This Levi Jackson is really terrific!

Unlike a Harmon who runs and passes and kicks all over the field, or a Horvath who plows through the line on play after play, Levi comes in smaller doses.

He goes into the game when Yale gets the ball. While loyal Eli rooters gasp and clutch each other's coat sleeves, four or five plays are run off from the T-formation, and each time the ball is handed to someone else. Then Levicomesout again.

This happens several times, the loyal Eli rooters relax and breathe normally, and the game proceeds. Suddenly there's a quick lateral, and the fleet-footed Negro star is twenty yards outside the defensive end racing past the secondary. He cuts in toward the middle, runs head-on into three tacklers, stops dead in his tracks, and a moment later is in the clear running for the goal line. Not a single downfield block has been visible to the naked eye.

Such was the bill of fare at the Yale Bowl Saturday. This happened once. At other times, Levi made impressive yardage through the line with no holes opened and no blocks thrown, but he found it difficult to drag the Colgate line more than five yards at a time. It wasn't until late in the game, when the Red Raiders found their ranks badly battered by a paucity of substitutes and a host of injuries who kept leaving the field in endless procession that the big breakaway came.

In the flesh, he is good-looking, not too large, stands 5 ft. 10 in. tall, weighs 188 pounds, and walks with a noticeable spring in his step. In the stands Saturday, the hymns of praise that echoed skyward every time he tied his shoelaces or adjusted his helmet were strangely reminiscent of Fenway, where the crowd blows its top every time Ted Williams gets a base on balls. Let no parallel be drawn between the two athletes themselves.

Yale's team as a whole was far from invincible. The line often looked weak on offense and defense, and the pass defense was non-existent. Had Colgate boasted the necessary reserves, the score would have been far different.

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The Yale line played in flimsy blue jerseys which appeared to have been cut in strategic places beforehand, so that shortly after the game began they were hanging in shreds, many without sleeves or with protruding shoulder-pads. This was evidently calculated to demonstrate the ferocity of Eli's forward wall.

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The Yale bulldog looked better fed than most Yale students, who have seen meat only rarely in past weeks.

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The Eli's have a cagey system to prevent any post-game pilfering of the goal posts. A concealed sprinkler system every ten yards can be turned on by some hidden hand under the stands.

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Colgate cheering was exceptional. A small handful from Hamilton kept up almost constant songs and yells throughout the game, under the guidance of a spectacular corps of cheerleaders.

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The waiters at Mory's were appalied Friday night when a contingent of Red Raiders raided, sat down at the Whiffenpoof table, drank Whiffenpoof beer, sang Whiffenpoof songs (off key), and departed without paying, after signing a Whiffenpoof check.

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All Friday night the streets of New Haven rang with Colgate cheers, many resembling the title song from Oklahoma. Apparently nobody told the boys from the country that such provincial proceedings are frowned on in the big city.