactly what it is to meet up with inspiration period earlier, sent 56,000 away from the Notre Dame stadium well convinced that Pittsburgh still belongs in the top ranking whirlwind, Gleeman, and his own teammate, Lady Bowman. equaling, if not surpassing, its Pitt power wound up in a tremendous line, and in the nimble backs, Marshall Goldberg, Harold Stcbbins and Frank Patrick, had been threatening all afternoon even in those first two scoreless periods. Quickly after the Notre Dame touchdown, the power was unleashed, but it took a pass, oddly enough, to set up the running of 1937's formidable footbaU And trailing him in the dizzy own. It is, short, a "Wonder Team" that has been through the test of fire.

teams. speed extravaganza were such fleet footed sprinters as Alviso, Yesterday's victory for "Old Hap" was complete vindication for the "Chief," who formerly trained him, and, who, cold, bleak mornings at Tanforan when the winds whistled through his sparse frame and made him shudder, used to pin me in a corner and sing the praises of "Old Hap." Beat Alviso? The Chief used to look down The final score was 21 to 6. Notre Dame today gave these From the start the Huskies, King Saxon, Sargazo, Time Flight fighting as if to defend their same irkinEr tnat uavior naa Torolee and Transmutable. Panthers a battle, and when Jack McCarthy flung a pass to Andy mrted out to six straieht foes, coach. Jimmy Phelan.

from the Out in the dry Arizona zephyrs same, as a wen-oauerea iotrc But Cnrh D. X. Bible's Texnns. hungry fangs of Seattle's notori- Puplis in the third period, and line yiddcd stUhbornly. Andy ran 25 yards for a score The pass went from Goldberg ous wolf pack, play as men inspired.

They make mistakes, present where the tarantulas and the gila monsters and the centipedes tread their poisonous way, I can vision "Chief" Holmes pounding victor in only one game out of six played until today, owned the Baylor" game from the start. Notre Dame's adherents had a chance to exult. But not for long. (Continued on Page 2, SF, CoL 4.) (Continued on Page 10 SF, Col. 3.) (Continued on Page 11, SF, Col.

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