Newspaper clippings of Brown's football exploits cover the bulletin board in the football locker room in Dillon Field House. Head shots of each of the Bruin players are mounted on a large white cardboard sheet with their names. Especially large letters are reserved for "BOB BATEMAN, QUARTERBACK." And less the Crimson forget, there are pictures of last week's loss to Princeton.

But there are no big, black words like "kill" inscribed on this board. That isn't necessary. It would only be "tacky."

The mood of the team at practice has been different from past weeks.

The usual horseing around has been conspicuously absent the last few days. Clearly the importance of today's battle with Brown has made its impression on each Harvard player.

Yes, Harvard is "up" for Brown.

"We've put more time into practice this week and taken it more seriously than any other week this year," senior safety Jon Judge said. "We know that this is the championship game," he said.

But how much does winning an Ivy title mean?

"When you put as much time into something as we have into football, linebacker Eric Kurzweil said, "you don't want to come out second best."

Judge added, "Winning the title may mean more to some than others, but everyone knows that it means a lot to the team, and for that reason they'll make that extra sacrifice again against Brown."

Brown Overrated

That Brown in particular is providing the opposition for the crown makes the game all the more significant to Harvard. Lately the Bruins have received more favorable publicity than any other team around, and the Crimson would like nothing better than to knock the Bruins off their pedestal.

"From the press they've gotten," said an irate Judge, "you'd think they had the best kickers, backfield, line--heck, the best 22 players in the league. Well, we think we have some good players too."

A confident Kurzweil rejoined, "We don't think they're all they're cracked up to be."

In addition, Brown football teams, like their hockey team counterparts, have a reputation for being the cheap-shot artists of the Ivy League.

"When you look at their films," said Kurzweil, "you notice that they hit a lot, hold, and are unnecessarily rough. They're a dirty team."