Slants on Sports

Tomorrow afternoon at Ebbets Field in Brooklyn the Kelly Green Irish from Manhattan College will tackle the Beaver Litvacks in their annual football clash.

For the past ten years the boys from St. Nick Terrace have played over their heads to stem a mighty Jasper tide. No matter how poor the City record may have been until the Manhattan game, the brand of ball they played against the Irish was superb. And, as a result, whatever tradition in athletics there is at City has been built around this yearly gridiron classic.

This year things are different. Under a great coach, considered by pigskin experts as the greatest quarterback of modern football, the Beavers have reached a new pinnacle of success. Benny Friedman, the Jewish master mind of his Jewish warriors, is likely to spring a surprise on his Irish rival, Chick Meehan. The latter is by far the greatest showman football has ever seen but as far as coaching ability goes it looks like a horse of another color. The Kelly Greens have bitten off a schedule that included Kansas State. Michigan State and Catholic University and have suffered acute indigestion as a result.

Nevertheless, tomorrow’s game will bring out the best in both teams and a hard battle between them is expected. Once again a Pinkowitz, a Weiss and a Berkowitz will face a Byrne, a Moriarity and a Gallagher for the “little championship of the big city.”

With City led by its brilliant quarterback, Dolph Cooper, and a stalwart line to sweep the Irish defense, this corner pins its hope and faith on the Beavers with whatever remains of charity to the Irishers from Spuyten Duyvil—begorra the wearers of the green.

N. Y. U. AND CARNEGIE TECH.

The Campbells are coming to beat N. Y. U. The Campbells are coming to beat N. Y. U.—at least that was the tune the Tech field band, clad in plaid kilties, played on bagpipes as they marched into the Hotel Pennsylvania yesterday afternoon. But the boys up at the Heights think along different lines.

Nat Machlowitz and Charlie Siegal are back in the line-up for the Violet and they intend to repeat their victory of last year over the Pittsburgh engineers. Machlowitz did a splendid job of signal calling for the Hall of Famers last week but will step into a halfback position and let Charlie Siegal, diminutive Jewish quarterback, do his stuff. It was Charlie’s field strategy which beat Carnegie last year and he intends to do it again tomorrow.

However, Mal Stevens told your sport #addie that Charlie plays football too hard to please him. The 168-pound general is the type of lad who tenses himself to the limit in action and tries to take over every duty possible. His dynamic driving exhausts him by half time, declares Stevens.

“He is the best passer on the squad, a fine field runner, a good kicker, a smart quarterback, and despite his comparative smallness, he can hit into line holes with the force of a driving ra#l,” concluded the N. Y. U. mentor.

Well, folks, we’ll cheer for N. Y. U. and put a sawbuck on the line for the Tech team.

AN ALL-STAR CARD AT THE GARDEN

Tonight’s card at the Garden should be a humdinger. Originally scheduled as an all-star program that featured three Italians, two Jews and one Pole, the casualty list has cut the Jewish fighters to one. We’re referring to Harry Dublinsky, erstwhile Jewish boxer from the Windy City, who tried to palm off baptismal papers for authentic credentials. Harry, who in the opinion of one expert has tried to pass salt water taffy for the McCoy, was called Jewish in these columns and as a result our Chicago contemporary, the venerable Shub, put us on the book as pro-Nazi.

Nevertheless, little Al Roth of the Bronx will sport the Mogen David on his trunks when he pairs off against Eddie Cool of Philadelphia. Klick meets the “Jew who was born with baptismal papers in his right hand” and Peter Jackson, the Negro fighter, is due for a hectic ten-rounder with Del Genio.

All in all a crackerjack card. But it shows Jimmy Johnston and his Garden cohorts know a good thing when they see one. The idea behind promoting H. D. as a Jew was to gather in the Jewish boxing fans at the Garden tonight. They’ll be there to see the boy get knocked out for helping in this fraud that had the country duped.

THAT HANK GREENBERG DINNER IN THE BRONX

Last night the baseball fans of the Bronx threw a swell party for Hank Greenberg, the local boy who made good with the big league teams.

Quite a number of Hank’s former high school team mates and coaches attended this little soiree —given in the inimitable Bronx fashion—and it was from one of these old cronies that we gleaned a new angle on big boy ‘Bruggy’ of the Bronx.

“Hank was always a big fellow,” said our narrator, “and up until a few years ago was the gangliest guy you ever saw. His number eleven feet were always getting in his way. Undoubtedly the Tiger scout remarked to Bruggy about this matter and told him he’d go places if this awkwardness was removed. And what do you think Hank did? That guy, weighing 215 pounds and standing six feet four inches, took dancing lessons to develop himself into a major league ball player.”

THE HOCKEY SITUATION AND A LEVINSKY

In the year of the big wind, when the Chicago Assassin, under the nom de plume of the Windy City Terror, breezed into town, preceded by his bodyguard and manager, Leaping Lena Levy, the name of Eddie Krakow was comparatively unknown. Those who remembered the name recalled a fish stall on the Chicago south side, where the lad peddled his wares. It was when the fish failed that Krakow became Battling Levinsky. And in some parts of Brooklyn the people actually believe that Chicago was monickered after the keed brudder of Leaping Lena and renamed the Windy City.

But despite the things that Lena and her prize did to the Levinsky clan, a youngster from Winnipeg, Canada, is streaking to New York to show that the Levinskys are still good. The latter is an A-1 hockey player who has been signed by Les Patrick to play with the New York Rangers. He is considered one of the fastest men in the pro leagues and a flawless defense man. Not only that, but the Garden hockey management wants to offer the New York fans “a real, authentic, dyed-in-the-wool Hebrew hockey player” to increase their gate receipts.

Baseball, boxing and basketball have bowed to the demands of the sports fans for Jewish players and athletes. Hockey is going the way of the big dough and stocking up for the Winter with a brand new supply of Hebrew talent.